A Note: Finally updated! I just didn't know where to go from the last chapter but now I have a concrete story line and I know EVERYTHING that's going to happen! :D I'm really excited. Nothing particularly shocking is happening this chapter, but just wait! You're going to love it! I'm back baby!

Lucius was panicking. When his son never showed up for work at the ministry he assumed that he had gone abroad. Maybe play around with some foreign girls to get Harper out of his head. But now that their had been a raid on their base and Harper was gone. He was beginning to wonder if Draco had betrayed the Dark Lord. He wrung his hands and began to sweat. He needed to clear his head of that thought. The Dark Lord had called him into his chamber, he did not sound happy.

Lucius made his way into the Dark Lord's throne room obediently, trying to keep his mind clear and his breathing normal. "You asked for me, My Lord?" He looked furious his eyes were blazing. "Lucius… do you know why I am so put out?" he asked dangerously quietly.

Lucius gulped. It was never good when the Dark Lord began a conversation with such an ominous question. "Because Harper is missing my Lord?" he asked nervously. "Guess why else, Lucius. There are two other reasons," Lucius began to sweat. He didn't know how to reply. "I-I don't know my lord…" he replied.

"Well then, Malfoy, let me enlighten you! Are you aware that minutes before she was abducted, Harper had decided that she was ready to start trying to conceive? Did you know that?" Lucius felt his palms go clammy, still kneeling and looking respectfully at the stone floor. "I did not," he whispered. "Did you also know, that it is my personal belief that this raid would not be possible without inside help?" The Dark Lord was getting angrier by the second. "I had the same suspicious my Lord" Lucius admitted, hoping that by being compliant he would ease his anger.

"Do you deny any involvement then?" The Dark Lord spat viciously. "I would never do such a thing, my Lord. I assure you that it was my deepest wish for Harper to give you a child," Voldemort stopped to consider this for a moment. "Then what of your son, Draco? He didn't seem quite as thrilled as you were at the prospect. I don't recall seeing him around lately," Lucius began to sweat all over again.

"I believe he's abroad, my Lord." Lucius attempted to sound sure of himself. "You believe? Do you not know for sure?" Voldemort was catching onto Lucius and he knew it. "Well… no. But you know how young men are, my Lord. I've known him to pick up and leave for a few weeks without notice before." Voldemort did not buy this excuse.

"You're a good man, Lucius. Always faithful, a wonderful Death Eater. But it appears that your son has betrayed us. You must know, I can't allow for this betrayal to continue," Lucius sighed, and looked up. He tried to replace his shaking. "Yes my Lord. I understand,"

Meanwhile at the Order's HQ:

Since Harper had arrived, she had become surprisingly close to Harry, much to Draco's dismay. The two of them were constantly playing a tug of war for her attention. Of course Draco was the only one who was interested in anything more than friendship. Harper wasn't aware of this, but Harry definitely was so you better believe that he used this to his advantage. Torturing Draco whenever the chance arose. He would kiss Harper on the cheek or hug her a second too long when Draco was around. Draco was sure he was going to kill him.

All of this was put aside for a moment, though. Word had reached them that Voldemort was out for both Harper and Draco now. They were all sitting around the small, rickety table in the middle of the dingy kitchen at Grimauld Place to discuss their plans to evade him once again. All of them were very solemn looking. Remus was the first to speak. "Well, now we know for sure that Voldemort is proactively hunting both Harper and Mr. Malfoy. What do we intend to do about it?"

Harper crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't see why we have to do anything. I'd rather just stay here," Mr. Weasley smiled a little at her. "Unfortunately Harper, we don't have much of a choice. I've found a cabin in the mountains for you two to stay. You should be quite comfortable there until we can take care of Voldemort,"

Harper sighed and rested her head on the palm of her hand dejectedly. "When should we start packing?" she pouted. "Right now, you're leaving tonight" Kingsley informed them gracelessly.

Harper got up sadly and moped her way up to her bedroom to start packing up her things. Draco followed closely behind her. "It won't be so bad," He said casually. "You'll have me," Harper gave him a small smile. "I know Dray. But we'll be so isolated. Just the two of us for God knows how long," Draco was a little saddened that the idea of being stuck in an insolated cabin with him didn't thrill her like it thrilled him.

He finished packing and then began to help her pack. "You could at least pretend to be a little excited. This is really hurting my ego," Draco mumbled, tossing a pair of jeans into her trunk. Harper's smile brightened considerably and she laughed. "I'm sorry Draco. I promise, I'm going to love spending so much time with you. I'm just going to miss everyone," Draco nodded again. He personally would not miss Potter and his gang, but he knew that she would.

They quickly finished packing and apparated to the location Mr. Weasley had given them. It was a cute little cottage on a snow-capped mountain with smoke already pouring out of the chimney. Harper was glad to see the promise of a roaring fire inside. It had to be -5 degrees Celsius out there. Draco and Harper rushed into the warm little cottage, assessing their new living quarters. There was a large, plush couch in the center of the room facing a roaring, cheerful looking fire. Behind the couch was a small kitchen that looked decently stalked. And on the far left of the cottage were two doors which Harper and Draco could only assume were the bedroom and bathroom.

"Well… this isn't so bad," Harper said, making a bee-line for the couch and crawling under the quilt that was draped over the back. "If not a little cold…" she said with a small shiver. The fire hadn't warmed the entire cabin yet.

"Hope you're ok with sharing a bed. There's only one in here," Draco said, walking out of their new bedroom. Harper didn't hear though; she was already asleep, wrapped in the quilt as close to the fire as the couch would allow. Draco walked over and sat on the far end of the couch, resting her head on his lap. He started absentmindedly playing with her soft hair. He decided. He would tell her how he felt about her. He would make her his.