Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...
WARNING: gayness approacheth, and a kidnapping... and bad stuff, so watch out.
Harry slowly woke the next morning with Draco's arms around him and Draco's body spooning up next to him. He sighed and said,
"Are you awake Draco?" He felt Draco sigh and then heard him reply,
"Yeah, why?" Harry rolled over in Draco's arms, buried his head in Draco's chest and wrapped his arms tightly around his lover.
"I was just wondering." Draco responded by hugging him tightly and kissing the top of his head.
"Are you okay love?" asked Draco gently.
"I just want to be here," whispered Harry. "I had nightmares all night."
"I know. You woke me up a couple of times. You would be shaking and I would hold you. It seemed to calm you down."
"Well, if I didn't wake up gasping, which I don't recall doing all night, it worked. What day is today?"
"It's Saturday. I don't have to get out of bed for anything." Harry smiled.
"Is that a suggestion?"
"It might be. It might not be. It all depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Well, right now, I just want to lay here and hold you honestly." Harry squeezed Draco a little tighter and snuggled in closer.
"Did you have any plans for today?"
"I need a few things from Diagon Alley. After that, my intention was to spend the day with you. Did you have any plans?"
"I was thinking of going into London today. Get a few things from the shops." Harry bit his lip slightly. "Would you like to come with me?"
"I was thinking about it. If nothing else, I've always wanted a ride in a mustang."
"Well, you're in luck. It just so happens that I own a mustang." Draco smirked and tickled Harry. Harry squealed and squirmed.
"All right! All right! I give in!" shouted Harry. Draco looked smug as he got out of bed and started to get dressed. "Where do you want to go first? Diagon Alley or London?" Draco pulled on his black pants and thought for a moment.
"I'm thinking London first. I'd like to see it. Would you like to come to Diagon Alley with me after that?"
"I might. I might put on a glamour spell so that I can go in unnoticed."
"Fine by me."
"Is it?" Draco furrowed his brow. He turned his head and saw Harry sitting on the bed in jeans and staring at his feet intently.
"What do you mean?" asked Draco.
"I'm going to Diagon Alley with a fucking glamour spell on. I must seem like such a coward."
"Harry, I understand. It's not a-"
"No. No you don't. I want to go to Diagon Alley with you, but I can't go there without a glamour spell."
"You don't have to go."
"Yeah, that looks real brave too." Harry swung his arm into the dresser and his wrist made a dull thud. "Real brave, just like everyone wants me to be." He hit his wrist into the dresser again.
"Harry, stop that."
"Why?" Harry's expression was dead. Draco grabbed Harry's wrist quickly before he could land it into the dresser again. He pulled up Harry's arm and exposed the scars that he had seen on the arm but had never commented on.
"Because I know what these are. I know what you are doing. And I know where it will lead you. It won't help anything."
"Can't I just hurt for a minute? Can't I just feel the same way on the outside that I do on the inside?"
"No, because you know what will happen. It won't stop. It will feel better for a second, but then you'll want more. You and I both know that." Harry pulled his arm away from Draco, put on a black t-shirt and a leather jacket.
"Give me a second, I'll be right there," said Draco.
"Don't," said Harry coldly.
"Harry..."
"I want to be alone right now. Ok? Meet me for lunch at the Two Roses. We'll talk then."
"All right. I love you."
"I love you."
Draco left Diagon Alley around noon and hailed a cab into London. The cab dropped him off at the restaurant. It was an Italian restaurant and it had tables outside. Draco looked for Harry outside but didn't see him. He walked in and the host at the door said,
"Good afternoon sir, table for one?"
"I'm meeting a friend actually. I thought he would be here by now though. Has a Harry Potter made a reservation?" The host looked at his list and nodded.
"Mr. Potter made a reservation for two at twelve fifteen. He hasn't arrived yet."
"All right."
"Would you like to choose a table or wait here until he arrives?"
"I'd like a table outside please." The host picked up two menus and gave him a table outside. He asked his waiter for a brandy and waited patiently. After a half hour and a third brandy, Draco was starting to get worried. Harry may have been mad at him, but he normally wouldn't be this late and he wouldn't break a date without sending word in some way or another. After another fifteen minutes he really started to get worried. He paid the waiter for his drinks and then found a quiet and empty alley to apparate away to their house.
The house was silent and cold. It was so eerie that it chilled him to the bone. He ran up stairs and all around the house looking for Harry, but he couldn't find him anywhere. He pulled open every closet, looked in every room, he even looked in the attic which they used for storage. But Harry wasn't there. He apparated to the place in the mountains where he used to meet Sirius Black, but he wasn't there. He apparated to Diagon Alley and asked around for an hour. But no one had seen him. He ran into Flourish and Blotts and asked the owner about Harry.
"He was here a few hours ago," said the owner. Draco stood stunned for a few moments. "I know, I was surprised to see him on Diagon Alley too. Especially alone. He was hiding under a cap mostly and dodging people. But then he left."
"Did he leave with anyone?"
"No, but there was a man who followed him out of the shop. I've seen him before. You've seen him before too."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember the day you were here with Harry? The man who pushed you out of the way and made comments as to why a Malfoy was near Harry. He was following Harry out of the door. I ran around the counter and went out the front door to try and warn Harry, but Harry was gone and the man who was following him was looking around confused like he was trying to find Harry. I guessed that Harry knew he was being followed and apparted out or slipped away or something. What's wrong?"
"I can't find him. He was supposed to meet me for lunch but he never did. He's not at home, he's not in any of the secret places he would hide... I'm going nuts here. I can't find him."
"All right, all right, calm down. It will be all right." He clapped his hands loudly and got the attention of everyone in the shop. "I'm sorry everyone, we are closed. Please make your purchases now and have a wonderful afternoon." Within five minutes everyone had filed out of the store and the owner put up the closed sign. "Come with me." He led Draco to Ollivander's wand shop. The shop was empty except for the old and bent wand maker behind the desk.
"Hello Percy," said the old wand maker looking up at the book store owner.
"Hello Perius," replied the book store owner. "We have a problem." Mr. Ollivander looked up with a raised eyebrow and then he saw Draco standing behind the book store owner. He snapped his fingers and the closed sign went up and the door locked.
"What is the problem?" asked Mr. Ollivander looking back down at his books.
"Harry Potter is missing."
"How do you know that?"
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy now have a relationship as you well know. Mr. Potter was supposed to meet Mr. Malfoy for lunch, but he never arrived. Mr. Malfoy has been searching for Mr. Potter now for a few hours but can't find him anywhere. Now I know that your wands have tracking spells on them Perius." Mr. Ollivander gave him an annoyed look. "If Mr. Potter has his wand, we can find him. He could be in serious trouble." Mr. Ollivander put down his pen and looked at Draco.
"Do you think that he is in trouble?"
"Yes."
"And will you ever tell anyone that my wands have tracking spells on them?"
"No, I will never tell anyone."
"All right." The old man got up and led them through the stacks of wands and into a back room. There was a large compass-looking table in the middle that came up to their waists. It was a black reflective surface with gold lines drawn from the middle to the edge. There was a brass arrow mounted in the middle. Mr. Ollivander tapped the arrow three times with his wand then said,
"Holly and phoenix, eleven inches." The arrow spun around so fast they could only see a brass blur. After about a minute the arrow began to slow down and then suddenly stopped. Mr. Ollivander squinted at the line the arrow was pointing to. "He's in the country side of England... oh dear."
"What?" said Draco wanting to see whatever it was that Mr. Ollivander was seeing. The old man tapped the table and suddenly they could see the image of a room. Harry was unconscious on the floor of the room. The man who pushed them apart in Flourish and Blotts was standing over Harry.
"Why are you with that foul Draco Malfoy?" said the man. He knelt down next to Harry and gently stroked his cheek. "He dirties your good name. He sullies your skin. He makes you impure. But that's what you are. You are pure. I will purify you. I will wash you clean of that horrible person. I will show the world the purity I see in you." Draco saw the man's hands moving to Harry's pants.
"Stop it," Draco said suddenly. "I don't want to see this." Mr. Ollivander tapped the table and the image disappeared. Draco clenched his fists and stared hard at the table in front of him.
"Why was he on Diagon Alley?" muttered the book store owner. The realization suddenly hit Draco.
"He was upset this morning about his life... that he couldn't be on Diagon Alley without getting mobbed... he must have come here to prove to me and maybe to himself that he could do it." He slid down the wall and sat on the floor with his head in his hands.
"Mr. Malfoy, I can give you an exact map to where he is." He looked up at Mr. Ollivander who was holding out the paper to him. He took it and stared at the map through the tears in his eyes.
"I feel responsible," said Draco.
"But you aren't," said the book man. "The man's name is Terias. He's a dangerous wizard, but he's not as good as you or Mr. Potter."
"I still need help," Draco murmured to himself. "And I know where to go." He stood up and said to the two men, "Thank you for all your help. I'm going to visit Professor Snape."