Draco didn't really see a point in hanging around outside of the classroom and considering there were only about half an hour until next lesson, he decided to go to see Dumbledore now. He wouldn't admit it but he was kind of glad that Pansy had hit him with an extra cheering charm just for the pure fact that every time he had been into the Headmasters office this year, it had been over something chaotic.

And even though Draco wasn't religious, superstitious or in any way believe there was some force above them controlling their destiny; he couldn't help but walk all the way there with his fingers crossed. So Draco was walking through the corridors minding his own business when he was grabbed from behind and dragged into a classroom. He yelped and fell over backwards.

"What is the meaning of this?" He yelled, but he didn't sound very angry because the spell wouldn't let him be. Instead, he was starting to find it rather funny. And the more he thought about it as he lay on the cold ground staring at the ceiling, the funnier he found it. Someone had had the nerve, to pull him, Draco Malfoy, into an empty classroom. Probably to try and scare him into doing something, or to find something out. And, not only that, but they believed that he would co-operate. It was the funniest thing he had experienced all year. So approximately, 5 seconds after he yelled at his attacker, he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach and almost rolling on the floor.

"Erm…" Ginny Weasley stood looking extremely confused staring down at the Slytherin in front of her. "Malfoy?" He continued laughing. "OI!" She kicked him in his side and it immediately shut him up. For the first time he noticed who capturer was.

"Oh, it's you." He said standing up and wiping the tears from his eyes in an amused manor. He took another look at the Weaslette in front of him, all that red hair and all red faced and burst out laughing again. Ginny looked perplexed.

"What's so funny Malfoy? Have you gone mad?"

"Apparently so, Hooch just said that a minute ago."

"Hooch?"

"Yeah, she's my wife apparently." Draco's laughter died down but then he looked at Ginny again. "Oh my, god I can't breathe." he gasped out between his laughter.

"Malfoy! We need to talk." Ginny's serious tone just made him laugh harder and he fell back onto the floor. "What the fuck… I always knew there was something seriously wrong about this boy, he's mental." Ginny muttered and harshly grabbed his arm and yanked him up pushing him back into a chair. "Now listen here Malfoy, I want some answers."

"So go to the library." Ginny folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at his sarcasm. Draco tried not to smile, but he already had a huge grin on his face so it wasn't really working.

"What the hell have you done to Ron and Harry?" She yelled in his face. She looked completely desperate.

"Nothing, I haven't done-"

Ginny interrupted, her voice steadily getting louder. "Don't lie Malfoy, I've been trying to get their attention all year, and they're ignoring me pointedly. I always see them looking over to you and they aren't in Gryffindor tower!" Draco rolled his eyes and inspected his nails, a humoured smirk on his face.

"It's not my fault if your friends aren't talking to you."

"But it is! I've got something to tell them, but I'm starting to think they're in on it, what did you do to them? And where's Hermione and why is everyone disappearing?"

"What, you think I've got something to do with this?" Suddenly, everything wasn't as funny anymore; any trace of smile was gone at the mention of Hermione.

"Well, obviously you're the one behind all this, your father is always involved in something every year and this year I'm sure it's no different."

"My father?" Draco looked confused up at her. "Wait, I don't have to listen to this, I'm not sitting here and being accused of kidnapping Hermione and the Professors and I certainly don't have anything to do with why your precious friends aren't in the tower." Okay, so the last bit was a lie, but it gave his little speech a better effect. So with that, he pushed Ginny out the way and stormed out the classroom slamming the door.

The nerve of that girl, accusing him of doing that! As if, and his father certainly wasn't involved in any of this. Draco stopped walking, he had never told Lucius about his relationship with Hermione, and so he wouldn't know not to touch her. Draco shook off that thought; he'd been through this before. Severus was a very dear friend of his father's; he wouldn't be behind a plot to kidnap him. Or would he? He didn't know and he didn't have much time to think it over because soon he found himself outside the stone gargoyle. And surprisingly enough, it opened as soon as he stepped towards it; Dumbledore was expecting him after all. Draco walked up the stone steps and hesitated in front of the door, not sure whether to knock as there seemed to be voices coming from inside.

"Do enter, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore's voice was heard easily through the door. Draco had never understood how that man always knew things like this, knowing when people were outside his doors, it was just creepy. Without out hesitation this time, Draco pushed open the door and wasn't surprised to see that Dumbledore wasn't alone.

As soon as he closed the door, bushy brown hair was shoved into his face as someone sobbed on his shoulder. He patted her shoulder comfortingly while giving Dumbledore a look that clearly said, 'Who the hell is this?'

"Come now Helena, get off the poor boy, you haven't even introduced yourself." A male voice came from over one of the chairs. The woman with brown fuzzy hair let go of Draco and he saw her for the first time. For a second he stopped breathing, Hermione looked exactly like her, the same complexion, nose, eye colour and bushy hair. There was no doubt that Hermione would look exactly like this when she was grown.

"You must be Mrs Granger." Draco voice cracked as he held out his hand to shake, Mr Granger stood up and shook it also. "Our daughter wrote to us often about you Draco, you have done a lot for our little girl." Draco hadn't even known they knew he existed, and as he looked at her parents he felt his eyes well up with tears. Mr Granger put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"We didn't mean to upset you Draco; we just wanted to speak to you, privately." He said glancing at the headmaster, who had suddenly become very interested in the paintwork.

"Oh me? Well, I was just leaving, going to make some tea, would you like any? No, thought not, I'll leave you three to chat then." Dumbledore closed the door behind him.

They all sat down, Draco taking the Headmasters seat so it was easier to talk to them. They both looked like they hadn't slept in weeks, Mrs Granger's cheeks were sunk in slightly, he remembered seeing them in Diagon Alley a few times, and she had not looked like that before. Mr Granger, he was a tall slender man. Wearing a brown jumper and black trousers, round glasses on his face gave him a very warm look. He was obviously a very affectionate man, and Draco would say he looked like a librarian if he didn't know he was a dentist. He looked like someone who buried himself under books, that much was obvious, that's where Hermione could have got her love of books from.

Draco looked down and twisted his pale hands together, he couldn't bear to look at them but he forced himself to. It was making the whole situation seem worse, the only time parents were allowed into Hogwarts was in very dire times, like for example, there child had… passed away. And the Grangers were muggles which would have made the rules stricter. Hermione was certainly not dead, she couldn't be, and she would have been found by now. Surely they didn't believe that she was? He looked up at them; they were sat awkwardly in the chairs looking very out of place. They were holding hands, and the look they were baring was undeniable, hope. And hopefully for Draco, they weren't here to accuse him of anything.

Ginny Weasley's accusation was still burning very fresh in his mind, what did people think of him? Okay yes, his family wasn't the nicest of people, but that came with status, every rich pureblood was like that. But it didn't mean they were a bunch of murderers. And so what, his dad was a deatheater? Everyone who was one had very good reason and Lucius Malfoy certainly did have a good reason to be one. But that didn't mean that Draco was going around and kidnapping everyone, especially Hermione.

"What is it you wanted to talk about Mr and Mrs Granger?" He asked sniffling slightly, Mrs Granger and Hermione's resemblance was uncanny, as was his own to his fathers. The Grangers looked up, Draco sympathised with them both for a moment, if he was going through hell being away from Hermione, where were they?

"Well, Draco, Hermione told us a lot about you, you're in Slytherin aren't you. We were told people in Slytherin are naturally… Ambitious and you're from a wealthy family so you would know quite a few people in…" He hesitated. "Higher society. You would have access to information people like us wouldn't."

"What my husband means to say Draco dear, we are but muggles. We cannot save our baby; she has been took by a force greater than our own. We are incapable of helping her." They stared at him for a moment and he resisting getting up and walking out the room. He was feeling intimidated by muggles. Draco wanted to scold himself for that, they were not any muggles, they were Hermione's parents. And if they were asking what he thought they were, why weren't they asking Potter?

"Are you asking me to find her?" Mr and Mrs Granger exchanged looks.

"Well yes, I know it's a lot to ask…"

Draco interrupted holding up a hand, his confidence returning. "I am already half way there sir, her friends and mine have been, without permission, creating a fool proof plan to save her, you will have her back soon. The map is finished by tonight."

"You, you already were…" Mrs Granger looked shocked.

"What you mean to say, is you already willingly are putting yourself into danger to save our daughter?" Mr Granger asked.

"All due respect sir; I don't know whether Hermione actually explained properly my relationship with her. We were courting sir, and I would do anything to get her back, including risk my life. There are another students helping me so it shouldn't TOO hard, I promise, I will get your daughter safely back to you if it's the last thing I do." The bell rang interrupting Draco's stream of speech. "I'm sorry, I have to go, is there anything else you wanted?"

Mr Granger picked a small cardboard box off the desk. "These are some Hermione's belongings she left at home this year. Could you give them to her when she gets back?" Draco took the tiny box unsurely and stared at the contents, there was nothing there he recognised. He looked a little confused at it.

"Oh, you can use them if you want. Hermione won't mind dear." Mrs Granger encouraged. "Help yourself; it's not as if you'll break anything. She's mentioned a few spell's she'd put on them." He didn't have a clue what the woman was talking about but just nodded anyway, he wanted to get to class.

"Thanks, and I'll write you on our progress, and please, do not mention this to the headmaster, he does not know of our plan." They both nodded.

"She was right about you all along Draco. When she was 12 years old she came home crying about the little boy who used to tease her, and never once did she have one bad thing to say about you. She has always known you are a good person, you just needed guiding a little, and you've grown into an amazing young man, you are perfect for our daughter. And despise the difference in our social status, which I know is important to you, I know you are meant to be." Draco breathed deeply and blinked the tears back.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me."

"We're here until this evening Draco, if you need anything, don't hesitate to visit."

"Thank you." He said before nodding to them both and walking back to Cronan tower. The first thing he did when he got there was take off his ring.

Fanfiction is by Faith Valconbridge. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.