A/N: Please be kind. This isthe first fanfic I ever posted, and I'm gonna make mistakes. Oh, and I don't own any of this, probably not even the plot. This is going to be slash eventually, so you have been warned. Take the rating seriously, my characters tend to have potty-mouths, and there will be violence, child abuse, sexual situations, etc in this fic.


Draco gaped at Harry. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope. This is it, Malfoy, your chance. I am offering you the best deal you will ever get. So what's your choice?" Harry leaned against the wall, looking cool and calm, as if the answer meant nothing to him.

"And what do you get in return?" Malfoy asked.

"Simple. I don't have to kill you. Or fight you. Or worry about you trying to kill me. That's it. Now, are you coming or not? Cause your father is going to be done in there soon and I'd like to be as far away as possible before then," he said, pushing off of the wall.

Draco considered his options for a minute before heaving himself to his feet. "Let's go then. I really have no desire to meet my father on the way out."


Harry led Draco through ever dirtier and smaller alleyways. After a few minutes, it was apparent that they had crossed into Muggle London. The pure-blooded wizard was confused.

"Potter?" He asked.

"What?"

"How did we get to Muggle London without going through the Leaky Cauldron?"

The raven-haired boy paused a moment. "That's not the only way in or out of the Alley. Hell, they'd have caught me a week ago if I had to keep going through there. Anyway, hurry up and follow me. I'll answer at least some of your questions when we get to my place." Without another word, Harry resumed his grueling pace through the alleys.

Draco shrugged and turned his attention to keeping up with the smaller boy. Playing against Potter in quidditch, he'd known the Gryffindor was fast on a broom, but he hadn't ever seen quite how fast Potter was on his feet. It was almost impossible to keep up with the boy, despite Draco's much longer legs.

In a tiny alley next to an enormous dumpster, Harry stopped and turned to Draco. "Are you wearing pants under those robes?"

"What?" Draco nearly shrieked. "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Don't be stupid," Harry said. "This is Muggle London, Malfoy. As in, no bloody robes. I can give you a shirt, I'm wearing an extra, but I've only got one pair of pants, and I'd rather not do magic." The look he favored his erstwhile companion with would have done Snape proud.

"Oh," Draco said, a flush rising on his cheeks. "Yes, I am wearing trousers."

"Then what are you waiting for, dunce? Shuck that robe already!" Harry threw a t-shirt at the blonde. He waited just long enough for Draco to pull the shirt on before starting off again.

Harry kept up the pace, leading Draco farther and farther away from the Wizarding world and deeper into the London slums. They passed through areas that Draco would never have gone into on his own and places that weren't quite that bad, until finally stopping in front of a building that looked like it should have been condemned before Hogwarts was built.

"Uh, Potter, is this where we are going?" The blonde shot a dubious look at the building.

Harry smirked. "Don't worry, it's better on the inside," he said. Then he shook his head, "never mind, you'll hate it anyway, I doubt it's up to your standards." He led the way up to the building's front door and once inside, began jogging up the stairs.

Five flights later Draco was panting, cursing under his breath...at least when he could get enough air to do so, and sweating. "Goddamn it Potter, how many fucking floors does this hellhole have? And are you a fucking bird or what?"

Harry laughed, causing Draco to grumble even more. "Keep your pants on, Malfoy," he said, "we're here." He unlocked the door and entered in front of the Slytherin boy.

Draco felt the tingle of exceedingly strong wards as he followed Harry into the flat. He glanced around at the room they'd entered. He'd expected the worst, but was surprised by the cleanliness of the flat. Obviously it had been ages since any work was done, the walls were stained and the floors were atrocious, but someone had taken care to remove every single speck of dust and dirt.

Everything was muggle, save for the potion setup on the kitchen counter. 'Potions,' Draco thought, 'why would Potter, who sucks at potions, have that here?' Shrugging off the thought, he continued his perusal of Potter's abode. 'Not as bad as I thought it would be, but why is he here? Where is his family, his friends, or Dumbledore's people? Isn't he their Golden Boy?'

"So, Scarhead, where's your fan club?"

Harry turned at Draco's sneering question. "How should I know? It's not like I care," he said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug.

The gaping goldfish look on Draco's face was met with a chuckle. "Oh, I guess you are a bit behind, aren't you Malfoy? I suppose it's time to give you some answers."

"That would be most appreciated," Draco managed after he pulled his jaw up from the floor.


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