Chapter 1- Banished and Stranded

"LUCIUS, NO!!" Narcissa Malfoy screamed from across the room, as her husband violently pulled their only son out of the great Malfoy Mansion, under the hard rain and lightening.

"YOU ARE AN EMBARASSMENT TO THIS FAMILY," Lucius yelled, as he watched his son on his knees, begging for his forgiveness. Seeing Draco the way he was gave Lucius a high feeling of superiority though it would not quench his rage towards his only son.

"Father, please you must listen-" Draco begged while kneeling down on the rough surface of the driveway.

"NO, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FOOLISHNESS DRACO," Lucius violently interrupted, "YOU ARE AN EMBARASSMENT TO ME AND TO THIS FAMILY. I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU HERE EVER AGAIN."

With that said Lucius turned his back and dragged his weeping wife off of the floor and back into the manor. At that very moment, Draco was homeless. He thrown out of the very place where he once felt safe, superior to the outside world, now he has become part of the world he has always looked at as inferior to himself. As he slowly got up, he could hear the devastated screams of his mother. She called out to him but every time she did, Lucius would hit her. Draco ran to the nearest French window and saw the horrid scene taking place.

Lucius had corned Narcissa and continuously kept hitting her. Draco began to punch the glass of the window hoping to break it, to get to his mother's aid, but the pane of glass was bewitched to be soundproof and shatterproof. When banging on the window proved to be useless, Draco ran to the door and took out his wand. Just as he was about to recite a spell, he heard his mother yelling for him to stop.

"DRACO, NO," Narcissa yelled, "DON'T DO IT!! JUST LEAVE, RUN!!"

Draco stood frozen facing towards the door. Once he was brought back to the center of reality, Draco's legs began to work. Next thing Draco knew he was running away from the place he had once considered a home. Not knowing where to go, Draco continued to run until his legs collapsed, falling down on the rigid pavement.

Without a minute lost, a double Decker bus came into view. Next thing Draco knew, a scrawny man had just introduced him as Stan Shunpike of the Knight Bus.

"What whereabouts are you headed to mate?" Stan asked, as he stood next to the driver.

"The Leaky Cauldron."

"You heard that Ern?" Stan asked, turning to the driver, "the Leaky Cauldron that's in London."

The bus zoomed in between muggle cars and other types of muggle transportation as Draco held on for dear life. They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron in less time than Draco had expected.

As Draco entered the pub, the employees were just getting ready to close up.

"Sorry, the bars closed."

"No, I'm here for a room," Draco retorted furiously. He walked up to the reception area and booked a room for himself using the galleons that he had left. Draco purchased a few things to eat before he headed for his room.

For once Draco had nothing to complain about how filthy the room is because it was just at that moment when he realized that he had taken advantage of the things that he had.

"Look at the shithole you got yourself into," Draco blamed himself as he examined every inch of the room. He dusted off the bed, before he laid himself on it. He ate the Danish pastries he purchased downstairs before he allowed himself to sleep.

----------DREAM----------

Streaks of beautiful brown hair flew in front of Draco, allowing him to smell the most calming and enticing scent he has ever smelled. A soft voice hung into the air, calling out for Draco. The warmth of a beautiful girl lay upon Draco's bare chest, as he allowed the softness of her lips to lay upon his. The kiss made Draco wild inside. He managed to prevent it from showing. He ran his fingers through her soft hair as her hands made their way down from his chest. All of a sudden, she broke apart from him. The faultless sunlight shadowed the very image of the girl and just as her face came into perfect view…

----------END OF DREAM----------

"Damn it," Draco whispered as he was awoken by the passing train, "Just too damn perfect."

Draco stood up and cleaned up to start the day. After he was done changing, someone began to knock at the door. Draco slowly made his way to the door, thinking of who could possibly be knocking at his door. He placed his hand on the knob and slowly began to turn it. After he opened it he saw his extremely abused mother.

"Mother?" Draco relieved his mother of the things she carried along with her, and placed them at the nearest table, "how did you know I was here?"

"A mother's instinct," Narcissa replied, sitting down on the unkempt bed.

"Mother, what the hell did he do to you?" Draco said. He brought his hands up to his mother's face examining the big pruple bruises on different multiple parts of his mother's face and arms.

"You don't need to worry, Draco."

"HOW CAN I NOT?! LOOK AT WHAT HE'S DONE TO YOU!!"

"Draco, please calm down I don't have enough time," Narcissa said, calming her son down, "What I've brought to you are your school things and enough food for you to last till the beginning of the school year. Your father he-"

"Has officially banned me out of the Manor," Draco interrupted finishing off his mother's sentence.

"Darling, don't worry I'm doing my best to ask him to reconsider."

"No, don't do that," Draco paused, "I think that it's about time I left the nest anyways."

After a few minutes of talking, Narcissa left her in the Leaky Cauldron and returned to her husband, who was asleep at the Malfoy Manor.

As for Draco, he took a stroll outside of the Leaky Cauldron then around the block, hoping to pass the time. He constantly kept going over what he had dreamt the night before. The warmth of the beautiful girl laying on top of him still lingered in his now clothed chest. He can still imagine the softness of her lips pressed against hers. At that moment, Draco yearned for her company, whoever she is, he longed to find her.

"Draco?" A voice called from behind him.

Draco turned to face the person who had called his name. before he could get a better view, the person who had called him ran to him and wrapped their arms around him.

"Pansy?"

"Hello, Draco," Pansy Parkinson greeted him, "What are you doing all the way out here in icky London?"

"It's long story," Draco replied, avoiding eye contact, but at the same time returning the kind gesture.

"What are you doing out here c'mon let's get you inside," Pansy said, leading Draco back to the Leaky Cauldron, "Let's go in here."

From there, they went up to Draco's room and that's when all control was finally lost.

As they closed the door behind them, Pansy pinned Draco against the wall and began to unbutton his white long sleeved polo, while Draco dug under Pansy skirt, held onto her thighs and lifted her. He carried her to his bed and laid on top of her while she now began to unzip his jeans. Their lips connected and they were pulled into a very hot kiss. From that point on any form of clothing was lost; they were soon bare under the covers, wrapped in each others touch.

"I couldn't wait until we could do this again," Draco whispered, as Pansy guided him inside of her.

"Well, now we got what we both want," Pansy replied, as Draco began to thrust himself inside of her. Pansy groaned at the new sensation crawling up her spine, which pleased Draco, motivating him to exert more energy. Pansy groan grew louder as the Draco thrusted harder; soon he was at full force.

Draco fell beside Pansy as he used the last of his energy.

"That was even more perfect than our previous ones," Pansy sighed, as she began to feel sore.

"Yeah."

Draco relaxed his nerves as Pansy climbed on top of him. He held onto her female curves as she positioned herself on top of him, and began to guide him back into her.

"Oh yes."