Summary: Harry Potter has gone missing. Draco Malfoy is sent to search for him, but gets sidetracked. WARNING: Yeah, it's a slash.
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Loud, pulsing music filled the empty spaces. Filling them, filling their bodies. Hearts beating in time. You could see a man sitting at the bar, sipping his drink. He had long, silky blonde hair that fell into his eyes and framed his face. He was wearing black leather pants, and a loose black Oxford shirt, which was unbuttoned about half way, to reveal a smooth, toned chest. His eyes shifted around the room before settling on an ass, to be blunt. A nice ass. Muggle ass.
Draco Malfoy laughed and sipped his Bloody Mary.
The Dark Lord had sent Draco to find Harry Potter, who had gone missing a week before. Draco was to find Potter, and bring him to the Dark Lord.
Draco hated the Dark Lord, hated his father for making him get the Dark Mark. They could go to hell. He was in charge of his own life, and was going to do what he wanted. When he wanted. Except, he didn't want to die in the process. So, he was stuck.
He would much rather spend his time doing other things. In this case, checking out men at a gay bar.
Draco grinned and took a final swig at his drink.
Yes, this was much better.
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Harry Potter was currently, well, alive. At least for the moment.
He had spent the past week, running. Never stopping. He didn't want to stop.
To put it simply, Harry had run away. From expectation, from the people who only wanted him to be their golden boy and save the day.
It was someone else's turn. He was sick of everything.
Harry walked slowly through the dark alley, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Shadows, dancing. Here, for him. He broke into a run. Gasping for breath, he leaned one arm on the wall, and pushed onwards. He could hear music. Stumbling out of the alley, he ran to the building with the loud music. Slowly pushing the door open, he stepped inside.
Harry was met by a loud, rhythmic beat, where everyone seemed to walk in time. There were people dancing in various places, tables cluttered, in the far right corner, sat a DJ. In the center, there was a large bar, with ten stools.
He sat down at the bar, and put his head on the counter.
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Draco glanced at the ragged creature that had just sat down next to him. He raised an eyebrow at the bartender.
"Um, sir? Sir?"
The man glanced up. "Yes?"
"Can you, um, not sleep on the counter?"
"Oh, right." He slowly raised himself upwards, and sat, slouching.
Draco peered at the man, who had gashes on his arms and face. The man had brown, ragged hair that drooped carelessly over his shoulders and in his face. He noticed a pool of blood forming at the bottom of the stool next to him.
The torn man fell forward into Draco's lap, causing him to spill a drop of his drink on the counter. "Well, this is an interesting first move," he smirked.
The rest of the man fell to the ground. "Merlin!" Draco muttered, and picked the man up, putting him on his shoulders. "I'll be going Bill, I think this guy is going to need some help," he called to the bartender as he slipped out the back door.
After walking about two feet, Draco groaned. "Damn, this guy is heavy," he muttered. "You'd better be worth this." He moved onwards in the dark.
After walking five blocks, 20 stairs, and three hallways, they arrived at an apartment. Draco fumbled for the key, and managed to open the door. Inside, there was an open space, which revealed a living room next to a kitchen. There was a door that led to a bedroom, which, inside, contained one bed, dresser, lamp, closet, armchair, and a door that led to a bathroom. The walls were painted a pale grey. Gently, he rested the pale man onto the bed and sighed. Draco ambled over to his armchair and propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, and rested his head in his hand. He felt his eyelids begin to droop, and fell asleep.
Not a very long chapter, sorry 'bout that. I was going to start a different fanfic, but I couldn't find the fifth Harry Potter book. Such a pain. Please review, I'm interested in your opinions. cacod
