I'm drowning
The thick murky water soaks his once radiant blond hair as he's plunged under. He can't breathe. He hasps and there's air in his lungs again. He must have surfaced, he muses. Then he's suffocating again. He reaches for his wand where it's usually placed in his Muggle jean pocket. He can't move either apparently.
Maybe this is how I die. Not that anyone would miss me. He thinks just as water is splashed over his face.
Right. He can't be drowning. For that he needed to be in water. He was on some sidewalk in a city whose name he couldn't be bothered to remember. Damn muggles and their fancy names. He grimaces as he shakes off the muddy water off of his clothes, like a dog after a wash and glares at the fading red light which woke him up from his dream, well, nightmare.
It's refreshing, he supposes, to have new nightmares, his brain so creatively imagines for his suffering. Better than Fiend fire and Voldemort dreams. Maybe this one will stay long enough to terrorize him.
A paper flies about in the windy city and he stares at it for a while before getting up and picking it up from where it settled. Maybe it had some free coupons for food, he was ravenous. He hadn't had a decent meal since his Eight year at Hogwarts. What he would give for some treacle tart, not that he had anything left to give.
It was blank. He sighed and went to dispose of it in a recycle bin, when his eye caught an insignia at the corner. Ministry documents, he thought grimly. He suppressed a shudder when he thought of what the Ministry might do to him if they suspected him of stealing.
He reaches for his wand and touches its end to the parchment and ink spread out from it. Even if he didn't have any magic left in him, atleast his wand did.
It seemed to be some page out of an auror report. Great, aurors. Can't get enough of them. After seizing the Manor and freezing all of his assets after his release, thy refused to give it back till he showed signs of being able to live in a world of Muggles and wizards alike. Funny how that works. Wizards hate him and Muggles care for nothing more than their money, which he had none of.
He folded up the document and put it into his now almost dry clothes. Good thing about the wind. It might have brought with it a biting cold which almost brought him close to death but atleast he won't stay wet long enough to form a coat of ice on his pale skin.
Back to the homeless shelter, he thinks and trudges back to the lower quarters. Nobody talked to him and he was rarely given any food but it was warm at the least. Hopefully they'd let him back in after he stole some scraps from the kitchen. Unlikely.
He pushed open the heavy door and made his was into the worn down building, closer to the heating vents.
"Hey, blondie," a heavyset man with a long beard growled "didn't we say you couldn't come back? You're not welcome here."
Draco opened his mouth to speak when he felt his air pushed out of his lungs as a fist made contact with it.
"Get out and stay there, filthy thieving…" and the door shut on him.
Should've seen that coming, he thought as he walked into the nearby alleyway and slid to the ground against a wall. He wanted to scream but he knew better than to draw attention to himself. He aches from the last time he made that mistake.
A movement caught his attention and a brick wall morphed into a door and out came a group of people, giggling and smelling strongly of Firewhiskey. He kept his head down and held his knees close to his chest. He silently prayed they would leave before they noticed him there.
No such luck it seemed, because one of them, strayed from the pack and ventured his way. He sighed and prepared for an onslaught curses and jinxes.
"You a wizard?" the man asked. Wow, he must be dumber than Draco expected. "If not, I'm going to have to ask you to hand over that wand in your pocket." An auror, then. Even better.
Draco nods and the man kneels over and eyes him once as he returns the favour. There's something about him that Draco just can't put his finger on. Great arse though.
"Then what are you doing here of all places?" Draco wonders why this man even cares, and he chances a look into his eyes. Ah, there's no mistaking it. It's the Boy Wonder himself. He can't believe his bad luck. Of all the jerks in the world to find him in this sorry state why did it have to be this one?
"Not gonna talk, huh?" Draco was tired of this. Maybe he should just turn over his wand and try to pass off as a unknowing Muggle. "Get up. Let's go somewhere" To the Ministry, then. Draco put his hands up, as if surrendering and Potter backed to give him some space. Draco knees him in groin on the way up and runs away and promptly trips and falls over.
Jelly Legs Curse. Dammit. "Slippery fellow, aren't you?" Potter stands over him and holds his wand against him neck. "Don't be afraid, I'm just trying to help." Draco remains silent and feels the familiar sensation of apparition. He kind of missed that slightly nauseous feeling it gave him.
He took in his new surroundings and immediately ruled out the Miinistry. It didn't have any offices or desks or elevators. In fact, it was furnished similar to… his eyes shot to Potter who was watching him with an unreadable expression. Did Potter expect him to whore himself out or something? The money could help
Draco made his way toward him, swaying his hips slightly and ran a finger down Potter's chest, before it was stopped in its tracks by a gloved hand. He looked up to see a flustered red-faced Potter struggling to get his words out.
"I.. I didn't mean, I was just meant to… you were just. And then I thought and you…" Draco pushed a finger against his lips and he stopped. "I just meant. You could freshen up and then maybe you could tell me a little about yourself. I didn't expect you to.." he trailed off.
Draco raised an eyebrow and Potter flushed again. "Bathroom is down the hall to the left" he said shortly before turning sharply and moving mechanically to the kitchen. Odd. Atleast Draco didn't need to be fucked. That would have been another terrible experience and he didn't think he would have been able to pull it off with the Saviour.
A/N: This is my first hp fanfic and I don't know if I want to make it a drarry or do something else with it. Leave a review if you want me to continue