Lucas was going wild. Draco had gone missing. He stormed downstairs, calling Draco's name. He had already checked the house several times over, but still kept hoping he would somehow come across the blonde.

It was then he noticed the small scrap of paper on the floor. His prided himself on the cleanliness of his home, and he didn't remember leaving piece of paper on the floor. He picked it up and unfolded it.

"This could have been yours?" he read aloud, confused. He had not written this. It wasn't Draco's handwriting either; it was an untidy scrawl. Draco's handwriting was careful, neat and beautiful; the handwriting was much like the owner.

He scrunched it up in anger. There was only one other explanation. Potter must have sent that blasted owl here. He walked over to the window and saw that the key had been disturbed.

He took a deep breath. He shouldn't be angry with Draco. It wasn't his fault. Harry was probably acting all needy and desperate and Draco, like the kind person he was, will have gone back through guilt. He sighed. Poor, innocent Draco. Being tantalised by his good will into Harry's waiting trap.

There was only one thing for it; he would have to rescue Draco himself. But this time, he would have to be cleverer. He would simply remove the problem that was Harry. Then Draco would be free to be with the person he really wanted to be with.

"Harry! I've just received and owl from work," Draco told his lover. Harry looked up, taking a bite from his toast.

"Anything interesting?" he asked. Draco shook his head.

"A wizard has sold a Muggle a box of exploding pens. It's causing a riot in the Muggle world." He said, reading the letter. He scanned down.

"There's a list of customers they have been sold to. I'm going to have to track them all down one by one. Remove the pens if they haven't exploded, and Obliviate people if they have." He took a swig of coffee. "It's going to be a long one. Do we have to go to work today?" he whined.

"Yes, we do. We've had quite a few days off. The minister will be going spare." He said. Draco grumpily handed Harry the paper.

"Fine." He said, pouting. "Arthur Weasley will be loving this." He said, waving the letter. Arthur really was dedicated to his job. Draco snagged one of Harry's pieces of toast.

"I'm going then." He said. "The sooner I get this done the better." He added. Harry stood up and kissed him.

"I'll take the floo with you then." He offered. He folded up his paper and tucked it under his arm. A wedding magazine secretly stowed inside. He would seriously need to do his research if he was to suitably 'woo' Draco. Draco smiled and looked at the ring on his finger. Although he had given it back to Harry, demanding a proper proposal, Harry had changed his mind and given the ring back. He said he would still propose, but he wanted Draco to wear the ring so everyone knew he was taken. This morning was just like every other morning. Normal. He never thought things would be like this again, but, as he watched Harry go through the floo, he realised they would be.

Draco stared proudly at the box of pens. He had managed to round them all up, needing only to use one memory charm. Overall, it had been a successful day. Arthur Weasley popped his head round the door. "Yes?" Draco asked, his good mood stretching to the likes of Weasley.

"These came for you." he said. He handed Draco a large bouquet of roses. They were long stem, Draco noticed happily. He carried them into his office and settled them on the table. They were beautiful. They must have cost Harry a fortune. Draco then noticed there was a small card attached.

A simple 'I love you' was written on the card. He smiled. Setting them in water, he told Arthur to hold the fort while he ran an errand. The 'errand' was a very big thank you to a very lucky Auror. Harry hadn't been in the field for days; he had been overloaded with paperwork.

"Hello Harry." He purred. Harry looked up. The corner of his mouth was covered in ink; Harry had a habit of chewing his quill when he was frustrated.

"Hello, Dray. Did you need something?" he asked. Draco supposed Harry was playing dumb. He smiled.

"I loved them." he said, knowing Harry would know what he meant. Harry looked down, frowning. There was an entire paragraph missing from this report. He could never file it in this condition, neither could he approve it.

"Sorry Draco, I've been swamped recently and you know how I hate bringing this stuff home. You loved what?" he asked. Draco raised an eyebrow, wondering why Harry was carrying on the charade of pretending he didn't know what Draco meant.

"The roses, Harry. I loved them." he said happily. Harry's frown deepened.

"What roses?" he asked. Draco blinked.

"The ones you had sent to my office!" Draco said.

"They weren't from me." Harry said. Draco laughed and reached in his pocket.

"They must have been! Who else would possibly write this?" he asked, handing Harry the small note that had come with the roses. Harry looked furious.

"Who the hell would write this?" he asked angrily. Draco looked worried.

"You mean they really weren't from you?" he asked slowly. Harry shook his head. The blonde closed his eyes.

"They were from him." he said fearfully. Harry stood up, paperwork flying to the floor.

"He wouldn't dare!" he hissed. "He would come to the Ministry?"

"I want to go home Harry." Draco said, his voice shaking. Harry nodded.

"Right. I'll just clear it with the boss. I'll probably take this lot home with me." He said, indicating the paperwork. Draco nodded. Harry shot off. Draco began scooping the papers into one pile and stacking them into a folder. It didn't even occur to him it would be twice as fast to do it by magic.

"Did you like them, then?"

Draco whirled around. Lucas.

Lucas pulled out his wand before Draco could act. Draco found himself on the floor in seconds, tied up. "Don't worry, baby. I'm getting rid of Harry this time. I wont let him force you away anymore." He said gently. He walked over to the desk and reached for a quill and a piece of parchment and wrote Harry a quick note.

"I have a trap waiting for him. I'll lure him there, then kill him. Then we can be together." He informed Draco with a smile. Draco had to think fast. He knew if Harry found that note, it would be obvious it was a trap. But Draco also knew Harry wouldn't care. He would come anyway. Lucas pulled off Draco's ring and placed it on top of the note.

"You can't kill Harry!" Draco protested. Lucas sighed.

"I know your sensitive, angel, but it has to be done. You don't want filth like him coming after you again and again, do you?" he asked.

"I…I could never love a killer." He said, trying to stop Lucas thinking about hurting Harry.

"Don't let Harry follow us. Just take me. Don't tell him where. He'll never find us. It'll be just you and me. The way it's supposed to be." Draco said. He was spouting complete and utter rubbish, but he knew it was what Lucas wanted to hear.

Lucas thought for a moment. "Very well," he said. He pulled the note and the ring back. He pocketed both. He untied Draco.

"Come on then, baby. I have a lovely little cottage we can stay at. You'll love it. It's very secluded, just us, alone." He said with a smile. Draco held out his hand.

"Take me there." He said quietly. Lucas took his hand, kissed it, and Apparated them.

"Draco. Its fine. I've got it sorted. We can-" he stopped as he realised Draco had gone.

Oh god, no!

Harry raced to the floo point and flooed home quickly. He searched the house in a flurry. It was the only place Draco would have gone. And he wasn't there. He paced for a few minutes, wondering what to do. He had no idea where Lucas would have taken Draco. He stormed to the floo and took and handful of powder.

"Hermione!" he yelled through the house. "Ron!"

Hermione came running, hearing the panic in Harry's voice. "Harry! What's wrong?" she asked quickly. Harry was pacing again.

"That bastard took Draco!" he said, anguished. "He stole him right out of the ministry." He said, his voice breaking.

"What happened?" she asked quickly. Harry took a deep breath.

"Lucas sent Draco some roses. Draco thought they were from me and he came to thank me, but we worked it out. We decided to go home. I left, for two minutes, to clear the leave with my boss, and when I came back…Draco had gone." He said.

Hermione nodded.

"Right. Are you sure he wasn't at home?" she asked. Harry shook his head.

"I checked there first." He told her.

Harry was angry to find Hermione was smiling. "What?" he asked angrily.

"I didn't tell you this, but I have already planned for this occasion." She said. "When you showed me the ring you were going to give to Draco, I put a tracking spell on it just in case." She said. Harry couldn't help but feel hope at her brilliance.

"Thank god." He said, exhaling. "I'll get Ron; he'll help us." He said, jumping from his chair. Hermione watched him leave. Nothing could ever go right in Harry's life. Since Voldemort's defeat, Harry had been lost; there had been no meaning to his life.

Then Draco had come along, and made everything exciting again. Now this was going wrong. Hermione pulled out her wand and went to join Harry and Ron.

"Have you located him?" Harry asked anxiously. Hermione sighed. Harry kept asking.

"No." she replied. There was a minute of silence.

"Now?" he asked hopefully.

"No." she said again, trying to concentrate on the ring. It was a quickly placed tracking spell, so it wasn't one of her strongest.

"How about now?" Harry asked. Hermione lowered her wand.

"For goodness sake, Harry! I'm trying!" she said irritably. Harry looked down.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I just…I don't want him left with that weirdo any longer than needed." He added. Hermione felt guilty for snapped. Harry had every right to be nerve-wracked.

"No, I'm sorry. Just be silent for a moment while I find him, alright?" she asked gently. Harry nodded. She closed her eyes again and raised her wand, mumbling spells under her breath. There was a map spread across the table.

Seconds later, her wand pulled down and pointed at a location on the map. Harry and Ron crowded in to see. "Wiltshire?" Ron asked, nonplussed. Hermione sighed.

"Its not precise. The spell wasn't that strong." She said. Harry, however, was excited.

"Hermione, this is perfect! One of the Malfoy Mansion's is located in Wiltshire! I remember because Draco kept asking if I wanted to have a short break with him there." His voice got quitter. Now, he wouldn't even consider not going with Draco, but back then, he had refused. He had been more interested in work than going on holiday.

"Harry?" Ron asked slowly, sensing Harry's upset. Harry shook his head.

"During the war Draco allowed St. Mungo's to use it for patients when the real hospital was raided. There should be records of it at the Ministry." He said, remembering how quickly Draco had offered his help.

The mansion had been so big, and also stocked with house-elves that were ready to help. It was also under a protection ward, so the patients were save from harm. It had saved many, many lives.

"No need. You remember I helped in St. Mungo's during the war? I went there sometimes. I could probably Apparate there right now." She said. Harry jumped up.

"Lets go, then!" he said quickly. He took Hermione's arm and grabbed Ron.

"This is our room," Lucas said happily, gesturing to the room.

"What about my things? They were still at your other house. Did you bring them?" Draco asked. Lucas shook his head as he walked into the room.

"I bought you all new things!" he said, opening the drawers, revealing clothes. To Draco's surprise, and horror, everything in there was exactly to Draco's taste. He felt sick, wondering how long Lucas had actually been watching him before he made his move.

Lucas took Draco by the hand and sat him down. "I have a present for you." he said. Draco hoped it wasn't anything physical. Lucas pulled up his sleeve. Tattooed on his right arm was Draco's name in curly, cursive writing. Lucas was looking up at Draco expectantly. Draco knew he would have to keep going with this if he wanted to keep Harry safe.

"I love it." he said, trying to sound sincere. Lucas fell for it completely, his face brightened up.

"I knew you would!" he said gently. "The guy who did this is a friend of mine. We get you one, if you like. You could have my name…right here." Lucas traced a spot just over Draco's hipbone. Draco hated the idea of being marked with his name. Harry's, maybe, but never anyone else's.

"No!" Draco said quickly. Lucas blinked.

"I…I don't want anyone other than you touching me." He recovered quickly. Lucas smiled.

"Oh. That's fine, baby. I understand." He said gently. He pulled the ring from his pocket.

"Did Harry give you this?" he asked. Draco shook his head.

"No." he lied quickly. He couldn't stand it if Lucas got rid of the ring. It was the last connection he would ever have with Harry.

"I saw it one day while I was shopping. It reminded me of you, so I bought it." he said. Lies, lies, lies. Lucas had never looked happier.

"And you put it on your wedding ring finger?" he asked. "That's so cute of you," he said happily. Draco tried not to throw up.

"Here you go." Lucas slid the ring back on Draco's finger. Draco smiled, genuinely this time. Lucas would never have any idea the ring was a precious memory of Harry.

"I'll take you shopping tomorrow, angel." Lucas said. "Not Diagon Alley, though. Potter might see you and try and kidnap you again. We wouldn't want that, would we?" he asked with a smile.

"I'll buy you anything you like." He offered, stroking Draco's hair. Draco shuddered. This felt so wrong.

"But lets not talk about tomorrow. Lets talk about now. We could have an early night if you like. Christen the new bed, if you like." He purred. He leaned over and kissed the spot behind Draco's ear. Draco moved away.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, wondering why Draco had moved.

"Nothing. I just…I just want to sleep." He mumbled. Lucas didn't seem deterred.

"I'll change your mind," he said huskily, pushing Draco down on the bed. Draco shoved Lucas away. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he didn't care.

Harry was probably going out of his mind with worry. He knew Harry would be upset. He knew Harry would work out that Lucas had somehow gotten into the ministry and taken Draco and feel guilty, but Draco couldn't let Harry be hurt because of this. He would stay with Lucas.

Harry would get over him eventually. He would have to. He stared at his rind sadly. If only Lucas hadn't been in his life. He would have been happily engaged to Harry right now. Hell, he could have even been married by now. Married. To Harry. It was never going to happen now. He was never even going to see Harry ever again.

"Hey, baby, are you crying?" Lucas asked, worried. Draco turned his head away.

"No." he lied, looking down. He felt Lucas hold him and knew this was the way it was going to have to be in the future. He could no longer hide his tears from Lucas as he thought about his future…without Harry.

"I'll find him Hermione. Even if it kills me, I'm bringing him back with me." Harry said confidently as they walked into the Malfoy Mansion, hoping they would find Draco there.

…To be continued!

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