'Excuse me, excuse me, sir?' something started to shake my shoulder.

My eyes opened to the glowing neon lights that made my head hurt in an instant. My sight got a little blurry, then focused on the young man jolting on my shoulder. He was thin, nerdy-looking and had huge black glasses over the brown eyes, that looked tired.

'Sir, I'm afraid, that we're closing now, and you have to leave.' He said with an even voice.

Confused and disoriented I looked around. I was in a bar, so much was clear, but how did I end up here? My memory of the passed hours was very vague and unclear.

'What time is it?' I asked, my voice quiet, due to my pounding head.

'It's 4 am.' He responded and looked at me impatiently. 'our closing time.'

With a sigh, I grabbed my coat that hung over my chair and walked out into the soothing darkness of 4 am. Or a bit later, the guy at the bar just said an approximate time, it probably was a bit later than 4, like 4:12 or something.

Although I was 16, I went regularly on these blackout-drinking-trips, the muggles couldn't tell that my fake id was fake. I guess all the stress and dropping out of school and all the shit with me having a psychotic disorder and family problems led to this. All this me fucking up my life.

But I guess I didn't care. Either that or I just block out all my emotions and bottle them up until I can't anymore and explode. At least that's what my latest psychiatrist said. But he was a dick and told me stupid shit and tried to play weird games with me. I'll never visit him again. I hate psychologists and psychiatrists and those people.

I looked up and realized that my feet, that started to get tired, brought me to a park. The trees looked freaky, like they'd move any second, but I was too tired to be bothered by that.

I found an empty bench under one of these trees and sat down. I looked at my phone and scrolled through the messages and missed calls which I received while I was sleeping the alcohol out of my system in the bar. The majority of those calls came from one person; my neighbour Harry, that had a huge crush on me.

He didn't know, that I knew, but the time I spend with all those head doctors, I learned how to read people. He was also really bad at hiding it. For example, he always tries to sniff me and apparently that is not a normal thing to do, he also comes out into the hall when I do, which happens way too often to be a coincidence.

But I hate him. He is such a bother. All of his friends are asshats too and I know that they don't like me, but that feeling is mutual. I'm also very jealous of him; he has everything. He has perfect grades from what I hear, I dropped out of school, so I wouldn't know, he had friends that actually care about him, he is popular, and he is always so cheerful and hopeful. So basically, he has everything I don't. I just have a lot of money.

I sat on that bench and scrolled mindless through social media, until the sun came out and mixed colours into the earlier dark sky. Now it got lighter by the second and people started to come outside to walk their dogs or take a morning jog.

I was still pretty drunk and couldn't think clear, so I addressed a young blonde, that was about to jog by my bench.

'Hey sexy, you wanna have fun?' and I meant to go drinking somewhere or play some video games, but she misunderstood me and yelled at me.

'I am actually going to call the police.' And she swung her phone out of her pocket and called. 'Uhm, yes, hello? I'm at the park and a guy just tried to rape me?' then she talked for a bit more and then hung up. She told me not to move and then waited for the cops to arrive. I was so confused, and I was still trying to figure out, what I did wrong, so I did what I was told to; I waited.

A few minutes later the police arrived, and she explained what I said to her, then the next thing I know, I get cuffed and jammed into the police car. I look out of the grid window and sigh. This is what I consider a medium morning. There are better ways to start the day, than being driven off in a police car, but there are way worse, trust me.

When the car finally stopped, the door opened, and the police officer dragged me out of the car and pushed me in the direction of the police station. Ugh, muggles.

After a form I had to fill out, they threw me into a cell with more muggles, all of them smelling really badly and told me, that someone will have to pick me up, like my parents or something. I sat down on the floor, since the benches were full, and I didn't want to squeeze between two smelly people.

Half an hour later, an officer came and let me out of the cell. I walked with him to the front desk, curious who came. It was someone from the Ministry of Magic. He pretended to be my dad.

'Oh, son. There you are.' He said in a fatherly tone and came towards me and hugged me. Unhappily I bared the awkward hug without saying anything. 'what were you thinking, molesting a woman? I am very disappointed in you.'

I didn't say anything, just watched him fill out the realise form. After he finished, he put a hand onto my back and pushed me towards the exit and thanked the officers in the station. The moment we weren't visible to the police people, I shook his hand off my back and looked at him. He grabbed my arm and I noticed that he guided me towards the toilet in Whitehall.

He forced me to use the toilet and followed me. On the other side, more workers from the Ministry waited for me and grabbed me as soon as I arrived.

'What are you thinking, getting thrown in muggle custody?' Fudge, the Muggle Prime Minister asked me. 'Mr. Malfoy, what were you doing anyway drunk? Aren't you too young?' he shakes his head and orders: 'put him in a cell, when he sobers up, you can let him walk. But don't let this happen again, Mr., are we clear?'

"Yeah, sure, whatever.' With these words, I follow a woman, that shows me my cell and I go in. I sit down on the hard and sheet less bed and drift into thoughts. I hear voices and noises, but I can't concentrate on them, so I try to blend them out.

I look at my cellmate, who is crouching in the corner, hidden in the shadows. I wonder what he did.

Later, a ginger man came to visit me. He introduced himself as Arthur Weasly and I recognised the name. He was related to one of Harrys friends, the ginger one, Rufus?

'So, you molested a muggle woman?' he asked with a weird fascination.

'No, she understood me wrong I think.' I explained.

'So, you weren't trying to get into her panties?' he asked again, while scribbling something into his black leather notebook.

'Mister, I don't even swing that way!' I laughed and watched as his eyes transformed from confused to realising, that I'm gay.

That was my first chapter of this story, I hope you liked it? I enjoyed writing it, I guesss.