After -Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 32

—Draco POV—

"Mal-Draco, eat." Said Hermione. I looked up at her and glared, before turning to Weaslette sitting next to her. Her gaze was one of pure hatred, and I can easily say It's mutual. I abruptly stood from the table and stormed down to the basement, grumbling to myself.

"Eat. Yes just eat, because you all decided sitting for breakfast is more important than going to find Harry. And Weaslette has the audacity to give me a death stare. What the bloody hell did I do to her? She should be apologizing if anything." I swung the back door open.

"It's not like I'd accept the slimeball's apology anyway."

She's a bitch. It's her fault Harry is missing. She is the one who started this entire disaster. If s he and Harry never got married he wouldn't be in the state he's in. He wouldn't be gone...

I got up to a tree. And in a fit of anger I took out my wand.

"Reducto!"

The tree burst into dust, and started floating down to the snowy white ground. I kicked up the small pile in frustration. I took a deep breath, slowing myself down. I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to feel my surroundings.

Being upset won't get Harry found. Yelling at the two people that could help me won't make things better either. I don't know what places he used to go when we were younger. I spent all of my time back then being jealous that he was 'the chosen one.' I shook my head, pushing away thoughts of the past I'd much rather forget.

I'm not who I used to be. I'm not who everyone in the Wizarding World thinks I am. I'm not my parents, I'm not who the bitch of Weasley's sister thinks I am. I've grown, I've changed. I have changed. Haven't I?

"Malfoy. Hermione told me to get you. The prophet came in, It's important."

--Harry POV--

"Uhm. Do you sell Red Currant Rum?"

"Yes! We do. Would you like that?"

"Yes please. No ice." I specified. The lady left, and I took to reading the daily prophet. I hadn't seen one of these in years.

Harry Potter in Godric's Hollow.

Unconfirmed eyewitness reports claim to have spotted Harry Potter, as well as Draco Malfoy at the Seven Swans muggle-owned pub in Godric's Hollow after both had vanished from the Wizarding World for a decade. Sources say he got in an argument with former classmates Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood before storming out, reportedly taking a bottle of liquor in the process. Barkeeper and son of Daily Prophet reporter E. Limus, says he refuses to press charges. "What's the point in pressing charges? No property was damaged and that kind man who had been sitting with him paid for the bottle."

I sighed, setting the paper down and rubbing the tiredness from my eyes I don't want to read whatever the rest of this rubbish article has to say. At least there's no picture... just then, the waitress came back with a small glass of what I'd ordered.

"Thank you." I said, taking the glass that was handed to me.

"Of course." As she left I took a grateful drink of the burning strong substance, allowing the feeling of numbness to take me over. I shouldn't be doing this. What does it matter though? I messed up yesterday anyway. I told myself. I took another sip. At least the headache is going away. I closed my eyes, resting my head in my right hand, which was propped up on the table. My leg began bouncing up and down. I took another sip. I was just the definition of a bloody fucking mistake yesterday. Nothing went over the right way. I hurt Ginny, and I vanished without an explanation. I took the last sip, and set down the now empty glass. Letting out a sigh, I put the glass down and went to pay for my previous night's stay and the drink.

--Draco POV--

"We should check Hogsmeade." suggested Hermione.

"We have to wait for Neville and Luna first." replied W-Ron.

"I can't believe those nosy bloody pricks at the prophet were there last night. So what? I'm walking around London. I've lived here all my life." I grumbled, walking with her and Wea-Ron. My breath was visible against the cold air, and I chose to focus on that instead of the second half of the article

With Draco Malfoy also having been spotted, one can only ask if  He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will return to power.

"You're a death eater Malfoy. They probably fear fo-"

"I'd watch my tongue if I were you Weasley." I spat, venom coating my words. I shoved my hands in my pocket and stayed ahead of them, knowing I'd probably hex him into oblivion seeing his stupid face again. It's probably a family thing. I told myself tauntingly.

"Ron, really you could think before you say something like that."

"Wh- Hermione tell me I'm wrong!"

"You are wrong. He'd be locked up in Azkaban right now not chasing Harry like a lovesick puppy!" She claimed.

"Well don't think you're off the hook Malfoy." He said turning to face me with a vile expression. "Just because you saved Harry's life doesn't undo the bloody shit you've made us go through, frankly I wonder if Harry's head is screwed on right for fancying someone like you." He spat

I turned around, taking my wand out offensively and getting in his face.

"Shut up. Both of you. It's difficult enough wondering if we'll be organizing Harry's funeral before he even reaches his thirties. I can't take you two morons constantly bickering as if there's nothing better to do and worrying more about our past than this exact moment." I said sternly, holding back fuming anger.

I turned on my heel, and used my wand to apparate to Hogsmeade. I began looking every which way, trying to find his characteristically messy hair, or his fitting round glasses. I held my breath. There's loads of people here. Why are there always so many people in Hogsmeade? I figured I should start at the Three Broomsticks.

Upon entering I maneuvered my way to the front desk, heart racing.

"I need to know if anyone checked in last night."

"We aren't allowed to convey that information sir." Said the man, looking up. I grabbed him by the collar, and whispered menacingly.

"My friend is missing and I need to know if he turned up here. You are going to show me the record of people who have checked in within the last 24 hours. Understood?" His eyes were fear stricken.

"Y-yes M- mister... Malfoy- sir." He frantically opened a drawer, pulling out a clipboard with papers attached to it. I held back a smirk. Looking around to make sure nobody saw that small interaction. He handed me the record.