"Fuck," Draco groaned, bringing his hand up to his nose, which was bleeding.
                              
"Are you a wizard?"
                              
That was probably important to establish. He nodded, still staring at the wall as he embarrassingly pulled up his trousers. He couldn't stop shaking. He had been tortured and humiliated so many times, but this was worst. He wouldn't have been able to stop it or escape.
                              
"It's okay... I'm sorry this happened to you. I won't leave you alone or go anywhere, alright?" his soft voice said. "I promise."
                              
"Okay," he breathed, trying to regain his sense of decorum. If he didn't get it together, the whole Auror department and the Ministry laughed at him because he couldn't keep from crying.
                              
"Did he take your wand?" he asked.
                              
Shit. Draco shook his head and whispered, "I don't have one."
                              
"Oh... huh?" he replied, confused as to why wouldn't a wizard not have a wand.
                              
"Got him," the other Auror called out.
                              
"Keep him over there!" the one behind him growled and Draco winced at his tone and he apologized quietly.
                              
"I will. Sit down or I'll make you!" the other one ordered.
                              
"He's a fucking Death Eater! He deserves it!" his attacker sneered.
                              
Draco was shaking more. The Aurors could do a lot worse to him. Maybe hand him over to the dementors.
                              
"Shut him up, please," the Auror behind him grunted. Salazar, that voice sounded familiar.
                              
"Silencio! You have no right to force yourself on anyone. Sit down, NOW!" the other Auror said, his voice was familiar, too.
                              
The Auror behind him swore under his breath and said, "Sorry, about that. We're not exactly on the clock. Saw the bin go flying and we didn't know what was happening, at first. I can heal you? Or I can take you to St. Mungo's?"
                              
He probably wanted to see what the Death Eater he had caught. He could have seen the Dark Mark when his arms were tied behind his back.
                              
"I'm fine," he said, though his voice was high.
                              
"You're not. Can you look at me?"
                              
He wanted to cry, but held it back. "I w-was r-released on p-probation. I'm not a f-fugitive... or an-anything. I didn't use magic..." he whispered, hoping that the Auror wouldn't arrest him, too. He hated the thought of going back to the Ministry. "P-Please...." He didn't know what he was begging for.
                              
"That's not what I am worried about. You were attacked. You are the victim. It's not your fault, what happened," the soft voice said, reassuringly. "Hey, come on. Just breathe and calm down."
                              
Draco wanted to believe that he didn't care that he was a Death Eater. He had been hexed to high heaven whenever he tried to go back to the wizarding community. He couldn't even appeal the seizure, since he didn't have an owl. He took a deep breath and turned his head and body to gaze at the wizard two feet away. The one who had shaggy black hair, green eyes and round glasses. His eyes went wide as he recognized him.
                              
"P-Potter?"
                              
Potter's eyes narrowed and he said, surprised, "Malfoy?"
                              
"Malfoy?" the other Auror repeated and looked over. It was Weasley. Potter held up his hand to tell his mate to back off.
                              
Fuck my life, Draco thought and buried his face in his hands as he brought his knees to his chest, curling into a tight ball. Of all the people! It had to be those two! He hadn't even realized he was crying, until he felt the wetness. And fuck my life more.