A/N: OK, Here is the sequel to Camping with Malfoy. I hope you like it as much as you liked the first one. For those of you that didn't read it, go back and do so or you're not going to understand this story. Oh I need a beta if anyone wants too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone in it. I do own this plot line though.
Chapter 1
Draco pulled his hood over his head as he walked down the empty street. He had been running for a week now and he knew his father was out looking for him. He had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. His father was angry that he had run off and his mother had disowned him. But Draco knew it was because of the danger he had put them in. Draco Malfoy hadn't a friend in the world. The 'bad guys' wanted his head as well as the 'good guys'. Sooner or later one of them would win.
As the rain came down, Draco looked for somewhere to hide from the rain. If he hid in the muggle world, he would be safer, but the muggles he would meet along the way were not. So, he didn't stay in hotels or inns. He had spent most nights in a car he had stolen from his family, but he sold the car so his family couldn't find him by looking for the lances license plate and was now looking for another car. But at this time he didn't have one.
He turned a corner and heard loud music playing. There was a bar at the end of the street called, 'The Cats Meow.' As Draco made his way to the bar he only hoped it would be open long enough to dry off and get something to eat. Inside he found only one other person. The bartender smiled up at him. "Can I get you anything sir?" He asked. The man was short, fat, and yes, very ugly, but he was the first person to smile at Draco in over three years. So, Draco smiled back nicely.
"Can I get something to eat here? I am very hungry and thought I might get lucky." The man nodded and motioned for Draco to have a seat. As Draco took a place at the bar, the bartender pulled out a menu.
"We don't have much in the ways of food on this thing, but you're sure to find something that looks good." Nodding, Draco took the menu from the bartender's fat hand and read it quietly. He settled for something called a 'hot dog and fries'. As he looked around he found the place wasn't very big and probably was famous for shady business. The place was old and run down. Draco figured this guy was probably happy to see anyone.
"Here you go sir. Will there be anything else?" His chubby round face smiled once more. Draco shook his head 'no' and began to eat. The man went back to cleaning and it was silent for a while. "Are you a runaway, young man?" Draco jumped at the sound of the bartender's voice. He saw the man hanging up the phone.
"I have money if that is what you're looking to know." Draco sighed and reached into his pocket, showing the bartender he could pay.
The man shook his head and said, "There is a church six blocks west of here; they take in runaways all the time. If you need a place to stay, Father Sky will be happy to help you out."
Draco said nothing. He just paid his bill and left the bar. He stood on the street for a minute and decided it was better then nothing. So Draco began the walk to Father Sky's church.