The Best Thing I Never Had

Then Again, She is Hermione Granger

I know you want me back,

It's time to face the facts

That I'm the one that's got away

Draco froze on the spot for two minutes. He was barely able to control his anger. He'd just witnessed the Weasel shout at Hermione, hurt her, kiss her and kidnap her. When he heard Hermione's hand connect with Ron's face, he felt his own face tingle along with a surge of pride for his girlfriend.

Panicking won't help now, he said to himself. Trying not to crush the phone, he called Harry. Probably the worst two seconds of his life was waiting for him to answer it.

"What is it?" Harry asked as he picked up.

"Ron kidnapped Hermione," he said through gritted teeth. "I need you to get in touch with the Department of Magical Transportation. Ask them for records of anyone who Apparated in the last three minutes."

"Sure thing," he replied. "I'll get in touch with a few Aurors as well."

"Thanks, I'll be over soon," Draco said. "I'll see you at the Apparition Office." He snapped his phone shut and stepped inside his Mercedes, driving to the employee entrance of the Ministry of Magic as fast as he could.

His shoes clicked feverishly as he strode through the marble floors of the Ministry. Everybody moved out of the way as they knew he was in a hurry, and no one dared cross Draco Malfoy especially when he's agitated. They did not want to suffer the consequences if they caused any delay.

"Finally, you're here," Harry said tonelessly as Draco walked into the room. " We found them. Ron's taken her to some rundown Muggle apartment.

"Got an Auror team assembled yet?" Draco asked.

"Yep. Let's go."

"Ron, you're being stupid."

"No, you are," Ron muttered, tightening the ropes that bound Hermione to a chair. He had a crazed look in his eyes that freaked Hermione out a little. She wasn't completely scared, however, because he forgot to take her wand. The uncomfortable stick pressing against her body still gave her hope. "How could you fall in love with that ferret? He's a Malfoy, and he used to call you a ... you-know-what!"

"Well, first of all Ron, people change," Hermione said with the air of teaching arithmetic to a 5-year-old. "And it's not my fault that you can't help but look at every girl like a trophy. Now, can you please let me go?"

"Not until you tell me that you love me," Ron challenged.

"Then I guess I'm staying here for a long, long, long time," Hermione taunted. Ron slapped her again.

"Please, Hermione, snap out of it!" Ron pleaded. He sounded soft and sweet, but there was something in his eyes that threw it all off. Suddenly, the door, blasted open.

"No, Weasley," Draco spat menacingly. "You snap out of it." Hermione just about swooned. If Draco had been wearing a knight's armor, she swears she could have died of a heart attack. Seeing him in just his cloak and office wear with a scowl on his face made her swoon all the same.

Ron went back into his crazed mode and shot a spell at Draco. With a flick of his wand, he shot back a countercurse. Hermione regained her composure and tried to wiggle out of the bonds.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron spat.

"Getting my girlfriend, what does it look like?" Draco replied, flicking his wand lazily to deflect another spell.

Hermione could feel her wand between the side of her body and her right arm. Her hands were tied behind her back, but several of her fingers were free. She considered not being able to cut her long fingernails today a blessing.