Thank you for your reviews on the last chapter, I'm doing better, I still have my black outs occasionally but I can control it better now. It's funny, I find more trust in my readers-whom I've never met-then in my own friends, most of whom I've lost contact with after I was raped. My own 'best friend' called me a lying whore.

So in a way... You all are my Slytherins and they are my Gryffindors lol. :)

I recently re-read my entire story and was shocked at how much my writing style and attitude changed, it shows how different I've become since I started this story a little over 6 months ago.

But of course, you're not here to listen to me rant about my life, you're here to read. So here you go, I hope you enjoy it.

When Draco re-opened his eyes it took him a few seconds for them to adjust to the darkness, the room was pitch black aside from a small window that allowed the moonlight to slip through.

At first he thought he had fallen asleep on the couch in his common room waiting for Hermione to return from the library, but soon his mind cleared and he remembered, Hermione wasn't going to be returning because she was in the clutches of Klatius Custa.

A shiver ran down his spine as he even thought of the name, he thought the name Voldemort had bothered him but this was a name that would make the Dark Lord himself shudder.

No he was not on his couch in their common room, but on an uncomfortable bed in the Hospital Wing.

He felt a tickling on his right arm and looked down to see white blonde hair cascading across the bed, the tips barely brushing against his arm.

"Mum." He whispered thickly, causing her to shoot up her wand aimed at his chest.

"Oh, dear, Draco you startled me!" She nearly shouted, her eyes wide with fright.

"Sorry." He mumbled, not really caring all that much, he felt numb.

"Draco we're going to rescue her, we will." She whispered, caressing his cheek gently. "How could you possibly know that?" His voice came out more venomous than intended, but again he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Because Draco, I know you. Even if you have to die you would go in there and try to kill Klatius yourself if it meant a chance at saving her. And I won't let that happen, so I promise you, I won't give up. This is the love of your life, I will stop at nothing to make sure you get to hold her in your arms again." Her eyes were shining with tears, and he could feel his own tears beginning to spill over.

"There's something you know. Something you're not telling me, what is it?" She smiled sadly at how well he knew her, before bowing her head, her bottom lip firmly in between her teeth.

"It's the baby he wants Draco, he doesn't care about her, he wants the baby. Which means he will keep her healthy until the baby is born, and he can't complete his plan with the baby unless you're dead, and we don't intend on letting that happen." She whispered, gripping his hand tightly.

"We?" He choked out, anger finally breaking through his numbness, even if his child was not born it was still his child, and he'd be damned if he would let anything happen to it.

"We." A deep voice sounded from the entrance, and both Draco and Narcissa quickly turned their heads to see a few members of the Order of the Pheonix including; Dumbledore, Snape, Remus Lupin, Mad-eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and the Weasley children he actually liked.

Before Hermione could even stop herself she shoved Ron away and her fist connected with his nose, causing blood to drip down his face.

"I. Will. Not. Marry. You!" She screamed, her fists literally shaking from her anger. Her bout of control was short-lived as his hand connected with her cheek.

"You don't get a choice in the matter sweetheart." He smiled a bloody smile at her before using the cloth of her dress to wipe the blood off of his face.

She stared at him in disgust and couldn't help but think about how this guy was her best friend for years, someone who she always thought would be there to protect, the guy she thought she would end up marrying.

"What are you staring at?" He asked, glaring down at her.

"Nothing." She mumbled under her breath, before shrieking as she was lifted off of her feet and literally thrown onto the bed.

He smiled at her as he slowly crawled on top of her, straddling her waist and leaning down over her.

"You're beautiful." He whispered, gently running his fingertip across her jawline.

"Don't touch me." She spat, and he rolled his eyes. "Mione, you can't deny it forever. You were in love with me once and you will be again. We both know that, you can't resist me. You won't resist me. You love me, just like I love you." His voice was soft and gentle, and he looked at her like he used to when they were together.

"You actually think I'd ever love you again?" She asked, and he rolled his eyes.

"Of course, we both know it's true. We'll go back to Hogwarts and you'll tell them that we're in love and you're not pressing charges so I can go free, and you can be my wife instead of a whore to that ferret."

"I'd rather be his whore than your wife any day!" She shouted and instantly his was not the soft sweet Ron any longer.

"You don't get a choice in the matter bitch! You will be my wife and you will Never speak to Malfoy again, do you understand me?" He was screaming now, his hand wrapped firmly around her throat.

She clawed at his hand, attempting to get him to pull back but knew it was pointless so instead she opted for spitting in his face. To her disgust he wiped the spit off his face then licked it off of his finger.

To her horror she felt his hardness pressing against her navel, and he smirked as he noticed her fear.

"You remember the feel of that don't you?" He scooted back slightly and started rocking forward, pressing his erection against her center.

"No no no no no." She cried under her breath as she tried to scoot away from him.

"Professor Klaus said we're not allowed to make love until after you've given birth to your swine but I'm sure this one time couldn't hurt." His eyes were nearly pitch black in lust as he started slowly pushing her dress up.

"No please don't do this please."She cried, trying to shove him off of her only to find she couldn't move her hands.

"Don't waste your breath sweetheart, you'll be needing it to scream my name." He whispered huskily as he started slowly unbuttoning his pants.

As soon as he started freeing his erection from his pants Cilia popped into the room.

"You know the Masters Orders Mister Weasley, your time with her is up." She growled out as she walked forward to grip Hermione's wrist.

"No!" Ron shouted, but it was too late, Hermione had disappeared from beneath him.

Hermione's legs buckled and she fell to her knees on the plush carpet of the room she was in.

"I'm so sorry miss. So so sorry." Cilia whispered, tears filling her large eyes.

"You don't have to apologize, you saved me. Thank you." Hermione choked out, leaning her head back against the door.

"This will be your room. You can not leave the room without calling for me I'm afraid, but the good news is you have your own private bathroom and Mister Weasley can not get to you while you're in here." The house elf smiled, doing her best to cheer the poor girl up.

Hermione smiled tightly at the elf but gave no other reaction as she tried to calm her nerves.

"Oh Draco I need you so bad right now." She whispered brokenly, her voice shaking as she hugged her knees to her chest.

Draco and the Order had been going over different books in the library that held possible ways to find Hermione for a good six hours now, most of them had heavy eyes and a bad case of the yawns but refused to go to sleep without making a dent in their plans.

Once the tenth hour passed, most of them finally gave in and left the room until it was only Draco and Snape left.

"Draco, you need your rest." Snape's voice was void of emotion but you could see it in his eyes that he was worried.

"I'll rest when Hermione's safe." He mumbled, pulling open the cover of yet another book on locating spells.

"You are not going to help her if you can't fully focus on anything." Snape said, a sigh on his lip as Draco nodded.

"Fine, I'll lay down on the sofa but do not let me sleep more than a couple hours." He said, closing his book and going to lay down.

"Of course." Snape said, having no intentions of waking him up any time soon.

Snape knew exactly how it felt to lose the woman you loved, and he was determined to find Hermione, he would not let his godson feel the pain he's felt his entire life.

He carefully pulled a picture from his pocket and placed it on the table, tears shone in his eyes as he stared down at her.

"Oh my dear Lily." He whispered, his voice breaking slightly. He just looked at her for a moment before strengthening his resolve and putting his emotionless mask back in place.

He looked back at Draco who even in his sleep looked extremely sad, every once in a while her name would sleep between in lips in a plea.

"We will find her Draco." Snape whispered, and as if by magic he suddenly found what he needed.

"It wasn't a spell we needed after all, but a potion." He exclaimed in wonderment, quickly ripping out the page and closing the book.

Up in the Gryffindor commom Fred and George Weasley were not sleeping as everyone expected but leaning against each other on the couch, for once they was no joking expression in their eyes, but a deep sadness.

"Part of me doesn't want to believe it." George whispered, his words were pained as Fred placed a comforting hand on his back.

"Me either Georgie." Fred mumbled, rubbing his temples. "What do you think made him.." "Snap?" Fred finished for him, George nodded in response.

"I don't know, I mean he's always had.."

"Anger management problems." They spoke together, small smirks lighting up their faces for just a second.

"But how anybody could harm someone as pure and good as Hermione. Well I just don't understand it." George had had a crush on Hermione since her fourth year, but never could find a way to tell her about it, he realized now it was simply too late.

"Do you think we would ever?.." Fred started, unable to even think about it. "Snap like he did?" Fred nodded and George shook his head.

"No. I would die before I hurt someone like that, and you know you'd do the same." George mumbled, his heart clenching at the thought of his brother dying.

"It's just, despite his anger problems he's always seemed so good.. I just can't comprehend it." George was fixing to answer when they heard footsteps on the stairs and both instantly quieted.

"Fred, George?" The tired voice of their little sister sounded from the stairs behind them.

"Ginny." They responded monotonously, finding it hard to stay mad at her but knowing how she's been acting is completely uncalled for.

"What are you doing here?" She asked curiously, coming to sit beside them.

"Thinking." They once again responded in perfect unison.

"About?"

"Things that don't," Fred started.

"Concern you." George finished for him. "It's about Ron isn't? You actually believe he raped Hermione don't you?" She asked, her tone changing to annoyed.

"Despite what everyone thinks, we're not ignorant." George spoke up, crossing his arms.

"But we apparently greatly underestimated Your intelligence." Fred's voice dripped with such a venom it shocked both George and Ginny.

"You think me dim." She stated, clenching her hands into fists.

"You're completely in denial Ginerva, Ron was put under Verituserum he told the complete truth that day." George himself was suddenly unable to hide the venom in his words as he spoke, gritting his teeth to keep from yelling.

"He only said that because she somehow changed the potion to get him to say what she wanted!" Ginny shouted, standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

"Listen here, you ignorant little twit, you can not change Verituserum without changing it's appearance, the Verituserum was checked by Dumbledore and the Minister himself, Hermione did Nothing to that potion, Ron raped her and you're just going to have to get that through you're thick skull!" Fred was literally screaming by the end of his rant, the veins in his neck protruding as his face turned as red as his hair from anger.

He gave Ginny one last disgusted look before leaving the room.

"He's never yelled at me like that." Ginny whimpered slightly.

"Grow up." George spat before following his twin out of the room.

Eh, wasn't good but I definitely needed some more Twin time in there. At least it was longer than the last chapter. Fred and George were Very out of character in this chapter, but I couldn't bring myself to let them be okay with how Ginny was acting.

ALSO! On an important note!

I need a good idea for the next chapter I've got a little bit of it written but I need a good idea for it. So leave your idea in a review doesn't matter which character from my story it involves, if I like it I'll use it. :)