Draco finally knew it at last. He was going to Azkaban for sure, there was no denying it. This was insane. He couldn't go to Azkaban! He was completely innocent! Well, about the muggles anyway. And it's not like he even wanted to be a Death Eater. He was bloody well forced into it! His father had told him if he didn't, then Voldemort could have killed him. All of them. It was pure and utter blackmail, and the jury had to see that.
Only if they caught him.
Draco was rather flattered that they sent Potter to find him. After all, he is supposed to be the best, isn't he? Which meant Draco had to be doing a damn good job of hiding if even Potter couldn't catch it.
Draco decided not to reply. This would piss Potter off even more, lessening his chance of finding him. It was easy enough to hide in the middle of a muggle town, actually. He landed himself a room in a cheap hotel in the middle of London. London was a big enough city to hide in, plenty of places to send Potter wondering about.
The room was actually rather disgusting. Draco wished he could be back home in a neat, clean bedroom instead of a filthy used one. But, it'd have to do. Nothing a bit of Magic couldn't solve anyway. After about ten minutes of spells and charms he was satisfied on his job. The old broken down, paint peeling, floor squeaking, dark greasy bedroom was turned into a regular basic looking hotel room now. Although only Draco saw it that way, the magic was hidden from muggles and would ware off before the next person to stay here got in.
Draco made himself a cup of coffee before settling down on the bed to write a bit more. An hour slowly went by, as Draco made a pile of ripped pages out of his book crumpled on the floor. The coffee felt so relaxing to Draco. His nerves seemed to dissapear after a while, and it felt good. Sitting there felt good. Actually being in a room that he could lock felt good. Draco sat up, and made his way to the window. He stared out, the neighborhood wasn't exactly the nicest of them all. It was shaggy, and rather dirty looking. It reminded him of Knockturn alley, which in some ways felt homier than under a bridge. He noticed that there were mostly apartments and flats across the street, and a gas station on the corner. The streets sparkled, it must have rained while he was writing. The moon was out, setting the roads to look like the ocean did under the stars. Draco was human, and he did enjoy the beauty of what rain could do to an ugly road. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. He stared out into the apartments, and his eyes met another stare from one of the lit rooms.
Harry dropped his suitcase on the table. Today was a rough day. Harry and Ron spent all day at the Ministry working out where Malfoy could be. Ron had continuously made jokes on how great the world was going to be when Malfoy was put behind bars. Harry agreed most of the time. He couldn't bare to keep hearing about the muggle murders, it was horrifying.
Harry made himself a cup of tea before collapsing on his couch and flipping the television on. There wasn't much on, so he stationed it at an old black and white film called, "Bud Abbott Lou Costello Meet Frankenstein". It was funny for a while, not much of it made sense. Then again, those two never really ever made sense.
Looking at the empty mug, Harry got up and went to wash his dish. He yawned, closing the cupboard door. He went to his window and stared outside. Everything looked beautiful- he adored the way the rain made the roads sparkle, especially at midnight. He let his gaze drift slowly towards the full moon sky, but his eyes stopped when he saw someone staring at him through a hotel window.
Draco couldn't figure out who it was, too far away. But it didn't matter, something else was going on that caught both of their attention. That damned cloaked man again, stalking behind two muggles! This was finally his chance, he could get to them before the cloaked man did.
Harry noticed the guy in the window staring at the road. And he knew why- Malfoy! He saw the cloaked boy stalking up behind two young muggle drunks. He had to get out there before Malfoy killed them. Harry grabbed his coat and flew out his door, making sure he had his wand ready.
Draco had no time to spare. He grabbed his wand, and dashed out the door and down the staircase. Time was ticking as his heart pounding against his chest. He could finally clear his name. He made it to the end, racing to the door.
Harry, wand in hand, burst through the open doors. This startled the cloaked boy, and the two muggles. Suddenly the other man from the hotel came through the doors, holding his wand. Harry stared in disbelief.
"Malfoy!"
