Lost and Found

Draco was an incredibly fast runner. Hermione and Luna lagged behind, watching him weave through traffic and crowds, sometimes crashing into the random person when they were in his way.

"Hey!" a man shouted when Draco threw himself into him. "What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?!"

Draco didn't answer though, he continued on his way.

"We're sorry!" Hermione said as they passed the man.

"Hey, you're Two Girls and a Camera!" he exclaimed. "Wait, where are you going? Can't I have your autographs?"

"Message us your address," Luna called back to him. "We'll send you them!"

Draco ran into a shopping centre. Luna tossed the gun she had gotten from the kidnapper into the rubbish bin as the women slipped into the doors of the building.

They paused once inside. Hermione frantically darted her eyes around, searching for Draco.

"There!" Luna pointed him out. He was disappearing into a clothing department. They hastily made their way through the shoppers, it wasn't easy, as it was a busy time of day for business.

"Do you see them?" Hermione asked, peering out of the store and looking off at the entrance of the shopping centre.

"No," Luna announced after a look. "Maybe they didn't see us come in."

Hermione heaved out a relieved sigh, and they went off to search for Draco. Luna draped a pile of clothing on her arm as she searched.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"His current clothes are going to give him away. We need to get him out of that bright, noticeable colour." She snatched a pair of sunglasses and slipped them on, then she quickly chose a hat for herself.

As Luna paid for her pile of goods, Hermione wandered into the back of the store where the bathroom was. She rapped on the door. "Draco?" she softly called out. "Are you in here?"

Hermione turned the knob when there was no answer. She stuck her head inside, looking around. "Draco?"

Luna approached her, unloading a few bags off on Hermione. "Let's change. They'll be looking for us too. I got us all sunglasses." She took out an oversized pink pair, showing them to Hermione.

Luna had a serious love for sunglasses. Hermione usually didn't care for them, but she did agree that these goofy things would make a great disguise.

"This is a nice choice," Hermione complimented on the pale yellow tunic that Luna had gotten her. Strawberry prints were dotted all over it. Luna had picked an identical one for herself, except hers was a pale green.

Luna struck a pose, looking silly with her hat and sunglasses. "I have an amazing fashion sense."

"Now, we just have to find Draco so he can change too."

Luna walked over to a closet and pulled the door open, revealing a shaking Draco. He had a mop in his hands, ready to fight.

"How'd you know he was in here?" Hermione asked Luna in disbelief.

"Where else would he be? We searched the shop." Luna returned indifferently. She took the mop from Draco and handed him a bag. "Here you go, Draco. Put these on."

"Are they gone?" Draco whispered frightfully, looking around.

"They haven't found us yet," Hermione informed him.

"Put on your disguise, and then we can walk out of here unnoticed," Luna instructed, absentminded. She was typing on her phone.

Hermione shut the closet door, allowing Draco some privacy. She looked over Luna's shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Making a post about this, of course." Luna grinned. Luna then turned on her camera. "We're in a bathroom at one of the malls," she announced, filming it, making sure not to reveal Hermione. "We are being chased down by Draco's kidnappers, we'll update soon."

"Think they'll actually believe all this?" Hermione asked, biting her lip as Luna uploaded the video.

Luna shrugged. "Either way, it's a great story. They'll enjoy it."

"Book us a hotel," Hermione said after a moment. "An expensive one."

Luna paused her tapping fingers. Hermione couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses, but Hermione knew that she had shocked her friend. Hermione wasn't a big spender—that was Luna's thing.

"Those expensive ones will have better security," Hermione explained. "Be harder for a pile of armed men to just walk up on us shoving guns in our faces." She shuddered at the memory of that woman pointing the gun at her.

Luna hummed out. "Brilliant."

The closet door opened up, and Draco emerged. Hermione had to stop herself from laughing. He looked like he had stepped right out of a rap video. He wore black, baggy pants and a black t-shirt with an oversized white button down shirt.

Draco looked at his reflection in horror. "This… is…" He didn't know what to say about it.

Luna placed a grey ball cap onto his head, making sure that it sat backwards. "It's perfect!" she said proudly.

Draco slid on the purple sunglasses that Luna had bought for him. He stared at himself in the mirror. "This could work," he admitted. "I don't look anything like myself."

Luna gently tapped his arm. "You'll soon learn to trust my instinct."

Hermione neatly tucked their discarded clothing in the empty shopping bags, making good use of them. "Let's go grab that hotel."

She decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to stop at a cashpoint to draw out some cash before they left.

"I'm not getting into a taxi," Draco firmly rejected the thought when Hermione made to hail for one. "That didn't end well for me the last time."

"We'll take a bus then," Hermione offered.

?/?/?/?

"They don't believe us," Luna giggled, speaking about their channel's fans. The trio were settled in the hotel room. Draco was on the sofa, cat-napping.

Hermione shrugged. "Didn't expect them to."

"They want to see more of Draco though. He's become a celebrity overnight."

"Probably best if we all lay low for a while," Hermione suggested. "Those armed people could use our channel as a way to hunt us."

Luna raided the fridge, needing a snack. "I could still film and set the publish date for a later time."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

Hermione read over the brochure. Along with a pool, the hotel was equipped with a gym and a spa, but she was mostly interested in the jet tub. For £700 a night, she was definitely going to get her money's worth.

She set herself up with a bubble bath and sunk into the vibrating water with a glass of wine in her hand. Hermione contemplated the cost of one of these tubs, finding it incredibly comfortable.

When her fingers began to wrinkle, Hermione decided it was time to get out, but she promised herself that she and that tub were going to have another date.

Draco was tiredly watching the news, sipping on a beer. Luna was on her phone, doing whatever Luna did— she was constantly on that thing, making connections with people. Hermione wasn't going to lie, without Luna their channel wouldn't exist. Hermione had never met a person who was better at marketing.

"Enjoy your bath?" Luna asked, staring at the screen, tapping away.

"Oh, it was fabulous," Hermione breathed out wistfully. "We ought to get one."

"Cheaper to just come here for the night."

"You're on the telly," Draco spoke up sleepily. His eyes were hardly open.

They all watched the news segment together. Video footage of the trio in the mall was playing on the telly as their story got sensationalized.

"One of the women, known as 'Looms' uploaded a small clip claiming that they were being chased by kidnappers," the news anchor gently laughed, finding the story absurd.

"I actually follow the Two Girls and a Camera channel," another news anchor said.

The first news anchor raised her eyebrows. "Do you?"

"They're pretty fun to watch," the second one defended his entertainment choice.

"Well, there you have it: it's fun to watch. It's all a hoax, people."

Draco scoffed, turning off the telly. "Shows what they know."

"Anyone hungry?" Luna asked, finally setting her phone down. She plugged it into the wall to charge.

Hermione set a hand to her stomach. It began growling immediately at the mention of food. "Starved."

"Nope," Draco answered, lost in his thoughts. He took a sip of his beer.

"Order him a burger," Hermione instructed Luna. "He only ate half a piece of toast for breakfast. Maybe he'll change his mind when he smells the food."

"Do you remember anything about the woman?" Hermione asked Draco as Luna called in for their meal.

Draco drummed his fingers against the glass bottle in his hand. His ball cap sat in his lap. He closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the woman with the gun, trying desperately to remember anything about her. He shook his head. "Just that she threatened to splatter my blood in the back seat of the taxi."

Hermione grimaced. "That's… terrifying."

"One of those men called her Bella," Luna supplied, finished with her phone call.

"Bella," Draco said under his breath. He narrowed his eyes. Something about that name was on the tip of his mind. "Bella…"

"Draco Malfoy," the woman said, reading from a folder, ignoring Draco's pleas to let him go.

He shook his hands, unable to move them. They were handcuffed to the arms of a very uncomfortable chair.

"Please! Let me go!"

"Finished school before you even turned fifteen," the woman said, clicking her tongue, impressed. "You're one of those child geniuses. How sweet."

Draco's lips quivered. "What do you want?"

She dropped her eyes down to the folder, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Got your PhD at nineteen. And then… you went onto teaching." She sent him a look of disapproval. "What a waste of intellect…"

Draco looked away, shaking in his seat. "Please, just let me go," he wailed, desperate.

The woman stood up, rummaging through a bag. "Now that your mind has fully developed, I'm curious what else it's capable of." She held up a needle, and Draco watched in horror as she circled around the table and stopped behind him.

"Wouldn't you be curious how far we can take your mind?"

"No! I'm-I'm p-perfectly happy w-with who I am!" Draco said, stuttering his words.

"Well, I'm not. Tilt your head to the side for Mummy Bella…"

Draco uprooted from the sofa, heaving out massive-sized breaths of air. He stumbled into the bathroom and hurled himself over the sink, throwing up into it.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Draco broke out into sobs, unable to speak.

"He remembers something…" Luna said as they watched him hurl up his guts for a second time.

Hermione fetched him a glass of water, putting a little honey into it to coat his throat. "Here, sip on this," she said softly, eyeing him over carefully. Whatever he had experienced had to have been awfully terrible.

"Are you going to tell us what happened?" Hermione asked when he stepped away from the sink minutes later.

"She wanted me for…" He closed his eyes, thinking. "I think she was working on some experiment involving the mind." Draco shuddered. "And her intentions were to use me as a lab rat."

Now Hermione felt like throwing up. "That's disturbing."

Draco sucked in a trembling breath. "Yeah," he agreed weakly. "Completely." He set a hand to his neck where Bella had jabbed the needle into him at.

There was a knock on the hotel door and Draco jumped, losing his balance. He crashed into the tub, shaking. His eyes were wide with fear. He didn't even bother standing back up.

"It's just our food," Luna assured him with a smile. She and Hermione went to retrieve it.

A man stood in the hallway behind the serving cart, and Hermione lifted her eyebrows at the sight of him. He was out of place with his bright blue sweatpants and white t-shirt.

"Glitch in the Matrix," Luna whispered, astounded.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Obviously, he's from the same—" She cut herself off immediately. She went to slam the door shut, but Luna stopped her.

"Come in," Luna invited the man in. "We are starved."

Hermione tossed her friend a glare. Luna sometimes annoyed her with her over friendliness. She practically trusted everyone.

"You have been missing like Draco, haven't you?"

Hermione racked her brain, having difficulties remembering the past videos she and Luna had published. They did a video nearly every day, it was hard to remember every detail of each one in the past fifteen months.

The man didn't care to answer Luna's question. "Can I see him?"

"Who?" Hermione asked, not at all sure if she could trust him.

"Draco. I saw him with you in the streets. You went to that shopping centre. I followed you here."

"And just who are you?" Hermione wondered stiffly. She cautiously eyed him over, but he didn't look to be carrying a weapon— not that he couldn't be dangerous.

"Blaise Zabini," Luna announced lightly, smiling.

"Bl-Blaise?" Draco pulled himself up from the tub, hearing the name being said. The image of a dark man entered his mind.

Blaise tossed his stress ball above him, catching it. "Are you married?"

Draco tucked his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling. "Nope."

"Why not? Seems strange for a smart, sexy man like yourself not to have a donna."

"Trust issues," Draco informed. "Orphans tend to have that quality about them." Draco turned on his side, looking across the way where Blaise lay in his bed, repeatedly tossing the stress ball above his head and catching it. "What about you?"

Blaise caught the ball and squeezed it tightly in his hand. His eyes glossed over and his arm began to shake from the tension. "They killed her."

"The Death Eaters?" Draco didn't expect any different. His life has been threatened plenty of times. He was surprised he was still alive.

"No," Blaise muttered with a foul look on his face. The fingers on the hand that was squeezing the stress ball turned white.

"Who?" Draco wondered curiously.

Blaise sat to the edge of the bed. He looked upward, toward the murmur of voices on the level above them. He pointed above his head with his free hand. "Them."