Authors Note: Plot Bunny that wouldn't leave me alone.
As much as I wish they were, Harry Potter and all associates are not my property. They belong to the wonderful Ms. Rowling.
He opened the door to the dimly lit tavern and scanned the room. The foreign signs that littered the wood paneled walls gave him no clue as to what city he had ended up in.
He knew a simple translation spell could have solved his problem, but he hadn't used magic in years. For all he knew, Potter had destroyed his wand along with every hope of reestablishing himself into wizarding society.
Realizing that by this point, it no longer mattered where he had ended up, he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
Looking down the shiny mahogany of the bar, a man, sitting alone and cradling his glass, caught his attention.
This man reminded him quite startlingly of his father, but his father had been dead for years. Even if he had been alive, Lucius Malfoy would never have stooped so low as to enter a muggle pub.
Pushing the thought from his mind he reminded himself that he had run away from that life, just another way he had defied and disappointed his father.
But, that was in the past. No use dwelling on it now.
The only thing that he actually missed from that life was his mother. His mother was the one who always stepped between him and his father when his father was in one of his moods. She was the one who would sneak him sweets when his father would send him to bed without desert. She was the one who would tuck him in at night and give him a tender kiss on his forehead, telling him that everything was going to be alright, even when she knew that it wasn't.
He had left her alone, mourning the loss of both her husband and her son. He didn't even know if she was alive.
It had been over 5 years since he had even spoken to another wizard who would have any knowledge of the Malfoy's fall from grace.
Feeling his already sullen mood drop even further, he motioned to the bartender to pour him another drink.
Lost within his memories of a time where he was still a valued member of the world he had loved so much, one drink led to another and soon enough he could vividly feel the alcohol coursing through his veins.
The deeper into drunkenness that he fell, the less aware of his surroundings he became. That is, until he felt a tap on his shoulder, pulling him out of his drunken reverie.
Abruptly turning around to tell off the stranger who had interrupted his self-pity, he gave a short gasp of surprise. Standing in front of him, looking at him with equal surprise in his eyes, was none other than his childhood rival.
Looking into the depths of those emerald eyes, Draco couldn't help but wonder what exactly brought Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world, to a dingy pub somewhere outside of Berlin.