Warnings: Language, sexual references. . .I think that's it. Future M/M pairings.

Chapter One: Missing

Draco gave a sharp cry as he was shoved off the couch in the living room of the apartment he shared with his best friend, Pansy Parkinson. He gave Pansy one of his most coldest glares, all the while rubbing his head were he had hit it on the floor.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

"I was bloody well tired of listening to you! You were talking in your sleep!"

"Well, you didn't have to shove me off the sodding couch! It's not my fault you refuse to let me sleep in your room. You know I'm bloody gay, it's not like I was going to perve on you or something." Draco replied grudgingly.

"Well, if that's what you do when you sleep, I don't think I'll be letting you anywhere near my room." Pansy said, looking at Draco with a disgusted look on her face.

"Now what the hell did I do?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure you were having a bloody wet dream!"

"Oh! And I'm sure you've never had any! And I wasn't having one!"

"That's not the problem!"

"Then what the hell is?" Draco asked, beginning to regret going into it. He had an idea of what he had been saying in his sleep.

"The problem is the fact that I had to listen to it! And you know what makes it bloody worse?"

"No, I don't." Though Draco thought he did and he didn't like.

"The fact that you decided to moan on about bloody POTTER!! Honestly, I don't have a problem with you being gay or liking Potter, but I really don't want to listen to your dreams about him!" Pansy said.

"I don't like Potter! I was having a damn nightmare about the sodding war! Gods women, does every time I start moaning in my sleep automatically mean I'm dreaming about shagging some guy?" Draco asked, blushing and all the while thinking I bloody hate it when I'm right.

"Oh, well I still go by on what I wrote back that day in Charms. I think you two would make a cute couple."

"Pansy, that's very sweet of you and all, but there is just one problem. Potter is not-"

"Potter is gay, Draco. He came out after the war was over. It was all over the Daily Prophet."

"Look, can we just drop it. I need to take a shower and get changed anyways." Draco said, not wanting to talk about the Savior of the Wizarding World. It was a very touchy subject, especially when someone brought up that day in their last Charms class, when the seventh years had heard their theme songs. Draco didn't mind joking with Pansy about his normal dreams either, having had the displeasure of Pansy overhearing him talking in his sleep when they had first moved in together. After that day it was common knowledge that Draco had a crush on Harry, but he would never admit it much to Pansy's amusement.

Pansy let Draco leave, regretting saying anything about that particular Charms class, or the war. Pansy knew something had happened during the final battle between Harry and Voldemort that Draco had witnessed. She had tried getting Draco to talk about it when he had gotten out of the infirmary in Hogwarts, but he wouldn't.

Draco stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He threw on his black trousers, his black silk shirt and his favorite emerald colored robes. He walked into the living room, wondering if Pansy would try to bring the topic of Harry up again. He hoped not, she had been trying to get him to make a move on Harry since the war had ended, but Draco wouldn't. Granted they were both gay, and Draco was attracted to the other man though he would never admit it, Draco didn't think that Harry would go for it. Even though Harry had come out, as far as anyone knew, Harry hadn't been in a relationship since Hogwarts and Draco didn't blame him. Of course, this didn't stop Pansy from trying.

When Pansy saw him come out of the bedroom, she smirked knowingly at him. He only glared at her in return.

"So Draco, seeing as today is Potter's birthday do you think your lover boy will be all over the front page of the Daily Prophet?" Pansy asked, pointedly not mentioning that today also happened to be the five year anniversary of Voldemort's demise.

"Probably, but I guess we won't know until the damn paper gets here." Draco said, ignoring the 'lover boy' comment.

"Do you want to go to Diagon Ally later? I hear there's a new broom named after Potter on display. Not to mention you might get to see Potter."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to miss the bloody parade they're no doubt holding." Draco replied sarcastically.

"Come off it Draco! Besides, it wouldn't just be his birthday they'd be celebrating. I know you know what sodding day this is!" Pansy shot back. Unfortunately for her, she picked the wrong thing to say.

"Damn you Pansy! I know what bloody day it is. I know that not only does it happen to be Harry Potter's twenty-second birthday but also the five year anniversary of Voldemort's death. Thanks for fucking bringing it up!" Draco all but screamed. He turned and stalked over to the couch and promptly ignored Pansy, opting to read one of his many Potions texts. Pansy deeply regretted saying anything about the War. She hadn't meant to, but she couldn't help it. She silently cursed her big mouth whilst fixing herself some tea.

An hour later, a large owl tapping on the window had Pansy jumping in surprise. She went over to the window and took the newspaper from the delivery owl, giving it the appropriate payment and turning back to the kitchen table where she had been reading. As she sat down, she opened the paper to the front page. Noticing with amusement that she had been right about Harry being on the front page as she looked down at the picture of Harry that covered most of the front page. She looked up briefly, wondering if Draco realized that the paper was here when she noticed the headline.

"Oh my GOD! Draco!" Pansy shrieked. Draco looked up, concerned at what could have caused this reaction. She gestured for him to come over to the table and he grudgingly obliged. She held out the paper to him. Draco took it from her, noticing the look of sorrow in her eyes. Fear filled Draco as he looked down to the front page.

"No!" Draco whispered as he looked at it. The front page of the Daily Prophet was taken up by a photo of Harry soon after his wounds from the final battle had healed. The head line blaring 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and the Savior of the Wizarding World, MISSING! Wizarding World in a state of worry and panic. More on page 3. . .' Draco sat down in the chair next to him, still staring in shock at the paper he held in his hands.

"No, he can't be missing! Maybe he just. . Just, maybe he just decided he needed a break from all this damn magic and is currently hiding out in some muggle town." Draco said, not wanting to believe that Harry was missing. Pansy took the paper from Draco and turned to page three.

"No it says here that his friends went to his house and that it was in an utter state of chaos. 'When we got there, everything was a mess. It looked like there was a struggle. Harry wouldn't have just up and left. He loves this world, he loves magic. I think someone may have kidnapped him.'" Pansy said, reading part of the clipping.

"He can't be missing!" Draco whispered. Draco didn't care that he wasn't with Harry, that they hadn't talked since the war had ended. Draco still cared. He didn't want anything to happen to Harry. Even though he was loathe to admit, knowing full well that Pansy would never let him live it down, Draco had feelings for Harry.

"Oh Draco! I'm sorry, I can't believe it either. Hell, I don't want to believe!" Pansy said, getting a little teary. Draco just sat there, thinking. Unfortunately, the quiet and fear for Harry brought back memories that Draco didn't want.

"Potter! Behind you!" Draco yelled all the while dodging the killing curse from his own father. Draco quickly aimed a hex at Harry's attacker, and smirked with satisfaction when they fell.

"Thanks. You alright?" Harry asked Draco, looking him over for any visible injuries. Draco blushed remembering a conversation he'd had with Pansy a few days ago.

"Yes, I'm fine. How about you? Are you all right?" Draco asked, looking him up and down for injuries as well. Harry nodded.

"You should probably head back. It won't be safe for you here. Voldemort will probably try to kill you before he even bothers with me." Harry said, looking at Draco with concern in his emerald eyes.

"I'm coming with you, end of discussion. We've already been over this. I'M COMING WITH YOU." Draco said forcibly. He'd made a promise to Harry and the rest of the Order. He would protect Harry until the end and the end wouldn't be until Voldemort was lying dead on the ground. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Harry lived.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." Harry said, obviously not wanting Draco to get hurt. "But please be careful. I don't want to see you get killed, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be careful."

"Draco! DRACO!!!?" Pansy screamed. She was afraid, Draco was lying on the floor begging Harry to be careful.

Cries of pain, merciless laughter. Harry screaming for Draco to be okay. Voldemort shooting a curse at Harry. Draco surging forward, tackling Voldemort. Harry hitting Voldemort with the killing curse. Extreme pain. Carrying Harry to the edge of the battle field. Telling everyone Voldemort was dead.

"DRACO!!! Are you alright!? Draco, PLEASE!!! WAKE UP!!!" Pansy's cries brought Draco back to reality. His eyes snapped open and he searched around frantically, trying to figure out where he was. He saw Pansy and visibly relaxed.

"What happened?" Draco asked, realizing that he was on the kitchen floor.

"You were just sitting there, thinking about something. Probably this," Pansy said, holding the front page of the Daily Prophet up for him to see. "And then you fell out of your chair, telling Potter to be careful. Draco, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Let me see that." Draco said, taking the article about Harry from Pansy. He read over it very carefully. Five times. He thought, very hard and very long. Finally, he came to a decision.

"I'm going to find him. I'm going to locate and bring Harry back." Draco said, the tone of his voice not leaving any room for argument. Pansy merely nodded, having already expected something like this. Little did he know it, but Draco's decision just changed his entire life.

Author's note: I don't own the characters, they belong to JK Rowling. Well, here's chapter one for all of you who enjoyed the prologue. Please review. I won't be able to post another chapter until next weekend, actually, I won't even be able to come anywhere near a computer or internet for that matter. sighs sadly But, that's what they made paper and a pencil for and I intend to keep writing. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed!