E/N: So I decided to re write this chapter. Sorry for any confusion. Without further ado, LETS GET ON WITH THE STORY!
Right. Find Potter. Bring him home. Convince him to love Draco back.
Easier said then done.
The blonde was sitting at his desk at around 5 in the morning, tugging at his hair. How the hell, was he supposed to find a man, who no one had seen for more than six months?
"Perhaps I'm dead." Potter said thoughtfully in his head. Draco felt his heart clench.
"You can't be. I need you to be okay." He whispered. Photograph Harry smiled up at him, his emerald eyes shining, even though the in the photo they were grey.
Where could Potter be? Draco bit his lip hard, drawing blood. He suddenly stood up and grabbed a leather backpack out from underneath the table.
Potter jumped and fell onto the floor from where he had been sitting on the desk, his image flickering. He brought a misty hand up to his head and rubbed it.
"What the hell?" He said, watching Draco stuff a pair of jeans, a couple of t-shirts and socks into his bag. He stripped and shoved on some black pants and a grey shirt before pulling on a green hoodie.
"Where are you going?" Potter asked as he followed the blonde into the hallway. Draco was jumping on one foot, trying to walk and put on his sneakers at the same time.
"To find you." Draco grunted.
"What?" Imaginary Potter followed him into the kitchen. "Are you nuts?" He asked as he watched Draco pile food on top of his clothes. "You don't even have a plan!"
"Don't need one."
"So your just gonna go and get yourself killed?" Draco paused and turned to look at Harry's terrified face.
"Yeah pretty much."
"What? Oh no! You're not risking my life!"
"What the hell are you on about?"
"Well, where you go, I go!"
"You're not even real! You can't feel pain!"
"No! But I can still pretend I do."
"Ass." Harry tried to block the door but Draco walked straight through him. Harry ran after him into the main hall.
Draco threw an umbrella into his bag as well, and by then, the bag was pretty stuffed. He managed to get the bag closed and threw it over his shoulder.
"You seriously going to do this?" His glasses flashed. Draco nodded, the photograph of the real Harry clenched in his fist. Imaginary Potter sighed and disappeared, back into the depth of Draco's mind.
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Draco had written a letter and owled it to Blaze, telling him that he was taking time of work to go travel. It was half true.
He had no clue where to start. Potter could be absolutely anywhere. He hated that feeling. A tiny part of him was absolutely terrified. What if he never found him?
He thought about it carefully. Where oh where. He knew he had to start somewhere.
He waved his wand and a map appeared on the wall. Another wave and a dart grew in his hand. He clenched his eyes shut and threw the dart as hard as he could. He kept them shut until he heard the dull thud of it hitting the wall.
He opened his eyes shakily. The dart was imbedded in France.
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When Draco arrived via port key, he knew straight away that it was going to be a long day.
He searched all of Paris, and then traveled all through out the country without any luck. He slept in awful hotels and hardly ate. His face had become sunken and even paler.
It was the same deal with Sweden and Finland. Finally Draco realized that Potter probably changed his name and his looks. Draco wanted to rip out his hair.
He was sitting on a bench in Hungary, and he was shivering. He was cold and hungry. He was tired and the wind ruffled his hair.
The picture of Harry was clasped in his hands, his bag sitting besides him. Suddenly a huge gust of wind came, and the photo was blown out of his hands. He cried out, grabbing his bag and running after it. In his stress he forgot to use his wand.
He chased the photo through the streets, and every time his fingers were just centimeters away the photo would change directions.
He was approaching a large river, and in a final attempt to put on a burst of speed, and ran straight into a tree branch. He landed hard on his but and looked about, desperately trying to see where his photo was. He had a feeling it was gone.
He rubbed his fore head and felt a thin cut. Blood trickled between his fingers.
He buried his head in his arms and sat there. He had never felt so alone. Something jabbed him in the arm and he looked up.
His photograph was being held in front of his face. He jumped up and took it, smoothing it out carefully.
He looked up, about to thank the stranger when he froze.
Emerald eyes met grey and those beautiful soft lips Draco had missed smiled guiltily up at him.
"P-potter?"
"Hey ya Malfoy."
A/N: Ok. This chapter kind of sucked. I know it all went kind of fast but I didn't want to stall. So I wonder what's going to happen next. I'm going to update really soon.
Please, please, please REVIEW! It would mean a lot. I think there's going to be a bit of smut/lemon involved in the next chapter, so I'm just warning you.
I hope you enjoy the story so far. I am open to ideas. I'll update soon! Bye!