WARNING: This is a slash story meaning a guy and guy relationship. So don't read it unless you want to.

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Rating: PG13

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Chapter 3: What Now?

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Recap: What happened in the last Chapter-

In the last chapter you learn that somehow Narcissia has manage to persuade Lucius into letting Draco leave and choose the side  he wanted. So Draco leaves and currently he's on his way to god knows where. Well Draco and I do, but you and Harry will have to wait.  FYI I will get back to how Narcissa has power over Lucius and it will make sense. I hope.

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"So you mean to tell me that your Dad just let you leave?!" Harry questioned.

"Well yes and no. I'm sure my Mom had a lot to do with the decision but that's not the point," Draco retorted.

"Then what is?"

"The point is I got out. I bet the high and mighty Potter always thought I wanted in," Draco noted, seeing the surprised look on Harry's face.

"Well, yeah actually. Wouldn't you? Think about it, you act like a jackass all the time. Find the most repulsive demeaning things funny. Not to mention your Dad is on a first name basis with the man who killed my parents."

"You shouldn't blame me for something my father did or had a part in. Hey, do you think you could finish your mediwitch shit any time soon?"

"For someone in so much pain, you'd think you would be more grateful that I'm actually doing this for you and not leaving you on the doorstep! By the way, is your mom a death eater?"

"Well that question came out of nowhere. I guess I'd have to say yes and no, she's…"

"Yes and no?" Harry repeated.

"Look, I'll tell you about that odd story later; do you want to know why I'm here, or you rather interrogate me?"

"Both, but go on, finish your story. I'm almost done with this anyway.

"Gee, it only took you-"

"Malfoy!"

"So…"

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"I was flying over London with that godforsaken cloak on-"

"What do you mean? Who doesn't like an invisibility cloak?" Harry interrupted.

"I like the cloak but the stupid thing kept blowing off and it just annoyed me."

"You know there is a spell that secures it to you," Harry countered.

"Well, I guess I didn't think of it," Draco said a little solemnly. Why didn't I think of it?

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The wind rushed through Draco's hair, making it lash at his face like a thousand little whips. Wincing at the pain in his face, Draco swerved down to look for a place to stay for the night. The next day would be along flight so he had to get some rest.

Hmm, broom diminutive, Draco thought, glancing at the buildings as his broom shrunk to pocket size. Oh a cloak store! I'll have to come back and check that out later. Okay, umm, here we are Old Schneider's Place. Is that right? I've never even heard of this place. I guess it will just have to do.  

Draco walked in timidly, although his face held the sheer presence of arrogance, wrapping his cloak tightly around him.

"Hello."

"Yes?" replied a man in his mid thirties. He was sitting at the desk, viewing a replay of a quidditch game from his wand.

"Yes. I would like a room."

"Yeah, I'm sure you would," the man replied still staring at the 'screen.' "How many nights?"

"Just one."


"Ok, here," the chap tossed Draco a key that was hanging on a hook by the desk that had the numbers 302 etched onto it. Great, three floors up. Draco placed some money on the desk and walked away.

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"I can't believe this," Draco mumbled to himself scoffing at his surroundings. I don't really feel like a nap.    What to do? Oh yes that store.

Draco put all his belongings on his bed, locked the door and walked out the main lobby, walking briskly by the man at the front desk.

"Wait," Draco heard behind him, "Was that a Malfoy? Here?!" and a bit louder, "Have a nice day, sir!"

"Imbecile," Draco muttered.

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Draco, having bought one or two items he knew he didn't want or need, headed back to the room for a good nights sleep. 

Ok the blue one I needed. Draco thought, trying to justify his recent transactions. I don't have a blue one, well not in that shade. And the green one I definitely needed, it just looked so good on me. I guess what they say is true about old habits being hard to break. Oh well. Good thing I only brought a small amount of money or I probably would have spent it all.

At that moment, about three blocks from the motel, a blackish blur rushed into Draco, dragging him into a nearby alley.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Shut up" the hooded figure grumbled. "Give me what you got!"

"What?"

"Man, give me your money, and the ring right there!" he said getting irritated.

"Or you'll what? DO you know who I am?"

"DO I look like I give a damn about who you are? Give me your shit or Ill shoot your head off!" the man began to shout, revealing a small pistol and pointing it straight at him.

Draco went for his wand but the man stopped him.

Shit! I can't believe this. IS that a GUN? Here? Is this a muggle? What is going—

"Why are you just standing there? Do you want to die?"

"No, ok," Draco finally responded taking out his money.

"And the ring"

"No not the—"Draco was cut off by a slender black tube in his face. "Ok here."

"Thanks!" The man said and while pummeling the blonde over the head with the gun. Draco fell clutching his head while the hooded figure continued to kick him in the stomach before running away.

Draco dug into his cloak and found the silver and gold necklace, clutching it.

"Thank you Mother." He murmured before promptly passing out. 

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Draco woke some time later with an excruciating headache. Groaning, he looked around. He was cold and it was dark. As Draco rose he felt the pendant and necklace in his right hand. I can't believe this is happening to me. What did I do?  "Think of it as punishment for pass indiscretions." Popped in his head but Draco waved it off.  What time is it?  

Crash

"Who's there?!" Draco yelled, whipping his head at the noise as a cat emerged form behind a trash can. The motion caused his injured head to pulse with pain. Of course! Oh god that hurt my head! I need to get back to my room.

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Draco had taken a shower and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror examining his bruises, flinching at the purple spots on his abdomen.  I can barely touch them, dammit where is the Weaslette when you need her.

Ginny had been recently working with Madam Pomfrey on her mediwitch training. Draco being the drama queen spent a lot of the last year in the hospital wing over a little bruise here or a coughing fit he'd had. So naturally when he noticed that Ginny was there and the one normally working on him he would start up small conversations. One would think he'd bother to learn a few things while he's there too, but maybe that's just a little too much.

"Bugger!" Draco yelled at no one in particular and went in to the bedroom to change and get ready to leave.

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Ok, so onward we go, I know it's been a while but I really didn't have the time to write. So I will be doing better now I promise. I'm also working on my other story "The Boy Next Door" so I'll announce when I have a few chapters ready to post at one time!!!  I am also sorry that the chapters are so short but I just have a feeling I should stop here before going into his next stop.

So:

Where is Draco going now?

Why doesn't he know any med spells?

When will the story come back to the present?

How long will Lucius stand for this?

Stay tuned and you'll find out. :-D

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