"Passport please," The woman said, holding her hand out.

"Oh, yeah, right here," Draco quickly pulled out his passport, handing it to the woman.

"Welcome home," The woman said, checking the information on the passport.

"Thanks," Draco mumbled. The woman handed Draco his passport back and waved him through.

After the war, Draco had left the country, gone traveling around, trying to escape his past. It had been of no use, so now he found himself in the London Heathrow Airport, back in England for the first time in fifteen years.

Draco followed the crowd to customs. The line was huge and it took forever for him to get through. But he did without any trouble. From there it was just to baggage claim and he was outta there.

Heathrow wasn't a small airport and it felt like a million years before he actually found the baggage claim, add another million for the time it took for the suitcases from his plane to actually start coming through and half a million for the time it took him to find his own suitcase.

"Hey Drake, you ready?" Draco turned to find Evan, with his small duffel bag thrown causally over his shoulder, waiting. Draco first met Evan on his flight from Munich to Rome. By the time they found themselves on the exact same flight for the third time they stopped going by luck and ended up planning the rest of the trip together. Which was nice, so there was always someone to talk too.

"Yep," Draco replied, pulling his bag off the conveyor belt. "Lets go." The two men pushed their way through the crowd to the exit of the airport. From there they hailed a taxi, Draco gave the man directions to the Bates Hotel. He knew it was close to where the Leakey Cauldron was, or at least to where the entrance was last time he'd been in England.

"Well Draco, home at last, huh?" Evan said.

"Home sweet home." Draco muttered sarcastically. "I never actually thought I'd ever come back here."

"What made you change your mind?"

"I told you already, remember? Hotel in New York when we where ordering our tickets to come here."

"Oh yeah, I remember now, it's that girl, what's her name?"

"Hermione."

"Yeah, her, so, whacha going to do if you find her happily married?"

"That's exactly what I'm expecting to find."

"Then why'd you come here?"

"Just to check up on her, if I find that there's a Mr. Husband in her life, then I guess I'll just move on."

"And if there isn't?"

"I dunno."

"Well, you might want to think about that, what about family?"

"There's none left."

"Oh, well that's too bad, any friends? Old acquaintances?"

"No true friends, just a bunch of people I hung out with in school."

"You went to that hoggy place, right?"

"Yep." Evan was a wizard. Draco found out in Cairo when the toilet was broken and Evan used his wand to fix it.

"This looks like a nice place, London I mean, maybe we should stay here longer than we planned, besides, we're low on money, if we don't get a job again soon we'll go broke."

"I suppose we could do that."

"Great, I've always wanted to live in London!" Evan was American, but he'd confessed to Draco that his little sister had always been crazy about England and that her one dream had been to travel the world then settle down and live in London. When Evan's sister died, Evan took it upon himself to make sure that her sister got her dream, which was why he currently had a little vial of her ashes in his suitcase that he took with him everywhere.

"I wonder what she's thinking right now?" Evan whispered, his eyes scanning all the buildings they passed. Draco turned to look at him, he could just make out the lid of the little vial that was clutched tightly in Evan's hand.

"Well, here we are," the taxi driver called to them, pulling up next to a building, "Hotel Bates."

"How much do we owe you?" Draco asked, pulling out a small wad of bills that they'd gotten at an exchange desk while they were still in New York.

"27 pounds." Draco pulled out the right amount, handing them to the driver he and Evan got out of the taxi.

"Have a nice stay!" the taxi driver called through his window as he pulled away. Draco and Evan turned and entered the hotel.

The entrance was small. There was an ugly green wallpaper with a paisley pattern covering the walls. Most of the light came from the two small windows. There was a small desk, behind witch sat a bored looking teenage girl with several piercings and a motherload of makeup. There was a name tag on her chest that read Linda.

"Can I help you?" Linda asked, looking up at them.

"Yeah, we have a reservation," Evan said, stepping forward.

"Name?" Linda asked, pulling forward a clipboard.

"Thompson."

"Okay, right here, just sign your name please." Linda pushed the clipboard and a pen towards Evan. Evan took the pen and signed his name where Linda had pointed to.

"Thank you." Linda took the clip board away, she opened up a small drawer on her left and dug through it a bit before extracting two silver keys.

"Here's your key's, you are in room 215 and checkout time is at twelve."

"Thank you." Evan took the two keys and headed down the only hallway there, Draco followed him.

There was no elevator. Fortunately their room was only on the second floor so hardly any climbing was necessary.

"Here's our room," Evan said cheerfully, finding number 215. He used one of the keys and opened the door.

The room was small and musty smelling. Two twin beds filled up most of the space and there was a small TV in the corner next to the window. A dresser sat across from the beds. Most everything was covered in green paisley. The comforters on the beds, the cushions on the chairs, it was all the same pattern as the wallpaper. There was also a door in the wall which, upon closer inspection, they discovered that it lead into a small bathroom.

"Well, this is pretty nice," Evan said, looking around, they'd experienced worse. Like sleeping on park benches or street corners and such. Well, never any street corners but they did have to sleep on a park bench once. Fortunately no police came by that night.

"I call window!" Evan plopped himself down on the bed closest to the window. He threw his bag on the floor and placed the vial of his sisters ashes on the small table between the two beds. Draco took the other bed. Leaning forward he tried the lamp sitting on the table, just to see if it worked.

"Looks like the lamp works," Evan noted, watching Draco. "Try the TV."

Picking up the remote (which was conveniently sitting on the table by Draco) he turned the TV on. It was only static. He tried a few channels and could only get a Soaps channel and a local news station. Draco turned the TV off

"Well, that's pretty crummy," Evan muttered, "What are we going to do for dinner?"

"Probably just order some Chinese."

"Sound's good, is there a phonebook around here?"

"Dunno, let me check." Draco had been in quite a few hotels, and he'd discovered that if there wasn't a phonebook on a table in the room, it was either in one of the drawers of the dresser or their room didn't have a personal phonebook and they'd have to go down to the front desk.

"Here's one." Draco called, holding up a phonebook he'd discovered in the top drawer of the dresser, "There's also a Bible, if you're ever feeling particularly holy." Draco held the bible up with his other hand.

"Praying wont bring me Chinese food," Evan muttered, "Throw me the phone book." Draco tossed the phonebook to Evan, who opened it up and searched around.

"Well here's one, Far East, sound good?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Great." Evan pulled his cell phone out, he dialed the phone number, calling the Chinese food place.

"Um, yeah, I'll have three orders of Sweet and Sour pork, and one order of Fried Rice," Evan spoke into the receiver. Draco picked up the remote and turned the TV on, changing it to the Soap Opera channel.

"Okay, I'm at the Hotel Bates, on 5th street, in room 215." Evan continued, "What? Oh, yeah, thank you." he hung up.

"Food coming?" Draco asked, his eyed glued to the TV.

"Yep." Even replied.

They watched Soap Operas until the food came. When the food finally did arrive, they ate it in bed and watched more Soap Operas. That was how Draco Malfoy spent his first day in England.

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I hope everyone liked it, I've been getting a ton of people putting it on their watch list.