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A/N: And another one... I think I could have written it as one, but I didn't know when I had the time again for writing, so I made a little chapter first :) Hope it is still enjoyable, even with a little cliffhanger :D

Chapter 20: A difficult Person

Draco slowly turned around and tried to look confused. "Draco?" he said in his best attempt at an American accent – and failed. "You must confuse me with someone else," he said to the shadowy figure and tried to turn again. Before he could though, he saw a wand pointed at him.

"Don't play your games with me, Malfoy," the voice said and moved closer, slowly leaving the shadows behind. "You know full well who I am. Drop the act."

Draco sucked in his breath quickly when he realised who it was. He looked again at the wand and quickly glanced to Jasper, standing slightly to his left. He was tensed up but so far, he hadn't moved. It might not be the brightest idea to continue to play dumb, especially now that he knew who it was.

"Pansy..." he said in a flat voice, his accent dropping back to his clipped upper-class English. The last time he had seen her was just after the Dark Lord's defeat. But she didn't have that huge scar across her left cheek back then that marred her once almost-pleasant face. "What a funny coincidence..."

"Coincidence..." Pansy Parkinson let the word roll a bit in her mouth then spat on the ground. "Yes, you could say that. Here I was, walking around, enjoying the afternoon, happy to know no one here recognises me. Free at last." Her throaty laugh echoed through the small street. "And then you suddenly come along. Cutting your way through the people around you like they were insects before you. Arrogant, oozing your disgusting self-importance like you owned the place. And you didn't even see me as I stood there in broad daylight."

"Yes, yes," Draco waved her to stop. "That doesn't explain that," he pointed at her wand.

"Oh, that," she smiled a sickly smile. "Revenge."

"Revenge?" Draco cried out. "For what, for Merlin's sake?"

"Oh you wouldn't know, would you?" She stepped closer, the madness clearly visible in her eyes. "After the battle, everyone thought I was one of you! A Death Eater! No one believed me or my parents. No." She waved her hand erratically. "My parents died in a fire, you know? And the attackers tried to kill me, too. I fled here, to the arse-end of the world to be safe again. And then fate brings me you!"

"Oh come on," Draco wailed. "I am not responsible for your choices in friends. And you were not exactly of differing opinion when it came down to Muggles and Pure-Bloods as I recall. The only one responsible is you, not me."

"Spare me your excuses!" she shrieked. "I just wanted you to know who did it before I killed you."

"You?" Draco laughed. "You and what army? You don't have it in you! You probably blow yourself up with your pitiful duelling skills. Just leave while you still can. Before I change my mind," Draco said with a steely voice and had his wand out before Pansy could blink.

She faltered and took a half-step back. "I-..." she stammered, "I will get you, when you expect it the least." She turned around and ran away, morphing again with the shadows.

Draco sighed deeply and his body faltered and was about to lose his balance. Jasper caught him in his arms.

"What was that all about?" he asked concerned.

"Ghosts from the past..." Draco said. "I am sorry that you had to see this. And thank you for not...acting. I guess you could have."

Jasper smiled thinly. "I could, yes. But there was no danger – yet."

"Anyway, thanks," Draco smiled weakly as he got himself up again. "Let's finish the business here, shall we?" He turned again towards the shop's door and entered it.

After finishing his shopping, Draco was still in a somewhat depressed mood. The whole thing with Pansy had ripped open some wounds from the past. Some things he rather kept forgotten. But then Jasper surprised hi. Instead of driving home, he drove to the huge tower in the city, the 'Space Needle'. It seemed that Jasper had managed to book a table for two in the rotating restaurant atop of it.

"Here's to you," Draco said with a smile and got his glass with champagne and clinked glasses with Jasper (who tried to fake drinking) after finishing the delicious starter.

"To us," Jasper smiled back. "I thought you might like it," he said and looked out of the window, where the mantle of night slowly brought the lights to live in the city below them.

Draco looked out over the city, admiring the magnificent view and just smiled. "I do, actually. The food is fantastic, the view... And I am with you, that's all that counts right now."

"Good," Jasper nodded but Draco saw some concern in the corner of his eyes.

"You're still concerned about earlier?" Draco changed topic.

"I don't claim to understand what had happened between you and this...girl. But in my time on this earth I learned one or two things. And one is to never underestimate crazy people."

"You're right, yeah," Draco looked thoughtfully out of the window for some long seconds. This was not the easiest topic for him. "Ever since I joined the high school in Forks, I got to read about Muggle history. It is amazing, really, what happened outside my little confined world. But there are also things that are the same it seems, for Muggles and us wizards alike. Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot... History is full of people who commit horrible atrocities in the name of some strange ideal, ideas how they think the world will be better a better place. The Dark Lord is just like that, I realise now. Some join that group because they think the same. A silent majority let them run their course in the hope it won't concern them. Some join out of fear. And some, well, deep down they would like to join, but are afraid of the consequences. Pansy never was shy about her thoughts how the Wizarding World should be. But she didn't go for it. She was stuck somewhere in the middle and was a nice scapegoat for those that got hurt in the war." He sighed deeply. "A lot of people got hurt – died even – in the war and she had to take a beating from those. Maybe she just needs time to heal. I don't want to be that person that hurts her even more."

"Hopefully you're right..." Jasper smiled. "Anyway, it seems unlikely that she finds her way to Forks, of all places. But let's change topic, yes? Don't want to spoil the nice evening even more..."

"And what's this place now?" Draco asked incredulously as they stepped out of the car in front of an old industrial complex after finishing the dinner at the Space Needle.

"Another surprise," Jasper said with a wicked smile. "I did some research and this is a place to have fun, it seems."

They walked closer and Draco could see more and more people the closer they got to the entrance, dressed in a variety of styles Draco had never seen before. People all in black, including make-up, leather, with metal...things in their faces, but also girls dressed in simple skirts, guys in suits. It was incredible. And then he heard – no, felt – the music. Deep bass vibrations under his feet and a muted rhythm permeating the air.

"It is called a club," Jasper finally said, getting closer to his face. "Supposed to be the hottest spot around. Could be fun," he said and softly licked Draco's neckline.

Draco shuddered and then followed Jasper, as they got in line.

When they were finally in he made sure his mouth was firmly closed and he didn't gape like a stupid monkey. It was an incredible sight. Hundreds of people dancing, screaming, kissing, and more, spread over dozens of different levels in the huge open space of the former warehouse joined by bridges, metal staircases, even ropes. Red, blue, green light pulsed through the whole area, white strobes attacking his eyes with even more power. And the music... It flowed around him, through him like an intangible ocean. It was so much unlike anything he has ever experienced before. Parties in the Wizarding world were wild, too, sometimes and magic gave some pretty wicked fun, too. But nothing like that, not the intensity, the pure, unfiltered, raw energy that flowed through that club.

"Wow," he screamed to Jasper, standing just a few centimetres away, "that's amazing!"

"I know!" he screamed back, and he almost didn't hear him over the music. Jasper grabbed Draco's head and pulled him roughly to his face. His lips connected with his and they shared a passionate deep kiss that seemed to last for hours. When Jasper finally broke the kiss, he pulled Draco to the next dance floor and ground his hips lascivious against Draco's.

It felt like an eternity when they finally joined the outside world again. It must have been very early in the morning, Draco guessed as the night started to turn a deep blue.

He was also more than a bit drunk and he leaned against Jasper to keep him kept straight. It also gave him ample opportunity to touch and grope Jasper, which seemed the perfect thing to do at the time. They walked through the same empty little road to the car.

He almost missed the attack.

Before he knew it, he just saw a reddish light and then slumped to the ground. The next thing he saw was the scarred face of Pansy Parkinson, leering down on him.

"I can't beat you in a straight duel," she purred, "but I still can cheat." She straightened again and whirled around herself, laughing manically. "Now you will pay, for all my pain..."

She got her wand out and twirled it between her fingers. "What to do with you... What to do?" It seemed like she was actually thinking. "Oh, I know!" She flicked her wand and he nearly lost consciousness again as stark pain shot in his stomach as a fist of magical energy slammed into it.

His head turned sideways, and through the pain, he could make out a blurred person behind her, dragging an unconscious Jasper away.

"Your lover boy?" she said in a disgusted tone, "you worry about him?" She cackled. "It's amazing what you can get for a little money these days. My...associates will deal with him. I don't care about your filthy little faggot, Malfoy." It looked like she got a sudden idea. "On the other hand... If I kill him before you-"

Before she could get another plan into motion, a huge burly guy flashed through the air next to Pansy and slammed into the wall behind Draco with a sickening wet sound.

Draco saw Pansy whirling around and then saw Jasper, standing strong and proud some ten meters away with raw anger in his eyes. In his outstretched left hand he held the other guy by the throat.

"You had your chance," he said through clenched teeth. With a little movement of his hand, he broke the guys neck and let him slump to the floor. "I was surprised with that magic trick," he said, "but it looks like I got over it."

He seemed to flicker shortly and reappeared in front of Pansy.

"Jasper-" Draco tried to say something, to make him stop. But it was too late. Effortlessly, Jasper picked her up and ripped open her throat. Blood sprayed everywhere and Jasper flung the now lifeless Pansy away. He licked the blood droplets on his lips away and Draco saw something change in his eyes, like a monster, slowly awakening. He eyed Draco with a mixture of lust and hunger.

"Jasper...?" Draco said in a hushed voice. Jasper shook his head fiercely and when he looked again at him, he looked like the Jasper he knew.

"You're OK, my love?"Jasper was next to him in another flash of movement.

"I-" Draco gulped. "Yes, I think I am..."

"Then let's go, before someone sees this." Jasper brought him to his feet and was about to go, when Draco made him stop.
"I can at least try to clean up..." Draco said, his voice now getting steadier. "Can you get the bodies gathered together?"

"Yes," Jasper said matter-of-factly. When all three bodies were heaped up, Draco got his wand up and shakily cast a fire spell.

The roaring flames danced over the bodies and burnt them quickly to ashes, then charred and burned away at everything else in the street that could be used as evidence.

"I am so sorry..." Draco whispered as he stared mindlessly into the flames.