Back again for Chapter 3…yay. Sorry its late, I went to the middle of nowhere for a holiday…no electricity.

Disclaimer…I do Not in any way own Harry Potter. If I did, Ginny would be very Dead! And Harry and Draco would be married.

Chapter 3: The Taken

Draco watched, horrified, as Dursley raised a clenched fist and brought it down across the screaming boy's face.

"Stop it Dursley!" Draco shouted, "What do you think you are doing?" he was more then a little shocked at his own out burst.

"He deserves it, lousy wretch; make a fool out of me will you?" Dursley's face was bloated and red, rage poured out of his very being, as he struck the now unconscious boy once more.

Draco had had enough. He could no longer stand to see such abuse being doled out in front of him, even if it was to Harry Potter, the Boy Wonder, and Hero of the bloody Wizarding world!

Draco withdrew his wand from his jacket's large pockets without too much of a struggle.

"Put him down Dursley!" Draco shouted, his wand at the ready and pointed straight at the over grown tub of lard.

Dursley's eyes flitted from Potter to Draco, back to Potter and then finally rested on Draco's wand, which was pointing straight at his crotch.

"You…You…You're one of them...you're…a…a" Dursley sputtered, his face seemed to pass red and moved to purple, "You're a Freak."

"Excuse me?" Draco screeched, not that he'd admit it, His angry eyes changed to outraged. "How dare you."

Draco raised his wand "Expelliamus!" he yelled.

Dursley was lifted away from Potter with a sudden jerk and was thrown across the room, landing, with a crash, into a bookshelf packed with muggle odds and ends and falling unconscious.

Draco huffed with disgust and turned to the broken, mostly unconscious boy whimpering on the bed. He was about to move, when there was an ear piercing screech coming from the doorway behind him. Draco rolled his eyes and turned toward the noise.

Standing at the door was Dursley's horse-faced wife dressed in a high-necked, white, cotton nightgown and an expression of horror spread across her face. Behind her was her overgrown mammoth of a son, clutching her shoulders timidly.

"What have you done? What have you done to my husband?" with each word she uttered the volume got steadily louder, until she sounded just like the banshee Draco had heard once.

"Me?" he asked in his best 'I-am-so-innocent-yet-sooo-not' voice as he waved his wand in front of the two, now 'piss in their pants', terrified muggles.

"You…you're one of them aren't you?" the horse-like woman asked, terror seemed to ooze out of her very being.

Draco chose to ignore her and turned back to Potter, talking as he did.

"Do you know who he is?" he asked while moving over to the bed. Leaning over slightly he brushed a sweat slicked lock of ebony hair away from his forehead, baring the brutal curse scar, it looked horribly red and infected, especially in comparison to his creamy white skin. He turned back to the muggles.

"Do you have any idea what would happen to you if the Wizarding World should find out what you've been doing to him, how you've been treating him?" Draco's icy blue eyes narrowed before turning back to Potter.

"Tell no one I've come, tell no one I've taken him or I'll come back." Draco's eyes rested on the muggles again, their icy blue depths promised disaster, "You don't want me to come back."

That said Draco wrapped Potter's tatty blanket around his whimpering form and gathered the thin boy into his arms.

Now had Draco been slightly less intoxicated as he was, he might have wondered what the hell he, Draco Malfoy, was doing rescuing Harry Potter, the Boy-Bloody-Wonder, and his personal worst enemy. However, as it stood, he wasn't able to think quite that clearly; it hurt too much. Had he been able to, he might have asked himself 'why the hell did he have Harry Sodding Potter nestled against his chest like a bloody baby, when he was a person that Draco hated with every single bone in his, amazingly gorgeous, very pure-blooded, anti-Dumbledore and Boy-Who-Lived, body! But the only answer his middled mind came up with was 'Who knows, who cares, but it sure feels nice.'

Stupid Brain.

Draco turned to the end of the bed, manoeuvred the smaller boy's body slightly, so he could use his wand. He pointed it at the locked trunk and muttered a couple spells. Instantly the trunk shrank and levitated into Draco's pant pocket.

"You can't do that." The woman screeched, "You're still in school aren't you? So you can't use magic?"

Draco snorted, "One, I'm a Malfoy and we can do whatever we want, and two," he glared at the woman, still standing with her son at the bedroom door; Draco had thought that they had left. "Two, I'm seventeen you stupid muggle. At seventeen you're allowed to do magic outside of school."

Draco then swept passed them, with Potter curled against his chest like a lost kitten, trumped down the stairs with loud thuds and then out of the filthy muggle house.

Once outside Draco was at a loss as to what to do. He shifted Potter again; no matter how skinny the boy was he was beginning to get heavy and walked out to the curb.

Draco could remember, from years ago, his father ranting about the poor public transport in the Wizarding World, he hadn't really being paying attention but he vaguely recalled that a magic signal of some sort called a bus…or something like that.

Frowning, Draco chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully, he raised his wand to the sky and prayed to whatever deity that deigned to listen, for some sort of transport to arrive.

It didn't take long, less than a minute really, before a large, glaringly purple (it was an offence to Draco's stylish nature), triple-decker bus with the words 'Knight Bus' written in gold across the side appeared in front of him and a now completely unconscious Harry Potter. The bright purple doors opened and a young man, around 22, stepped from the bus. His clothes were ratty and his face had the worst case of 'ugly' Draco had seen for quite some time, not to even mention the guy's acne and B.O.

"'Lo my name is Stan Shunpike 'n oi'm da c'nducta of da Knight Bus, 'mergency transport for 'ny witch or Wizard in distress."

Draco blinked in an 'owlish' manner, trying to process what the man had just said.

"Well, what chyou lookin' at, we aint got all night ya know, lots a people ta drop of ya know, can't keep da bus waitin'" Stan barked, his rough cockney accent grating on Draco's upper class and cultured nerves.

Getting on the bus, Draco turned to the conductor, "Um, I'm afraid I only have muggle money on me."

"Tha's fine. Wit' chyou an' ya friend, depending where ya goin' o' corse, it should come ta 'bout," Stan paused, pondering for a minute, "ten quid. So where ya goin' Laddy-boy?"

Draco cringed, 'Laddie-boy?', then he had to think, where did he want to go? The manor was out, too many people watching, both Dumbledore's people and those death eaters, maybe his mother war right to be paranoid.

"Where am I going?" he asked out loud.

"Yes. Where! I can't tell Ernie ta go 'till we knows where it is you be needin' ta go, now can I?" Stan the conductor said impatiently, pointing to the aged driver at the front of the bus.

Draco put Potter on the nearest bed, freeing up his now very sore arms, and turned back to the conductor, gnawing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. The Cottage would probably be the better option. It was away from the Wizarding World, away from prying eyes and most importantly away from Dumbledore and Voldemort and anything else that might prevent Potter's healing. Not to mention Draco owned The Cottage out right, thanks to old Grandmother Malfoy's will. Thank the Gods the Old Bat died. Once at The Cottage, Draco could figure out what the hell he could do.

"I'd like to go the Clear Water Cottage, in Roehaven and near the muggle town of Glenhuntly. The coordinates are 67A, 34C on the 'Standard Wizard's Map'" Draco stated.

"Right," said Stan, "Ten quid should cover it." He held out his hand.

Draco reached into his slacks' pockets and pulled out a Dragon hide wallet and ruffled through it. He pulled out a couple notes; he assumed it was at least close to what Stan wanted. When Stan nodded Draco knew he had guessed correctly.

"Right, Ya 'eard da boy Ern." Stan shouted, and the bus took off.

The speed of the take off caused Draco to collide into the nearest bed and fall straight on top of Potter.

"Ya might as well stay there boy-o," Stan told him, "Even wit da Knight Bus, we's got a long way ta goes ta-night an you're last on de list."

Draco nodded, and the yawned loudly, rolled to lie beside Potter. As he drifted to sleep he was mildly aware of the intense summer heat giving way to the relief of a loud summer storm and then he knew no more.

"Oi…Oi…Oi laddie, Wake up boy." That grating tone of the cockney accent, Draco decided, was not an optimal way to wake up. Especially considering that painful throb that crashed within his head like a dragon on a rampage.

Groaning softly, he opened his eyes and then blinked to bring the world into focus however he instantly wished he hadn't, as the first thing he saw was an amazingly ugly and horrendously pimply face.

Draco groaned again then rolled over and bumped straight into Potter's prone form. His remnant sleep instantly cleared as he remembered his actions from the past few hours.

"Uhgg…What time is it?" he asked, his voice was slurred and any action he made caused his head to explode into shattering pain.

"Jus' comin' ta sun up." Stan replied, as if that answered all Draco's questions.

Letting out a steadying breath, he slowly sat up.

"Looks like ya 'ad a hell o' 'n night boy-o" Stan chuckled.

Draco grunted in a non-pure-blooded fashion.

"Would ya like a pepper-up potion lad?" called the old man from the drivers seat.

Shaking his head, the immediately regretting it, Draco raised his wand to his head, "Sobiratus" he muttered and his head cleared as the magic made its way through Draco's body.

So with a newly cleared and mostly painless head, he removed himself from the Knight Bus bed and then reached down and lifted the thin, frail body of Harry Potter into his arms.

"Thank you." Draco said graciously as he stepped down from the bus and into the soft dawn creating twilight like effect.

The moment his feet touched the ground the garishly purple triple-decker bus was gone.

Turning to face the east, he walked to the empty place where he knew the wards began that hid the Clear Water Cottage from sight, magic traces and the like.

He gently laid Potter on the ground and then turned to the wards. He tapped his wand on the ward in front of him and said "Draco Lucus Malfoy" in a clear voice. As he did so the wards opened and gave a clear view of a double story weatherboard cottage. It creamy white with large windows and a thatched roof, with so many weatherproof charms attached it was funny. Old Bat Malfoy hated the rain. Growing from the roof were draping vines that fell down the sides of the cottage creating a sort of wild effect.

The gardens were amazing, the had the 'out of control, wild' look and roses of all colours grew everywhere, amongst the roses were all manner of other flowers, some with magical properties and some without, littered throughout the front garden were small shaded pergolas stood, with creepers grew with abandon. The cottage got its name 'Clear Water' from the small river that ran through the land and the gardens were influenced by this, as could be seen by the beautiful water features and small creeks that were created for the front garden. Truly The Cottage was a sight for sore eyes. Taking a deep breath, Draco stepped through the wards. He had walked but a few steps when he whirled opened the wards again, stepped out, gathered Potter in his arms and then went back through the wards, cursing his idiocy.

He walked through the sweet smelling garden by way of a gravel path and then entered the little cottage. Well little by his standards anyway.

He would catch a couple hours sleep, decided Draco, and then he could figure out what the hell he was going to do about Potter. He climbed the stairs slowly, and then entered one of the guest rooms, placed Potter on the large bed situated in the centre of the room and then fell down next to the dark haired boy, Yes he would figure it all out later was his last thought as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, breathing in that musky sweet scent of the body next to him.

…To be continued.

Well? What did you think? Was it ok? Long enough?

Okay. Now for the Authors Note. …And a bit of a plead.

Umm I loved all of your reviews and will love even more. You're all fantastic.

One reviewer picked up on a couple of problems with my previous chapters; I hope I have corrected them. Same said reviewer picked up a few problems with the plot, like Dursley giving Draco beer and not wine and the fact that Draco was at the Dursley's at the first place. Now first I'd like to say that this story is not meant to be taken seriously. While I love angst and a deep plotline as much as anyone, I didn't particularly want to write that…deep plots mean I have to think…and sometimes that hurts. so while there is a reason for Draco going to the Dursley's it's not really very good or even well thought out. In fact it's quite dumb. See Draco was going in his Father's place…and why would Lucius want to go to the Dursley's? That's right to Get to Harry. So Harry was kind of right in Chap 2

However Draco didn't not know this plan, he went simply to settle his dear Dad's muggle business stuff. So he had no idea. see dumb.

As to why Dursley gave him beer…well I figure Draco would know what wine is, 'cos he's classy, but he's have no idea what beer is, other then Butter beer which is non-alcoholic.

This really is a story of convenience, if I think something should happen to further the story…like Harry's clothes disappearing from his body to get Draco to jump him then bye bye clothes. heh heh I just imagined that…hmm maybe that should happen?

So thanks to: White Phoenix Bandit, sbkar-for picking up my mistakes, minidragon, Kat1132, k-cat-glad you don't mind, plotbunnybrat-glad you liked it enough to review, oliversangel-don't cry, it's not that sad ; I've fixed the other chaps so its not that hard to see the POV changes(hope it works), lightningchick, Silver Vampire of the Shadows, DestinyEntwinements-that answer your question, DarkEnchantor-new chap and I'm not stopping, volume and finally –X-Nefertiri-X- I love you all.

Now for my plead…I'm in need of a beta can anyone help?

Love Sanie.

Please Review, sorry 'bout the long AN