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Without a Home: Chapter 5

Draco was walking through a dark alleyway headed to another part of town. He had long ago discovered that the alleyways often could be used as short cuts to get to different parts of London quickly. Well that was when he felt like walking. Sometimes he would apperate, but today he felt like walking.

He should have let one of the house elves to run errands for him. I mean everyone was beginning to annoy him.

"Oh I am so sorry that your parents died, Draco. Do you know what killed them? Do you have any idea of what happened to them?" Draco said in a mocking voice.

Draco smirked and then continued to speak to himself, as if he and the reporters were having a conversation.

"I don't know what happened to them if I had been there I would probably be dead too. Oh and if I was dead I wouldn't be answering your bloody questions," he said as if that was his reply to the reporters.

"Oh we are so sorry about all of the questions, but then again we don't really care so we will just ask you some more. What are you going to do now that you have inherited the Malfoy fortune?" He continued to mock the reporters.

"I am going to Disney World!" he said.

Draco silently chuckled at his own joke. When he had heard about those boxes that muggles call a television he had gone out to get one for himself. He had seen the Disney World commercials, as well as many other commercials.

He just hoped that he wouldn't run into many reporters. He couldn't understand why they just couldn't bugger off. He really didn't care about his parent's death. They didn't love him and he didn't love them. They had used him as a spy at Hogwarts and he had used them for money. Yet now he didn't need them anymore. He had their money and Malfoy Manor all to himself. He was living a life of luxury.

He continued making his way through the alleys when he heard a voice. He strained to hear what the voice was saying. He didn't even know why he cared. I mean it was only just a muggle talking. Right?

"Shut up and do what I say and it won't hurt. At least not that much," Draco heard the voice say.

That didn't sound too good. What was going on? Draco was really curious now. He stepped into the shadows as he rounded the next corner. He slowly crept in the darkness with a slyness only a Slytherin could possess. He did not know the reason he had sudden curiosity, but he did and he might as well satisfy that curiosity.

I mean it might be entertaining what ever was going on. He might stay and watch for awhile. Just kick back and relax and watch muggle fighting. At least that is what he assumed that was going to happen. Just a little bit of simple muggle fighting nothing more and nothing less.

Peering through the darkness he watched what was happening with very wide eyes.

There was a man with a girl in his arms. One of his bulky hands covered her mouth. The other held her arms roughly behind her back. Draco could see his fingernails digging into her flesh and her eyes that were so wide with fear.

This certainly was not the muggle fighting he had expected. He expected it to be two guys not a guy and a girl. He didn't like this. No one should harm a girl it just wasn't right.

"Filth like you deserves to be used and broken. You are a virgin right? Well even if you are you won't be for long," The man said as he shoved the girl to the ground.

Draco had to hold in a gasp. Rape. He was going to rape her. Destroy her innocence and destroy any desire she might have to live. He was going to destroy her. He was going to do much worse than he had expected. Draco was not going to let him harm that muggle girl. He didn't care what kind of blood she had. No one deserved this.

Without thinking Draco raised his wand and softly said the words, "Adava Kadavara". A burst of green light erupted from his wand and the man fell softly to the ground.

Draco slowly walked over to the dead man and the girl. His shiny black shoes silently hit the pavement. His hair hung in his eyes as he bent over the girl. At first he was afraid the killing curse had hit her too. Then he relaxed as he saw she had just fainted. From shock or something else he did not know. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself he was relieved that she was alive and he hoped she was okay.

Draco studied the girl. Her old worn clothes though loose and baggy still did not hide the fact she was underweight. Her ribs poked out and her cheeks seemed to sink into her mouth. Her hair was dirty and probably hadn't seen a brush in a while. One hand lay down by her side while the other was up by her face. Her shoes were very grotesque. They were covered in mud, dirt, and other things that Draco did not recognize. They had so many holes he wondered how the whole shoe didn't just fall apart and fall off of her foot while she walked.

Well no wonder she had fainted. It didn't look like she had the energy to move at all. She looked so weak and so fragile. It looked like if someone touched her she would shatter into a million pieces. If she got any thinner she would fade away. It looked like she was already fading. Already disappearing. Soon she wouldn't exist at all.

He felt sorry for her though he did not know why. No he did not feel sorry for muggles. No matter how bad there life may be he would not feel sorry for them. They were the scum of the earth and they deserved a bad life. He must focus on him having a great life full of wealth and power. For muggles did not deserve a life at all right? Only purebloods did.

That is what he had been taught all of his life. It is what he had learned and he had learned to accept it. He accepted it as a part of life that he was better than everyone else. Yet something made him want to help this muggle. To help her live, because if someone didn't she would die of starvation.

Plus she had almost been raped. Surely that was an excuse to help her out. It had to be an excuse. Plus he could just help a muggle just this once. No one would have to know about it. His parents were dead and he could keep the reporters from seeing her. If the reporters did see her they would be all over him even more. They would post it in every magazine and newspaper saying that he, Draco Malfoy, had gotten weak.

He could take her home and feed her back to health. Get her a warm bath and let her sleep in a bed. Get her some clean clothes and for god's sake a new pair of shoes. Then perhaps leave her with a few pounds and let her go off on her own. Yes, that is what he could do. He would have her for no more than a week. Just enough time to feed her till she was a decent weight.

As long as the Dark Lord and the reporters didn't find out anything would be fine. She could amuse him for awhile and then he would let her go. It couldn't be bad or anything. He had been taught to hate muggles. He had never been taught to not help them out once in awhile. He could help her while hating her. Right?

So he picked up her slender, underweight body into his arms. He was being careful with her as if she really were going to break. He scowled at the rapist that was dead on the ground and was sure to kick him in the head as he walked past him. Draco walked further back into the dark alleyway where he knew the chances of any muggle seeing him were slim. With the girl in his arms he apperated back to the Malfoy mansion.

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