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Chapter Seventeen:

Accidents are on Purpose

Hermione's POV

I sat in Harry's office worrying my lip. It had been four, four days since I've seen my husband. I've been beside myself with worry, as well as Narcissa. We often find ourselves avoiding the fact that someone has Draco. Someone, anyone. Anyone could have Draco and it boggles my mind.

I've been writing down possible people who could have taken him. I can't remember if anyone was against our marriage, except Lucius. Lucius was still in jail and would remain there until he died. He couldn't do anything, could he? Could he have somehow told someone to help him with this? And why would he take his own son and not me?

I jerked back to reality when Harry snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Did you hear me calling you, Hermione?" Harry asked looking at me with concern.

"No, sorry Harry. I must have been off in my head again."

He nodded at me and sat down. "Listen, Hermione, you can't keep doing this to yourself," he said looking into my eyes.

"Doing what to myself?" I asked knowing full well what he meant.

"You can't keep stressing yourself out and trying to figure things out. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. It's not possible! You must know that. Let me handle it."

"Don't you understand Harry, I have to do something, anything. I can't just sit around whilst my husband is missing! What if Gin went missing, Harry?" I asked incrediously.

"That is completely different," he said calmly.

"How is this different? Because I'm pregnant? I can take care of myself and my child, thanks! Just because Draco's not here and you are doesn't mean I need your protection.

"I know you don't need me to protect you, 'Mione. I promised Draco I'd look after you, just in case. So, please just let me look after you," he said rubbing his tired eyes.

"So you had a plan just in case something were to happen? I still can't believe you two were so daft to go behind my back and do this. And now look what its led to - Draco missing. If we never- no I refuse to think about this. Just-just let me help Harry. I'm not doing myself or Narcissa any good at the Manor. Please," I begged him.

He looked away from me and rumpled his hair. He finally sighed and looked back at me. "Fine. You can help. If you find anything out, let me know immediately! No going at this alone!" He said sternly.

"I know, Harry. I would never. And you must promise me that you'll tell me anything you find as well," I told him.

"Of course," he said standing up.

I stood up as well. I turn towards him and hugged him tight. "Thank you, Harry," I whispered.

"Of course, Hermione. I'm here for you no matter what. Draco and I may not be friends, but we both care about you. And I'd do anything to keep you safe. Merlin knows you saved my arse many of times," he said giving me a smile.

"Who knows where you would have been without me," I teased.

"Probably still trying to figure out what a horcrux is."

I laughed and let him go. "I'm going to go home, ok?"

"Ok. Go get some rest! Love you, Hermione."

"Love you too, Harry," I said exiting his office.

Draco's POV

I lay in the same position as I had before. How long has it been? I haven't seen Pansy since the night I spoke to her. Where was she? Was she going to leave me here to die?

Panic clawed up my throat as I thought of dying here, where ever I am. I would never see Hermione again. I'd never get to see our child. Our beautiful Gemma. Hermione would never forgive me for leaving her like this. I let myself wallow in self-pity for a moment.

No. I wasn't going to leave her. I couldn't nor would I ever want to. I would get out of here. I would see her and our daughter. I was fucking Malfoy! I would not wallow in pity. I would try to figure out a way out of here.

Just as I started really looking at my surroundings, I heard the lock to the door. I stared at it intently before I decided to pretend I was asleep. I heard footsteps as they walked around the room. I wanted to open my eyes to see who it was, but I refused.

"Open your eyes, Draco. I know you aren't sleeping."

I sigh and open them. Pansy was standing over me looking much the same.

"Good boy. I didn't want to have to hurt you," she smiled. The smile was sickeningly sweet.

"What has happened to you, Pans?" I asked.

She flinched. "Don't you act so familiar with me, Draco! You have decided to soil yourself with the Mudblood. I have kept myself perfectly pure! Perfectly pure! And you know all of these years it was for you. All for you and you threw me away! You because such a chicken shite during and then even more so after the war! What happened to that brazen, cold-hearted, powerful man I used to know? The one I loved!" She screeched.

"Pansy. I told you several times I never loved you. I told you I couldn't love you. You were always like a sister to me. Yes, our parents thought we'd be an ideal match. I never thought so. If I had to marry you, I'd be happy because I actually get along with you, but I would never do it willingly."

"So you chose Mudblood filth over someone like me? What is wrong with me? No one wanted me. Not even when we were in school," she said looking forlorn and battered.

"Pansy, that's not true. Blaise always had a thing for you. So did Goyle. You just think there's something wrong with you because I didn't want you. You were too blinded to notice anyone else. This doesn't have to be this way! You could let me go."

"I can't do that," she said in a whisper.

"Why?" I asked getting angry.

"Because that is not part of the plan."

"And whose plan is this?" I demanded.

"I can't tell you that. Not yet," she said looking down at me.

"And why not?"

"Because that's not what he wanted!" She yelled.

"And who is he?"

"I said I can't fucking tell you!"

I looked up at her. She seemed conflicted. She was shaking and looking around. It almost seemed like she didn't want to go through with this plan.

"Pansy, you don't have to do this," I tried again.

"Sometimes I wish I didn't have to, but I've committed myself. I have to do this."

"You don't!" I said desperately.

"I'm sorry, Draco," she said wrapping her arms around herself. "I have to continue with the next phase. I'll bring you food later, ok?"

"P-Pansy!" I yelled, but she was gone locking the door behind her.

I lifted my head and repeatedly hit it on the mattress. I felt if I worked on her a bit more she would have let me go. I could have been back at the Manor. I could be home.

Hermione's POV

There still hadn't been any word from Harry. It's been another week and I'm starting to get antsy. I've owled him everyday since I left his office. He told me every time that they're working on it and that I'd be the first one to hear about it.

I knew that I would, but I still couldn't help but wonder if they weren't telling me something. Narcissa's been holding up better than I have, but part of me thinks she's hiding it. I know she wants to be strong enough for herself, me and, the baby. I can't help, but feel grateful for having her. I make sure that I know to tell her anything that happens, or lack thereof. I try to be strong in front of Narcissa, but I think she knows how much I'm breaking down. We don't say much, but we don't have to.

The day I received the letter, I didn't tell anyone. I knew instantly I should have told Harry, but I knew I had to do this alone. How many times had Harry done something alone and lived? I had to do this. I reread the letter again:

Mudblood-

We have Draco. You may see the condition he is in if you come to the location we give you in a few days. He will be safe as long as you promise to come, alone. No Boy-we-won't-die. No blood traitor Weasel. In two days we will send you the address to our location. If you refuse to come alone, we will kill Draco and then yourself and your unborn filth.

It wasn't signed, but I knew that it was serious. I knew she had to go alone. And I knew this was my one and only chance to save Draco.

I tucked the letter away and continued on with my day as if nothing was amiss. I had to formulate some sort of plan. Things would be so much easier if I had more people to bounce ideas off of, but I couldn't. This was my own. This was my challenge.

Two days past. It was the longest wait of my life. The next note came. Knockturn Alley, Midnight. I bawled up the note and threw it into the fire. I got up and packed potions and anything else I may need into my bag. Only a few more hours and I would be able to leave. I decided to take a nap before I left.

I walked slowly down the darkened alley. My wand was held tightly in my hands as my eyes darted around. I slowed when I saw a light up ahead of me.

"Granger," I heard her saw curtly.

"Pansy, is that you?" I asked as I drew closer.

"Yes. And don't you ever fucking call me by my first name. We are not friends. We never have been friends. I don't like you," she said menacingly.

I blinked owlishly at her and then nodded.

"Good. Now, give me your wand."

"No!" I yelled.

"Give it to me, or I will take it by force. I don't give a shit if you're knocked up or not."

I stared her down for a few minutes and then finally acquiesced my wand to her outstretched hand. She sneered at me.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Why would I tell you that?" She asked impatiently.

I didn't say anything else. I knew she wouldn't give me information willingly. I just wanted to make sure that Draco was all right.

Once she figured I wasn't going to say anything else to her, she took out her own wand and pointed it at me. I immediately took a step back. She smirked at me.

"Oh, Granger, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to blindfold you and bind you. I don't want you getting away from me whilst I bring you to 'headquarters'."

I lift my chin in defiance. Her smirk seemed to become insane as she neared me. I watched as her wand cut through the air. I felt my arms lock behind me and then my legs. I would have fallen flat on my face if Pansy hadn't caught me. She laid me on my back and finally put the blindfold on me.

I felt her levitate me and take a hold of my legs. I felt the uncomfortable squeeze of apparation. It was even worse when you couldn't see where you were doing.

She let go of my body and let it trail behind her as she led me through the place. I felt us stop for a moment and then I heard a door open soon after. She placed my body on something hard - it felt like a cot.

Pansy took off my blindfold and unbound my arms and legs, but soon bound me back to the cot.

"Oh look, Draco," she cooed. "You have a guest."

My heart leapt into my throat. I turned my head and looked to the left. There he was. He was laying a few meters away bound to his own cot. He looked at me in shock.

"Well, I'll leave you two then," Pansy said smirking at us before she left.

"Hermione, what are you doing here!" Draco asked.

"Because I'm here to save you," I said calmly.

"No, now we're both in a fuckload of trouble."

"Well, we wouldn't be in this sort of trouble if you hadn't gone behind my back," I said fiercely looking staring at him.

The anger went right out of him. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"I know. Let's just figure out how to get out of here."

He didn't say anything, but simply nodded looking up at the ceiling. Now what were we going to do?

A/N: What a twist! Sorta, not really. Reviews are sunshine and candy~