Homeless ch 1

                                        

                                              
This one is mine too. I might add more chapters.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT 

Draco was working at a pub as a dishwasher and bus boy. Little interaction, under the table money, no working with the muggle electronics. Hair tied back in ponytail, almost brown from dirt and grime, short sleeve, mark almost gone. He hated not having his wand, though it had been well over a year since he lost the right to practice magic. His probation was strict and to the point. No magic, no wand, no arrests. They didn't care what he did or didn't do. And they definitely didn't care. 
Guy with creep-stash staring at him all night. Creepers were creepers. He left an hour before close, so Draco forgot. When the last customer left, he had to run the last load and mop.
"Door's locked. Just shut it behind you when you leave, kid. I got the cameras up, so don't touch the register or spirits," his crummy manager growled He wasn't supposed to leave him alone, especially when they didn't even know his name or where he lived, but he left, after shoving a few notes in his hand for his pay. Short again.
Draco did his job. He couldn't afford not to, had nothing. They never released his family's assets and vault. Goblins banned him from entering Gringotts. The Ministry ignored his every request and denied every appeal. But it didn't matter. Every time that he wandered near the Ministry or Diagon Alley, he had gotten hexed and cursed. He couldn't defend himself, even if he tried. He was stuck in the muggle world. He finished the dishes and moped. He walked out the alley door, with his small pack and it shut. He tested the door and it was locked. The alley looked deserted at 3 am. There were still some late-night pub crawlers in the main street, as he made his way to the street. 
"Death Eater," he heard. His blood chilled. He turned around and it was the stash-creeper guy from early. He had recognized him. He had no wand, no weapon on him. He had tried to stay as far as he could from Diagon Alley. He never expected any wizard to wander into that dive, or pay attention to him, a lowly busser. His wand was out.
Play dumb. "Sorry? I just work here."
"Don't lie, Malfoy. I can see you mark! You death eater fuckers all deserve to die."
Ok, no denying anything. Draco didn't think that he could talk his way out of this one. "I got some money... you can have it... please. I don't even have a wand!" he pleaded. He even held out his bag for him to take. It didn't have much. A parka, an extra shirt and thin sleeping bag.
"Oh... I know you don't have a wand. That's what makes this sweeter. But I'll probably take the money, too, amongst a few other things.: his eyes dropped down to his body. "I want to hear you scream, bitch."
Draco's blood chilled. He looked helplessly at the locked door of the pub, then at the darker alley behind the guy. His only shot for escape was the muggle street, still 30 meters from him. And the guy had a wand. Fuck. He dropped his bag and ran. He couldn't just let him win.
The brute didn't bother with magic, tackling him and throwing him sideways into the brick wall next to a dumpster. Draco tried to scramble up and kicked a metal bin that the pub used in his desperation to escape. It clanged loudly as it rolled, but the prick lifted him up and shoved him into the wall.
"Hel-" he started to yell, but the guy growled. "Silencio!"
His voice was gone. He couldn't call for help. He struggled to get free and he saw two people stop at the alley entrance, but came no closer. The guy forced him face-first into the wall, held him there and tied his hands behind his back with magic. The guy mumbled a muggle-warding spell to stop any interferers.