Outcast

A/N- This story starts in the same way my other story, Broken does. The first chapter is basically the same as the other one, except for the ending. But after that, the stories change completely. Please R and R!

Chapter one: Leap of Faith

Draco sat, alone, in a giant green arm chair in a hotel room. He stared out the window, looking but not seeing, listening but not hearing. Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts his life had gone further and further downhill. He was an outcast and half the Wizarding World hated him. Correction, all of the Wizarding World hated him. His mother had been let off, his father had been killed and he had been outcast.

At first, living amongst the Muggles was difficult, but Draco had gotten good at it. He moved hotels every two nights, never staying anywhere for long. He was constantly alone, never letting himself get to know anyone. He figured life was better when you only had to care for yourself.

Draco had sold many of his family's possessions, giving him enough Muggle-money to live in luxury like he always had.

It was nights like these, however, that made Draco question the life he had chosen. He felt so alone, so helpless, sitting by himself in a room with a bed big enough for two. And it was nights like these that made Draco think back to his years at Hogwarts. And that is what hurt the most. Because Draco couldn't think about Hogwarts, without thinking of Harry.

Draco repositioned himself in the arm chair. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. His once clear Dark Mark had begun to fade, but it was still there, none the less. A constant reminder of the wrong choices Draco had made. And of course, when thinking of wrong choices, Draco thought the worst one he had made was keeping his feelings secret.

He had never kissed Potter. Never held his hand. He had bullied him and hurt him instead. Draco could have killed himself over it. He had thought about ending his life countless times, but he would never actually do it. He was a bloody coward.

Draco often daydreamed about Harry and often wondered what he was up to. Draco still read the Daily Prophet when he could, but it was hard to get hold of. When he was lucky enough to get a copy, he scanned it for news about Harry. For many years, no such news came. Until this very night, where Draco sat alone in his hotel room. But the news didn't come from the Daily Prophet. In fact, Draco had walked straight into Harry himself.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, looking at who he ran into. When he looked up, he gasped and a wave of emotions over took his body as he saw who it was.

Draco never expected to see Harry here. In a hotel in the middle of Russia. Draco had actually been thinking of Harry, like usual, and running into him nearly stopped his heart. He didn't let it show though. Looking up, Draco saw that Harry was having trouble grasping the fact that he had just run into an out-lawed wizard. Draco smirked and stared straight into Harry's eyes before Harry broke the gaze. Draco was surprised by the man's actions; Harry just stood there. But it was what Harry had said that surprised Draco the most.

"Draco…" Harry had whispered.

This broke the former-Slytherin's mask. It caught him off guard, but not for long. Quickly rebuilding his barriers, he placed his usual smirk back on his face.

"Potter," he said smoothly, not letting Harry realize what he was thinking.

"Where's Weaslette?" Draco suddenly spat. He knew Harry and her had been dating at Hogwarts and assumed they were still now. The thought made him sick.

"Dead."

This Draco had not been expecting. He felt his defenses fall as his mouth opened in shock.

"I'm so…Harry, I didn't know…I - I'm…" Draco stuttered. He saw a quick flash of pain shoot across the raven-haired man's face.

"It was after your family left," Harry began, recalling the moment.

"Don't," Draco said. "Don't tell me if it hurts to remember."

Harry merely smiled weakly and continued.

"Voldemort was cruel. It was when he was about to kill me that it happened. He was in mid-sentence when he turned, trying to humiliate and break me by killing yet another one of my friends. The spell hit Ginny, he fired at me, the spell backfired and he himself died," Harry finished weakly.

"You loved her?" Draco had meant it to be a statement, but it came out as a question.

"No," Harry replied, smiling weakly. "I loved someone else."

At that moment both boys stood in peace. There was no fighting. There were no problems. It was almost as if they were friends. But then, Harry seemed to remember himself.

"What's it to you, anyway, Malfoy?" he shot stonily at Draco. Draco felt his heart crumple. The defenses he had learned to keep strong collapsed. A single tear ran down his cheek. Harry had never seen the blonde like this. So fragile, so broken. He followed Draco's tear to where it hit the floor and immediately began to try and fix the damage.

"Malf – err – Draco…I'm sorry, I…" But when he looked up, Draco was already gone.

Rushing, Draco climbed up to the roof. Breathing heavily, he wiped away his tears, a stony determined look on his face. He wanted to do this quickly, before he changed his mind. He was tired of being alone, tired of living with nothing but regrets, tired of being an outcast, tired of Harry. When he reached the door to the roof, he threw it open without hesitation. He then made his way over to where the small rail stopped people from falling off. Muggles are so stupid, thought Draco. Anyone who wanted to just had to climb on top of the bar and jump. Some safety procedure.

For a moment, Draco just stood there. Then, he positioned one foot on the bar and hoisted himself up.

Staring out ahead, Draco looked down. It was time to rid of all his regrets. He balanced himself on the bar, standing completely straight. One small step and everything would be done. Mustering up all the courage he had, Draco prepared to jump. Not courage, he corrected himself. This was not a brave thing to do, it was cowardly. Draco knew it was but he was going to do it anyway.

He ran a slender finger down the side of the rusty rail. He closed his eyes and imagined Harry on the street below, waiting to rescue him, ready to save him from his fall. Only that thought could make Draco take the step he needed to take to take in order to end this hell he was living. Then, before Draco jumped, he whispered three words:

"Catch me Harry."