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Chapter 2

Hermione

A week. I hadn't seen Draco in a whole week. It had been a week since he'd disappeared from my apartment, a week from the night we went to bed and he was gone in the morning.

I sat on the ground, staring at a spot on the wall. It was a brown spot of dirt that stood out vastly against the white wall. In staring at it, I was hoping it would disappear. But nothing of the sort happened. It stayed fixed in the same spot. I lifted my wand, and pointed at it. A light shot out the end, and bounced off the wall. The spot did disappear; but so did part of the wall.

I heard a knock at my door. I didn't bother answering. I knew they'd come in anyway. Sure enough, the door creaked open, and feet sounded behind me. I felt the ground dip beside me.

"Hey, Ginny." I muttered, not bothering to look and see if it was her. If it wasn't her, they would've sat down on the couch, not the ground.

"Hi, Hermione." Came Ginny's response. I felt her hand on my shoulder. I didn't move. I was rigid, and stiff like a plank.

"Are you doing okay?" she asked, sounding sympathetic. My throat choked up, and I bit my lip to keep the sobs from coming out. Ginny sensed what was about to happen. "It's okay, Hermione."

And I let the tears fall.

Draco

I passed the time by missing her. I was waiting for whoever was coming, and waiting for the pain to set in. I was waiting for the antidote that I knew wouldn't come for a while. Just waiting.

I was never bored. I was always thinking of things that happened and what could have happened if this had never happened. I was wondering what I would have done if she had married the Weasel. I thought about what we would have been doing at that very moment, if I wasn't cooped up in some hell hole. That's all I did. Wonder and reminisce. I got drunk on the very thought of her. And if the after effects of drunkenness applied, I'd have a killer hangover.

Her fingers traced my cheek, her smile lit up her face. We were sitting in her apartment. Just smiling at each other. A silly sight, and something that hadn't actually happened. What I wanted to be doing then. I just wanted to be with her, and I wanted to be enjoying my time with her. Time that I'd worked hard to get, and time that I didn't have, nor did I deserve.

"I love you." She whispered against my jaw, kissing it gently.

"I love you too."

Hermione

George sat down next to me. We were in the Burrow, as Mrs. Weasley had offered me to be over for lunch. I'd agreed. It would be something to distract me.

Ron sat diagonally across from me. He had become less cold towards me since Draco disappeared, but it still wasn't the same. I knew I shouldn't have expected him to completely forgive me, but I wished he would. I missed being close to him.

"You alright, Mione?" Ron asked, his eyes widening, showing concern. I quickly nodded, chewing on my lip. I always got emotional when someone asked that question.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I squeaked, looking down at my folded hands on the table. "Why?"

"I mean, you haven't touched… anything." He replied, eyeing my plate full of food. I shrugged.

"Not hungry."

George and Ron shared looks, as did Ginny and her mother. I chose to ignore them. I wasn't in the mood for their sympathy. I didn't want them to remind me of what happened. I wanted to forget.

"Are you thirsty?" Ginny asked, standing up as she walked into the kitchen. I nodded, looking over to see Ginny opening the refrigerator.

"Do you have tea?" I asked, chewing on my lip. Tea was perhaps the only thing I would drink, or eat. It calmed me down; but it wasn't enough to make me forget. I'd taken to pouring firewhiskey into it, but even that wasn't strong enough. "You know what… do you have firewhiskey?" I asked. I wanted to see if that was strong enough to take me away.

Ginny looked unsure, but she nodded. She retrieved a bottle from a cabinet, as Mrs. Weasley wasn't in the room. She handed it to me along with a cup.

"Mione, you sure you're okay?" Ron asked, looking at me as I refused the cup and took a swig out of the recently opened bottle. George looked concerned.

"I'm fine, Ron." I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. "I'm fine."

I swallowed more firewhiskey, and George cleared his throat as he picked up the Daily Prophet. His eyes scanned the page, and I watched as his eyes widened. I gulped down more of the bottle, my head buzzing pleasantly.

"What is it, George?" Ginny asked, sitting back down with a cup of tea. George held up his finger as he finished what he was reading.

He finished the article at the same time I finished the bottle. My vision was blurry. I wasn't used to alcohol, especially that much.

"There was an attack at the Ministry." George said, looking up from the paper. "Nothing big, but enough to make front page."

Ginny and Ron exchanged worried glances, and I looked back and forth between the two of them. Then I stood up, and crossed the room to the cabinet where Ginny had gotten the firewhiskey. I grabbed another bottle, and made my way back to my seat. Ginny pretended not to notice, but she did. She just didn't say anything.

"Yeah. Some guy named Phillip Parnogy. He collapsed the whole top floor, but everybody got out. Didn't hurt anybody." George added, with a sideways glance at me. I pretended not to notice as I gulped down half of the bottle. "But he sent this up in the sky."

George showed us the newspaper, and I knew what it was, despite my slightly buzzed condition.

The Dark Mark stood out against the dark sky, glowering down at everybody clustered on the ground. I let out a gasp. It wasn't a good sign. And I knew it.

I gulped down the rest of the bottle, and set it on the table. George eyed it curiously.

"Something's not right." Ron said suddenly, his face scrunched up in thought. "The same time this appears… Malfoy gets kidnapped."

"Ron!" Ginny snapped. "You have no proof he's been kidnapped, nor is it your position to accuse anything."

Ron glowered at her. "I' not accusing him of anything, Gin. And so what? I think he's been kidnapped by this guy!"

"That's not possible." George interjected. "He was arrested."

"Well, by wherever this guy's from!" Ron hissed. George raised his hands in surrender, and Ginny folded her arms across her chest. I tapped the table, my head whirling.

"Whatever it is," Ron said calmly, breathing deeply to regain his composure. "Isn't good."

It was probably the smartest thing I'd ever heard him say.

Draco

The pain had set in. My skin was stinging, and I was just waiting for them to come back. I was praying to die if that didn't happen soon.

I heard the door creak open, and I sat up. I hadn't realized I was laying down.

I twisted towards the sound of the door, but I couldn't see anything. It was already closed, and nobody was standing in the doorway. Was I hearing things? Bloody hell, I was going mad.

"Hello?" I called, glancing around the room. I flinched in pain as the potion twinged my gut. How long was the pain going to last?

"You have a few hours. Don't worry." The same cold voice I'd heard before said from the darkness. I jumped. I didn't know anybody was in the room… I was sure nobody had come in. "Just long enough."

"Who are you?" I asked, despite instinct not to say anything. I was expecting a wave of pain to come shooting through me, but perhaps I was given mercy, considering I was already suffering.

"Are you sure you want to know?" the voice asked, a hint of darkness hidden within the question. I considered. I was already in the damned place; what could possibly be worse?

"Yes." I replied firmly.

Suddenly, a light flickered on, and I blinked as I adjusted to the sudden brightness in the room. When I opened my eyes, I was looking at the same black spiked boots as I had before.

My eyes moved upwards, and I was a black leather trenchcoat over a knee-length black dress. I was suddenly unsure if I wanted to see who it belonged to. I already gathered that it was female; but who?

My judgment was still clouded, so I continued to move upwards. I let in a gasp as I found the face. A cruel smile and cherry-red lips, eyes wide and crazed.

I was looking at Bellatrix Lestrange.

Note: Yes, I know Bellatrix is supposed to be dead. Full explanation next chapter. Don't kill me.

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