Broken Down

All was peacefully quite in the Malfoy Manor, not a soul moved or a noise made, except for the rain outside that was beating down like stones on the roof. The storm that was raging outside with nothing compared to the turmoil of one lost soul traveling down the gravel path towards to white doors at the top of the hill. The long black robes hung down heavily around the broad frame of the man, and his jet black hair hung in front of his eyes, the water droplets clinging to his round glasses obstructing his view further. The man did not seem to care, he seemed determined on his goal not letting obstacles such as loose water get in his ways. Even as the wind started to howl, and the rain got harder, the man hardly seemed phased; he continued on his trek an intent look upon his strong features.

To an outsider, this sight might be weird, but to the man watching from the second story window of the mansion it was down right disturbing and the sight broke his heart, again. The poor soul above has had his heart broken more times than the soul below believed, and nothing the blonde hair beauty said would change is mind or his mission. He knew this very well, for he knew the man below very well. He turned his back on the tragic view before making his way slowly down the stairs and into the main lobby, a white walled and marble floored beauty with many memories behind it. The lobby was silent, not even the storm outside broke the silence down here. The blonde one took a deep breath calming himself from his angst, and had almost completed his task until there was a banging at his door, loud, persistent and frantic. Both hearts beat alike, furious beats against their rib cages causing their throats to close and the breathing to become labored. The angelic man made his way to the door throwing it up, his mouth open to say something but he was stopped by he appearance of the man before him. His throat closed tightly only allowing him to mutter

“Harry…” before closing all the way and not allowing him to breath. Harry was standing at the bottom of the grand marble stairs, his robes clinging to his frame now that he was out of the rain. Small tendrils of the raven hair clung to the sides of his neck and face making him look almost beast like.
Harry, glanced up through his fringe, a deranged look in his eyes, something that frightened the boy in front of him even more.

“Draco…” Harry said quietly, taking a step closer to the door, still standing on the stairs. Draco took a step back, mimicking his steps to keep the most possible distance between he and Harry. This encounter scared Draco more than the first time he admitted his true feelings to the boy. If he closed his eyes he could still remember the beautiful scene as if it was yesterday.

Harry was sitting at the three broomsticks surrounded by a few friends that Draco could not name. Ron and Hermione were dropped out of the picture a while back, and now focused mainly on their kids and work, Ron being a Quidditch team owner, The Chudley Cannons of course, and Hermione being a teacher at Hogwarts teaching Runes to the new students. Harry was no longer a part of their life, everyone of the hoarding world knew it was going to happen, even more so after the death of Harry’s wife, Ginny Potter, formerly Ginny Weasly. Their kids Lily, James and Albus were all in school so their father would often be seen out at a club or bar, sitting with the current set of friends either coked out or drunk, or on rare occasions, both. Draco Malfoy watched this scene from the sidelines always watching with a careful eye, but never getting involved even though he worked with Harry at the Auror division of the Ministry of Magic.

Harry was not what Draco would call his friend, but he was more than just a co-worker. He was somewhere in between. He and Harry had settled their differences when they were assigned to work together for a mission, the first of many seeing as they worked so well together, and now talked on occasion outside of a mission, but it was never in depth; always just “How’s the family” or “nice weather we’re having”. Cliché lines such as that, never the type of conversations Draco wanted to share with the intriguing man, but Harry had pulled away after his wife died never letting anyone through barriers he had put up around himself. That is not saying that Draco hadn’t tried but Harry was an ice cube now, hard to the world outside of him, to the life people were trying to give him.

Now Draco would always give credit where credit was due, and credit was due to Harry’s parenting skills, no matter his addictions now, which he seemed to indulge in when the kids were away or he did them in private while his kids were at home for the summer. Draco would often see James, who aspired to be like his daddy and join the Auror program when he graduated, follow Harry around the offices taking in all the sights that the office had to offer. Or he would see he and Albus going to Quidditch game, and Lily was almost always with him, gazing up at her Daddy with huge eyes full of admiration and love. Harry was not a bad father, as his current situation suggests otherwise. Many said that Harry was just in a bad spot; he’d hop out and be his normal self again in no time. They’d have their hero back, they’d have their savior. No one but Draco seemed to understand that, even though Harry had saved the world, and many lives along with it, he did not want the claim as a hero or savoir. He wanted to be left alone with is family, and Draco knew that each time he saw his name splashed across the headlines of the Prophet, his recovery got farther and farther away.
Draco yawned and stretched out his arms, intent on going him to hop into bed and sleep, that was before he felt a hand on his arm. He looked up quickly to see the most beautiful jade eyes staring back at him amusement evident in the eyes. Draco took in a quick gasp of air, and gulped. This could not be happening!

“Draco, it’s so sad to see you sitting over here by yourself.” Harry said softly rubbing his thumb over Draco’s bare arm. Draco’s mouth had gone very dry and he couldn’t bring himself to tell Harry that he was okay and that he was just about to leave. The soft touch on his arm sent shocks up his arm and down his back. Harry took Draco’s silence as a good thing and took a step forward till his hips were in between Draco’s knees. “Why don’t you come over and sit with me and my friends… they’d love to meet the famous Draco Malfoy.” Harry said a teasing tone behind his husky voice. Draco snapped out of his trace and looked over Harry’s shoulder to the group he was referring to only to see one of the scarier looking ones look over at that very moment and sneer at him. Draco gulped again and looked at Harry with a neutral face, well as neutral as he could make it at that point.

“Sorry, Harry, my son is at home and he’s about to go to sleep and I should really be there when he goes to sleep.” Draco whispered out, trying to excuse himself out of the situation. Okay, so Draco was lying but he knew that the people at the table were not his cup of tea. Harry seemed to catch on the lie and laughed softly.

“Draco, I know that Scorpius is at school with my kids.” He shook his head. “Come on Draco, let’s have a little fun.” He winked quickly and grabbed Draco’s hand and dragged the blonde to the booth they were and at made him sit next to him. He wrapped his arm around Draco’s shoulders preventing any escape he had thought of.
Draco took a deep breath to steady himself only to cough loudly as smoke entered his mouth and lungs. Harry and his friends around him laughed. The one with the cigarette, a small thin boy with purple hair held up his cigarette and smirked. “This bothering you, pretty boy?” He said in a tenor voice that sent chills up Draco’s spine. Draco gulped and looked at the boy and shook his head quickly. The boy laughed and held out the end of the cigarette towards Draco. “You want a puff then sweet cheeks?”

“Damien! Stop pestering the poor guy.” Harry said in a joking but strong voice. Only Harry could pull those to feelings together. Damien shrugged and took another hit off his cigarette and blew it away from Draco. Draco was immediately grateful for Harry’s presence next to him, the comforting warmth. “Guys, this is Draco Malfoy. Works with me and the Ministry. Be nice of we’ll have to have a talk.” The last word was said with a seductive tone that the others sniggered at.
“The name is Ariel, Draco.” Said a women across from Harry. This girl was almost normal looking, minus the piercing through her nose and eyebrows. Her brown eyes where lined heavily with kohl and her lips were a bright red that Draco found ghastly. Her blonde hair was cut into an unusual style that Draco would’ve cringed at if he were not scared witless. Of course his face showed no sign of it, he held the cold impassive face that he was famous for. “These are the boys, Harry you already know, obviously, and down there is Damien, next to him is Keith, and the one next to Harry is our lovely KC.” Draco studied each in turn.

Keith was the big scary guy that sneered at Draco earlier, and the sneer had not gone away when Draco sat down. Keith was bald with tribal tattoos littered his head and neck. He was a tall and beefy kind of guy that you would have to be stupid to mess with. KC on the other hand was beautiful. Long flowing raven hair that fell down his back and spiraling in tight curls. His face was thin and long, but not too much that he looked like a horse, instead it was a perfect match making KC look like a princess in a male’s body. But Draco got the distinct impression that the way KC looked was what he had always wanted. KC was wearing a tight fitting shirt and even tighter pants, there was making on his face that could’ve been done by a make up artist.

“KC is our local drag queen. “ Harry supplied after he caught Draco staring for a bit. Draco blushed bright red and stared down at the table.

“But don’t worry sunshine,” KC said reaching across Harry to touch Draco’s arm softly, “I don’t bite… hard.” He winked and let his fingers trail down Draco’s arm. Draco shivered at the touch, not really liking it.

“KC, you can cross this one off your list already, he doesn’t play for that team.” Harry laughed out ruffling Draco’s hair. Draco ducked out of the affectionate gesture and fixed his hair quickly. KC pouted his glittered lips and huffed cutely.

“Harry, you never let me have any fun!” He said wrapping an arm around Harry and placing the other hand on Harry’s chest. Harry laughed and shrugged KC off.

“You’ve had your fun with me, KC.” Harry said implying something that Draco could hardly believe. Did Harry swing that way? Or was it just a one night thing? Draco would never get the answers to what happened that night, but in a way he was almost glad for that.

For the a few more hours, the gang around Draco laughed and joked around, playfully picking at Draco, he figured it was because he was new to the group and this was like an initiation of some sort. By the end of the night everyone around him was clearly smashed, and it was around four in the morning. Harry, not so gently, pushed Draco out of the booth and loudly announced he had to go home and sleep. Draco worried around him and told him he’d get him home. He wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and hoisted the man out of the pub as Harry waved to his friends and laughed joyfully. Draco rolled his eyes and kept trekking on, making a bee line for the door. As they reached the door, Harry had calmed down and smiled down at Draco, his dilated eyes glittering with something unknown to Draco. He wrapped both arms around Draco and snuggled into him. “Draco, why is it we never hung out, besides work that is?” Harry slurred out stumbling out the door with Draco. Draco unlocked Harry’s arms from his neck making Harry walk straighter and shrugged.

“I don’t know, it just never happened. I guess it was never meant to.” Draco said softly, looking straight ahead. He had wondered that himself, and was never came to a clear answer, so that is what he always told himself, it was never meant to be. He was never meant to be with Harry, Harry was too golden for his reach and to pure for an ex-death eaters friendship.
Harry pouted cutely next to him and laid his head on Draco’s shoulder, causing their direction to shift slightly to the right. Draco grunted with the extra effort but did nothing to stop Harry. “I don’t believe that Drake… “Harry trailed off, letting his arm that was looped around Draco’s shoulder to pull Draco closer into the embrace. “I think this was meant to be, we were just too blinded by the war and sides to notice what was right in front of our face.”

Draco was startled by the confession and nearly lost his footing because of it. Harry snuggled deeper into Draco, shifting their weight again, but this time Draco didn’t grunt or get angry. His mind was a whirl wind of emotions, ranging from anger, confusion, and hopeful light, all because of a stupid drunk phrase. Draco took a deep breath and decided to ask the question that was all his mind could focus on in the wind storm in his head.

“What was meant to be, Harry?” He asked softly, so softly he wondered if Harry could even hear him. Clearly Harry had when he lifted his head slightly to look into Draco’s eyes. He untangled himself from Draco and stopped walked causing Draco to stop and look at him weirdly. Harry blinked at him as if wondering to himself what he had meant. Draco opened his mouth to revoke the question but Harry pushed Draco up against the wall, meshing his body with the smaller boys. He pinned Draco there his arms on either side of Draco’s head. He leaned his face closer till his lips were mere centimeters away from Draco’s. Harry’s hot breath caressed his lips and it made Draco shiver. With what, he wasn’t all together sure, but his body reacted to Harry’s in ways he didn’t understand, but he liked. He licked his lips and stared into Harry’s eyes, asking for a verbal answer, something, and anything to make this moment make more sense.

Harry obliged him. “Us, Draco. This, this exact moment right here.” Harry moved his head to the side rubbing his cheek lightly against Draco’s in what he could only assume was a drunken affectionate gesture. “Draco, I have fought with myself trying to make myself hate you, and I’ve been doing it for so long that I’m tired of it.” Draco’s heart beat increased and his breathing became labored and gasping.

“Harry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whispered out, closing his eyes to the amount of pleasure he was feeling with Harry pressed against him.

“Yes you do, Drake… I know you do.” Harry whispered back before pulling away and looking into the steel grey eyes of his partner. Draco blinked up at him totally weired out but didn’t say a word. Harry took the silence as an encouragement and moved forward slowly, waiting for Draco to push him away, and when he didn’t he pressed his lips to the smaller boys.

A jolt of electricity bolted through Draco the second his lips made contact with Harry’s. He moaned out in response and his eyes closed, while his hands traveled the brunettes’ arms and down his back resting finally at his waist. The kiss became unyielding, each party putting every ounce of emotion they had into the kiss. Each body arched into the other, feeling as though they needed more contact than they already had. Draco had never felt anything like this; his body had never felt this way before, electricity pulsating through it with amazing agility. Draco thought his body would never be the same, never recover from the emotion.

Harry pulled away from Draco slowly, opening his eyes only after he was a good few inches away from him. Draco kept his eyes closed until he felt his heart rate slow down and the pounding in his ears finally went away. When he did open them, it was like he was finally alive; the color seemed brighter and sounds more resilient. He shook his head, trying to clear out the sensations. He looked at Harry and smiled a little blushing brightly.

And that was basically how it started, for the first time Draco was truly in love and his thoughts never left Harry. For months they lived in perfect bliss, Harry showing Draco his world, his life and anything in between. Draco soon got sucked deeply into Harry’s world, the drugs, the drinking and the constant parties. Life was never dull with Harry, even when the kids came back, his own son Scorpius included, his life still didn’t change. They’d put the kids to bed, make sure spells were in place they would go out, do crazy things and even crazier drugs.
Even though Draco was in heaven, he knew it would need to end. And it did, horribly. Draco’s father, Lucius, figured out and put an in to end quickly. He nearly beat Draco into submission, and finally this is where they ended up. Harry on his front door step, soaked to the bone and looking more haggard than ever.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” Draco whispered quietly.

“I waited for you yesterday.” Harry began taking another step towards him. Draco backed up again keeping a safe distance from his love. “I waited and missed the train…” He trailed off taking another step closer, Draco taking a step back.

“Why?” The blonde one asked feeling his heart break.

“I waited to say, that I’ve fallen in love with your ways.” Harry said loudly. “I waited for you yesterday, eventually walked home in the rain. I waited to see, if you felt the same for me.” Harry said taking quick steps forward closing the distance between them. Draco gasped and staggered backwards, wanting nothing more than to announce that yes he did feel the same way, but his voice had stopped working. He opened and closed his mouth trying to get anything out.

“But you don’t and you won’t go against your asshole father!” Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. Draco tried to tell him he was wrong but Harry went on. “Going broke, quitting dope for your folks why did I even bother… Why did I?” Harry broke off, as if waiting for an answer, but he turned away hiding his face in his hands. Draco took a few steps closer and reached out his hand to comfort the crying boy. Harry whirled around a fierce look in his eyes.

“I waited for minds to change, pointing their fingers blame. It’s not my fault your ashamed of how you feel.” Harry hissed through his teeth.

“But…” Draco was cut off again. Now he was fumbling up his stairs trying to get away from the enraged hero.

“But you don’t and you won’t go against your asshole father!” Harry yelled following him flinging his hands around with anger. “Going broke, quitting dope for your folks why did I even bother!” Now they were at the top of the stairs and Draco bolted to his room and closed his door resting his back against it. He felt Harry outside slam his fist against it. “Why did I?”

Draco sobbed against his will until he felt Harry break down the door with force he didn’t even know existed. “WHORE!!” Harry yelled loudly. Draco stumbled away from the door and put his back against one of the poster of his bed. He kept an impassive face while Harry wrecked his room and screamed curses at the top of his lungs. He finally looked at Draco and stalked to him, tears streaming down his face.

“’Cause you don’t!” Harry slammed his foot against the floor screaming loudly. “Just admit it! ‘Cause you won’t! Just admit it!” Harry yelled taking the final steps closing the distance between them and kicking the bed behind him. “Just admit it!! Just admit it!! Just admit it!!!” Harry yelled in his face. He backed away a few paces clutching his head in his hands trying to stop the tears. He looked back at Draco, a defeated look on his face.

“I called you a whore and broke down your door! And you won’t even hate me!!” Harry cried going to his knees and clutching his head again. “How can I heal when you won’t even heal?” He jumped up and stepped up to Draco, screaming into his face.
“Why won’t you hate me?”

“Harry…” Draco said trying to get him to calm down. Nothing was going to stop him now, Draco knew this. Harry was in a rage, probably on drugs or drunk and he wanted, no had to get something off his chest. Draco knew all he could do was just sit there and let him vent.

“But you don’t and you won’t go against your asshole father.” Harry spoke softly backing away from Draco shaking his head.

“Going broke, quitting dope for your folks why did I even bother?” He asked clutching his t shirt. “Why did I?” He asked, like he truly wanted to know. Like he needed to know why he and Draco got together in the first place. Draco opened his mouth to tell him because they really loved each other because they meant something to each other, but Harry went on.

“But you don’t cause your nothing but broken down daddies little daughter! Aren’t you?” He was getting back into his enraged state, screaming and flailing his arms around. “Going broke, quitting dope for your folks.” Harry was backing away now calming down and letting his anger seep out through his words. “Why did I even bother?” He turned around and walked out of the room and down the stairs screaming the whole way down. “Why did I?”

Draco was frozen on the spot, gasping back tears and it was only when he heard the front door close did he finally break and fell to the floor crying. He cried for everything, Harry, his broken heart and his weak state. This was not Draco Malfoy; this was a shell, a weak version of what he was. This is what Harry did to him. He turned him into something that truly loved, needed someone. He needed Harry, but he was too far out of reach and his father would not let him get his dreams.

What was he going to do without Harry? And how would he get away from his asshole father?

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I’m still debating if there should be another chapter and depending on the response I get from this one, I’ll decide if I should or shouldn’t.
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