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Untouchable
Chapter Number/Total: 4/31
Chapter Title: Untouchable
Words: 2384 Words
Draco had managed a pretty thorough investigation of the place when the strange old house-elf found him. "Kreacher is telling you dinner is ready," it said, seeming a little in awe of him. Draco nodded and went to Potter's room, going down to his knees beside the bed again. He didn't like to disturb him if he were sleeping, but meals were very important to Potter regaining his strength. And maintaining a schedule was also important to helping Potter's mind find order as well.
Even in his sleep Harry heard a loose floorboard creak with Malfoy's steps and his eyes snapped open out of habit, much too used to getting punished for being asleep when he was supposed to be awake and ready. His eyes opened widely in fear as he stared up at Malfoy.
"Sorry to have to wake you, but it's time for dinner," Draco said. "Shepherd’s pie," he added hopefully, knowing it was one of Potter's favourites.
Harry continued to stare at him, waiting for a blow or some other show of anger.
"Dining room or kitchen?" Draco asked, wanting to get a response.
When no blow, no anger came, Harry blinked a few times. "Here," Harry said quietly, licking his dry lips and swallowing hard.
"If I let you eat in the bedroom this time, you have to promise to eat at the table with me next time," Draco replied.
Harry seemed to think it over quietly, chewing his lip before he nodded, agreeing.
Draco summoned the house-elf and told it to bring the food on a tray to the bedroom for the two of them.
"My mistress would not like you eating in here," Kreacher reproached and Draco scowled at it again.
"You are impertinent. Do as you are told," Draco snapped. The house-elf moved faster then, bringing the tray back quickly with a pop. Draco Transfigured the bedside table into something a little bigger and pulled up a chair to sit across from Potter.
Only then did Harry start to sit up, making sure that the blanket was still wrapped around him. The smell of the food made him feel almost dizzy with hunger, his stomach grumbling loudly and making Harry flush.
Draco smiled indulgently and cut slices of the pie for Potter and himself, putting a slice on each of their plates. "Shepherd's pie wasn't something my mother would have served, but I know you used to eat it at Hogwarts," he said in what he hoped was a conversational tone. He picked up his fork and took a bite. "Not bad."
Harry started to reach with his fingers and then looked at Malfoy, seeing him using a fork. He picked up his own fork and looked down at his food, trying to remember the last time he had eaten like this. Slowly he began to eat, fork trembling in his unsure fingers. He closed his eyes once he tasted the pie. It was perfect.
Draco smiled happily and ate his food. It felt good to see a look of pleasure on the other man's face. "This place seems big with just the two of us here," Draco continued his solitary banter. "But it must have been quite crowded when the Order used it as headquarters. The Weasleys alone would have made a racket."
Harry set his fork on the plate when he couldn't manage to get anymore down, his stomach fuller than it had been in a long time. Draco's words flooded his mind with images and memories, but they were good ones, leaving him feeling a little sad, but not scared.
"Done?" Draco asked when they had both finished their servings.
Harry nodded, his cheeks still a rosy red, which was a change from the usual paleness.
Draco used his wand to send the tray back to the kitchen and Unspell the bedside table. "Whatever you want to eat, you can have," he said.
Harry wouldn't ask for anything, however, even with Malfoy's promise, only eating what he was given. But he nodded anyway, in case Malfoy was looking for a reply of some sort.
Draco cocked his head, wondering how to negotiate the next part with a man who still barely responded. "I will be staying in this house with you," he said softly. "It's my job to help you and to take care of you while you heal. Do you understand that?"
Harry tilted his head to the side in curiosity, but nodded. Even though he wanted to know exactly what Malfoy meant by "take care of" him, he wasn't sure if he could ask.
"I need to know what you are comfortable with. Do you want me to stay in the next room?" Draco asked.
Harry glanced at the other bed quickly. "Sleep here," he murmured, reaching to fidget with the edge of his shirt.
The blond's eyes followed Harry's gaze. "Are you asking me to share the room, Potter?" he prompted.
"Yes," Harry answered, looking down at his lap and pulling the blanket tighter around him. If Malfoy really wanted to.
"Then that's where I will be," Draco answered, pulling his own luggage out of his pocket and releasing the Shrinking Charms on the bags.
Harry watched curiously, feeling a small ache from not being able to have and use his own wand. He hadn’t seen his own wand since .… He shuddered and pushed the thought away.
Draco set about unpacking his things, including a small pile of books he placed on the stand beside the bed. Once he had his belongings situated he sat down on the second bed and regarded Potter. They were off the map as far as therapy went, so he wasn't sure what he should do now. "Do you want to talk?" he asked.
Harry gave him a look that was clearly asking him Talk about what?, without him saying it.
"Aren't you even curious?" Draco asked. "I mean, you and I haven't seen each other since the end of sixth year."
"Curious about what?" Harry asked, his voice slightly rough from not using it.
"You have no idea where I went or what happened to me. I suppose I thought you might be interested," Draco said, then shrugged. "If not, that's fine. But we aren't following protocol here, so if there are things you want to ask me, you can."
It did interest him. Harry wanted to know what was happening while he was … gone, what he'd missed, but he didn't feel ready to talk about the past just yet. "What ... what did you mean by ... take care of me?"
Draco tilted his head. "Well, having the house-elf here means I won't have to do the cooking or cleaning." He smiled at that. "I am a Mind Healer. I am supposed to help you come to terms with what happened to you. From what I've read, you resisted the spells normally used for such things, so I will be helping you do it with a slower method."
"No matter … how long it takes?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco didn't know the answer to that. He had lived in hiding for two years and didn't want that again. But he wasn't going to give up easily on Potter. There was ... something that haunted him about the man. "They will expect progress," he said, "but I am willing to stay to work with you if you are willing to try to get better."
Harry didn't know if he'd ever get back to how he was before. He wasn't sure if he remembered that Harry. "Can I sleep now?" he asked.
"Of course," Draco said, pulling back Potter's covers and waiting for the man to lie down.
Harry lay down and curled up, looking up at Malfoy and waiting for him to pull the blanket over him. "You too?"
Draco pulled the blanket up and tucked it around the man. "Yes," he said quietly. "Just let me get ready for bed and I will be back." The blond gathered up his toiletries and some pyjamas and went to the bathroom just down the hall. When he was done, he returned to the bedroom.
Harry had closed his eyes for sleep, but, of course, he opened them again when he heard Malfoy walk back inside.
Draco settled into the bed that he had had the elf make up with clean sheets earlier. He smiled softly over at the other man. "Good night, Potter," he said.
Harry clutched the blanket and pulled it tighter around himself, curiously watching Malfoy before closing his eyes. "Night," he said, unable to remember the last time someone really wished him a good night.
Draco put out the candles with a flick of his wand and set it on the bedside table, sighing as he wriggled in the bed, getting comfortable. It had been a long day, so it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
***
Harry wasn't sure what it was that woke him up later on that night, but he couldn't fall back asleep. He sat up slowly and looked around, the moon shining through the window. He noticed then that there was something different about staying here rather than in St Mungo’s. There weren't people watching him through secret windows that he just knew were there, and he could really have time to himself.
He glanced at Malfoy. Maybe not exactly to himself. He quietly slipped out of his bed and padded across the small space between the beds, stopping when he was directly next to the other bed. "Can't fix me," he mumbled, looking down at Malfoy, the moon shining on that pale face. Harry walked to the edge of the bed and climbed on, hesitating for a moment before he straddled Malfoy’s body and moved up so that he was sitting on his hips. He had a better view from here.
Draco woke with a start as he felt the weight settle on him. "What?" he asked, confused and a bit frightened.
Harry didn't reply or move, but he watched, curious about what Malfoy would do.
The blond's heart was racing and he tried to calm down. "Potter? What are you doing?"
"You look different when you sleep," Harry finally mumbled.
Draco had no idea why the man was on top of him but it worried him. There was no record of violence by him at St Mungo’s, but then he had mostly ignored the staff there. "Potter, why are you sitting on me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.
"I thought." Harry paused, not sure what he was thinking of when he did this, suddenly feeling confused. Maybe he was trying to thank Malfoy somehow .... "You don't like it?" he asked softly.
A very inappropriate image flashed through Draco's mind at that and he shivered with his body's reaction. It had been a long time since .... He clamped that thought down quickly. "Potter, this isn't right," he said. "I am here to help you."
"But, do you?" Harry asked, beginning to shift his hips on purpose.
Draco gasped as Potter's body slid over his growing arousal. "Potter, you need to get off of me now," he said, nearly hissing.
"I ... I can help," Harry said, feeling and hearing the other man's reaction.
"No," Draco insisted. "I can't do this. You need to go back to your own bed."
"I can," Harry whispered, shifting against him. "Anything ....”
Draco reached up and grabbed the man's arms, trying to pull the man off. "Potter!"
Harry went still once he felt Malfoy's hands on him. Malfoy wanted him -- he was sure of it.
Draco shifted, pulling Potter sideways and rolling so the other man lay on his back. Then the blond scrambled backwards off the bed, panting.
Harry closed his eyes, laying where Malfoy put him, expecting him to move back onto the bed and on top of him. When he didn't, Harry opened his eyes and looked over, his mouth moving without sound.
Fighting his own feelings and his shock, Draco tried to calm down. "Potter, you don't have to ... I mean, I am supposed to take care of you, not take advantage of you."
Harry didn't understand. This was what he was, this was how he pleased … them.
After a minute, Draco felt a little calmer. "Potter," he said again, "I need you to go back to your own bed. We can talk about this later."
Harry bit his lip gently, but he moved, crawling out of that bed and slowly getting into his own, turning away from Malfoy.
Draco walked over, preparing to tuck the man back into bed. "You are ... a beautiful man, Potter," he confessed. "But you don't need to throw yourself at me like that for me to take care of you."
Harry looked over his shoulder as Malfoy spoke, wondering if he truly meant what he was saying. He couldn't remember anyone ever describing him as beautiful before. "Take care of me ...” he whispered.
Draco sighed, tucking the blanket around him and then, before he realised what he was doing, gently stroked a strand of hair off Potter's face. "We should cut your hair tomorrow," he said.
Harry flinched at the small show of affection. "Not too short," he murmured.
"We can use a Potion to regrow it after I cut out the damaged parts," Draco assured him.
Harry liked the idea of that. There was a small hint of what could've been a smile, but it was gone with the blink of an eye.
Draco patted the man's shoulder and then went back to the other bed, lying down again. He lay there staring up at the ceiling for a long time.
After a few minutes, Harry turned over to look at Malfoy again, going back to biting his lip gently in thought. He could tell that Malfoy liked what he did ... but then why didn't he want him to finish?
Draco tossed and turned, disturbed by the experience. He was loathe to admit it to himself, but his attraction to Potter might be a problem.
Harry turned back over and closed his eyes, ignoring the sounds of Malfoy in the next bed and forcing himself to sleep.
Chapter Title: Untouchable
Words: 2384 Words
Draco had managed a pretty thorough investigation of the place when the strange old house-elf found him. "Kreacher is telling you dinner is ready," it said, seeming a little in awe of him. Draco nodded and went to Potter's room, going down to his knees beside the bed again. He didn't like to disturb him if he were sleeping, but meals were very important to Potter regaining his strength. And maintaining a schedule was also important to helping Potter's mind find order as well.
Even in his sleep Harry heard a loose floorboard creak with Malfoy's steps and his eyes snapped open out of habit, much too used to getting punished for being asleep when he was supposed to be awake and ready. His eyes opened widely in fear as he stared up at Malfoy.
"Sorry to have to wake you, but it's time for dinner," Draco said. "Shepherd’s pie," he added hopefully, knowing it was one of Potter's favourites.
Harry continued to stare at him, waiting for a blow or some other show of anger.
"Dining room or kitchen?" Draco asked, wanting to get a response.
When no blow, no anger came, Harry blinked a few times. "Here," Harry said quietly, licking his dry lips and swallowing hard.
"If I let you eat in the bedroom this time, you have to promise to eat at the table with me next time," Draco replied.
Harry seemed to think it over quietly, chewing his lip before he nodded, agreeing.
Draco summoned the house-elf and told it to bring the food on a tray to the bedroom for the two of them.
"My mistress would not like you eating in here," Kreacher reproached and Draco scowled at it again.
"You are impertinent. Do as you are told," Draco snapped. The house-elf moved faster then, bringing the tray back quickly with a pop. Draco Transfigured the bedside table into something a little bigger and pulled up a chair to sit across from Potter.
Only then did Harry start to sit up, making sure that the blanket was still wrapped around him. The smell of the food made him feel almost dizzy with hunger, his stomach grumbling loudly and making Harry flush.
Draco smiled indulgently and cut slices of the pie for Potter and himself, putting a slice on each of their plates. "Shepherd's pie wasn't something my mother would have served, but I know you used to eat it at Hogwarts," he said in what he hoped was a conversational tone. He picked up his fork and took a bite. "Not bad."
Harry started to reach with his fingers and then looked at Malfoy, seeing him using a fork. He picked up his own fork and looked down at his food, trying to remember the last time he had eaten like this. Slowly he began to eat, fork trembling in his unsure fingers. He closed his eyes once he tasted the pie. It was perfect.
Draco smiled happily and ate his food. It felt good to see a look of pleasure on the other man's face. "This place seems big with just the two of us here," Draco continued his solitary banter. "But it must have been quite crowded when the Order used it as headquarters. The Weasleys alone would have made a racket."
Harry set his fork on the plate when he couldn't manage to get anymore down, his stomach fuller than it had been in a long time. Draco's words flooded his mind with images and memories, but they were good ones, leaving him feeling a little sad, but not scared.
"Done?" Draco asked when they had both finished their servings.
Harry nodded, his cheeks still a rosy red, which was a change from the usual paleness.
Draco used his wand to send the tray back to the kitchen and Unspell the bedside table. "Whatever you want to eat, you can have," he said.
Harry wouldn't ask for anything, however, even with Malfoy's promise, only eating what he was given. But he nodded anyway, in case Malfoy was looking for a reply of some sort.
Draco cocked his head, wondering how to negotiate the next part with a man who still barely responded. "I will be staying in this house with you," he said softly. "It's my job to help you and to take care of you while you heal. Do you understand that?"
Harry tilted his head to the side in curiosity, but nodded. Even though he wanted to know exactly what Malfoy meant by "take care of" him, he wasn't sure if he could ask.
"I need to know what you are comfortable with. Do you want me to stay in the next room?" Draco asked.
Harry glanced at the other bed quickly. "Sleep here," he murmured, reaching to fidget with the edge of his shirt.
The blond's eyes followed Harry's gaze. "Are you asking me to share the room, Potter?" he prompted.
"Yes," Harry answered, looking down at his lap and pulling the blanket tighter around him. If Malfoy really wanted to.
"Then that's where I will be," Draco answered, pulling his own luggage out of his pocket and releasing the Shrinking Charms on the bags.
Harry watched curiously, feeling a small ache from not being able to have and use his own wand. He hadn’t seen his own wand since .… He shuddered and pushed the thought away.
Draco set about unpacking his things, including a small pile of books he placed on the stand beside the bed. Once he had his belongings situated he sat down on the second bed and regarded Potter. They were off the map as far as therapy went, so he wasn't sure what he should do now. "Do you want to talk?" he asked.
Harry gave him a look that was clearly asking him Talk about what?, without him saying it.
"Aren't you even curious?" Draco asked. "I mean, you and I haven't seen each other since the end of sixth year."
"Curious about what?" Harry asked, his voice slightly rough from not using it.
"You have no idea where I went or what happened to me. I suppose I thought you might be interested," Draco said, then shrugged. "If not, that's fine. But we aren't following protocol here, so if there are things you want to ask me, you can."
It did interest him. Harry wanted to know what was happening while he was … gone, what he'd missed, but he didn't feel ready to talk about the past just yet. "What ... what did you mean by ... take care of me?"
Draco tilted his head. "Well, having the house-elf here means I won't have to do the cooking or cleaning." He smiled at that. "I am a Mind Healer. I am supposed to help you come to terms with what happened to you. From what I've read, you resisted the spells normally used for such things, so I will be helping you do it with a slower method."
"No matter … how long it takes?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco didn't know the answer to that. He had lived in hiding for two years and didn't want that again. But he wasn't going to give up easily on Potter. There was ... something that haunted him about the man. "They will expect progress," he said, "but I am willing to stay to work with you if you are willing to try to get better."
Harry didn't know if he'd ever get back to how he was before. He wasn't sure if he remembered that Harry. "Can I sleep now?" he asked.
"Of course," Draco said, pulling back Potter's covers and waiting for the man to lie down.
Harry lay down and curled up, looking up at Malfoy and waiting for him to pull the blanket over him. "You too?"
Draco pulled the blanket up and tucked it around the man. "Yes," he said quietly. "Just let me get ready for bed and I will be back." The blond gathered up his toiletries and some pyjamas and went to the bathroom just down the hall. When he was done, he returned to the bedroom.
Harry had closed his eyes for sleep, but, of course, he opened them again when he heard Malfoy walk back inside.
Draco settled into the bed that he had had the elf make up with clean sheets earlier. He smiled softly over at the other man. "Good night, Potter," he said.
Harry clutched the blanket and pulled it tighter around himself, curiously watching Malfoy before closing his eyes. "Night," he said, unable to remember the last time someone really wished him a good night.
Draco put out the candles with a flick of his wand and set it on the bedside table, sighing as he wriggled in the bed, getting comfortable. It had been a long day, so it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
***
Harry wasn't sure what it was that woke him up later on that night, but he couldn't fall back asleep. He sat up slowly and looked around, the moon shining through the window. He noticed then that there was something different about staying here rather than in St Mungo’s. There weren't people watching him through secret windows that he just knew were there, and he could really have time to himself.
He glanced at Malfoy. Maybe not exactly to himself. He quietly slipped out of his bed and padded across the small space between the beds, stopping when he was directly next to the other bed. "Can't fix me," he mumbled, looking down at Malfoy, the moon shining on that pale face. Harry walked to the edge of the bed and climbed on, hesitating for a moment before he straddled Malfoy’s body and moved up so that he was sitting on his hips. He had a better view from here.
Draco woke with a start as he felt the weight settle on him. "What?" he asked, confused and a bit frightened.
Harry didn't reply or move, but he watched, curious about what Malfoy would do.
The blond's heart was racing and he tried to calm down. "Potter? What are you doing?"
"You look different when you sleep," Harry finally mumbled.
Draco had no idea why the man was on top of him but it worried him. There was no record of violence by him at St Mungo’s, but then he had mostly ignored the staff there. "Potter, why are you sitting on me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.
"I thought." Harry paused, not sure what he was thinking of when he did this, suddenly feeling confused. Maybe he was trying to thank Malfoy somehow .... "You don't like it?" he asked softly.
A very inappropriate image flashed through Draco's mind at that and he shivered with his body's reaction. It had been a long time since .... He clamped that thought down quickly. "Potter, this isn't right," he said. "I am here to help you."
"But, do you?" Harry asked, beginning to shift his hips on purpose.
Draco gasped as Potter's body slid over his growing arousal. "Potter, you need to get off of me now," he said, nearly hissing.
"I ... I can help," Harry said, feeling and hearing the other man's reaction.
"No," Draco insisted. "I can't do this. You need to go back to your own bed."
"I can," Harry whispered, shifting against him. "Anything ....”
Draco reached up and grabbed the man's arms, trying to pull the man off. "Potter!"
Harry went still once he felt Malfoy's hands on him. Malfoy wanted him -- he was sure of it.
Draco shifted, pulling Potter sideways and rolling so the other man lay on his back. Then the blond scrambled backwards off the bed, panting.
Harry closed his eyes, laying where Malfoy put him, expecting him to move back onto the bed and on top of him. When he didn't, Harry opened his eyes and looked over, his mouth moving without sound.
Fighting his own feelings and his shock, Draco tried to calm down. "Potter, you don't have to ... I mean, I am supposed to take care of you, not take advantage of you."
Harry didn't understand. This was what he was, this was how he pleased … them.
After a minute, Draco felt a little calmer. "Potter," he said again, "I need you to go back to your own bed. We can talk about this later."
Harry bit his lip gently, but he moved, crawling out of that bed and slowly getting into his own, turning away from Malfoy.
Draco walked over, preparing to tuck the man back into bed. "You are ... a beautiful man, Potter," he confessed. "But you don't need to throw yourself at me like that for me to take care of you."
Harry looked over his shoulder as Malfoy spoke, wondering if he truly meant what he was saying. He couldn't remember anyone ever describing him as beautiful before. "Take care of me ...” he whispered.
Draco sighed, tucking the blanket around him and then, before he realised what he was doing, gently stroked a strand of hair off Potter's face. "We should cut your hair tomorrow," he said.
Harry flinched at the small show of affection. "Not too short," he murmured.
"We can use a Potion to regrow it after I cut out the damaged parts," Draco assured him.
Harry liked the idea of that. There was a small hint of what could've been a smile, but it was gone with the blink of an eye.
Draco patted the man's shoulder and then went back to the other bed, lying down again. He lay there staring up at the ceiling for a long time.
After a few minutes, Harry turned over to look at Malfoy again, going back to biting his lip gently in thought. He could tell that Malfoy liked what he did ... but then why didn't he want him to finish?
Draco tossed and turned, disturbed by the experience. He was loathe to admit it to himself, but his attraction to Potter might be a problem.
Harry turned back over and closed his eyes, ignoring the sounds of Malfoy in the next bed and forcing himself to sleep.