A/N: Sorry it's been a month I just couldn't write so many bad things were happening like my grandma getting put into the hospital and I had to work so much that I didn't have the time and when I did have the time I was too upset to write. And sorry this chapter isn't that long but I liked where I left it off.

Ginny Weasley cried out in pain, as she tried to wriggle her hands out of the firm ropes that were tied tightly around her wrists.

She fell silent, when she heard voices float from the front of the carriage that she seemed to be traveling in. She laid back down; just in case one of the people decided to peak back and check on her.

"Well, we have one." A male said lowly, as Ginny struggled to hear what the conversation consisted of.

"We still need to get the other one, if we don't, she'll ruin everything." A female voice this time drifted to Ginny's ears.

Silence came upon the carriage at the end of that statement. Ginny pondered whom they were talking about. She frustratingly wormed her way towards the voices, hoping that if they talked again she might be able to identify them.

"How much further? You said it wasn't far." The woman complained, letting off a high pitch whine that caused Ginny's head to hurt.

"I know what I said, and we haven't been traveling that long. You're just impatient." The man snapped irritated.

The voices were familiar but so far away in the back of Ginny's mind. She knew them from somewhere in the past. She just couldn't put her finger on it at the moment, making her frown.

"See I told you it wouldn't be long." The man gloated, and with a jerk of the reins forced the horses to come to an abrupt stop; resulting in Ginny flying into the side of the carriage and landing with a sickening thud.

She blinked her eyes to focus on her surroundings, only to find two black-cloaked figures in her perception.

"She's awake." The woman squealed, and jumped back as though Ginny held some type of disease and it was contagious. "Do something." She commanded, hurriedly hiding behind the larger form.

He picked up what Ginny recognized as a muggle hammer used to pound nails into wood. He raised it high above him, and before Ginny could comprehend what happened next. She felt as though she were falling into an inky blackness.

(Scene Change)

Draco paced frantically back and forth, before the wall right next to Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley. He stopped pacing suddenly to take a deep breath.

"It's around here somewhere, I know it is." He mumbled to himself, and began to concentrate on the wall. "Maybe I have to will it to come back here." After several moments of standing there looking like a fool; he kicked the wall angrily, causing some witches and wizards to stare at him strangely on their way into the wizarding bank.

"Do you have a staring problem?" He growled glaring at them. "If you have nothing to say, I suggest you move along before I hex you." He said, giving them a look that forced them to believe it, and they dispersed as quickly as possible.

He directed his attention back on the wall and closing his eyes, tried to remember what Ginny had said about Erratic Alley.

Several moments later, he felt like kicking himself for being so idiotic and angrily stomped to the nearest fireplace.

After completing the first step of getting inside the Alley, he began the slow tedious process of search for her.

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, that he gave up. He had been looking for her in this alley for the past 3 hours, and hadn't found a trace. He wasn't sure of anything right now. For all he knew, Ginny had wrote that note like that on purpose for a reason he could even think of; but if that were the case, why would she leave behind her wand?

He slowly came to a halt in the empty street when he heard a rustling sound behind him.

"I know you're there, you might as well show yourself." He said, to what appeared to be nothingness.

Pansy Parkinson slid out of her hiding place from around the corner. She kept her eyes on the ground so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"What do you what?" He asked, not even bothering to keep the dangerous tone from his voice. He wanted her to be scared, he wanted her to know he was more powerful then she was, and wasn't afraid of whatever she had up her sleeve.

"I've been following you." She squeaked stating the obvious.

Draco sent her a piercing glare. "I know you have distinctive steps. You've been following me for the last hour. Now what do you want?" He took a step toward, her causing her to back up.

"I just wanted to know what you were doing here all alone, without your new girlfriend." She sneered.

"I think you know exactly what's going on." He took another step toward her. "Where is she Pansy? Let's stop playing games. We're both grown adults; so tell me where Ginny is, and I won't have to kill you." His eyes narrowed into slits, making him look evil as the dimly lit alley way played mind tricks on her.

"What are you talking about?" She demanded, getting angry. "I have no idea where your thing is." She spat back.

Draco reached into his pocket and produced his wand, pointing it at her chest. "Oh really?" He didn't sound convinced. "Then why is it that when she gets back from the hospital, something which you put her in. Not long after, she suddenly turns up missing and here you are following me around."

It was Pansy's turn to take an uncertain step forward. "I wanted to talk to you." She cast her eyes down to her shoes looking ashamed. "I wanted to say I'm sorry, and that I was stupid for hurting her in the first place. If you really love her, then I shouldn't stand in the way of it. It was wrong of me and I wanted to apologize." Peeking her head up momentarily, she looked around. "I thought she would be here with you, so I could apologize to both of you."

Draco's wand didn't move, but inside he was having a mental battle. She really sounded sincere, but then again she was in Slytherin and very good at lying when the occasion called for it. "How do I know?" He questioned, not allowing himself even a split second to trust.

"I have no reason to kidnap her for one, because I have myself a new guy now. Of course he'll never replace what I lost." She glances at him sadly. "But he is a great guy and he loves me."

"And how do I know you're telling the truth? What's his name?"

"Marcus Flint." She blushed. "He came to me a couple of days ago with some flowers and Bertie Botts as presents. I told him he could take me out, and I discovered he was actually a nice guy; so that's why I was trying to find you and her to apologize." She said, refusing to say Ginny's name.

"I'm not sure I believe you, but I think I've wasted enough time chatting. I need to find her." Draco hesitantly placed his wand back inside his pocket, and turned his back on Pansy and began to walk in the opposite direction.

"Draco, wait you might need my help there's something I have to tell yo-" Her sentence was cut short by a muffled scream, but by the time Draco turned around she was gone.

(Scene Change)

Ginny sucked in a breath as she felt a heavy weight press down upon her. She wriggled out from beneath it and forced her eyes open.

"Ouch." She heard another familiar voice, but this one sounded too familiar and looking over. She saw she was sharing what looked like a cell, with none other than Pansy Parkinson.

"What are you doing in here?" Ginny questioned angrily, pulling herself to her feet. Not only was she kidnapped and trapped, but also she had to be stuck with Pansy of all the people in the world.

"Where am I?" Pansy asked in return, rubbing the back of her sore head. "What's going on?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Like I know those answers." She replied sardonically.

Pansy got up and began to pace and search the cell looking for any way out, after finding none; she took a seat next to Ginny glaring at her as though this were all her fault.

"What?" She asked, feeling Pansy's stare; it only made her feel angrier. The cell was damp and cold so Ginny pulled her legs up to her chest, and rested her head on them trying to conserve all the heat she could.

"What's going on? You've been here longer, so you've obviously talked to the captors." Pansy continued to eye her, waiting for an answer.

"No I haven't. It's more like I overhead them talking, and got hit on the head with a hammer." Remembering the painful experience she put her hand up to the wound and found a clump of dried blood.

Pansy scooted closer to get warm. "Do you recall what they sounded like? Do we know them?"

Ginny paused, and stared at the cell walls; as she tried to bring back the voices that she heard only hours ago. "They sounded familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it."

Pansy growled in frustration. "Great, not only are we stuck but we don't know who's got us or why."

"It's not my fault that I can't recall every voice that sounds familiar, they did have black robes covering their faces and they didn't talk that much." Ginny, getting angry and defensive, jumped to her feet.

"I never said it was your fault, but if we have to place the blame on someone it might as well be you." Pansy said, getting to her feet as well and checking to see if she had her wand. Of course she was only using hopeful thinking when her hand came out of the pocket empty.

Ginny pointed at Pansy furiously. "Don't you even. The only reason I'm even in this mess, is because you put that stupid curse on Draco. I have no idea why you dragged me into this."

"I chose you, because I didn't think he could ever get a Weasley to like him. I guess Draco does get whatever Draco wants." Pansy relied bitterly.

"Don't tell me you are going to fight all day." Another female voice whined, coming from the door.

Ginny and Pansy both turned and glared.

"Who are you?" Ginny demanded, getting sick of playing around.

Pansy blinked and stared at the woman through the black cloak. "I know that voice." She said, backing up against the stonewall.

"I would think you would know me." The female said dangerously, and reaching up she removed the hood of the cloak; causing Pansy only to get angrier and Ginny to stare in astonishment.