This is a story I've been working on for a little bit. I started out as a one shot but then I went over 15 000 words so I decided to make it a chapter story since it has a taken a life of its own. After I broke it up I have 12 chapters so far but it might extend to more.

I named this story after a love potion that Weasley Wizard Wheezes makes.

Harry will show up in the second chapter so don't worry. This is a Draco/Harry slash and a George/ Draco friendship.


Twilight Moonbeams

Intro

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It was a year since the end of the war. Potter had managed to keep him out of Azkaban but that didn't mean that Draco's life was all sunshine and rainbows.

The ministry had swooped in and confiscated all the Malfoy vaults for war reparations. They allowed his mother and himself to keep the manor but it had been left in ruin from the Death Eaters who had been inhabiting it during the war. They had been trapped in it for a year while under house arrest. That year had been boring to the extreme. They got allowance for food and that was it because they didn't want them spending it on material items.

Only a couple days after their house arrest ended they received a letter about how they were required to pay rent. The manor had been paid off for centuries though. They concluded that the ministry was just allowing them to live there.

Now that they were able to function in society again the ministry completely cut them off from access to their vaults. It left them in an impossible situation. His mother was pushing fifty and had not a job to her name. The only thing Draco thought she would be qualified for was a party planner but who would want to hire her.

His mother decided they should sell the manor and use what money they could get to skip the country. Draco hated to admit it but she was right. There was no way that they could support themselves living in the manor. They were desperate enough to need the money that badly.

Draco refused to leave Britain though with his tail between his legs. He was going to make a new name for himself even if he had to work from the very bottom up.

Sadly with its dark history the manor was only offered a small sum for its spacious land and grand building. His mother in her desperation to escape the oppression of Britain accepted the offer readily. They got a steal in Draco's opinion.

After the money was split evenly between them Draco was left only enough money to rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron for a few months or two. It wasn't much but it would have to do. 'Hopefully he would be employed soon' Draco thought optimistically.

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They stood in the middle of Draco's dingy hotel room above the tavern. After the Manor had been sold they had to vacate the premises immediately.

"Are you sure you won't come with me?" Narcissa asked her son. She was all packed to leave with what she couldn't live without. The international port key to a small town in the French country side was sitting on the table between them.

"I'm not going to run away." Draco denied her offer.

Narcissa smiled tightly at her son and wished him luck in his pursuits. Then she touched the boot and disappeared.

Draco was left alone.

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The first month Draco didn't have much luck.

Getting hired for a job was a lot harder than he thought it would be. He tried a few places in Diagon Ally but the reactions he received from his last name were harsh.

He knew it would be likely he could get nowhere on the main strip so freshly from the war. The Malfoy name was as good as dirt now a days. As soon as they heard his last name he was forcefully removed from most shops.

If he was brave he enough he would venture out into the muggle world. His father had never let him take Muggle Studies at Howarts though. He would be completely lost

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When Draco returned to the Leaky in the evening unsuccessful once again. He noticed a large group of his former class mates drinking. Tom was serving out fire Whiskey and Butter Beer. Amongst them he noticed the messy hair of one Harry Potter.

Draco hid behind a post and watched them. He was surprised he hadn't ran into anybody sooner. They were so care free. Draco had more to worry about than his past rivalry with the savor of the wizarding world.

Flipping his hood up to hide his hair, Draco tried to slip up to his room without any of them noticing him.

A pair of green speckled eyes followed his movement up the stairs.

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The next day Draco finally reached the final straw.

One of the shop owner said he would hire him if he got down on his knees and begged. Draco knew what the man was actually asking; if he sucked his dick he'd hire him for this shitty job. Turning on his heel Draco walked straight back out the door. He knew that if you had to give a blow job to get a job, you had to continue giving them to keep it too.

Draco decided he better off where the scum of the earth were even accepted… Knockturn Ally.

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Surprisingly Draco was received in a similar light there too; badly.

His father had connections with all of them. After Lucius' infinite return to Azkaban they wanted to distance themselves as much as possible from the Malfoy family. The old crone who ran The Ye Old Curiosity Shop at least offered him a cup of tea before she kicked Draco out on his ass.

He didn't even bother with Borgin and Burkes knowing he'd be turned away after the way he threatened Mr. Burgin during his mission in sixth year. He'd been a fool back then thinking because he was marked he was all powerful. How he'd fallen.

Both the light and the dark didn't want Draco hanging around. Everyone else marked with the dark mark was either in Azkaban or dead. Everyone was afraid they would be connected to Voldemort if they hired him.

In a last ditch effort he tried Slug and Jiggers apothecary.

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A bell rang when Draco entered the shop. The shelves were stocked with all sorts of ingredients. He was sure these ones were all legal while the darker ingredients would be kept in the back hidden away so that aurors couldn't find them.

A man emerged from the back room. He was very short and round with not much hair on his head to speak of. "What do you want?" Mr. Jigger snapped when he saw the Malfoy heir standing in the middle of his shop.

"I'm here to require about procuring a job?" Draco answered and asked at the same time. He could see the man's demeanor change when he realized what he wanted. He would take a Malfoy's money but he wouldn't hire one.

"No." Mr. Jigger snapped.

"I'm really good with potions. I promise. I received high NEWT marks in the subject." Draco pleaded the man who frown at him with his crooked teeth. Studying for his Newts was the only thing that kept him sane through his house arrest.

"We don't want your kind here." Mr. Jiggers pushed him towards the exit to his shop. Once Draco was on the other side the man slammed the door in his face. Flipping the sign from opened to closed for good measure.

'You know you've hit rock bottom when even Knockturn Ally snubs you.' Draco thought to himself with a deep sigh. He turned away from the shops stoop, he walked away with defeat. 'That had been his last option' He thought in despair. His option had looked bleak before but now they were nonexistent.

His head down looking at the dirty cobble stones he didn't notice the person standing in his path. Since the man was much larger than he was he bounced off and fell to the ground. Draco sighed deeply in despair. 'He thought this day couldn't get better' He thought sarcastically. His robes were soaked through from a puddle, it was the last good robe he'd had. His life couldn't get much worse.

"You ok?" A man asked who had stepped around the giant man Draco had walked into. He was wearing blue velvet robes and a wide brimmed hat with a peacock feather sticking out of it. He looked a little shifty but it was Knockturn Ally what did you expect? The man offered him a hand up with a smirk that the blonde accepted warily.

Draco was tugged back up on two feet. "Thank you." Whispered self-consciously to the man. He tried to brush his robes off but he figured it was useless. When he noticed the man still stood there staring intently at him he shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, can I help you?"

"You're the young Malfoy heir aren't you?" The man asked gesturing to his distinct hair colour.

Draco ran his fingers through his now messy hair self-consciously, he could feel wetness in it. He was sure he looked a fright with his wet robes and dirty hair. "Yeah what's it too you?" He asked defensively with his arms crossed. It was hard to tell how this man felt about his family.

"I couldn't help overhearing your plight boy." The man slid his arm around the blonde's shoulders. "My names Badrik Bernatch. If you need a job I can help you." Badrik gestured to a building not too far away. It had two large statues of lions with women's heads framing the entrance.

"The horror house. No way!" Draco flung the man's arm off of him. He knew The Sphinxes' Riddle was famous in the wizarding world. All the politicians went there. Even his father had admitted to paying a few visits when his mother was pregnant with him. They mostly supplied women but there was a small section in the back that catered to other urges. "I haven't fallen that far to resort to selling my body." Draco snapped appalled at the mere suggestion.

"Are you sure. You'd do very well and attract many clients." Badrik licked his lips as he looked the young man over. Stock of his caliber was very hard to come by. The boy's slender build and long legs were very appealing and the telltale white blonde hair of the Malfoy lineage would have many a man flock to him just for the privilege to say that they had a taste of the boys flesh. ~

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Weasley Wizard Wheezes

The doors to the successful joke shop were still locked even a year after the war. It took a long time for George to stop grieving for the loss of his brother but after the one year anniversary of Fred's death and the final battle; he decided it was time to re-open the shop at last.

When he had finally got the courage to check out the shop George had been devastated at the destruction it had gone through.

He had to restock the shop before he would be able to reopen the doors. It had been looted during the war so many of the products were severely damaged or stolen. For the time being he only had the mail orders open and not the shop front. Offering the products he could scavenge up.

At the moment George Weasley was in the back work room of the shop trying to brew a new stock of skiving snack box potions. Since they were their best selling product it was hard to keep them on the shelves. At the moment the shop held a stock of zero.

He was in a dire need to finish a new batch. George had orders piling up that he couldn't kepp up with the demand for.

George was on the verge of talking to himself as he worked. He was a social butterfly and he didn't do well by himself. When you had to share your womb even with someone it felt unnatural to be alone. Fred used to go everywhere with him.

It was a two person job for most of their products. They had a system down that Fred would brew the potions and he would cast the charms. It had always worked for them. They flew through production quickly doing it that way.

This was one of the many reasons he missed Fred since he usually handled the potion part of their joke shop business.

He hated to admit to himself but George had to hire someone to help with production or he would never be able to reopen in the near future. Potions didn't come naturally to him like they had to Fred. It was a large part of their products so he couldn't just not brew anything.

Following the instructions for the potion George swallowed realizing it was written in Fred's handwriting. It was so hard sometimes because of these reminders. This shop was their baby together so he refused to let it fail. He had to soldier on.

As the cauldron bubbled George checked the book for the next ingredient. He'd just added the salamander blood required to make the users nose bleed. Walking over to the ingredient cabinet he opened the drawer labeled valerian only to find it empty.

He slammed it closed in frustration. George had Snape's voice in his head telling them to always check you have all the ingredients before you start brewing a potion. He never listened very well in potions class.

George put a status charm over the potion and grabbed his coat. Flipping the sign on the door of his shop to make it say that he would be back in an hour. He locked the door and walked through the busy crowded street. Veering off Diagon Ally he made his way to the darker area of town.

Ducking into Knockturn Ally he made his way towards the potion shop.

He scratched his head in confusion when he saw the closed sign. Peering into the window of Slug and Jiggers apothecary he didn't see the shop owner. George sighed at the inconvenience. He had needed those ingredient to finish the Nosebleed Nougat.

He heard a commotion going on around the corner and decided to check it out.

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~ "I said no." Draco snapped. "I'll find a more respectable job."

Badrik had decided he wanted the boy for his collection. "Come if me calmly and you won't get hurt." He threatened the boy.

"I have to go." Draco suddenly felt the urge to flee. Turning on his heel he smacked right into a hard chest and fell to the dirty cobblestones once again. He scrambled to get back to his feet but he tripped on the edge of his robe. There was a ripping noise.

"Grab him." Badrik instructed his goon. There were hardly any people out in Knockturn Alley right now. If they were quick no one would be the wiser they spirited away the boy. By the time the boy's mother realized her son hadn't written there would be nothing to trace Malfoy back to them.

The large man leaned down and grabbed Malfoy's wristed and lugged him up and tried to throw him over his shoulder. He was the hired muscle that was usually used if one of the clients got too out of control. Draco fought every step of the way. Since his hands were no use he used his teeth.

"Ow, the little shit bit me." The goon cried. He slapped the boy across the face shocking him. While he was still winded he threw the boy over his shoulder and started to walk back towards The Sphinxes' Riddle.

"Be careful Noll! I don't want him too injured." Badrik borated his goon for putting a hand on the boy. It wouldn't do to have his face injured.

"Put me down!' Draco cried as he struggled in the man's strong grip. "Help!' calling to the surrounding shoppers, who just turned away not wanting to get involved.

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When George saw who was in trouble he debated about helping or not but in the end his conscious wouldn't allow him to just walk away. Even if it was Malfoy

Pulling out his wand he shot a stunner in the goon's direction. Instead of hitting the large man it hit Malfoy instead. George winced at his mistake as the struggling form stilled. Aiming again George hit the goons arms making them go numb so he dropped the body he had been carrying. The spell hadn't been strong enough to knock out such a large man.

He shot multiple spells and ran to a different area to make it seem like there was more than just one person. Reaching into his robe pocket he grabbed a fire work he had caught a kid trying to steal because he wasn't old enough to buy it himself. Pulling the pin out, he threw the fire work towards the scuffle.

Scaring the two men off with the loud noise it made like gunfire.

Once he thought the coast was clear he walked over to Malfoy's form that was sprawled out face first across the ground. Rolling him with his foot so he could see his condition better.

There was a bruise starting to form already on his right cheek bone where the Slytherin had had been hit. He was sure Malfoy's robes hid other injuries too. The men had not been gentle with him. When he stunned the goon he was dropped from a fair height landing on the hard cobble stones.

It didn't seem right to just leave Malfoy out here in the open. From the papers he knew that Malfoy's mother had left the country so he couldn't just drop him off with her. It would be best if he brought Malfoy back to the shop with him.

Debating releasing him from his stunner spell but thought it would be easier to get Malfoy back to the shop this way. Probably a lot quieter to. George had cast a lightening charm on Malfoy so that he could carry him back. It would have taken too much energy to levitate him all the way back to the shop.

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George flipped the sign on the shop to say closed, knowing it would take a while to get this sorted out. If anyone came to pick up their products they ordered they'd be out of luck and have to come back later.

Making his way up the stairs to the third floor. George pushed a door that was to the right of the top. He sighed at the sight of his and Fred's old apartment. Even though George hadn't been here in over a year there was no dust covering surfaces because of the house elf that had come with the shop.

George placed Malfoy's limp form on the purple stripped couch. In the good lighting George could truly see that Malfoy wasn't in good condition at all. He doubted it was just from the altercation earlier.

Deciding to bite the bullet and get this over with. George flicked his wand over the unconscious form. "Innervate."

Malfoy sat up with a gasp and wide eyes.

It appeared he was in a panicked state; which wasn't a surprise considering he was being attacked when he was knocked out. "Calm down you're fine now." George tried to comfort the other boy.

Draco took a deep breath and finally looked around taking in his surroundings. He was no longer outside but what looked like one of the apartments above one of the shops. A nice one at that.

The colour scheme was in light green walls with dark purple accents. The feature piece of the room was a large mantle that held an assortment of photographs and knickknacks. Spotting a Gryffindor scarf amongst the clothing hung up on the coat rack Draco calmed down.

Realizing there was someone standing in front of him Draco turned his attention to them. It took him only a moment to notice the red hair that marked the marked the man as part of the Weasley family. Noticing the poster that said You-Know-Poo out of the corner of his eye he realized he was in the apartment of the Weasley twins. Though he had heard that one them had perished in the final battle.

"Weasley." Draco said since he decided it was a safe greeting.

"Yes, I'm a Weasley. One that just saved your ass." George replied defensively. He knew from Ron that Malfoy had said some awful things about their family in school. Since they were years apart at Hogwarts they hadn't interacted much themselves. It was always in passing.

"I know." Draco replied more humbly than even he expected. He opened his mouth to address the man by name but closed it again. Not wanting to be wrong and upsetting him.

"I'm George, George Weasley." He introduced himself knowing that Malfoy was trying to figure out which one he was. He guessed the blonde had bigger problems than keeping track of who exactly died in the war guessing from where George found him.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, but I'm guessing you know that." He said awkwardly. Even if Draco didn't know people personally they often knew him by reputation.

Ringing a bell on the wall George signaled he wanted some tea. Pulling up one of the high back chairs George looked intently at Malfoy. This wasn't the way he expected Draco Malfoy to act. He had never paid much attention to the Slytherin at school.

A house elf popped in with tray holding tea and biscuits. It was wearing a bright pink dress and a tiara that looked like it was made for a little girl. One of the first things George and his brother had done once they had gotten some money was acquired a house elf just because they could.

It came already named though because it was second hand. George assured they would have come up with a much dirtier name if it was up to them.

The women they bought the property from used to run a tea shop out of it. She said the elf came with the property when she bought it herself but she would like to take it with her. If they paid more she would throw the elf in though. They agreed readily since apparently most pureblood family did not wish to part with their elves.

"Thank you Missy." George addressed the elf. She curtsied then popped out of existence.

"It was wearing a princess dress." Draco exclaimed in surprise. "It's free then?"

"Yes well, when your youngest brother is dating Hermione Granger, you do what you can to keep your sanity." George shrugged as he remembered the nagging they had to go through. He poured them both some tea. "I think you're obligated to explain to me what happened to lead to that?" George asked pointing in the general direction of the Knockturn Alley.

Draco took a deep breath and picked up the chipped tea cup for something to do with his hands. "I've been trying to find a job since the ministry took all our vaults. I was having no luck in Diagon Ally so I retreated to Knockturn where I thought I would have more luck. Since potions was my best subject I thought I was try to find a job at Slug and Jiggers apothecary but he slammed the door in my face."

"Is that why Slugs was closed? I went to get some ingredients but I was out of luck." George commented out loud.

"Yes that was my fault sorry." Draco fiddled with his fingers nervously. "I was wondering why you were there, in Knockturn Ally, it doesn't seem like a place you would frequent." He commented then took a sip of the tea. It wasn't that bad tasting at all, he thought it might be Green Tea.

"There are some ingredients that you can't get in the run-a-mill potion shops in Diagon Alley. Continue." George nodded at him.

"The man - Badrik- he owns The Sphinxes' Riddle." Draco tried to start explain what had been happening. He felt mortified. "I don't really want to explain further."

George put down his tea and looked Malfoy over with new eyes. It wasn't unusual for The Sphinxes' Riddle to head hunt workers. They would find someone who was attractive and down on their luck and lure them in with riches. Malfoy diffidently fit the description.

"So you're looking a job?" George asked out loud. It had clicked into place in his mind that he needed some help with the shop. Someone who would banter and bicker with him, who was proficient at enough at potions that they would be productive. "There is a position available here." George found himself proposing without a thought.

"Are you offering me a job?" Draco blinked at him like he had never seen him before. After a month of having doors slammed in his face it seemed too good to be true. Especially since he never assumed to even asked.

"Yes. I want to officially reopen the shop by the end of the month but I can't do it by myself." George explained the hard situation he'd found himself in. "You were the best at potions in your year weren't you?" George asked to confirm.

"Yes. It was the only course I beat Granger in." Draco nodded in agreement.

"Ron and his friends complained it was because Snape favored you." George commented thinking back.

"Well Severus was the reason but not the way you think. He started teaching me about potions when I was five so it's not like I was doing awful work but he was passing me anyway." Draco explained his prowess in the subject.

"What would Snape bother to come to your house and teach you as a young child? Did your father pay him to tutor you or something so that you could get ahead of the competition?" George asked curiously taking a sip of his tea.

"He was my God father." Draco explained flatly.

George choked on his tea at the information. "Your parents made Snape your godfather! The man didn't have a child nurturing bone in his body."

"Teaching me potions is how he tried to connect with me." Draco shrugged. Severus may not have been the most loving man but he showed he cared for his god son in other ways.

"I never suspected." George commented.

"Yes well Severus tried to distance himself from me when we weren't behind closed doors. I think he was trying to make sure other students weren't favoring me. That didn't work very well." Draco smiled sadly when he thought of his deceased godfather.

"So you've had the best training." George nodded.

"Are you sure you want to hire me, with my reputation?" Draco asked insecure. "What will your family and Potter think?" He knew once they heard they would try and talk George out of his decision and Weasley would most likely come to his senses.

"You won't be working out front but in the back room. No one has to know so it won't matter. I'm offering you a well-paid position. That's a far better deal you will get anywhere else." George pointed out. He actually really hoped Malfoy accepted so he could get out from under the back orders. Good potion masters were hard to come by.

"I'll readily accept as long as you're sure." Draco jumped at the offer nodding enthusiastically.

"You staying close by?" George asked since he swore he had read somewhere that Malfoy Manor had been sold.

"I'm just staying in the Leaky Cauldron right now." Draco shrugged and looked into his tea.

"I expect you back here tomorrow morning so we can get started." George held out a hand and it was readily shaken. The small smile on Malfoy's face with the black eye that was forming was a sight to see.

TBC