-Missing, Reward If Found-

Warnings: This story has been rated "M" for repeated use of language and possible sexual content none now. This is also a slash. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: Own not, profit not, sue not.

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Warm sunlight poured into the small room. The light gently lit the face of a man with long, blonde hair, making it appear almost white. His eyes fluttered for a moment, and then slowly opened…

Draco looked at the man lying on his bed. "I wonder if I'll be able to get those blood stains out. Aw, damn," he muttered to himself. He reached out and pulled the hair out of the man's eyes. Instantly, his eyes shot open and grabbed Draco's hand. Draco was met by a pair of stunning, emerald eyes. Slowly, the man lifted his head.

"Why am I here?"

"You passed out on my lap. You wouldn't prefer it if I had left you there?"

He paused. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Draco smirked.

"Is this your apartment?"

"Yes"

The man rested his head back down on the pillow. "Ooh…my head. Damnit," he sighed. He pulled his left hand through is hair, pulling it out of his face. Draco noticed a faint scar on his forehead.

"What's that on your forehead?"

His eyes widened and he clasped his hand over his forehead; eyes darting around the room, he spotted the bathroom, and sprung out of bed. He found himself to be too weak to quite make it though, and fell over next to Draco's chair.

He looked up, still clutching his forehead, and examined the blonde before him. He was met by a pair of cold, grey eyes. His mouth opened slightly. "Malfoy!" he exclaimed.

Draco's hand shot for his wand, and pointed it at the man's face. With the tip of his wand, he pushed aside the man's hand, which fell willingly. The man's eyes cast downward. Draco could see the scar clearly now, in the shape of a thunderbolt.

"Potter."

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Oh shit,thought Harry.

Well, after he passed out, he found himself asleep in a stranger's bed. Turns out that stranger was Draco Malfoy, arch nemesis, Death Eater, and your all-around pseudo-elicit asshole.

Things were not looking good. Harry cringed under Draco's gaze.

"What the hell are you doing here Potter?"

"Apparently you were the one who brought me here in the first place, seeing as this appears to be your apartment."

Draco paused.

"Why were you in a bar? A gay bar at that. The golden boy hasn't turned into a poof now, has he?" Draco smirked.

"Fuck off Malfoy," Harry attempted to get up, only to fall down again from Draco's firm arm.

"You're at my disposal. I wouldn't act like such a prick if I were you," Draco hissed. Then smiled and seductively licked his lips, bringing his lips to Harry's ear and whispering, "I wouldn't want any tension to come between us." He pulled back so he could see the expression on Harry's face

Harry's cheeks tinged pink, and he stared at the ground. His eyes softened, looking almost venerable. Draco raised an eyebrow, and Harry muttered, "Please. Don't." Harry started shivering, which turned into convulsions on the carpet.

Draco's eyes widened.

Merlin. What the fuck happened to this kid? Oh, fuck. No, stop that.

Draco stooped down and pulled the violently shaking young man into his arms, carrying him to the bed, which was now covered in dark crimson stained white sheets from Harry's wounds the night before.

"Don't touch me," Harry cried weakly.

Draco sighed and sat in the armchair again, thinking deeply.

I guess he can stay for awhile. But, I'm not sure how long we can stay here. We have to leave. Somewhere far away. I have to delay the Dark Lord. Fuck, what am I thinking! I'll just turn him in. No, I'm a Malfoy. I don't bloody well take orders from other people. We'll go to…Russia. Yes, we'll leave this apartment. I wonder whose it is…

Draco sat, eyeing at Harry's limp form. After making his final decision, he walked over to Harry and grabbed his arm.

"We're leaving."

Harry slowly opened one eye. "Why?"

"We can't stay here damnit. Come on."

Harry grunted and tried to sit up, unsuccessfully. Draco muttered something under his breath and picked Harry up. "We need to walk about 10 blocks south, then I'll apperate us."

This is such a bad idea.

Stumbling through the doorway of the bedroom carrying Harry, Draco glanced back at the bloody sheets. He quickly muttered a spell to replace the sheets, and slowly walked to the front door. The door slowly opened, and Draco froze. He felt the nearly-unconscious man go rigid in his arms.

A female voice drifted through the doorway, which suddenly stopped, and a cell phone, car keys, and handbag fell to the ground with a clatter.

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Yeah, sorry it's not longer. I'm not very happy with this story…
Please review, so I at least know if I should continue or not. Thank you. cacod