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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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40,016
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227
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2
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Here For You
Chapter Number/Total: 17/36
Chapter Title: Here For You
Words: 2931 Words
Once in the bathroom, Draco set Harry down and turned on the water, then turned and closed the door. "Do you think they heard us?" he asked and then rolled his eye. "I think we were loud."
"Oh, they might have," Harry whispered, blushing hard. "You think they'll say something about it?"
"I don't know them very well," Draco answered. "Can you stand in the shower?"
"Probably," Harry answered, moving to get up.
"We could rinse and then soak in a bath if you want," Draco said.
"Soaking sounds good," he replied, moving toward the bathtub. "Come on."
Draco helped Harry into the bath and turned on the shower.
"Ahh," Harry said as warm water ran over his body, moving under the spray, just standing there and letting it flatten down his hair. He hissed softly when the water ran down his back and over his arse, the blood going along with it.
Draco watched the blood run down his lover's body. That was one of the disturbing aspects of his change; this constant fascination with blood.
Harry bent forward slightly, letting the water run down between his arse cheeks. "Ahh," he sighed again, feeling more comfortable.
Draco got into the bath and licked his lips, remembering and trying to control his rising lust. He was sure Harry needed a rest, at the very least.
Harry seemed to forget Draco was in the bath with him as he opened his legs wider and bent forward more.
Draco growled low in his throat, clenching his clawed hands as the position brought him very quickly to full arousal.
"Draco?" he asked, hearing the growl and wondering if maybe he was taking up all the space. "Sorry."
Draco took a step back, pressing himself against the tiles. He tried to remember words.
Harry stood up straight. "What's wrong?"
Draco whimpered, like a dog begging for a bone. He couldn't help it.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said again, not knowing what for. He stepped forward reaching out until he touched Draco's chest.
Draco shuddered under his touch, his desire so hot that he was terrified of losing control. Didn't they just have sex? How could he be so turned on so soon after? Those fingers on the soft fur and skin of his chest were maddeningly wonderful, and he arched into them.
"You want to go again, don't you?" Harry whispered gently, moving to press against him. "That is what I'm here for."
Draco gasped as Harry pressed his wet body against him, his cock brushing against the man's thigh as he did. "Yes," he said, but it sounded like more of a growl again.
Harry smiled and turned around, leaning forward a bit. Even if he was tired, he was there for Draco.
Draco's hands reached for Harry again, pulling him back against him so that his cock pressed into the crevice of the man's arse.
Harry opened his legs wider and slowly began to rub against him, still smiling.
Harry was still slick with Draco's come from earlier and the blond growled at the sensation, thrusting between those rounded cheeks. He wrapped his arms around his lover, holding the man's back against his own chest.
Harry turned and rested his head on Draco's shoulder, beginning to breathe harder with every thrust of Draco's hips.
"Fuck, yes," Draco growled. "Get hard for me, touch yourself."
Harry wrapped a hand around his own cock and began to stroke slowly. He bit his lip hard, his body working to catch up.
Draco watched over Harry's shoulder, while still thrusting between his arse cheeks. He had not entered him yet.
Soon, Harry was hard again, his hips twitching to thrust into his hand. "Draco ...."
"Yes," he growled against Harry's ear, the sensation making his chest vibrate.
"Want more," Harry mumbled, squeezing himself as he began to stroke harder.
"Tell me," Draco insisted, his voice vibrating. His back was still pressed against cold tiles, and he had the warm body of the other man pulled to his chest and groin.
"Fuck me," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Yes," Draco growled, sliding down so that the head of his cock caught on the ridge of skin at the other man's opening, and then angling his hips, pressing in slowly.
Harry winced at the feeling, his muscles relaxing and clenching, but he didn't tell Draco to slow down or stop.
That low growl started as a vibration in his chest again as Draco slid all the way into Harry. He held him there, arms still around the other man and claws curled protectively into his own palms. He could feel his arousal swell at the tight heat surrounding him. "Now wank yourself off," Draco growled against his lover's ear.
Harry began to stroke himself again, feeling closer with every stroke. "Move," he whispered, "harder ...."
Draco slid his hands back to Harry's hips, claws pressing into flesh as he began to thrust, deep and slow into the other man.
Harry moaned softly, his hand slipping away from his cock as he concentrated only on Draco's thrusts.
Tight, wet heat, the feeling of flesh around him and under his claws, the smell of Harry and feel of the man's hair against his face -- this was all Draco was aware of as he slid deep, rocking his hips to continue the languid fuck.
"Too slow," Harry whispered after a few minutes of it, needing more than just this rhythm to come.
Draco thrust faster, growling again as he did. The harder thrusts dug his claws into Harry's hips and he could smell blood from fresh wounds.
Harry groaned, placing his hands over Draco's and feeling the blood run under his fingers. "Gods," he murmured, biting his lip again.
"Touch ... yourself," Draco growled, breathing faster and feeling his balls tighten.
Harry began to stroke himself again, while listening to Draco, the blood on his hand making it feel more slick.
Watching Harry wank with his own blood pushed Draco over the edge and he came, shooting deep inside the other man as he pulled him tight.
Feeling that warmth again made Harry begin to come hard, shuddering as he thrust into his hand a few more times.
Draco trembled, gritting his teeth to keep himself from howling at the intensity of the feeling and smell of Harry's come and blood.
Harry wanted to lay down, his remaining strength fleeting, and he was glad Draco was holding him up; without that support, he was sure he would've slipped down in the bath.
Draco held him firmly as he stepped back under the water, rinsing them both off. Then, still holding Harry, he turned the lever so that the shower turned off and the tub began to fill. He cradled Harry against him and went to his knees, holding him.
Grateful that Draco understood what he was going through, Harry let him move him around, already sure that he couldn't do it himself. "Mm, Draco ...."
Holding Harry against his chest, Draco leaned back, lying there with them both soaking in the water and Harry closed his eyes while settling back against him, sure that he could easily fall asleep like this.
They sat quietly in the water for a while. When the water started to get cold, Draco nudged Harry. "Time to get out of the water," he said quietly.
Harry huffed and shook his head, not wanting to move even though his fingers had wrinkled in the cold water.
"Harry, it's cold in here," Draco complained. "You can sleep in your bed if you want to."
Groaning, Harry got up and stepped out of the tub, shivering in the cold air. He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered which direction the towels were in.
Draco stood too, removing the plug and reaching for the towels, wrapping one around Harry and then beginning to dry himself off.
"Thanks," Harry said, using the towel to rub off the dripping water. When he was done, he wrapped it around his waist, turning around, shaking the water out of his hair. "Done?"
Draco stepped out of the tub and looked down at Harry. He found his own brush and awkwardly brushed his hair. It was hard to hold with the claws, but he was getting used to it. "Don't you brush your hair?" he asked.
"Not usually. I should start now because it's been getting tangled a lot, but oh well," he said and shrugged.
Draco huffed. He picked up the other brush and handed it to him. "Just because you can't see, doesn't mean you can't brush," he said gruffly.
Harry scowled, beginning to brush through his hair. "Ow," he muttered a few times, getting stuck.
Draco leaned against the wall, arms across his chest, and watched Harry.
When he was finally done, his hair almost reached his shoulders, still slightly curly from the water. "Better?" Harry asked, holding the brush out for Draco to take.
"Yes," Draco said, but he didn't take the brush. "Use your hands, feel the shelf above the sink and put the brush down on it. You have got to let your hands see for you."
Sighing, Harry moved forward until he reached the sink. He gripped the edge with one hand as he slowly reached up, feeling around for the shelf. "There," he whispered, setting it down a moment later and stepping back.
"Now, you will go back to our room," Draco said. "I will be right behind you. But I am not going to lead you. You can use your hands and find the way."
"Fine," he murmured, turning and nearly walking into the toilet.
Draco rumbled low. "You are Harry fucking Potter, if you can destroy Voldemort blind, you can bloody well learn to walk around your own house!" he snapped.
Harry flushed and crossed his arms over his chest, making sure to step away from the toilet before continuing to the door slowly. He reached out to touch the door when he reached it, moving down to grip the doorknob.
Draco watched silently. Harry always seemed to do better when he was angry.
He pulled it open quickly and stormed outside, using one hand to feel his way to the room.
Draco padded after him, smiling.
When Harry reached their room, he pushed open the door, stumbling a bit, but too angry to notice.
Draco watched the other man. Harry's buttocks and hips were both decorated with puncture wounds now. "You need to go get a wand today," he said as sat down on the bed.
"Why today?" he mumbled, sitting on the bed, too.
"Because you are injured," he said, "and unless you want to ask Remus, Tonks or someone else to heal those, you will need a wand."
"They're fine," he muttered, pulling his towel away and running his fingers over the gashes on his hips.
"You like them?" Draco asked, realising it only then.
Harry blushed and nodded, prodding one of the wounds. "Dunno why," he whispered, trying to figure it out himself.
"Come here," Draco said.
Harry crawled over slowly.
Draco looked into Harry's face, searching those green eyes. Maybe it was because he couldn't see himself being watched, but they seemed more expressive than ever. "Did you always like pain?" Draco asked.
"No," he answered quietly, stopping when he reached him. "At least I don't think so."
"When can you remember liking it?" he asked quietly.
"Only when you would hurt me," he whispered, sitting back on his heels.
"At Hogwarts?" Draco asked.
"No ... you never hurt me in Hogwarts, Malfoy," he said, smiling a bit.
Draco grimaced. "Then, when I ... hurt you, when we were alone?" he asked.
"Yes," he answered, tilting his head back in thought. "It was probably because I didn't think it was real and I kept thinking about what we did before ...."
"When ... Father ... came in?" Draco continued. He didn't want to upset Harry, but he really wanted to understand this.
Harry blinked and shook his head quickly, looking down. "I didn't like that."
"And the next time?"
"With Lucius?"
"No, the final time there," Draco whispered.
"Honestly, I wasn't concentrating on what was happening to me. I was too focused on what I was supposed to do," Harry answered quietly.
Draco was quiet for a minute, thinking about it. "Did I do this to you?" he asked.
"Maybe you just ... brought it out," he replied softly.
"I still want you to take care of yourself," Draco said. "At least use something so that the wounds heal properly. Look at it this way, I can always make new ones."
"I will. I think there's stuff in the bathroom cabinet. Or that's what Remus said," he replied.
Draco's raised eyebrow was lost on Harry. "Remus?" he asked. "You told him?"
"Well, not about this, but he just told me where there were different potions and such when we came here," he answered, nodding.
Draco frowned, thinking and looking at his hands. He wouldn't be brewing potions anymore. He could barely brush his hair. And with no wand ....
"You'll have to adjust too, you know," Harry said, continuing on. "I'm here to help."
"Adjust. Right," Draco huffed.
"Yeah, come on." He shifted closer. "If I can do it, you can. Even though it's different."
"Yes, it's different, Harry," he said. "You are a hero and I am a convicted Death Eater."
"Who helped me a lot. Once I tell them that, you'll be free. Completely, Draco," he answered.
Draco looked into those earnest eyes and decided not to tell him about the paper or the realities of the wizarding world. Time enough later for that. He used the back of his hand to stroke Harry's cheek.
Harry leaned into the touch, sighing softly. "I mean it."
"I know you do," Draco said, leaning his forehead against Harry's.
He grinned. "Good. Now what?" he asked, feeling energised again.
Draco snorted. "Get dressed and go get a wand," he said.
Harry sighed, slowly getting up. "I don't want to go outside," he said miserably.
"Can't hide in here with me," Draco said.
"Why not?" he asked quietly, moving toward his trunk.
"For the same reason you wouldn't leave me in Azkaban when I asked you," Draco answered, picking up their shredded clothing and putting it aside. He looked for another pair of pull-on trousers and found them. They were both wearing Harry's clothes at this point and they were both too large and too short for Draco.
"It's going to be horrible," Harry said, pulling out some clothes. He threw them on the bed, not even bothering to ask if they matched. "People bothered me before, but now? I can't even see them to hide first."
"Your friends will protect you; they always do." Draco's voice held an edge of resentment toward them, but he was glad it was true anyway.
"I don't want to go with them," Harry answered softly, shrugging. "I was thinking of asking Tonks."
"She is one of your friends, isn't she?" Draco asked.
"Well, yeah, I assumed you meant Hermione and Ron," he replied, holding up shorts to wear.
Draco found a shirt and didn't bother with socks; his claws would just shred them.
Harry pulled the shorts on then the trousers he had pulled out, sighing when they sagged on his hips. "I need a shirt," he mumbled, biting his lip thoughtfully.
Draco sat on the bed watching Harry rummage around in the trunk for clothes. "You need decent clothes," he muttered, frowning at what he was wearing.
"I know," he answered, standing up straight, a shirt in his hands. He pulled it on and smoothed his hands down it. "Do I even match? Sort of? Not that I really care, but, you know."
"Not that it ever seemed to matter before," Draco muttered.
Harry blushed and nodded, turning away as he ran a hand through his hair. He felt slightly embarrassed as he tried to remember where he had put his shoes.
"I tucked them under the bed," Draco said when he saw Harry frowning at the floor. "I tripped on them."
"Oh, could you get them for me?" he asked, wondering if Draco was still making him do everything on his own.
"They are on the side by the door, near the foot of the bed," Draco told him.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, feeling along the bed as he went in that direction. By the time he found them Harry was frustrated; he sat down on the bed and went about the task of pulling them on.
"Look at it this way," Draco said watching Harry, "when you get your wand, you can hex me or Summon your shoes."
"Maybe I'll do both," he answered, finally getting them on right.
"Good," Draco snorted.
"Good. Until then, just help me with little things, please?" he asked, pouting a bit.
"I did help," the blond said and sighed. "How long do you think it would have taken you if I hadn't told you where the shoes were?"
"All day, probably," he answered, sighing too, "Thanks, though."
"You're procrastinating," Draco said. "I am going to go try to find something to eat. You go get your wand."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Can I get a goodbye kiss?"
"Can you?" Draco smirked, stepping close to him.
Harry nodded, feeling Draco step close. He leaned up and kissed him gently, pulling away with a small smile. "Talk to you later."
Chapter Title: Here For You
Words: 2931 Words
Once in the bathroom, Draco set Harry down and turned on the water, then turned and closed the door. "Do you think they heard us?" he asked and then rolled his eye. "I think we were loud."
"Oh, they might have," Harry whispered, blushing hard. "You think they'll say something about it?"
"I don't know them very well," Draco answered. "Can you stand in the shower?"
"Probably," Harry answered, moving to get up.
"We could rinse and then soak in a bath if you want," Draco said.
"Soaking sounds good," he replied, moving toward the bathtub. "Come on."
Draco helped Harry into the bath and turned on the shower.
"Ahh," Harry said as warm water ran over his body, moving under the spray, just standing there and letting it flatten down his hair. He hissed softly when the water ran down his back and over his arse, the blood going along with it.
Draco watched the blood run down his lover's body. That was one of the disturbing aspects of his change; this constant fascination with blood.
Harry bent forward slightly, letting the water run down between his arse cheeks. "Ahh," he sighed again, feeling more comfortable.
Draco got into the bath and licked his lips, remembering and trying to control his rising lust. He was sure Harry needed a rest, at the very least.
Harry seemed to forget Draco was in the bath with him as he opened his legs wider and bent forward more.
Draco growled low in his throat, clenching his clawed hands as the position brought him very quickly to full arousal.
"Draco?" he asked, hearing the growl and wondering if maybe he was taking up all the space. "Sorry."
Draco took a step back, pressing himself against the tiles. He tried to remember words.
Harry stood up straight. "What's wrong?"
Draco whimpered, like a dog begging for a bone. He couldn't help it.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said again, not knowing what for. He stepped forward reaching out until he touched Draco's chest.
Draco shuddered under his touch, his desire so hot that he was terrified of losing control. Didn't they just have sex? How could he be so turned on so soon after? Those fingers on the soft fur and skin of his chest were maddeningly wonderful, and he arched into them.
"You want to go again, don't you?" Harry whispered gently, moving to press against him. "That is what I'm here for."
Draco gasped as Harry pressed his wet body against him, his cock brushing against the man's thigh as he did. "Yes," he said, but it sounded like more of a growl again.
Harry smiled and turned around, leaning forward a bit. Even if he was tired, he was there for Draco.
Draco's hands reached for Harry again, pulling him back against him so that his cock pressed into the crevice of the man's arse.
Harry opened his legs wider and slowly began to rub against him, still smiling.
Harry was still slick with Draco's come from earlier and the blond growled at the sensation, thrusting between those rounded cheeks. He wrapped his arms around his lover, holding the man's back against his own chest.
Harry turned and rested his head on Draco's shoulder, beginning to breathe harder with every thrust of Draco's hips.
"Fuck, yes," Draco growled. "Get hard for me, touch yourself."
Harry wrapped a hand around his own cock and began to stroke slowly. He bit his lip hard, his body working to catch up.
Draco watched over Harry's shoulder, while still thrusting between his arse cheeks. He had not entered him yet.
Soon, Harry was hard again, his hips twitching to thrust into his hand. "Draco ...."
"Yes," he growled against Harry's ear, the sensation making his chest vibrate.
"Want more," Harry mumbled, squeezing himself as he began to stroke harder.
"Tell me," Draco insisted, his voice vibrating. His back was still pressed against cold tiles, and he had the warm body of the other man pulled to his chest and groin.
"Fuck me," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Yes," Draco growled, sliding down so that the head of his cock caught on the ridge of skin at the other man's opening, and then angling his hips, pressing in slowly.
Harry winced at the feeling, his muscles relaxing and clenching, but he didn't tell Draco to slow down or stop.
That low growl started as a vibration in his chest again as Draco slid all the way into Harry. He held him there, arms still around the other man and claws curled protectively into his own palms. He could feel his arousal swell at the tight heat surrounding him. "Now wank yourself off," Draco growled against his lover's ear.
Harry began to stroke himself again, feeling closer with every stroke. "Move," he whispered, "harder ...."
Draco slid his hands back to Harry's hips, claws pressing into flesh as he began to thrust, deep and slow into the other man.
Harry moaned softly, his hand slipping away from his cock as he concentrated only on Draco's thrusts.
Tight, wet heat, the feeling of flesh around him and under his claws, the smell of Harry and feel of the man's hair against his face -- this was all Draco was aware of as he slid deep, rocking his hips to continue the languid fuck.
"Too slow," Harry whispered after a few minutes of it, needing more than just this rhythm to come.
Draco thrust faster, growling again as he did. The harder thrusts dug his claws into Harry's hips and he could smell blood from fresh wounds.
Harry groaned, placing his hands over Draco's and feeling the blood run under his fingers. "Gods," he murmured, biting his lip again.
"Touch ... yourself," Draco growled, breathing faster and feeling his balls tighten.
Harry began to stroke himself again, while listening to Draco, the blood on his hand making it feel more slick.
Watching Harry wank with his own blood pushed Draco over the edge and he came, shooting deep inside the other man as he pulled him tight.
Feeling that warmth again made Harry begin to come hard, shuddering as he thrust into his hand a few more times.
Draco trembled, gritting his teeth to keep himself from howling at the intensity of the feeling and smell of Harry's come and blood.
Harry wanted to lay down, his remaining strength fleeting, and he was glad Draco was holding him up; without that support, he was sure he would've slipped down in the bath.
Draco held him firmly as he stepped back under the water, rinsing them both off. Then, still holding Harry, he turned the lever so that the shower turned off and the tub began to fill. He cradled Harry against him and went to his knees, holding him.
Grateful that Draco understood what he was going through, Harry let him move him around, already sure that he couldn't do it himself. "Mm, Draco ...."
Holding Harry against his chest, Draco leaned back, lying there with them both soaking in the water and Harry closed his eyes while settling back against him, sure that he could easily fall asleep like this.
They sat quietly in the water for a while. When the water started to get cold, Draco nudged Harry. "Time to get out of the water," he said quietly.
Harry huffed and shook his head, not wanting to move even though his fingers had wrinkled in the cold water.
"Harry, it's cold in here," Draco complained. "You can sleep in your bed if you want to."
Groaning, Harry got up and stepped out of the tub, shivering in the cold air. He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered which direction the towels were in.
Draco stood too, removing the plug and reaching for the towels, wrapping one around Harry and then beginning to dry himself off.
"Thanks," Harry said, using the towel to rub off the dripping water. When he was done, he wrapped it around his waist, turning around, shaking the water out of his hair. "Done?"
Draco stepped out of the tub and looked down at Harry. He found his own brush and awkwardly brushed his hair. It was hard to hold with the claws, but he was getting used to it. "Don't you brush your hair?" he asked.
"Not usually. I should start now because it's been getting tangled a lot, but oh well," he said and shrugged.
Draco huffed. He picked up the other brush and handed it to him. "Just because you can't see, doesn't mean you can't brush," he said gruffly.
Harry scowled, beginning to brush through his hair. "Ow," he muttered a few times, getting stuck.
Draco leaned against the wall, arms across his chest, and watched Harry.
When he was finally done, his hair almost reached his shoulders, still slightly curly from the water. "Better?" Harry asked, holding the brush out for Draco to take.
"Yes," Draco said, but he didn't take the brush. "Use your hands, feel the shelf above the sink and put the brush down on it. You have got to let your hands see for you."
Sighing, Harry moved forward until he reached the sink. He gripped the edge with one hand as he slowly reached up, feeling around for the shelf. "There," he whispered, setting it down a moment later and stepping back.
"Now, you will go back to our room," Draco said. "I will be right behind you. But I am not going to lead you. You can use your hands and find the way."
"Fine," he murmured, turning and nearly walking into the toilet.
Draco rumbled low. "You are Harry fucking Potter, if you can destroy Voldemort blind, you can bloody well learn to walk around your own house!" he snapped.
Harry flushed and crossed his arms over his chest, making sure to step away from the toilet before continuing to the door slowly. He reached out to touch the door when he reached it, moving down to grip the doorknob.
Draco watched silently. Harry always seemed to do better when he was angry.
He pulled it open quickly and stormed outside, using one hand to feel his way to the room.
Draco padded after him, smiling.
When Harry reached their room, he pushed open the door, stumbling a bit, but too angry to notice.
Draco watched the other man. Harry's buttocks and hips were both decorated with puncture wounds now. "You need to go get a wand today," he said as sat down on the bed.
"Why today?" he mumbled, sitting on the bed, too.
"Because you are injured," he said, "and unless you want to ask Remus, Tonks or someone else to heal those, you will need a wand."
"They're fine," he muttered, pulling his towel away and running his fingers over the gashes on his hips.
"You like them?" Draco asked, realising it only then.
Harry blushed and nodded, prodding one of the wounds. "Dunno why," he whispered, trying to figure it out himself.
"Come here," Draco said.
Harry crawled over slowly.
Draco looked into Harry's face, searching those green eyes. Maybe it was because he couldn't see himself being watched, but they seemed more expressive than ever. "Did you always like pain?" Draco asked.
"No," he answered quietly, stopping when he reached him. "At least I don't think so."
"When can you remember liking it?" he asked quietly.
"Only when you would hurt me," he whispered, sitting back on his heels.
"At Hogwarts?" Draco asked.
"No ... you never hurt me in Hogwarts, Malfoy," he said, smiling a bit.
Draco grimaced. "Then, when I ... hurt you, when we were alone?" he asked.
"Yes," he answered, tilting his head back in thought. "It was probably because I didn't think it was real and I kept thinking about what we did before ...."
"When ... Father ... came in?" Draco continued. He didn't want to upset Harry, but he really wanted to understand this.
Harry blinked and shook his head quickly, looking down. "I didn't like that."
"And the next time?"
"With Lucius?"
"No, the final time there," Draco whispered.
"Honestly, I wasn't concentrating on what was happening to me. I was too focused on what I was supposed to do," Harry answered quietly.
Draco was quiet for a minute, thinking about it. "Did I do this to you?" he asked.
"Maybe you just ... brought it out," he replied softly.
"I still want you to take care of yourself," Draco said. "At least use something so that the wounds heal properly. Look at it this way, I can always make new ones."
"I will. I think there's stuff in the bathroom cabinet. Or that's what Remus said," he replied.
Draco's raised eyebrow was lost on Harry. "Remus?" he asked. "You told him?"
"Well, not about this, but he just told me where there were different potions and such when we came here," he answered, nodding.
Draco frowned, thinking and looking at his hands. He wouldn't be brewing potions anymore. He could barely brush his hair. And with no wand ....
"You'll have to adjust too, you know," Harry said, continuing on. "I'm here to help."
"Adjust. Right," Draco huffed.
"Yeah, come on." He shifted closer. "If I can do it, you can. Even though it's different."
"Yes, it's different, Harry," he said. "You are a hero and I am a convicted Death Eater."
"Who helped me a lot. Once I tell them that, you'll be free. Completely, Draco," he answered.
Draco looked into those earnest eyes and decided not to tell him about the paper or the realities of the wizarding world. Time enough later for that. He used the back of his hand to stroke Harry's cheek.
Harry leaned into the touch, sighing softly. "I mean it."
"I know you do," Draco said, leaning his forehead against Harry's.
He grinned. "Good. Now what?" he asked, feeling energised again.
Draco snorted. "Get dressed and go get a wand," he said.
Harry sighed, slowly getting up. "I don't want to go outside," he said miserably.
"Can't hide in here with me," Draco said.
"Why not?" he asked quietly, moving toward his trunk.
"For the same reason you wouldn't leave me in Azkaban when I asked you," Draco answered, picking up their shredded clothing and putting it aside. He looked for another pair of pull-on trousers and found them. They were both wearing Harry's clothes at this point and they were both too large and too short for Draco.
"It's going to be horrible," Harry said, pulling out some clothes. He threw them on the bed, not even bothering to ask if they matched. "People bothered me before, but now? I can't even see them to hide first."
"Your friends will protect you; they always do." Draco's voice held an edge of resentment toward them, but he was glad it was true anyway.
"I don't want to go with them," Harry answered softly, shrugging. "I was thinking of asking Tonks."
"She is one of your friends, isn't she?" Draco asked.
"Well, yeah, I assumed you meant Hermione and Ron," he replied, holding up shorts to wear.
Draco found a shirt and didn't bother with socks; his claws would just shred them.
Harry pulled the shorts on then the trousers he had pulled out, sighing when they sagged on his hips. "I need a shirt," he mumbled, biting his lip thoughtfully.
Draco sat on the bed watching Harry rummage around in the trunk for clothes. "You need decent clothes," he muttered, frowning at what he was wearing.
"I know," he answered, standing up straight, a shirt in his hands. He pulled it on and smoothed his hands down it. "Do I even match? Sort of? Not that I really care, but, you know."
"Not that it ever seemed to matter before," Draco muttered.
Harry blushed and nodded, turning away as he ran a hand through his hair. He felt slightly embarrassed as he tried to remember where he had put his shoes.
"I tucked them under the bed," Draco said when he saw Harry frowning at the floor. "I tripped on them."
"Oh, could you get them for me?" he asked, wondering if Draco was still making him do everything on his own.
"They are on the side by the door, near the foot of the bed," Draco told him.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, feeling along the bed as he went in that direction. By the time he found them Harry was frustrated; he sat down on the bed and went about the task of pulling them on.
"Look at it this way," Draco said watching Harry, "when you get your wand, you can hex me or Summon your shoes."
"Maybe I'll do both," he answered, finally getting them on right.
"Good," Draco snorted.
"Good. Until then, just help me with little things, please?" he asked, pouting a bit.
"I did help," the blond said and sighed. "How long do you think it would have taken you if I hadn't told you where the shoes were?"
"All day, probably," he answered, sighing too, "Thanks, though."
"You're procrastinating," Draco said. "I am going to go try to find something to eat. You go get your wand."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Can I get a goodbye kiss?"
"Can you?" Draco smirked, stepping close to him.
Harry nodded, feeling Draco step close. He leaned up and kissed him gently, pulling away with a small smile. "Talk to you later."