Disclaimer: I do not own all of these characters. But I wish I could say I came up with them all myself.
Summary: Draco and Harry run into each other the summer after 6th year. Both boys have changed a lot. They get to know each other and, well, just read, you'll see. ( my first summary, sorry if it sucks.) HP/DM.
Introduction:
Draco Malfoy, when dragged from Hogwarts' grounds by Severus Snape, knew his life at Hogwarts was over. By this point, life as he knew it had been turned upside-down. With his father and mother dead and a Dark Mark tattooed to his arm, he fled with Snape to the professor's small, shabby looking home. Draco knew he had failed the Dark Lord, and knew that his punishment would be the same as his parents'. Snape was quickly packing his things. Draco sat on the sofa swallowed by the darkness of depression.
'No, it can't be true. This is just a nightmare. This can't be my life.' He thought as he sat there, his wand still tightly gripped in his right hand. He knew, if he didn't take action, he would be dead in less than 48 hours. And if he was going to take action, this was the time to do it. So, when Snape and Draco made to run away to the secret hideout, Draco slithered away into a muggle town.
The Real Me- Chapter 1
Draco knew that the last place anyone would go looking for a Malfoy was a muggle town filled to the max with muggles and wizarding folk-free. Draco had gone immediately to have his tattoo surgically removed. Little did he know that that was such a painful process. They cut out the tattooed skin and replaced it with flesh and fat from his arse. He had gone shopping for muggle clothes too. And where, do you ask, did he get all this muggle money? Well, he got a job of course. He was the #1 paid prostitute and stripper at Dave's, a bar with, shall we say, a talented staff (in other words lots of prostitutes, strippers, pole dancers, etc.). He worked from 5pm to 5am. Dave gave him a place to sleep upstairs, though most mornings he would wake up in some strange man's bed. But it would have to do for now.
It had been 4 weeks since his escape to the muggle town. Draco was swinging at a park down town, surrounded by a bunch of cheap apartment buildings and alternative clothing stores. He was complaining to himself about how his back ached and how he wished he could do magic just this once so that he could be at least feeling better for tonight. He was so lost in thought that he didn't see a particular raven-haired boy walk out of Dashal's Dangerous Clothing store.
Harry had been stressing all summer. What was he going to do about Lord Voldemort and the horcruxes? Plus his aunt and uncle hadn't helped ease the stress by making him the housemaid. He decided he had to get out of there. He exchanged a bunch of his wizarding money for muggle money at Gringott's before coming home to the Dursleys. So, with that money he set out to find a cheap apartment a good distance from the Dursleys. He had to still be close enough to their place so he could flee there incase of an emergency.
He finally found a place. His roommate was named Josh. Josh used to be a woman and was way into drugs. Josh had a fohawk (you know, one of those mohawks with hair on the sides. It's kinda like a baby mohawk.) and was way alternative. He was often seen with a punk rock green t-shirt over his black and white striped long sleeve, with a pair of very baggy torn up jeans. Josh was a very confused 20-year-old, uh… person. He had had quite a tough life. And was still having troubles. There was no question as to why he was so into drugs. But Harry was quite grateful.
Harry had become quite alternative/punk himself. He told himself that it was just a disguise. He had his lip pierced straight down the middle, a barbell though his right ear, his left eyebrow pieced and he often wore black eyeliner as well. He wore a lot of black and bought most of his clothes at Hot Topic. He used make-up daily to cover up his scar. And every night Josh and Harry would go out to a different club, pick up some hot chick or guy to bring home, get wasted with, sleep with, and dump back out on the street the next morning. Life was great, well, it should have been. But Harry, no matter how much he drank or smoked, could not get Voldemort off his mind. He was becoming more and more miserable everyday.