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I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison-Alice Cooper
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Rain was falling in the most cliche of manners as Draco ran. He couldn't exactly pin-point the moment at which he'd decided to, but he was running now, and he would continue to run until he either felt safe or passed out from exhaustion.
He ran for quite some time, until he finally came upon a train station. Stopping to catch his breath and dry off, he pulled out a few pounds, Muggle money his parents gave him in case of emergencies, intending on buying something hot to drink, or perhaps something for the road. What drew him in, though, was the ticket booth.
Within the hour he was on the train, speeding along to Godric knows where, hoping it would take him far, far away.
He got off of the train about a half an hour later, uncomfortable with going places he was unsure of. Instead, he gazed at a map on the side of the road for several moments, searching for an area he was somewhat familiar with. Finding no where, he continued on walking, before finding himself in a small, square garden in which he could hide. It could have been pretty during the day; he could see a worn out swing hanging from one of the branches and a few gates leading to the street, where, across the road he could see small terrace-style houses.
Settling down in a large gap in between some bushes, he watched out through the pouring rain as he dried his clothes. When he squinted through the rain, bushes and fence, he could see another few house across the street. As Draco stared, he felt as though there was a gap there, something missing. Several cloaked figures were approaching the line of houses.
'Wizards?' He thought, watching them curiously. His eyes involuntarily widened as he watched a house appear out of no where in front of him. The wizards climbed the stairs and entered, being quickly ushered inside by someone he knew. Someone familiar. He couldn't see the woman's face through the haze, but he knew that bushy hair. It belonged to Hermione Granger.
"Odd," he said aloud to himself, continuing to watch as the house went away. He shook his head as he magically created a bed. A few days ago, he might have reported this to his father. He may have just discovered the Order of the Phoenix's hiding place! But today, he had nothing to do with his father.
Draco curled up in his little bed, listening to the rain pelt the top of his material shelter above the bushes, trying to drift off to sleep. But he just felt too uncomfortable, too on edge, too worried something might happen to him. He'd never been on his own like this before; his mother and father were always standing strong behind him. Eventually, though, he fell asleep, and was lost in his restless dreams. One of which, oddly enough, included Hermione Granger.
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It had stopped raining by the next day, so Draco dismantled his bed, picked up his wand, and headed out for somewhere else in London, in search of something that could satisfy his starving stomach. It wasn't long before he found a small market. Once he had his food, which he payed for with the remains of his Muggle money, there was nothing for him to do out in public, and he hated being around people. What if someone recognised him? So he returned to his hole in the bushes, hiding safely away in the dark, watching the children who played in the gardens, the people who walked around the streets freely, laughing and talking.
It was mainly those who lived in the houses on either side of the what he could have sworn was the Order's headquarters. Every night, people secretly left and entered. To do what, he had absolutely no idea. And he really wasn't ready to find out.
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