Boys Night, Girls Night

Somehow I couldn't contain myself......so I have two, count 'em 2!, more chapters for tonight...you can thank me later :-p

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31.


Hermione felt herself dropped to the ground, which was surprisingly soft.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll return later.”

She looked around for the voice- finding nothing but the disappearing swirl of a shadow. She got the briefest look at the room around her when the room in front of her starting spinning.

Damn it.

Closing her eyes, she focused on her breaths.

In and out.
In and out.

Focusing on her lungs expanding and contracting she fought off a roll of nausea as her stomach churned. The combination of being strangled, a fist to the face, and hitting her head when she fell, she knew she was going to have a concussion.

Ok, think Hermione.

Whoever it was said he would return. She needed a plan in place before then.

Her wand? Looking down, it wasn’t in her hand. Piece by piece, she remembered it being twisted out of her hand while apparating. Which explains the throbbing in her wrist.
Alright, no wand, where was she?

Slowly getting to her feet, she took in her surroundings. What in the hell?

It was her new apartment. She was in her new apartment. Why would he bring her here?
Well if he was dumb enough to leave her here…

Running to the front door, she realized there was no door handle. It was then that other details began to sink in.

Maybe she was the one a little dense. The windows were charmed, but not actually cut into the wall. Running somewhat wobbly into the bedroom she found the same thing.

Feeling nauseous, she perched on the edge of her imitation bed. She stuck her head between her knees. Fine, so she didn’t know where she was. What did she know? She knew it was after two am- Saturday.

She knew she was somewhat injured. On that note she tottered into the closet, to check her reflection in the floor length mirror she knew would be there. Time to take inventory.

Gods she looked terrible. She looked at the massive bruise blooming across her cheek. It hurt, but the cut lip was the one still bleeding. There were black and blue marks around her neck. Sticking out her tongue, she noticed the cut where she bit down when hit across the face.

Gingerly running a hand into her hair, she felt the large lump on the back of her head, but her hand came away clean. No blood was a good sign.

Her wrist was swelling, black and blue from the fight for her wand. It ached when she tried to rotate it.

Looking down, she noticed both of her feet were bare, shoes long gone. The bottoms of her feet were scratched and red. Her left ankle didn’t look too pretty either. Apparently a concussion wasn’t the only thing affecting her balance.

Her trench coat was hanging drunkenly open, a little worse for wear. Grime from the fight in the alley and turned it different colors, rents and tears in the fabric.

She felt thoroughly exhausted. Her whole body ached.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, she snapped at herself.

Plan, you need to plan.

Think back. Who could it be?

Not Roger- that much was obvious. He was merely being used as a distraction by the real culprit.

However, a thought was niggling in the back of her mind. This person knew she was Hannah, knew Roger, that she was at her apartment…that she was LEAVING her apartment again that night.

For some reason that offered the best clue as to who it could be.


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Draco sprinted back into the apartment. Locating his wand, he apparated to Harry’s very nearly splinching himself in the process. Pounding on the door, he couldn’t control the panic. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. He held himself up with one hand on wall, his thoughts incoherent with a mixture of stress, dread, fear, and outright rage. His right hand continually pounding on the door.

Ginny answered the door rubbing her eyes. “Malfoy? What-”

“He found her. He has her!” he managed to get out.

Ginny snapped to attention as Harry came running into the room, clothes askew, glasses crooked. “Ginny! The wards have gone off at Hermione’s…” Harry stopped abruptly as he noticed Draco in the doorway. He knew instantly why he was there. “What happened?”

Draco couldn’t help the stammer of half completed words and thoughts that rushed out of his mouth. “We need to go- he took her. Mione was coming back to our apartment, but it wasn’t ours anymore, it’s mine, and she couldn’t get past the wards- he caught her. Followed her. Has her. I tried to help- but she hurled me back into the apartment…”

Harry grabbed his shoulder and shook him slightly his eyes burned into his skin. “Draco, focus. What did he look like?”

Draco shook his head. “Obscuring jinx. He was dressed in all black.” Harry joined him outside the threshold. “The aurors are meeting outside her apartment where the wards are going off, I need to go.”

“Harry, if you think for one moment I’m not going-” Draco threatened.

Harry glared at him for a moment testing his determination. “Fine, you can’t touch anything, you can’t question anyone. You can listen and look- that is it, understood?”
Draco nodded once.

“I’m coming.” Ginny said imperiously.

Harry gave her a quick, searching look. She minutely shook her head.

Draco watched the exchange with no patience. “Then let’s GO!” he roared.

“Fine. Ginny, get dressed and meet us there, you know where it is?” he yelled as she took off to the bedroom. They heard a faint ‘yes!’


Good enough.