A/N: Hello! Here is the second chapter of Finding Draco :). I'll try to write as fast as I can, and hope I can sort of keep your interest.
After enjoying his time with his daughter, he stood up and got his bag. He took some International Floo Powder, stood in the fireplace, and looked at Hermione. "Take care, Hermione. Will you also tell Ron?"
Hermione nodded, before Harry clearly said, "Amsterdam, The Netherlands."
It always was a hassle, Flooing to another country. He showed them his wand, and they searched his bag as standard procedure. After half an hour he was free to go, and he Flooed to a city called Emmeloord, and took a stroll around.
It was a nice day for an Autumn, but clouds were forming in the distance, miles away. The sun shone warmly, and people were milling about. Some were going to the supermarket, and Harry looked up at the sign. In blue, bold letters stood the words Albert Heijn*. He walked past that and looked around himself. While walking, he passed a pet store, a barber, various clothes stores and much more.
After he passed all the stores, which was slightly more than a five minute walk, he finally arrived at his hotel.
Before he knew it, he was directed to his room. Silence greeted his ears when he closed the door. Harry quickly unpacked, and eyed the soft bed, let himself fall on it, before he promptly fell asleep, the Flooing wearing on him.
When he woke up again, the first sound that greeted him was the rain, which softly pitter pattered against the window. He opened his eyes to dim light, yawned and stretched slowly. The dark haired man didn't even bother to get up. Every molecule in his body protested, and he closed his eyes tiredly. He Summoned some food, and he sat up to eat some. It was curious how he felt more rested, yet wearier then ever, being in the same city as his mate. He knew, for he had some one research it, and he felt it. After eating, he let the tray float over, and snuggled in his bed, sighing. It was such a delicate situation, and he wondered what the outcome would be.
He touched his necklace, the one Draco had gotten for him when they realised he was pregnant. It was something he cherished with all of his heart. He hoped he could talk it out with Draco, no matter what it took. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next day dawned with a lot of clouds, yet there wasn't any rain. He changed out of his pyjamas and into his casual Muggle clothing, and left the hotel. He turned left, and saw that there was a market, which piqued his interest. Something pulled him to it, and he frowned. It wasn't a bad pull. But even though it wasn't, Harry was still cautious. Some Death Eaters fled England and decided to settle where they fled to. He weaved through the stands, different kind of smells assaulting his nostrils. The green eyed man smiled lightly, the familiarity of bustling people calming him a bit from the pull he felt, though making him no less alert. Some teenage girls walked passed, engrossed in their own conversation. One looked up and smiled at him, before they passed him altogether.
He hummed lowly in his throat, just enjoying walking around. The sun wasn't shining, but that didn't mean it was cold, even in the early morning. However, he felt the same pull, now more obvious, as he took his stroll around. He mightn't have been in a great state, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid, nor slow. Harry edged nearer to the trace, and thought he recognised it. It coiled gently around him. Not dangerous, then, thought Harry.
He turned a corner, right on the road where cars would be driving in to the parking lot, if the market wasn't there, and stopped dead in his tracks. Blond hair, the one of a kind one, was placed on top of a face he knew so well, so intimately. "Draco," he breathed, when the blond turned around.
When the grey eyes swept over the green ones, recognition set in. He turned around and ran away as quickly as his legs could possibly carry him. Harry's breath hitched in his throat, before he gave chase, his face as white as a sheet in shock. He mindlessly continued following his mate, losing sight of him every now and then, before he saw that paleness again, as if he wanted to be found, even though his running contradicted that.
Harry's breath came in short pants, and he grimaced as he kept on running, sure the blond most be exhausted by now. They ran over a bridge, and Harry nearly knocked a bicycler over. He threw a quick apology, before giving chase again, nearly losing sight of the blond again. He growled low in his throat as they ran across a small alley, leading to a living area. Here Harry lost all sight of Draco, turning around to see if he could find something. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pull, one he hadn't felt for three years. After less than a minute he opened his eyes again and determinately walked to one of the houses, ringing the bell. If need may be, he would blast the door in, consequences be damned. He had found his mate, and he wouldn't let go. He would get to the bottom of this. Harry rang the bell insistently again, his heart beating loudly. "Open the door, Draco," he murmured under his breath, willing the man to open it.
And open the door went, if only a crack. Draco's tired face poked through the gap. "Harry, go away, please. Just walk away."
Harry was rather startled. He had expected denial, anger, even. Not this silent resignation. "Draco, what happened? Why did you leave."
The man glanced around suspiciously, before resting his gaze on Harry again with a small smile, before he wiped it away. "If you know what's good for you, Harry, you'd better leave." He started to close the door, but Harry was having none of it. He planted his foot firmly in the way. "I, for one, never knew when to quit, and in fact, you're the one who's good for me. I just can't simply walk away." He forced the door open, not once breaking eye contact. The trapped and scared look in Draco's eyes made him frown, but he took a step forward, not backing down until he was in the hallway and he let the door close behind him. "Now that I'm here, you can start to explain."
Draco just crossed his arms with a scowl. "What is there to explain? I left you, didn't I? Isn't that enough of a hint to leave me alone," he hissed, eyes shooting fire.
"Draco, I have been with you for two years. Do you truly think I don't know you yet? I know something's wrong, and believe me when I say that I'll find out what's wrong. I won't abandon you," he whispered, before turning around and walking out of the door, letting it fall shut behind him for the second time.
Draco leaned his back against the door, tears brimming his eyes and exhaustion made him slid down. If only Harry could understand that he did all this to protect him...
Harry was back in his hotel again after a while when he went the wrong way. He began pacing as soon as he set foot in his room and had closed his door. There was something off, he knew. Well, of course he knew. He had known it for three years. Draco had looked so scared when he saw Harry, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Was some one threatening him? Was he afraid Harry would hate him? He snorted at the last bit. Of course not. He couldn't possibly hate his mate, even though he left. So he fell back on his first question. Was some one threatening Draco? That person should've done so in England... He sat down on the ground, weariness heaving him down. Why would some one possibly threaten Draco Malfoy? Sure, there were people who were shocked that Draco Malfoy was the lover of Harry Potter, and some looked at the blond with disgust, but was it enough to threaten some one all the way to another country? Well, yes, of course. He decided to Floo to Malfoy Manor. After Draco disappeared the bond between the blond's parents and him was stronger, and he contacted them often.
"Malfoy Manor, England," he said, throwing the Floo Powder down. A house-elf greeted him, and he asked for Narcissa. She was the one he was closest to. A minute later she came hurrying up to him, and she kneeled down. "Did you find anything?" she breathed, anxious to know his answer.
He nodded. "Yes, I did. He's here, and today I followed him. Well, chasing is a better word. I just wanted to ask you if you could sniff around some arrests made on coercion or something of the like? I think Draco was threatened out of England."
Her eyes widened. "You really think so? To when should they be dated back?"
Harry bit his bottom lip, thinking. "The beginning of my pregnancy. I think that's a great starting point. God, why didn't I think of this before." He let his head fall forward into his hands and sighed.
"It's alright, Harry. I'll look into it, and we'll see what we'll find. Just try to hold on."
He looked up and managed a weak smile. "Thank you, Narcissa. Thank you so much."
She smiled and nodded. "It's no bother. I'll keep you posted."
He nodded and ended their Floo call. Harry sat down with his back against the sofa, eyes looking into the fireplace. He would get to the bottom of this. After all, with Narcissa by his side, things would progress much more faster.
A/N: Emmeloord does actually exist, and I know it rather well. It's a city in the province Flevoland. Just thought I would let you know :). Oh, and the Albert Heijn is actually a supermarket chain :).