Title: A Traitors Kiss
Summary: When Draco is forced to flee to the muggle world, he is found by an increasingly unsuspecting witch.
Draco's breathing turned harsh as he fled down the dark alley ways of Diagon Alley. He could here the Death eaters chasing him, and most of all, he could hear the horrible screams from his mother as she was killed slowly. He ran into a drunken wizard and toppled to the ground. He groaned in pain as he felt the broken bottle of the now quite unconscious wizard, slice into his side. He felt the blood start to pool onto the cobbled stones of the alley. Shouts sounded, far closer than he could dare. He fought his way to his feet, and continued running. The night was black as ink, and he was struggling to stay upright let alone run, he could feel the side of his robes soak with blood. He shrugged them off, feeling every ounce of weight would help him escape. The reason he was running was simple. His father had betrayed Voldemort, and in so doing, he sentenced Draco and his mother to a terrible death, Lucius Malfoy, had begun an organization of sorts, to overthrow Voldemort, and become the knew Dark Lord, apparently it hadn't worked out as well as he'd planned, because now Lucius Malfoy was missing, probably dead, and Death eaters had quickly come after his family, Draco mother had been the first to be caught.
Flash Back
Draco had awakened in the night to the sound of breaking glass. Immediately he knew something was wrong, very wrong. He fumbled out of bed, feeling blindly for the robes he had left lying on the floor, and a shirt he had thrown over a near by chair. He dressed quickly and grabbed his wand before heading cautiously downstairs. The site that met him would haunt him forever. From the vantage point of the stairs leading down to the kitchen, he could see his mother on her knees, she was whimpering hysterically, and pleading for her life. The forms standing in front of her were looking down at her coldly, the two front most drew his attention first, one he recognized as Peter Pettigrew, he had once briefly met him when he had accidently walked in on one of his fathers meetings, and was later beaten severely for it, the other was unmistakable, Lord Voldemort. He had never met Voldemort, only heard about him. Peter Pettigrew was smiling down at Draco's mother with obvious enjoyment, while Voldemort had a far more cruel expression. Voldemorts expression was of one who was infinitely bored with something, and wished nothing more than for it to disappear entirely. Draco's mother was now crying and begging the dark lord to believe that she was still a loyal follower, and had never even thought of betraying him, she promised him anything, her life, her body, her soul, and yet while she pleaded for her life, she gave no thought to her sons, mabey she thought they would forget that Lucius had a son, even so, as she groveled at the feet of lord Voldemort, his gaze left her, and traveled up before landing on Draco.
end of flash back
Draco stopped breathing as he remembered the fear that came with that stare, and right then, he knew that no matter how much his mother begged, no matter how much she pleaded and pledged, they were going to be killed, and they were going to die a traitors death, very painfully. So Draco had done the only thing he could do, he ran. And he kept running, even as he heard the screams coming from his mother as the death eaters were set on her, even when he smelt the smoke of the only home he had burning to the ground, even as he lost everything he had ever loved or believed in, Draco ran, and ran until he was now here, exhausted, wounded, and in shock, and still running. The alley fell into blackness, as the over head lamps were extinguished, he kept running, he hit some garbage cans, and fell to the ground, feeling mud squish between his hands and he struggled to his feet. He could now here footsteps pounding behind him, and he knew he was about to be killed. He stumbled into a lamp post, before he suddenly felt something cold wash over his body, he heard someone start to say a curse, before he fell forward, now all he could hear was voices and horns before he was lost to unconsciousness.