Title: Love in Strange Places Rating: PG- PG 13 Pairing: Draco/Oliver Wood (slash) Summary: A Draco and Oliver love story! Draco learns who he really is and runs away. He finds love in someone he never expected. Lots of the Malfoy family secrets are exposed and lots about Oliver's family! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just a few of the characters in this story! Notes: I haven't seen any Draco/Oliver stories so I thought I'd write one! Please R and R for me! This is my first slash!

Chapter 1

Basilius watched quietly as Lucius welcomed Draco home from his fourth year at Hogwarts. It sickened him how his younger brother got so affectionate with the boy. His dark grey eyes moved over the boy's small frame. He still wore his school uniform; dress shirt, sweater vest and black pants. He had hung up his wizard's cloak by the front door and was busily talking to the older Malfoy.

"So," he sneered walking over to them. "I hear Potter made a fool of you again, Dragon." He looked down at the boy with a cruel smile on his handsome face. It was easy to see that he was a Malfoy. He had the same silvery eyes and white-blond hair. But he wore his hair short instead of past his shoulders. He hated how Draco was taking after Lucius. He also had the characteristic sneer plastered on his face.

Draco was about to snap a reply when another voice caught his attention.

"Basilius, Lucius, Draco. Come in here." It was Methos, the head of the Malfoy family, and Draco's grandfather. The boy swallowed nervously as he followed the other two into the sitting room. The one person who frightened him beyond all reason was Methos Malfoy. The scars he bore both on his back and in his soul came from this man.

"So, the little Dragon has finally come home?" Methos sneered at his grandson. He enjoyed watching the boy cringe. "I have come to a decision." He glowered as Lucius placed his hands protectively on Draco's shoulders. "We have kept this a secret for ten years and I think it's time that you learned the truth, Dragon."

Lucius gripped Draco tightly as he realized what his father had in mind. "No. We all agreed we wouldn't tell him."

"I am the head of this family, I make the decisions. Is that clear?"

There was complete silence. Then, Methos beckoned Draco to him. Nervously the boy moved forward. "Tell me boy. what is a Mudblood?"

"A-a Mudblood is someone who has Muggle blood in them, sir," Draco managed to get out.

"Correct. Now, what would you think if I told you that a member of our family was a Mudblood?"

Draco looked at him in confusion.

"Basilius, come here."

The elder Malfoy son strode forward drawing a hiss from Lucius. He stood next to Draco and gazed at his father.

"Basilius, it is time for you to reclaim your half-breed, bastard son."

Draco felt as if his heart had been ripped out. His mouth fell open as he gaped at his grandfather. Slowly, he turned to face the man who he had known as his father, a questioning look on his young face. He didn't want to believe that this was happening.

"Father?"

Lucius somehow found his voice. "I was going to tell you when you were older."

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes. He couldn't believe this. All his life he had loved and adored this man. He had loathed Muggles and Mudbloods. But now he learned that he was one of them?! "No."

"Tears," Basilius whispered. "Are for the weak!" He spun and slapped Draco, his son across the face.

Lucius cried out and rushed towards them only to be knocked back. Basilius smirked and lowered his wand. Turning back to the boy he said, "I'll be taking him home now, Father." Before either Draco or Lucius could say anything, he grabbed the boy and drug him to the fire place. Floo Powder carried them away. Away from Malfoy Manor. Away from Lucius. Away from his home.

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Draco spent two weeks in Hell. His father, Basilius, was nearly as sadistic as Methos. Not only did he feel the need to "discipline" his son, but he also was friends with the Flints.

Marcus Flint, the previous captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team watched Draco as he rode the horse back to the stable. He hadn't seen the younger boy since he left Hogwarts. And in the past two weeks he'd found that he wanted Draco more than anything. Day and night he lusted after him. He watched as the boy dismounted and put the horse back in its stall. He calmly made his way in there and watched as Draco rubbed down the animal and then stepped out.

"Do I get a turn?" he purred as he came up.

Draco jumped and turned to look at him. "Ma-Marcus." He backed up against the wall as Marcus moved into his personal space. "What are you-"

Before he could finish, Marcus crushed their mouths together. Draco tried to push him away, but it was pointless. He felt his legs give out as he was pushed onto the ground. Tears ran down his face as his shirt was torn.

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. He was only fourteen!

His whimpered protests went unheeded as Marcus had his way with him. Once he was finished, the large boy pushed himself up and whispered, "Mudbloods are weak. You are weak." He leered down at the sobbing boy. "And you're mine."

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For the next few days Draco endured Marcus' touch. It sickened him to the point where he tried to kill himself. But one of his father's house elves found him and sealed his arm up. He had a long gash running down his forearm now. He sat in the parlor listening to the crackling of the fire. All he wanted was to disappear.

"Dragon." Basilius came into the room and sneered. "As you'll be in school on your birthday, we've decided to give you your present early." Several robed men entered behind him. Deatheaters.

Draco jumped up and watched them warily. The instant they started for him he made his move. He dove for the fireplace, knocking the bucket of Floo powder into the fire. Jumping in he shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and was whisked away.

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"Oomph!" Oliver Wood crashed onto the ground as something solid collided with him. He quickly pushed himself up and stared at the blond boy. "Malfoy?! What in the world?" He climbed to his feet and reached down to help him up. "Are you okay?" He had never been able to tolerate the arrogant boy, but he looked terrible.

Draco was aware of the strong scent of cinnamon as strong hands helped him up. He felt himself collapsing against a strong, warm chest. Raising his head he found himself drowning in a pair of warm eyes. Oliver lifted him up as he lost consciousness.

"What happened to you?" he murmured.

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TBC