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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
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43,504
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301
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1
Currently Reading:
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Bad Day
Chapter Number/Total: 7/31
Chapter Title: Bad Day
Words: 1687 Words
Harry woke up about an hour later, blinking as he opened his eyes and tried to remember whose lap his head was in. He carefully shifted and looked up, only seeing the back of a book.
Draco felt the man shift, head sliding against his thigh and .... He swallowed again and controlled his face. He moved the book and looked down at Harry.
Harry blinked a few more times. The view was different from down here. He found himself oddly fascinated with the way he could look up Draco's nostrils, even there the hair was white-blond.
"Hey," Draco said, smiling, "sleep well?"
Harry nodded and yawned, covering his mouth. He closed his eyes and stretched, his back arching with a small crack.
The movement caused Potter's head to rub against him more and Draco had to clench his teeth to control his reaction, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
Harry relaxed again, watching Malfoy tense up. He didn't know what he had done wrong, but he found himself waiting for a blow.
"Want to get up?" Draco asked, noticing the way the other man flinched.
He didn't really want to, but Harry did, sitting up and moving properly in the seat. He bowed his head and waited, unsure of what would follow.
"I have that potion if you want your hair back," Draco said, gesturing to the bag beside him.
Harry was disoriented for a moment when he realised the other man wasn't angry. He rubbed his hand over the fuzz of his hair and nodded quickly. "Please."
Draco smiled and reached for the bag, removing the potion. "Have you taken this before?"
"No," Harry replied, eyeing the potion. He knew he'd taken a lot of potions before, though, he remembered that. Potions that healed, potions that hurt, potions that changed him. He trembled.
"The more you take the more your hair grows," Draco explained. "Take a sip and then wait to see if it is what you want." He held out the potion.
Harry's hand trembled as he accepted the bottle from Malfoy and opened it, sniffing it and then taking a small sip at first. It took a moment, but then he began to feel his hair growing back. It felt odd but didn't hurt. His hair hadn't grown as long as it was before, so Harry took another sip.
Draco watched that thick black hair lengthen and flow. He had the absurd urge to reach out and touch it. He curled his fingers into his hands. "That's it," he encouraged. "But don't overdo it."
Harry drank the potion until his hair reached his shoulders just like before, but without the tangles and knots that had formed in it from neglect. He sighed and held the bottle out for Malfoy to take, running his other hand through his hair.
Draco took the bottle and set it aside, smiling at the man. Potter looked good with long hair. Draco remembered hair that stuck up and never looked brushed, not this fall of black that shone in the the light from the window.
"Thank you," Harry said softly, feeling almost normal again.
Draco blinked, pulling himself back into his role as caregiver. "If you are going to wear it that long, you are going to have to brush it," he teased.
Harry shrugged, his stomach grumbling. That's when he remembered they didn't get to finish breakfast.
"My job is to teach you and help you learn to take care of yourself again," Draco insisted.
"Want you to," Harry murmured.
"Well, let's go see if that crazy house-elf has our lunch ready," Draco said lightly, standing up and reaching a hand out to Harry.
Harry took it more easily this time, finding it felt like a kind of anchor as he was led to the dining room.
***
The next few days were quiet. Potter often seemed almost normal, if shy and quiet. At those moments, if Draco hadn't known the man before, he might not have known that there was a problem. But Potter had other times when he whimpered and rocked like a sad small child or stared off vacantly at nothing. He slept a lot, too, but never very well, often woken by nightmares. Draco was getting used to being woken by the cries. Harry had had a bad night and was being unresponsive this morning. Draco helped pull him out of the bed and led him to the bathroom for their morning routine.
Harry sat down on the toilet seat when Draco led him inside, staring at the wall across from him as he began chewing on his thumbnail.
Draco sighed. "You need to brush your hair and teeth, Potter," he insisted.
Harry ignored him and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping one arm around them. Right now he just wanted to be left alone.
Draco picked up the brush and held it out to the other man. "Start with your hair."
Harry shook his head once, still biting away at his nail. Sometimes his nails bled but he didn't care. He glanced at the brush for a moment before shaking his head again.
Draco took a deep breath and then sighed. "Potter, I had to cut your hair off because it got matted. If you want to keep your hair, you need to brush it."
Harry made a face and then reached to grip his hair with one hand, pulling on it hard. He didn't wince as some of the strands were pulled out, he only dropped them on the floor and reached for more.
Draco reached out with his other hand and took Harry's. "No hurting yourself," he said, firmly but gently.
Harry whined and tried to pull his hand away while reaching with the other to continue to pull out his hair.
Draco tossed the brush into the sink and took Harry's other hand too. "Shhh, calm down. Shhh."
Harry shook his head and kept on trying to pull his hands away, but he was too weak to really do it. "Leave me alone," he whined, beginning to cry.
"I will let go if you don't hurt yourself," Draco answered.
Harry struggled until he wore himself out. Only then did he stop, his shoulders sagging. "Let go," he whimpered quietly.
Draco released his hands, but stood ready to intervene again.
Harry wrapped his arms around his knees again and started to rock himself, shoving back as far as he could on the seat.
Draco took the brush from the sink and set it down on the shelf above it. He picked up Potter's toothbrush and dipped it in cleaning powder . "Will you brush your teeth or should I help you with it?"
Harry wiped at his eyes before resting his forehead on his knees, trying to curl up. Why wouldn't he just leave him alone?
Draco sighed again and reached for Harry's chin, tipping his head up to look at his face. "Your breath stinks," he told him.
Harry didn't care. He shook his head and tried to turn it away, making another uncomfortable sound.
Draco set the toothbrush down and then picked up his own brush, finishing his own hair first. Then he took up Potter's and began trying to brush the other man's hair.
Harry pressed his face against his knees again, but didn't struggle away again.
Draco began to slowly work on getting the latest tangles out of the thick dark hair. Harry's hair seemed as perpetually tangled now as it had in school. He tried not to hurt the other man, but it was difficult not to.
Harry made a sound every time Draco brushed his hair too hard, tangled strands catching painfully. He started to chew on his lip to distract himself, wanting this to be over with now.
Draco was both worried and annoyed at having to do this for Potter. Annoyed as much by his own reaction to touching the other man's hair. It felt intimate to be doing this for him. "That should work today, but unless you want me to cut your hair short again, you will need to do this yourself in the future."
Harry didn't show that he heard Draco when he spoke. All he could think was that he didn't know why brushing his hair was such a big thing. He had gone for so long without doing it that it just didn't matter anymore.
"You're just having a bad day, Potter," Draco assured him, gently tucking the man's hair off his face. "Come on. Let's get you something to eat." he reached to take Potter's hand.
Harry slowly looked up, staring at Draco for a long moment before he looked around and spotted the toothbrush. He reached for it and stuck it in his mouth, remembering Draco's earlier comment.
"Very good," Draco encouraged, some of his frustration easing.
Harry reached to slowly brush his teeth, making a small face at the taste, but doing it nonetheless. He got up and leaned over to spit in the sink when he was done.
Draco smiled. "That's better," he told Potter. Harry was still having days where he was barely functional, but sometimes, like now, he seemed to improve with Draco's persistence.
"Food, please," Harry murmured, looking down with a small sigh. He supposed he liked it when Draco told him he did something good.
"Yes, let's get dressed and go down to breakfast," Draco told him, leading the way to the bedroom to change from the pyjamas they were wearing.
Harry walked into the room and went for his bed, climbing up onto it as he waited for Draco to pull the clothes out.
Draco didn't try to push Harry to choose his clothes today, but lay a set beside him on the bed before turning to change into his own. He wondered if breakfast would be a struggle as well. Sometimes Potter would drop or throw things when he got bad.
Harry pulled off his shirt and then stood up to take off the pyjama bottoms, reaching for the other clothes to put them on.
Draco dressed and wait for Potter to finish.
Chapter Title: Bad Day
Words: 1687 Words
Harry woke up about an hour later, blinking as he opened his eyes and tried to remember whose lap his head was in. He carefully shifted and looked up, only seeing the back of a book.
Draco felt the man shift, head sliding against his thigh and .... He swallowed again and controlled his face. He moved the book and looked down at Harry.
Harry blinked a few more times. The view was different from down here. He found himself oddly fascinated with the way he could look up Draco's nostrils, even there the hair was white-blond.
"Hey," Draco said, smiling, "sleep well?"
Harry nodded and yawned, covering his mouth. He closed his eyes and stretched, his back arching with a small crack.
The movement caused Potter's head to rub against him more and Draco had to clench his teeth to control his reaction, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
Harry relaxed again, watching Malfoy tense up. He didn't know what he had done wrong, but he found himself waiting for a blow.
"Want to get up?" Draco asked, noticing the way the other man flinched.
He didn't really want to, but Harry did, sitting up and moving properly in the seat. He bowed his head and waited, unsure of what would follow.
"I have that potion if you want your hair back," Draco said, gesturing to the bag beside him.
Harry was disoriented for a moment when he realised the other man wasn't angry. He rubbed his hand over the fuzz of his hair and nodded quickly. "Please."
Draco smiled and reached for the bag, removing the potion. "Have you taken this before?"
"No," Harry replied, eyeing the potion. He knew he'd taken a lot of potions before, though, he remembered that. Potions that healed, potions that hurt, potions that changed him. He trembled.
"The more you take the more your hair grows," Draco explained. "Take a sip and then wait to see if it is what you want." He held out the potion.
Harry's hand trembled as he accepted the bottle from Malfoy and opened it, sniffing it and then taking a small sip at first. It took a moment, but then he began to feel his hair growing back. It felt odd but didn't hurt. His hair hadn't grown as long as it was before, so Harry took another sip.
Draco watched that thick black hair lengthen and flow. He had the absurd urge to reach out and touch it. He curled his fingers into his hands. "That's it," he encouraged. "But don't overdo it."
Harry drank the potion until his hair reached his shoulders just like before, but without the tangles and knots that had formed in it from neglect. He sighed and held the bottle out for Malfoy to take, running his other hand through his hair.
Draco took the bottle and set it aside, smiling at the man. Potter looked good with long hair. Draco remembered hair that stuck up and never looked brushed, not this fall of black that shone in the the light from the window.
"Thank you," Harry said softly, feeling almost normal again.
Draco blinked, pulling himself back into his role as caregiver. "If you are going to wear it that long, you are going to have to brush it," he teased.
Harry shrugged, his stomach grumbling. That's when he remembered they didn't get to finish breakfast.
"My job is to teach you and help you learn to take care of yourself again," Draco insisted.
"Want you to," Harry murmured.
"Well, let's go see if that crazy house-elf has our lunch ready," Draco said lightly, standing up and reaching a hand out to Harry.
Harry took it more easily this time, finding it felt like a kind of anchor as he was led to the dining room.
***
The next few days were quiet. Potter often seemed almost normal, if shy and quiet. At those moments, if Draco hadn't known the man before, he might not have known that there was a problem. But Potter had other times when he whimpered and rocked like a sad small child or stared off vacantly at nothing. He slept a lot, too, but never very well, often woken by nightmares. Draco was getting used to being woken by the cries. Harry had had a bad night and was being unresponsive this morning. Draco helped pull him out of the bed and led him to the bathroom for their morning routine.
Harry sat down on the toilet seat when Draco led him inside, staring at the wall across from him as he began chewing on his thumbnail.
Draco sighed. "You need to brush your hair and teeth, Potter," he insisted.
Harry ignored him and pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping one arm around them. Right now he just wanted to be left alone.
Draco picked up the brush and held it out to the other man. "Start with your hair."
Harry shook his head once, still biting away at his nail. Sometimes his nails bled but he didn't care. He glanced at the brush for a moment before shaking his head again.
Draco took a deep breath and then sighed. "Potter, I had to cut your hair off because it got matted. If you want to keep your hair, you need to brush it."
Harry made a face and then reached to grip his hair with one hand, pulling on it hard. He didn't wince as some of the strands were pulled out, he only dropped them on the floor and reached for more.
Draco reached out with his other hand and took Harry's. "No hurting yourself," he said, firmly but gently.
Harry whined and tried to pull his hand away while reaching with the other to continue to pull out his hair.
Draco tossed the brush into the sink and took Harry's other hand too. "Shhh, calm down. Shhh."
Harry shook his head and kept on trying to pull his hands away, but he was too weak to really do it. "Leave me alone," he whined, beginning to cry.
"I will let go if you don't hurt yourself," Draco answered.
Harry struggled until he wore himself out. Only then did he stop, his shoulders sagging. "Let go," he whimpered quietly.
Draco released his hands, but stood ready to intervene again.
Harry wrapped his arms around his knees again and started to rock himself, shoving back as far as he could on the seat.
Draco took the brush from the sink and set it down on the shelf above it. He picked up Potter's toothbrush and dipped it in cleaning powder . "Will you brush your teeth or should I help you with it?"
Harry wiped at his eyes before resting his forehead on his knees, trying to curl up. Why wouldn't he just leave him alone?
Draco sighed again and reached for Harry's chin, tipping his head up to look at his face. "Your breath stinks," he told him.
Harry didn't care. He shook his head and tried to turn it away, making another uncomfortable sound.
Draco set the toothbrush down and then picked up his own brush, finishing his own hair first. Then he took up Potter's and began trying to brush the other man's hair.
Harry pressed his face against his knees again, but didn't struggle away again.
Draco began to slowly work on getting the latest tangles out of the thick dark hair. Harry's hair seemed as perpetually tangled now as it had in school. He tried not to hurt the other man, but it was difficult not to.
Harry made a sound every time Draco brushed his hair too hard, tangled strands catching painfully. He started to chew on his lip to distract himself, wanting this to be over with now.
Draco was both worried and annoyed at having to do this for Potter. Annoyed as much by his own reaction to touching the other man's hair. It felt intimate to be doing this for him. "That should work today, but unless you want me to cut your hair short again, you will need to do this yourself in the future."
Harry didn't show that he heard Draco when he spoke. All he could think was that he didn't know why brushing his hair was such a big thing. He had gone for so long without doing it that it just didn't matter anymore.
"You're just having a bad day, Potter," Draco assured him, gently tucking the man's hair off his face. "Come on. Let's get you something to eat." he reached to take Potter's hand.
Harry slowly looked up, staring at Draco for a long moment before he looked around and spotted the toothbrush. He reached for it and stuck it in his mouth, remembering Draco's earlier comment.
"Very good," Draco encouraged, some of his frustration easing.
Harry reached to slowly brush his teeth, making a small face at the taste, but doing it nonetheless. He got up and leaned over to spit in the sink when he was done.
Draco smiled. "That's better," he told Potter. Harry was still having days where he was barely functional, but sometimes, like now, he seemed to improve with Draco's persistence.
"Food, please," Harry murmured, looking down with a small sigh. He supposed he liked it when Draco told him he did something good.
"Yes, let's get dressed and go down to breakfast," Draco told him, leading the way to the bedroom to change from the pyjamas they were wearing.
Harry walked into the room and went for his bed, climbing up onto it as he waited for Draco to pull the clothes out.
Draco didn't try to push Harry to choose his clothes today, but lay a set beside him on the bed before turning to change into his own. He wondered if breakfast would be a struggle as well. Sometimes Potter would drop or throw things when he got bad.
Harry pulled off his shirt and then stood up to take off the pyjama bottoms, reaching for the other clothes to put them on.
Draco dressed and wait for Potter to finish.