Title: Scarred Prejudice
Rating: R unless otherwise stated
Category: Romance/Angst/FLUFF
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Due to the course of mysterious events Draco was never seen or heard of after fifth year. Now, seven years later, Harry, a very successful owner of a financial firm finds him on the street, being chased by suspicious men and bleeding into unconsciousness. Unable to leave him alone, Harry takes Draco into his care, but to his surprise, the blond has become a very submissive, introvert character that can't remember the seven years of his disappearance. Seized by determination Harry refuses to let Draco forget, but there is always a price to pay for everything. Dominant!Harry, ReallySubmissive!Draco, so beware!
A/N: Righto, er... here's a new H/D fic. Read it and review to let me know if you like it, not like it, or just review

Yay! Curious Dream Weaver is my beta for this ficcy, too! And she's an awesome beta. You should all go and hug her :huggles Dream Weaver:

Prologue - A Wintry Night with You and Me

It was on a winter evening that Harry saw the change in his monotonous and restless life.

It was very cold that day, since there was going to be a storm coming later in the night. Snow fell endlessly, the white crystals contrasting sharply against the busy night street. Rubbing his gloved hands together, Harry Potter glanced up into the sky, giving a deep sigh that was made visible by the biting cold.

It seemed that Christmas this year would be like every other - confined in his empty house with only himself and a bottle of whiskey as his faithful companion through the night.

His best friends - Ron and Hermione, married with two kids - were on vacation to Hawaii for the whole winter and New Year, and since Harry didn't feel like intruding into other family's time, he decided that it was best to be alone.

Alone... such a bitterly familiar word, like acid on the tip of his tongue, hissing and burning with an aching he knew only too well. It had been so long since his last relationship, which didn't last because his lover wasn't right. It seemed horribly childish and unrealistic, but Harry knew that until he met that someone that was made just for him, he would never be completely satisfied, even with thousands of women surrounding him. With that thought in mind and the belief that he'd never find his soul mate, Harry accepted the fact that he was going to be alone for the rest of his wretched, desolated life.

Unbeknownst to Harry, in just any moment now his life would no longer be the same as it was before.

He could feel the harsh bite of the wind against his pale skin, the thin clothes he wore offering no protection against the elements. Puffs of air appeared continuously before him as he ran, and he fervently wished that the footsteps behind him would just stop, because he couldn't run anymore. His muscles screamed in protest, his sides hurting, even as he felt himself slowing down. The only thing that kept him going was the thought that if he stopped now, all of his efforts would have been in vain.

"Agh," he gasped, breaking out of the darkness of the narrow valley and into the arms of a stranger.

"What the...?" he heard the other man said in surprise, catching him around the waist.

"Help... me... please..." he whispered hoarsely. Fatigue and pain were lulling him into oblivion, and he finally gave in with gratefulness.

When a blond boy ran out of nowhere and fell into his arms, Harry was immensely surprised. He was wearing only a long, thin cotton shirt, and he was bleeding profusely, which sent Harry into panic, but that was completely forgotten when he saw two men coming out of the place where the boy had appeared, both holding guns.

Needing no explanation, Harry took out his own gun and pointed at them. "Don't take a step closer," he warned, tightening his finger on the trigger.

They backed away, startled. The men in black looked as if they weren't sure what to do, but when they looked at Harry properly, one of them exclaimed, "It's Harry Potter!"

The other one turned around and his eyes widened.

Harry didn't know exactly what was going on, but he nearly doubled over when the two men bowed to him and said, "Of course, I understand." Then they disappeared into the darkness.

Confused at their odd behavior, Harry returned his attention to the unconscious boy in his arms. Putting the gun back in its holster, Harry gently brushed the blood stained blond hair away from the other's face, and gave an audible gasp.

The boy was Draco Malfoy, the person who vanished without a trace seven years ago.

To Be Continued in

Chapter 1 - A Blooming Flower on the Edge of my Sanity