Chapter 7 - Bad News and Lies

Hermione and Draco were just waking up in the Room of Requirements the morning after Harry had left to find Pansy when they heard muttering outside the Room. Hermione peered up at Draco, snuggling closer to him as she tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes, "You think that's Harry?"

Draco nodded, "There's one way to find out.", he stated as he pulled on a his jeans and tossed Hermione her clothes before heading to the door, silently asking the Room for a peek-hole. When he peered through it he was a distraught looking Harry, his messy black hair sticking up at all angles and his pant legs caked in mud, with a peek over his shoulder to make sure Hermione was dressed, he opened the door, "Morning Harry. You find her?", he asked, though he thought he knew the answer already.

Harry shook his head sadly, "No, we didn't. Not anywhere. We think that either the sighting is false, or that she somehow saw the paper and knew we were coming, and so apperated."

Draco sighed, his shoulder's drooping as if the strain of Pansy being out put a world of strain on him, "Don't tell Hermione. Just tell her that you're just a break from the search, that they're still looking. I can't stand her going into another depression, it hurts too much to see her like that.", Draco's grey eyes suddenly looked like those of someone old, that has seen much pain and loss in one's lifetime. Harry weakly guessed he'd looked much the same way after the war ended until Ginny snapped him back into himself.

Do this this, Harry gave a nod, "Just tell her I stopped by to say we haven't found her yet, but we haven't fished our search, then. I'll go back to look."

Draco gave a short nod and weak smile to Harry before the arour walked away to head back to Hogsmeade to search. He headed back to the bed, where Hermione was still sitting, though dressed now, "Was that Harry? Did they find her?", and eager expression on Hermione's face as her brown eyes glittered.

Draco tried not to wince, "Yeah, it was Harry, he was her to say they haven't found her yet..", her face fell and the glaze seemed to start to come back in her eyes ans he hurried on, "But they haven't finished their search yet.", her eyes lost the glazed look.

"Oh", she said, a hint of disappointment apparent in her voice, "So, are we to stay here?"

Draco smirked, "Yes, it's Sunday, no classes. And I'm.. more than happy to stay in this bed with you.", he said with a cheeky wink, causing Hermione to slap him, "Ow, woman! Most woman would take that as a compliment!"

Hermione gave a slight shrug and a smirk, "I'm not most woman, or have you forgotten that?"

He shook him head with a grin, "I could never forget that, it's part of your.. charm.", he stated, leaning forward to kiss her greedily, which she happily returned and soon the actions of the night before were repeated, both lost in the other and their love. Both never wanting to return to the real world where Pansy Parkinson draped over their relationship like a giant cloud that even in the happiest actions and parts of their minds, they couldn't escape.

Pansy looked around quietly, she knew the arours were searching for her, before throwing floo powder in to the fire and thrusting her head into it as well, calling the only one free who'd probably help her in her plan to murder the mudblood for stealing her man.. and probably giving him love potion before doing so.

Soon she was greeted, to her disgust, to the sight of a red head making out with his wife. She cleared her throat, announcing her presence to the oblivious snogging couple. To her pleasure they jumped apart, the read head's face as red as his hair.

"Parkinson?", asked the startled red head, "Why is your head in my fireplace?"

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Weasely. I require your help in a plan of mine to, ah, destroy the marriage of Hermione and Draco Malfoy.

Ron blinked before turning to Lavender and asking her to check on their child before asking, "Why should I care to help a Slytherin, Parkinson? Let alone a Death Eater."

Pansy rolled her eyes again, "Because I know you hate that marriage as much as I. Will you help me?"

Ron looked uncertain, "Only if I don't have to leave America and my family."

Pansy sighed, "Fine, you don't have to move an inch. Now will you help me?"

Ron nodded after a second, "Deal. How do you need my help?"

Pansy gave an evil smirk before requesting, "Tell me all you know of the mudblood's weaknesses. I need to exploit them."

Ron immediately began to tell the woman, who's smirk became colder with each listed weakness and a more solid plan began to form in her mind. A plan to murder Hermine Malfoy, for taking the name and man who should be her's.