A/N: The song's Human Drama's Fascination And Fear. I've had this great inspiration to write this story again, and a nice part of the next chapter is already written. Therefore, I think the next chapter's updating won't take this long again.

Thanks to my beta-reader Sarya, who still managed to betaread the chapter even though she's busy. And a BIG thank you to all reviewers! More, I plead, MORE!

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Chapter Three: Fascination And Fear

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I see drunk teenagers everywhere, laughing and drinking whatever they have in their bottles. Girls giggling at guys, squirming in their short skirts and flirting openly. Boys acting macho, tough as what, and resting their palms on girls' arses. And that's what they are, just girls and boys…

"Watch out, arsehole!"

Waving my hand disrespectfully at the driver, whom I pissed off by rushing carelessly across the road, I continue my promenade towards the police station, narrowly missing the cars that don't always see me in the dark or just don't care.

I have to hurry, he might be leaving for home anytime. Damnit, my shoes are so soaked that the water, that is now warmed by my body heat, feels disgusting between my toes.

I am running, not caring about the swearing passers-by who dislike it when I splash water from the puddles onto their shoes, as I run along the sidewalk. It's not like their already ruined shoes would suffer tremendously from a few extra droplets of water, I bet they get annoyed 'just because'. Oh well, it's none of my concern.

The police station isn't too far away, and after fifteen minutes of light running, I find myself pulling the handle of the main door and stepping inside. My clothes are dripping water and there's a small pool forming around my feet. My hair is in rat tails, and I don't even dare to think about the condition of my make-up anymore.

"Excuse me, have you seen a dark-haired, green-eyed young man here recently?" I ask a rather young female police officer who happens to walk past me.

She turns her attention towards me and clearly cringes at my outer appearance. She's holding a pile of papers in her arms, but manages to point with her finger at another young woman behind the desk, next to the rooms where I was investigated. "Ask that woman over there, she might be able to tell you."

I nod a polite thank you and she rushes away, minding her own business. Hastily I try to comb my hair into some kind of order with my fingers, but I guess it's no use.

"Hello, can I help you?" The woman asks cheerfully, looking directly (and disturbingly intensely) into my eyes and smiles.

"Yes, I'd like to know if you've seen a young man here, about two or three inches taller than me, dark hair and green eyes." I look down at her, hope shining in my eyes, as I beg her to say 'yes, I have seen him'.

"And who are you?"

"Draco Malfoy. I was brought here today and I would think that he was, too."

"I am sorry, but if you don't know his name, it is impossible for me to see if he has been here."

I'm getting annoyed. "All I want to know is if you've seen someone like him here. I am sure his name has been mentioned in my files at some point, so if you'd be so kind to check what that name is."

"I am dearly sorry, but I am not allowed to hand out any information of this sort, you have to contact –"

"Look", I look at the woman behind the counter coldly, "He saved my life today, and I just want to thank him for what he did. I'm not some kind of blood-thirsty stalker who'd misuse the information, so you could just as well check for his phone number, or address or anything."

Her voice is tense now and her eyes aren't that warm anymore. "I cannot do that, sir. There are certain rules for us and personal data is something that –"

Getting. Pissed. Off.

"So, are you saying that I walked all the way back here in the rain for nothing?? It cannot be THAT hard for you to –"

"Please, sir, calm down or else I'll have to call the guards –"

"- check that one little piece of information and I'd be out of your hair in a second –"

"Jim! Aaron! We have a problem here!"

"FINE!" I throw my hands in the air and act like a baby, I know it, and I also know that this kind of behaviour is not helping anyone.

Frustrated with myself, I huff and puff and suddenly feel the huge need to rip out my hair. Irritated at the whole police system and my own inefficiency, I wrench the door open and step under the rain, shivering as once again the cold water connects with the warm water in my clothes. I can't remember when I last felt like shedding tears of anger, squeezing my fists so hard that my nails would pierce the skin of my palms, roaring up at the sky like a wild beast, and kicking the ground so hard that my foot would go through the surface of the pavement. The need to show the whole world how fed up I am with the all of this, all the misfortunes that I've experienced, all that smothering of my emotions, and keeping up the façade that was built way before I was even born. I know that I am not the way 'mommy and daddy' wanted me to be, and that the bloody etiquette that was forced into me isn't really necessary for me to follow anymore. But nonetheless, I am still the same arrogant, spoiled rich kid who can't stand it when something doesn't go as planned.

The sickly feeling of self-hatred rushes into my system once again, oh God I hate this feeling! I am nothing but an unnecessarity, a person who knows nothing and wants everything.

How dare that woman say 'no' to me and ruin my plans that never really existed in the first place!

How dare that rain touch my skin that is so stained already!

How dare those people just walk past me, gripping their umbrellas without seeing how angered I am!

How dare my parents raise their child to become like this!

Aiming all the strength that seeps through my pores, I kick at the very same bin where I threw that visiting card in just an hour ago. My foot connects with the thing with a loud bang, but unfortunately the pavement's glistering surface betrays me, and I fall.

I fall backwards, feeling how the ground disappears beneath me for a small period of time, until I feel my back hit the hard ground, causing me to hit my head.

"Such an idiot" I manage to mutter as something that I might call 'fairy dust' dances in front of my aching eyes.

My arse is sore, my head aches, my eye-sight is unfocused and I feel dizzy.

'Bloody fantastic. Just my luck.'

The irony is just too much.

The embarrassment.

I feel blank, but nonetheless I manage to understand how childishly I've been acting, and how much I actually deserve to get kicked in the head by fate. It's not like I yearn to get what I deserve and fulfill my destiny, I just understand why things go like this. But aren't morons like me (yes, I am able to fit into that category) supposed to be ignorant of how stupid they are? Oh well, I guess ignorance is bliss, as they say. This is where the problem appears.

'Here I am: a moron that is still proficient to comprehend his own situation, and therefore incapable of enjoying the sweetness of unawareness. The person who created me and my mental capacity must have been rather pissed or a lover of satire.'

And now I'm thinking things too deeply. The headache, that was due to the falling, just increases its potency and I realise that I haven't eaten since yesterday. I don't have enough money with me to buy anything filling to eat (for I expected to be dead by now), but in order to avoid dehydration I should buy something to drink, maybe something warm like coffee.

Throwing one menacing look at the damned bin, I scramble to my feet and head for the nearest café. I cross the vacant road that separates the police station from a little park, that is currently completely empty. There's some sort of pedestrian street pretty near the other end of the park and I can see the fine line of little shops and cafés on both sides of it. I think I ran along this street as I came back to the police station to find my mystery man, but I can't be sure. I have a bad street name memory and I didn't really care about my surroundings at the time.

I end up stepping inside this one Italian café that has dim lighting and green, rather exquisitely carved chairs, with one white flower in a vase on each round mahogany table. The paintings on the walls give a home-like impression, and the faint music in the background is rather soothing. I kind of like it, but somehow it also makes me wonder if the person who owns the place had any idea of what Italian cafés are like. I am not an expert on Italian cafés, but I had always imagined such places to be somewhat cheerful and full of laughter. A bit like the way the huge, ordinary families act in those Italian TV-series. The people I see are not exactly glum, I can see them smiling and talking quietly, but the urgency, quick moves and everything are gone. I guess it might also be the weather that makes people act this calmly.

The queue is not long and as it's my turn I order one latte and start rummaging through my pockets for few coins.

I feel my finder going through the pocket of my trousers.

Oh, damn.

A sudden wave of dizziness makes me stumble backwards and I fall into a chair.

"Love, are you okay?" The elder Italian woman with a foreign accent behind the counter asks worriedly, leaning over the counter.

"Ye-yeah", I nod and heave myself up again, grabbing the armrest to balance myself. "Sorry, I don't have any money with me. Could I please get a glass of water?"

"Don't worry, I'll pay for your coffee", a male voice says behind me. The voice is like warm honey, not overly sweet, but the kind of welcoming tenderness makes something inside me feel…just warm. The voice is familiar, I turn to look at the person…

And it's him.

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… TBC …

A/N: Commnets, comments…

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