Missing {A Drarry Story} ON HOLD

Six years later| Chapter One

Draco Malfoy stared out of the window of the vehicle the muggles called a taxi. It was like the Nightbus he thought, but smaller and the person driving it was most definitely muggle. His mind wandered as he thought about the people he'd left behind six years ago, when he and his parents had fled the scene of the battle that ended in the destruction of Voldemort. He'd not returned to Hogwarts for the eighth year they had offered, and he had moved far away, leaving his family behind too. He'd kept in contact with his mother, using a muggle device called a 'phone', which was able to make her voice, though so far away, be heard by him. Like a Howler, though it was not a talking, enchanted letter. Now here he was, all the way back at the place he'd left behind. He sighs, and turns his head away from the window and directs his gaze towards the bags next to him.

He'd come home for one reason, and that was because he'd been called back by the Minister For Magic, none other than Hermione Granger, former friend of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, they boy who went missing. Draco runs a hand through his hair, shutting his eyes and trying to sort out his thoughts. Why would Hermione possibly want to see him? After all, he was a "foul loathsome evil little cockroach" to her and Ron, wasn't he?

"This your first time visitin' here boy?" The driver questions, drawing Draco's attention out of his head. Grateful for the distraction, Draco smiles.

"No Sir, I used to live here. Just a trip to an old home you could say." Draco leans back into his chair, his muscles relaxing slightly as his breath comes out steadily.

"Ah." The man says, glancing at the platinum blond boy in the mirror before refocusing his eyes on the road. " You got any family ere'? I noticed you're headin' to that new hotel they been buildin' these last ew' years." The driver says, a questioning tone in his voice. Draco flicks his tongue out, wetting his lips as he opens his mouth to respond.

"I do. Have family I mean. Just don't think I'm ready to see my father." He says, breathing deeply as he thinks of his dirtbag father who had somehow avoided the fate of Azkaban.

"Ah, he a scumbag aint he?" The driver chuckles softly.

"Yeah, i guess you could say that." Draco responds, staring out of the window again. They were getting closer to the hotel. His breaths become shorter as his stomach fills with butterflies. He'd told his mother where he was staying for this trip, but what if she'd told his father? It made him want to throw up, thinking that his father could show up at any moment. Maybe he was even waiting outside of the hotel for Draco. But then again, his father was Lucius Malfoy, he would avoid muggle contact as much as possible.

Living with muggles had changed Draco's way of thinking. It made him wish he were born a muggle, so he could be oblivious to all of this.

"We're here kid." The driver says suddenly, jolting Draco away from his thoughts about his father and muggles.

"Thanks Sir." He says, handing the driver the fare and grabbing his bags, getting out of the car.

"Stay safe boy." The driver says, a grim look on his face before he pulls away and leaves Draco standing on the sidewalk, his bags in hand.

"O-Kay..." Draco trails off, stretching out the word. He then turn to face the large building in front of him, looking up at the building which was supposed to be 15 stories high. He gulps, and pulls his bag straps up over his shoulders before walking towards the glass doors and pushing them open.

Draco almost gasps at the beautiful interior of the hotel, his eyes sparkling as he realises, he hadn't seen anything so beautiful since Hogwarts.

"Draco!" A female voice exclaims, and he looks in the direction of the sound. His mother is standing near some luxurious waiting chairs, her arms held out.

"Mother!" His heart is filled to the brim with a happiness no words can describe, and he walks as quickly as possible to his mother, hugging her tightly. When they pull back his mother smiles at him, scanning his appearance.

"You look different." She states, a hint of amusement in her voice from seeing her son in jeans and a hoodie. Muggle and non-Malfoy clothes. His white hair was messy, just the way he liked it, and he looked overall younger. The pointiness was gone, and now he looked like a normal teenager, though he was nearing his mid-twenties.

"Good different or bad different?" He questions, suddenly feeling slightly insecure, very un-Malfoy like Narcissa had noticed. He was becoming his own person, and as long as he stayed far away from being anything like his father, she would be happy.

"Good." She says softly, and he slowly smiles.

"I need to check in now mother." He says, and she gestures for him to go ahead of her. He does so and walks towards the front desk with a small plump lady seated at it. His mother follows on his heels, eager to see how much her son had changed after living amongst muggles for six whole years.

"Hi, Ma'am." Draco says politely, and the plump lady looks up at him, smiling happily.

"Hi there Sir, how may I help you today?" She asks, her voice sounding extremely full.

"I want to check in. I booked a room here a week ago?" He says, and she nods.

"Happy to help Sir, I'll need your name and age before we can proceed." She sounded very professional, and her smile was very wide. She must just be a people person.

"Uhm, Draco Malfoy is the name, and I'm 23." He informs her. She nods, before looking down at the computer and typing for a moment.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Looks like you're in room 414. Let me just grab you your keys and I'll get someone to take you and your stuff up there." She says, before pushing herself up out of her chair. She leaves for only a moment before returning with some keys and handing them to Draco.

"Here you are sir, just wait a moment and someone will be with you." She tells Draco, before sitting down in her seat and staring at the computer screen again.

"Thanks." Draco says, as his mother watches, so proud of her son for having the heart to change, like his father could not. Only a few seconds later someone in a uniform approaches them.

"Hi Sir, I'll be taking you up to your room." The woman says, holding out her hand for Draco to pass her his bag. He passes it to her, smiling at his mother before following the lady to the elevator.