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Chapter 29
This is taking too bloody long, George thought for the millionth time as he paced back and forth. He had decided to stop saying it aloud after Kingsley had threatened to stun him. He didn't want to be out of it when they finally found out where the prick had taken her. He wanted to be wide awake and alert so that he could be there for her if the Bulgarian had touched her. If he dies he'll have one less appendage to worry about, he thought violently.
"George, would you like some tea?" a dreamy voice asked from beside him. Luna was smiling reassuringly, holding out the cup for him to take.
"Thanks, Luna," he replied, taking to cup from his future sister in law. She nodded and took a seat on Ron's knee, leaning into him as he pulled her close.
"Where did Minerva go?" Molly wondered as she fussed about the room, dusting this and that. She couldn't just sit still and she didn't think it was appropriate to pull out her knitting needles while one of her daughters was missing.
"I'm right here, Molly. And would you please put that down. I just had those polished and there really is no need to dust, seeing that the house elves insist on doing it," the professor said, walking back into the room, taking the spinning trinket out of her friends hand. "No one is going to think less of you for knitting, Molly. Everyone knows you can't sit still."
Molly sighed and took a seat, quickly doing as she was asked.
"Professor, have you heard anything new?" Ginny wondered, looking towards the door every few moments, worried as to where her fiancée was. He had left with Kingsley and her father half an hour ago to check the grounds for any sign of Viktor and Hermione. She couldn't help but worry about him.
"No, unfortunately I haven't," the professor answered sadly."Where did the Malfoys go?"
"Mrs. Malfoy said that she needed air and Draco accompanied her," Ginny answered as Harry entered the office.
"We saw no sign of anyone leaving the grounds," he said before anyone could ask. "Kingsley and Mr. Weasley sent me in here to let you know. We were wondering..."
Before Harry could finish what he was saying, a loud pop sounded through the room, causing everyone to quickly draw their wands.
"Mitzi asks that the lovely wizards and witches please lower their wands," a strange looking house elf said, smiling brightly at the group in the room. Her eyes came across the black haired wizard and she began shaking with excitement.
"Mitzi's always wanted to meet the great Harry Potter. She has always heard wonderful things about you from the handsome Dobby," she said sadly, wiping a tear from her eye at the memory of her very best friend.
"You knew Dobby?" Harry couldn't help but ask, stepping closer to the tutu wearing house elf.
"I did, oh yes. He was a wonderful elf. Mitzi was very, very fond of him," she replied, batting her eyes a little bit.
"I think she's flirting with him," Ron whispered to Luna, who grinned.
Harry shot his best friend a look before turning back to the talkative elf.
"Your name is Mitzi?" he asked, kneeling so he could speak with her face to face.
"Yes, Mitzi I am," she replied, smiling as she held out her hand to shake his, as her mistress had taught her.
"Nice to meet you, Mitzi," Harry said, accepting the tiny hand, giving it one gentle shake. "Mitzi, why have you come to the head mistresses office?"
Mitzi's eyes widened and turned quickly to the older women who still stood behind her desk, watching the exchange between Harry and the elf with an amused expression on her face.
"Mitzi apologizes for forgetting why she is here. I gets too excited when I meet the most handsome and noble savior of our world." she said, bowing slightly in repentance. Harry blushed as Rob snickered at Mitzi's assessment of him, while Ginny grinned, wishing that she could have a house elf as amusing as the one that had appeared before them.
"No need to be upset, Mitzi. Please do not hurt yourself," Professor McGonagall added quickly, knowing that house elves were prone to doing that if they disobeyed their masters.
"Oh, Mitzi never hurts herself. Mrs. Aphrodite would never allow Mitzi or Hektor to hurt ourselves. She says we valuable creatures, who have a free will. She gives us coins for our work. I buy pretty dresses, with help from the youngest miss," she replied, beaming as she spoke about her mistress.
"It sounds like you have a wonderful boss," Fred replied, smiling sadly at the little elf. Hermione would love her, he thought, looking over at his twin, knowing that George was thinking similar things.
"Oh yes, red headed twin, I do," Mitzi said, smiling.
"Mitzi, why were you sent here?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Mrs. Aphrodite asked that I bring the Professor and the handsome Harry Potter to her."
Mitzi replied.
"Why?" Harry wondered, curious as to whom this 'Mrs Aphrodite' was.
"She would like to talk with you," the small elf answered, not going into details.
"About what?" Professor McGonagall wondered.
Mitzi rang her hands knowing that the red heads might explode. She looked at them, seeing that they were watching her closely, which made her very nervous. Although her masters loved her very much and would never hurt her, she knew there were wizards that thought nothing of hurting their elves.
"Mitzi, it's alright," Luna said coming over to where the young elf stood. She took a seat on the floor next to her and smiled at her. "I will not let them hurt you."
Mitzi looked at the young witch beside her and smiled, knowing that she meant exactly what she said.
"About one of the best humans in the world. About my Ms. Hermione," Mitzi answered.
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"What did she just say?" Irina asked, watching as her brother gently tucked a hair behind Hermione's ear.
"She said, 'it's the same blue'," Viktor replied.
"What? Why does something that bloody crazy make you smile?" she wondered.
He pulled the box out of his pocket and held it up to show his mother and sister the ring.
"Bloody hell," Irina whispered, looking at the ring.
"Language," Aphrodite scolded her daughter, smiling at the ring she was examining. Even if her son had asked Hermione to marry entirely too quickly, he had incredible taste in jewellery.
"Princess, are you awake?" Viktor asked, rubbing her forehead gently.
Hermione moved her head, her eyes fluttering a little, when suddenly there was a pop in the centre of the room, causing her to jump a bit, her eyes opening quickly, terrified.
"Hermione!" a voice gasped.
Viktor turned to see Hektor with a beautiful women and none other than Draco Malfoy, his wand pulled, pointed directly at the Bulgarians head.
"Draco? Viktor? Where am I?" Hermione asked, starting to sit up, but feeling extremely dizzy as she did.
"Wow, lie back down, Princess," Viktor insisted, fluffing the pillows up and helping her lay back down.
"Get your hands off of her!" Draco demanded his arm shaking as he walked toward Hermione.
"I will do no such thing," Viktor said, slowly standing and turning.
"You dunderheads. Expelliarmus!" Irina took both of their wands, handing them to their shocked mothers. "If you two would get your head out your arse's and think for half a minute about what you are doing, you would know that you could hit her with whatever curse you shot at one another."
"I'm right here," Hermione said, her head pounding a bit. She grinned at her friend, happy to see her, even if she had no clue as to where she was.
"I'm aware," Irina replied smiling. She walked over and hugged her gently, not wanting to hurt her.
"Where am I?" Hermione asked, looking over her friends shoulder and raised an eyebrow at what she saw. Aphrodite Krum and Narcissa Malfoy where talking quietly, looking as if they were pretty good friends, while their sons looked as if they could kill each other with in just a few minutes.
"You're at my place," Irina replied.
"In France?" she asked shocked, her voice heard across the room.
"Yes, in France," the black haired girl answered.
"Why am I here?" Hermione wondered.
"You were kidnapped, love," Draco answered, kneeling at the end of the couch that her head was on, rubbing her check.
"She bloody well was not kidnapped," Viktor practically roared, his magic clearly visible.
"What do you call being taken from your home, not having a clue as to where you are?" the blond asked, raising his eyebrow.
"She wasn't taken from her home and she doesn't know where she is because she had fainted," Krum declared.
"Oh so you take unconscious women to unknown places without the knowledge of anyone she holds dear, knowing where she has gone. That's sounds a lot better then kidnapping," Draco replied sarcastically.
"Would you two please go somewhere else if you can't keep your mouths shut and egos in check?" Hermione asked, rubbing her temples slowly, developing an even bigger headache.
"Sorry, love," Draco said, kissing her forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Princess," Viktor kissed her hand.
"Hermione, what do you remember, dear?" Aphrodite asked, her daughter moving so that she could sit with Hermione on the couch.
"Aphrodite, it's good to see you," she replied, truly happy to see the women that at one time she hoped would be her mother in law.
"It's wonderful to see you as well," the Greek women said, leaning in and hugging her tightly, a small tear escaping from the corner if her eye. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember going for a walk with Draco and him walking me back to the common room," she started, blushing when she remembered the amount of snogging that had taken place. Draco grinned and winked at her, causing his mother to clear her throat, pulling his attention to her. She raised an eyebrow, earning a slight blush from her son. She smiled and turned to look at the girl who was the center of attention.
"What do you remember next?" Narcissa asked, smiling gently at the girl, hoping to gain some trust.
"I picked out what to wear and got ready to meet Viktor. I walked to Professor McGonagall's office and she asked if I was sure that I wanted to meet with him."
"Why wouldn't you want to meet with me?" Viktor wondered, slightly confused.
"Because you're a git," Draco replied shrugging as if it was common knowledge.
"Draco," his mother warned.
"Sorry," he said, looking first at Hermione and then his mother, letting them know that he was apologizing to them, not the prick who caused the mess they were in.
Hermione shook her head, knowing that Draco was only saying what Viktor thought of the blond, too. "Then, I walked in and got a little light headed. After not seeing Viktor for so long, I was surprised when a lot if memories came back to me."
It was Viktor's turn to grin, taking her hand in his once again and kissed it. "I asked if you were okay."
"And I said I thought I would be fine and you."
"Asked if you had eaten anything."
"And I said not in a while and you called Mitzi and asked her to bring me some food," Hermione added, smiling at the grinning Viktor. She had always loved it when he would grin broadly like that, without holding anything back.
Not liking what he saw, Draco decided to ask a question. "What happened not, love?"
"Mitzi brought me my favorite meal that Aphrodite makes for me. Lamb Gyro and baklava."
"Oh, she makes the best baklava," Narcissa replied, smiling as she thought about the delicious dessert.
Hermione grinned, happy to have someone who agreed with her. "She really does. Anyway, we were eating our dinner and I remember Viktor telling something and he came around...oh bloody hell."
"What?" Draco asked, rubbing her check gently. "Did he hurt you? You can tell me anything."
"He didn't hurt me but he was an idiot," Hermione replied, glaring at the sheepish looking Viktor.
"What did he do?" Draco asked, slightly amused that Viktor was being glared at by all of the women in the room, including his mother, who had obviously been told what he did.
"He asked me to marry him after not talking to me for almost four years!" Hermione said angrily, glaring at him.
Draco raised an eyebrow at the Bulgarian, who looked horribly upset. It didn't bother Draco at all, especially since it looked like Hermione wasn't even considering it.
"Hermione, dear, why don't you lean back and rest. Hektor, would you mind getting some teas prepared. And please bring Hermione my special blend of peppermint tea," Aphrodite said, taking charge. Hektor bowed and left the room to do as he was asked.
"Draco, would you be a dear and go help Viktor find some more chairs at our house, please?" the matriarch of the Krum family asked.
Draco began to object, but stopped as his mother shook her head no. He knew his mother either had something up her sleeve or that Hermione needed the pair of them out if the room for a few minutes. Narcissa Malfoy was an excellent judge of what an upset women needed most.
"Yes, of course," he answered, kissing Hermione on the forehead.
Viktor stood, mumbling something in Bulgarian, more than likely curses if the look his mother was giving him was any indication. "Give me my wand back, Irina."
"I think I'll keep it until you get back, thank you," she replied, smiling sweetly at her brother.
"How am I to get to Mum and Dad's?" he demanded to know.
"Floo, of course," she answered, grinning. "You know how to use that, right, seeing that's how you brought Hermione here?"
"Irina, enough. Go Viktor and there better not be any fighting," Aphrodite said.
"How are you feeling, Nene?" Irina asked, sitting beside her once the boys were gone.
"I'm a little light headed, but other than that, I'm fine," she answered.
"How are you FEELING?" Aphrodite asked, smiling affectionately down at the young lady.
Hermione sighed looking at the women that surrounded her. She had no clue as to why she was here, although she gathered that Viktor brought her here after she fainted. She had no idea why Narcissa or Draco were here either, but both of their presence was reassuring, Narcissa's surprisingly so.
"In feel confused, tired and extremely angry. I haven't got a clue as to why Viktor thought it was a good idea to ask me to marry him after not seeing me for so long. It doesn't make sense. Not at all."
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"Hermione? Where is she?" Fred demanded, walking closer.
"Who's your master and how do they know where she is?" George asked.
"What do you mean by 'your Ms. Hermione'?" Ron wondered.
"Will you lot shut it and let Mitzi talk?" Luna shouted, causing all of the red headed men to hush, shocked by her outburst.
"Thank you Miss. You are as sweet as Ms. Hermione," Mitzi said to the blond, smiling at her.
"My name is Luna, Mitzi and that is a very wonderful complement, thank you."
"Mitzi, who us your master?" Harry wondered.
"Mrs. Aphrodite is my master," she answered.
"And how does Mrs. Aphrodite know Viktor Krum?" he asked, smiling at the house elf to let her know that he wasn't angry with her.
"Mrs. Aphrodite is his mother. He hasn't been using his brain for a while now," Mitzi replied, shaking her head.
"I like this elf," Ron mused, grinning at Mitzi.
"Do you know where Hermione is?" The Boy Who Lived asked.
"Oh yes, Mitzi does. She is being looked after by Ms. Irina while Mrs. Aphrodite is scolding her idiot son soundly," the elf answered, smiling at the memory.
George and Fred laughed loudly, even though they were still worried about Hermione.
"Irina is Viktor's sister," Ginny stated, remembering Hermione talking about how close they had been and how they still sent owls.
"Yes, she is very smart, Ms. Irina is," Mitzi replied.
"She wants you to bring Harry and I to where Hermione is being keep?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Ms. Hermione isn't being keep. She is free to leave anytime she wishes. Ms. Hermione is loved by Mrs. Aphrodite very, very much. She wanted Viktor to fix his biggest mistake, but he made it much, much bigger. Poor Ms. Hermione."
"Is she okay?" Luna asked, gently grabbing hold of the little creatures hand.
"Oh, Ms. Hermione is okay. She was just surprised and fainted. That's why the idiot took her to Ms. Irina's house," Mitzi replied.
"Why did she faint?" George wondered.
"Mr. Viktor asked her to marry him."
Harry held out his hand to the elf. "Please take me to her."
"I want to go," coursed the room full of red heads, each stepping closer to the little elf.
"No! You stay here and inform the others that Harry and I are going to go and bring Hermione home," McGonagall said, leaving no room for argument. She held out her hand and Mitzi held onto it, popping quickly away from Hogwarts.
Thanks to Justbeingsirius for being a wonderful beta. Her computer crashed, but she got this back to me as quickly as she could. :) Thanks. I hope you like this chapter. I have the next one half way finished, but I don't like to complete chapters without feedback from you guys. So please, review! :) Happy Reading.