Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

chapter six-The Ministry

Throughout all of the next week, Harry and Draco put together more details about their wedding, most of the time just changing the things that had already been decided. Although they spoke of it often, neither of them really thought it was going to happen. It was kind of just a pleasant thought to bring up whenever they were having a crummy day. It wasn't that they didn't want it to happen, it was just that it was impossible. There was no way to get guests and they had no money.

It was getting harder and harder to wake up and go work in the cafe for nine hours everyday. The tiresome work of clearing tables and washing dishes was starting to become very repetitive. Not only that, but Harry had started to have nightmares again. The same ones from when they had first settled in their flat. Reliving the war, every night. So he started to stay awake all night, just as he had before, pretending to be asleep until he knew for certain that Draco was sleeping.

Draco could tell that he wasn't sleeping. The way his eyes were sunken and hands were fidgety. Whenever he would bring this up, it would spark a fight that would ignite a whole day of the silent treatment. It was a never ending cycle of fighting, silence, and then sex after the work day when they would make up and apologize.

It was several months later, on Draco's birthday when something changed. Although it was an unpleasant change. Draco stood staring out the front window as he wiped a table with a sopping wet rag. He was hardly paying any attention to what he was doing when a man in a long black trench coat seemed to have just appeared out of thin air from across the street. He pulled off his hood to reveal a dirty beard and large almond shaped eyes. He was no doubt a wizard from the ministry.

Draco swallowed and left the rag on the table, and went to fervently seek out Harry. He ran into the kitchen to find the boy by the sink, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow with his arm deep in a sink full of water. "Harry," Draco called from across the room. Harry pulled his arms from the sink and shook them off, spraying the floor and himself with water.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

Draco grabbed the inside of his elbow and pulled him from the cafe into the stairwell, "we have to leave." he said. Harry tripped up the steps, catching hold of Draco's thigh, which made him fall. He helped Harry up and continued with the fast pace up the stairs. They were out of breath once they had made it to their flat.

"Draco, what is going on, why do we have to leave?" he said as he held a stitch in his side.

"The ministry, they've found us. Dirk something, from the head of the goblin department or whatever, was standing outside of the cafe. Throw all of your clothing into this." he shoved a black plastic bag at him.

"What? How? They couldn't have found us. "He crammed the few articles of clothing that they owned into the bag.

"We're going to have to find an alternative route out of the building. The fire exit! We'll take the fire exit on the south side of the building."

"Draco, how-"

"Harry, we do not have time to discuss this at the moment. Come with me." he grabbed Harry's hand and directed him out the room and down the hallway. Letting go of Harry's hand he shimmied the window open and shoved the bag Harry was holding onto the side stairs, falling about six feet and landing with a small thud. "You go through now."

Harry did as he was told, hanging by his arms off the ledge before letting go and dropping to the metal case. He helped Draco, well tried to help Draco, but he was just tall enough that he didn't even need to drop. They made their way down the metal steps into the alleyway. Nobody gave them a second thought as they pushed their way through the crowd of drug dealers.

Clasping Harry's hand once more, so he wouldn't lose him he ran onto the street behind the cafe. He had absolutely no idea where he was going but at this point, it didn't really matter. Anywhere that wasn't near the cafe was fine. Harry pulled him off to the side of a thirteen story brick building, pressing themselves firmly against the wall.

"Are you sure we're not just running from nothing? Are you sure he was a ministry member? Not everyone who wears long black trench coats is a wizard, there are some pretty strange people who live here." Harry asked, breathing hard.

"I'm sure, I saw him at the ministry when I went to see if Tyr was still alive. Besides, who carries a random wooden stick with them? Because was definitely holding one." it was then the wall above their heads exploded, scattering brick dust on them. Harry jerked his head over the side to see the man Draco had described. "I told you so."

"Piss off Draco, this is not the place, nor the time. Run"

There was another blast of green light that zoomed past them as they left their place on the wall into the street. They ran in zigzags desperately trying to dodge the blasts, although it was quite difficult since they couldn't see him. Rounding the corner they found themselves at a dead end.

"Dammit!" Draco yelled at the top of his lungs turning around.

"Stop." a voice from behind them said. "I am not with the ministry, I am here to help. Follow me." he opened the door to them.

Harry pulled on Draco's hand to get him to move forward. "I am not going in there." he protested.

"We don't have a choice. Now stop being a baby and let's go."

Draco made an obvious noise of defeat and followed Harry into the strange doorway.