A/N: Edited 7/10/2013

Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, Creature, Crossover, AU, Mid-War, Spoilers.

Summary: I left everything behind when I decided to move to forks in hopes of keeping me and mother safe from the Dark lord, but instead of one unexpected tag along, there is two. I never thought having Veela blood would make my life so complicated.

Great Escape

Chapter one

"Draco, you cannot be serious!" Pansy yelled some-what over dramatically in my ear.

I scowled at her and shuffled away. "I am serious Pans. I can't do this anymore." I tried pleading with her, but she wasn't really listening to me. She was in Everyone-is-Against-Me mode. There was no reasoning at this point, I knew, but it couldn't hurt to try right?

"We are in the middle of a war! How can you just up and leave like this! More importantly, how could you leave me!?" Her voice was getting to screeching quality, and tears were squeezed out of her eyes.

I couldn't believe she was trying to pull one over me, but indulged to get it out of her system, as I know she would have done for me. Our friendship knows no bounds.

I resist rolling my eyes and instead let a tired sigh escape pass my lips, "I'm sorry, but I can't let him do this to my mother or me. We have to leave. It's now or never." She wasn't the only one who loved to be dramatic. It gets the point across.

She let out a loud sob muffled by her hands over her mouth, "I don't want you to leave, Draco. How the hell am I supposed to contact you in America? What if something happens and we need you to come back?" She asked, rubbing frantically at her eyes now.

I frowned, "Why would you need me to come back?" Pansy is a smart enough girl to realize there would be no 'coming to the rescue!' on my bloody watch, so what was she playing at?

She shrugged her shoulders, "You-Know-Who will not be happy, Draco. Are you sure he will not be able to find you?" She asked. Notice how her face shows no hint of tears, or the distress for the matter, the bitch. Pansy was digging, and since I didn't feel like being a bitch today, I am going to be nice and let her.

I looked away, "I would like to think so, but I can never be so sure when it comes to the Dark Lord." I hadn't meant to say that, but it was out there now. I can't really picture many places being completely safe from the Dark Lord at this point. Let's hope I am proven wrong…and soon.

Pansy made an irritated noise at the back of her throat. "You are only going to protect your mother and yourself, right?" She asked me, with accusing eyes.

My head snapped in here direction, and of lookie, my scowl was back. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snarled. No need to beat around the bush, were all friends.

My reaction must have given me away, when a sympathetic, yet knowing look flashed in her eyes, before becoming blank as a white wall.

"It's alright if you're not over it Draco. What he did to you was unacceptable." She said gently, steeping forward to put a cautious hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged her off, and walked closer to my packed items on my bed, "This has nothing to do with that." I lied, albeit not very good, but I wasn't expecting to talk about him.

A skeptical dark eyebrow was raised, "Really? Then why do I have a feeling that this has everything to do with what happen that night?" She crosses her arms over her chest and gives me a look.

I shrugged and began to too shrink my bags to pocket size, "You're wrong." I said with little conviction even to my ears.

"You don't have to lie about it. What Blaise did to you was wrong, but you didn't deny him either." She said, sitting on my bed with an annoyed huff.

I glared at her, "Weren't you just crying a few minutes ago?" I asked, and obvious topic change.

She waved me off with a slender hand, "I thought if I cried, you would stay longer, but I see it didn't do much good."

I snorted, "Sorry to disappoint, but I have no intentions in staying here any longer than necessary. Next week is when it all is supped to go down, and I refuse to subject mother to that. And you know you're fake tears never worked on me." I said and my voice came out a bit odd. I can say for sure that the news of the 'big event' happening next was stumbled on by pure accident. I had been in my father's study, heard voices, ducked into a secret alcove and was made privy to it, a few weeks ago. I had been packing and planning since then with mother.

Pansy's lips curled up as if she smelled something foul, "Fine"

I pocketed my bags and looked down at my muggle clothes with mild dislike. They really weren't as bad as my father made it seem. Sure, they weren't as comfortable or stylish as my silk robes, but they had their own appeal; light blue colored jeans that the muggles called skinny, with a black silver studded belt and plain white vans took up my lower region. While a silky silver V neck and a form fitting white vest was over it, I had two sliver chains around my neck and three piercings in each ear.

I made a show of turning around, and raised a questioning eyebrow at Pansy. "How do I look?" I asked. I knew I looked good, but it was always a bonus to hear someone else say so too.

She grinned and let out a small whistle, "Well, it's a good thing your father isn't coming with you or he would have had a heart attack if he saw the way his precious heir was dressed now." She said with a small chuckle.

I let a small knowing smile grace my lips, "My father isn't aware of anything."

Pansy froze, deep chocolate eyes going wide, "What!" She snapped, standing up from my bed.

I winced at the high pitch noise and glared at her, "Did you actually think my father would let me escape to America so mother and I could avoid the 'special event' the Dark Lord had planned for us?" I asked her, moving to shrink the boxes that contained books and a two year supply of potions.

She sat back down with her red lips turned down in a frown, "He wasn't informed about next week, at all?" She asked, almost hopeful.

I gave her a annoyed look. "Of course, not! The Dark Lord is no full, Pansy. He knew my father would have likely whisked us away upon hearing of the event." I said, also pocketing the shrunken boxes to keep my hands busy. My voiced wavered a bit at the end, for I wasn't completely sure…

A small sigh of relief left her lips, and at my odd look, she explained, "I thought he was aware and still went along with you-know-who." She said, standing up to follow me out my room.

I looked outside and saw that it was dark out. "You should be going back to your safe house Pansy. It's almost time for mother and me to depart."

Pansy also looked out of the window, a sad look in her eyes. "I really don't want you to go Draco. I mean, what are you going to do without me, your beautifully, talented friend by your side?" She said dramatically, pulling me into a bear hug.

I rolled my eyes, "Honestly Pansy, if you really want to come with me that bad, all you had to do was ask, and not put on a bad play to get your way." I said with mild annoyance, pulling away from the embrace to give her an amused look.

She blinked at me for a moment, and the next thing I knew I was being dragged down the stair where mother was waiting at with an over excited best friend, "Well, since you asked so nicely, I would gladly tag along to this place that is named after silverware, I mean honestly who name a town after something you eat. Forks, what a horrible name, maybe we can somehow get it changed to Pansy the Queen or something more interesting. Oh, and know need to worry about my things, I packed before I came here in case you asked me to come, and my parents already agreed to it, seeing as it's much better than our safe house in France. And also…." She continued to ramble on, as I gazed at her in mock shock.

She had every intention of coming with me to the very beginning, and I can't help but be a little glad.

I shook my head in silent amusement as we reached the entry way of the manor, were my mother was waiting for us. She smiled knowingly when she saw Pansy drag me over too her, "Pansy dear, do you plan on tagging along with us?" She asked politely, though her expression told that she expected the brunette girl to say 'yes'.

Pansy smiled, "Yes Lady Malfoy, I do hope that there is room for another." She said, all polite and gracious.

Mother nodded, her smile widening, "Yes, the house that I had bought is a four bedroom, plenty of room for another, and I bought an extra plane ticket just in case, nothing to worry about, my dear."

I looked from my smiling mother to, my grinning best friend, wondering what just happened. Then noticed that Pansy was wearing a purple rob, and made a tsking sound, "How do you plan on going to a muggle transport place when you are wearing robes Pans?" I asked amusement in my voice.

Pansy wasn't detoured and took off her robes to reveal, a dark jean skirt and a plain red tan top, with a matching jean jacket to her skirt. There was a black choker on her pale neck and small silver chained cross around her neck.

She grinned at my shock expression, "I came prepared for anything Drake-poo." She cued with a fake sweet voice, and proceeded to shrink and her robe and places it in a small purse, and looked over at my mother with a smile, "Ready when you are Lady Malfoy."

My mother nodded and walked out, her muggle dress shifting delicately at the action, and ushered us to follow her to a plain black car parked outside.

Before I decided to go through with this escape plan, I looked up and studied muggle living so I wouldn't make a fool of myself when I was to go through with the plan. I was glad I did so.

The drive to the airport was uneventful except for the small talk me and Pansy shared together, it was boring and I ended up dozing off a bit.

We arrived just when our plane was boarding, and after convincing Pansy that the plane was safe and that it wasn't going to crash with the help of my mother, we boarded it.

The flight was an interesting experience. It wasn't as fun and thrilling as a broom, but it wasn't all that boring either. For instance you could read, sleep, and eat on the plane. And also watch that weird box that the muggles called television, and it was fun trying to convince Pansy that there were not actual people in it.

After reading four of my potion books and two about male Veela I became bored again and decided to take a nap, and I must have been tired, because that one hour nap, turned into a eight hour one, and the next thing I knew I was being shaken a wake by a very frighten Pansy.

"Draco, get up! I can't believe you said this was safe! Look out the window, the plane is damaged in were going to DIE! GET UP!" She screamed frantically, causing a stir with the other occupants who began to look out the window in panic.

I smacked her hands away in annoyance, and glared sleepily at the panicked brunette, "Pansy, were not about to die, you oblivious idiot, were just landing." I said, having also read up on planes and how they worked to make sure that they were safe for travel.

She paused in her panic to blink stupidly at me. One of the flight attendances came over to calm down the people in first class, and another came over and instructed in a cold polite tone for Pansy to stop causing a scene and to sit down and buckle up. She did so quietly, with an embarrassed flush across her pale skin.

I let out an amused chuckle, "I wouldn't have gotten on this metal contraction if I wasn't sure that it would get us to our destination safely, Pans." I said, looking over were my mother shared a seat with another passenger, we shared an amused look.

She mumbled something under her breath, and I leaned in to hear her clearer, "What was that?" I asked.

She glared up at me, were she had sunken down in her seat, "I said, you could have warned me beforehand you brat." She hissed angrily at me.

I felt a bit guilty, and gave her a halfhearted apologetic look, "Sorry, I didn't think you would react like this, or I would have told you."

She let out a small sign and sat bolt straight in her seat when the plane began to rock, "What the hell?" She whispered loudly, looking urgently at me.

I gave her a blank look, "Were landing Pansy, I already told you that."

She glared over at me, and held the armrest of her chair tightly as the plane rocked again.

I looked at her deathly pale skin, and her thin lips, and decided that I could be a bit kinder to the terrified girl, and rested a comforting slender hand over her own. Her head snapped over to me, and I gave her a reassuring smile.

There was a small 'ping' noise and the pilot's voice filled the plane, "We will be landing soon folks, so just hold on tight. Remember, nobody is to get up from their seats, and all electronic devices must be shut off for you safety, thank you."

It was forty minutes later that we were walking out the airport, with some luggage's we decided not to shrink for show, and entered a ugly yellow car, that the muggles called a 'taxi', that would drive us to the house that we would be staying in for however long.

I looked out the window to the passing scenery in thought.

Pansy was fast asleep, and using my shoulder as a pillow, while my mother sat in the front seat asking question after question to the driver about forks and the places in it.

You are only going to protect your mother and yourself, right?

I blinked as Pansy's words from earlier came back to me, and shook them out of my head.

She was wrong; I wasn't running away from that night. But, you aren't exactly facing it head on either, a voice that sounded eerily like Aunt Bella whispered tauntingly in my head.

I gritted my teeth, and looked out the window, and pushed those thoughts firmly out.

I wasn't running away, I was escaping.

A/N: Getting back in the grove. I Like this version better and I added more detail. The next nine chapter should be posted before this week ends + the next installment.

R/R!