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Authors Note- Well-ity well-ity well-ity, look what my twisted, sadistic mind has come up with now! A fic! About...you guessed it, DRACO! I really need to get a life.

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A huge clap of thunder sounded, the lightening that followed it illuminating the long, dark alley. Two tall, cloaked people strode briskly down the road, their voices barely audible over the pouring rain.

"Come, Draco. In this day and age, it is not wise to ever hesitate."

The slightly shorter of the two walked faster, until he altogether stopped.

"Draco! What is it now?!"

"Father- I-I think I see something!"

Both pairs of identical cold, gray eyes traveled up and down the rickety cobblestone road, scanning it for movement.

"See! There!"

On the road, less than 10 ft in front of them, was a dark figure sprawled out across the gutter. Draco approached it with caution; his cowardly father trailing behind.

Draco nearly gasped in horror. A body was lyring face-up near the drain, a whiskey bottle just out of reach of their outstretched hand. Another flash of lightening struck, and in the split second of light, Draco saw their face.

It was a girl his age.

"Is she- dead?" Draco stammered, not wanting to check. Lucius simply stood behind him, not affected in the slightest by what he was witnessing.

Almost as if she knew what they were saying, she launched into a deep, chain-smoker cough, her frail figure shaking violently.

"Well, she isn't, and I suggest we carry on then. Best to leave people of this kind to their gutters" Lucius said coldly, his small, creased lips muttering something about vagrants.

Draco's face contorted. He really didn't care for passed out girls at 2:00am in the morning in a darkened alley, and his disgust for poor, unhygenic people nearly made him turn his back on her in utmost repulsion. But as he eyed the clogged gutter drain, now steadily filling the slanted road with water that almost reached the girl's face, his tough manner weakened. He knew that before long, the girl would be submerged under water.

"Father...she'll drown..."

"Then let her drown!" Lucius exclaimed, a little surprised at Draco's sudden compassion towards potential derelicts.

Draco gave his father the 'Mature Version of Sad Puppy Dog Eyes' face, a look he had mastered over 15 years of getting whatever he wanted. His father sighed resignedly, knowing that his son had won.

"Fine- take her with us. But YOU carry her. And as soon as we are back at the Manor and she is accounted for, she is going right back where she came from. Is that understood?"

"Yes, father." Draco bent down and picked up the soaking wet girl, who was surprisingly light. He steadied her in his arms, and the three of them disappeared into the night.