Theo's friends are worried about him and we get to know what they're thinking! Thanks to the amazing Ash and Charlotte for being the inspiration behind Blaise and Draco, respectively.

Draco Malfoy was fuming. How did someone dare disappear with Theo? A pureblood from the Sacred Twenty-Eight? And why was no one competent enough to find any clues about what happened to Theo?

He was staying at Malfoy Manor, not wanting to leave until they had a lead on Theo's whereabouts. The study was Draco's particular heaven, the place where he could be without interruptions—besides his annoying friends—and the place where he could plot without fear of being overheard.

It was bittersweet being in the house alone, with his parents now residing in one of their mansions in France, but Draco was happy for the time alone. It helped his mind focus on what he needed to do.

The incompetent people at the Ministry just told him Theo went on a raid and never returned. They couldn't even tell him where he went or with whom, no matter how many times Draco threatened them.

Draco had a half a mind to make some of them 'not return'.

"Are you already plotting the demise of whoever hurt Theo?" Blaise asked, entering Draco's personal study.

"Don't be so pedantic, Blaise." Draco scoffed at his friend. "I already know what I'm going to do with whoever dared to hurt Theo."

"Oh? Are you willing to share with the class?" Blaise threw himself on one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace.

Draco stopped pacing and joined Blaise in the armchair next to his. Steepling his fingers together, he leaned back in his chair, biting his lip.

Blaise wasn't going to judge him, so Draco decided to tell him what he was planning to do—or at least the first few plans that had come to his mind.

"I'll go in for the short term pain, but it will all be anonymous, nothing that can be connected back to me," Draco started explaining. "Things like dislocated shoulders, broken legs, fractured rib cages. Not completely devastating, but it will have long-term ramifications."

"So you went for the straight torture right away?" Blaise asked, cocking his head to the side.

Draco scoffed. "What would you do then, smartass?"

"I'll handcuff them to my broom, fly over the ocean, and drop them in without their wand and clothes," Blaise replied with a shrug, making Draco snort. Blaise frowned. "What?"

"That isn't really torture though. The real torture is long term. You destroy them. You turn all their friends and families against them. Get them fired from work. Nobody will rent to them. Everyone looks at them suspiciously." Draco knew his eyes were gleaming just like his aunt Bellatrix's, and he never felt more proud to be related to her than at that moment.

"But where's the fun in that? I'll strip them naked in public after making sure they've got a tiny weiner or really saggy old tits—we don't want people lusting after them after all," Blaise continued, not seeing the look of disgust on Draco's face. "It should be a punishment for them... unless they're into exhibitionism…"

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, not wanting to slap or hex Blaise.

"You're missing the entire point of torture, Blaise. It's supposed to be fun for us. They will know what happened to them, but no one would ever think to dare blame you. And even if they did, it will be you versus this person who everyone knows is worth nothing." Draco grinned wickedly as the ideas took root in his mind. "You grind them down more and more until they beg you to stop. But you say no."

Blaise looked at Draco, and it was almost like he finally understood what Draco had in mind.

"Oh, now I get it!" Blaise smiled wickedly like Draco, excitement gleaming in his eyes. Draco knew Blaise would have his back.

"Tell me your new ideas, I'm curious," Draco said, relaxing his posture a little, still smiling a little even if he felt a little on the edge.

"I'lll find out where they live and send them bloody letters and body parts, but they won't know who the parts belong to, and they'll fear they're next and constantly look over their shoulders." Blaise was getting the gist of the torture idea now, and Draco's smile widened. "I'll pretend to kill someone in front of them—maybe you while we're acting like we're arguing—and they'll fear for their lives because if I can kill you, my best friend, then I can easily kill them too, right? But I'll let them go and they'll think they're free, but then, I will hunt them down and shoot them like a sitting duck!"

"Now we're talking," Draco said, looking at the maniacal expression on Blaise's face. "As soon as we get our Theodore back, there's no stopping us. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Blaise said, extending his hand and Draco shook it, knowing they were in this together now.

They were going to find Theo and raise hell in the life of the one who had dared take him away from them.