Disclaimer: I own none of these characters; they all belong to J.K Rowling. Kudos to her.

Lyrics belong to Coldplay.

Fix You

Pairings: Harry/Draco

Rating: M

Warning: sexual content, violence

Genre: Romance/Angst

Author's Note: Hi, thanks for taking the time out to read my story. It's the first time posting on ff, and to be honest, I'm terrified. I've never publically shared a story before; I can only hope you guys like it. This story is being written at the moment, so i don't know how many chapters it will be, or when they will be posted but I will try to update every few days if people would like me to continue, but I have an idea of where I'd like it to go. Now, enough of my rambling. :D

Lights will guide you home,

And ignite your bones,

And I will try to fix you.

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy sighed as he ran his fingers through his already tousled hair. He had a terrible night and an even worse day at work. The case he'd been working on just hit a dead end, Merlin knows how many dead ends he'd been hit with already. People were showing up either cursed, or worse, dead. None of them had any connection to the other, and none of the family members seemed to have any idea why they were being targets. Draco was losing sleep; he was tired and annoyed all the time. He snapped at anyone who caught him at a bad time, and he couldn't remember the last time he had time for himself. He needed help, but refused the empty head dimwits Kingsley had sent to him.

He reached over his desk for the coffee his assistant had just brought for him, it surprised him how much he enjoyed the Muggle drink.

"Mister Malfoy?" said assistant poked her head inside his office and she pushed open the door. "The Minister's here to see you."

Draco rolled his eyes, a gesture his mother would have smacked his across the head for; probably another Auror Kingsley decided he'd have bother Malfoy with his company, rather than help. "Oh, send him in then."

She nodded and closed the door, a few seconds after, it opened again. "Malfoy." Kingsley took a sit across from his, "I know you've turned down almost every offer of help I've sent to you, but I doubt you'll be able to refuse this one."

Draco scoffed.

"Harry. Potter." Kingsley punctuated the two words.

"Sorry, who?" Harry Potter? No one's heard from Harry Potter in years. Not even Granger and the Weasel had contact with him.

"Merlin knows the trouble I went through, I almost gave up to be honest. I've been looking for him since this case opened, I finally found him thank Merlin, and he agreed to help. Took a lot of asking though, he refused outright the first time I asked him."

"Because of me?" So Potter still hates me, things never get old do they?

Kingsley shook his head. "No, actually." Kingsley shrugged, something Draco noticed he rarely ever did. "Don't know why, I didn't pry. I just wanted to get him to help. When he was an Auror here, he was the best, no offence," Kingsley waved his hands, "but he was good, and this thing is getting out of hand now, if we don't find who's behind this and put a stop to this ... " Kingsley shook his head as he got up. "He's agreed to me with you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Draco gaped. "So soon?"

"Yes, so soon." Kingsley chuckled. "Good day, Mr. Malfoy."

When Kingsley showed up at his door, Harry to make sure he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. "Kingsley?"

"Mr. Potter! How long has it been? Pretty good at hiding, I find." Kingsley glanced around the small village as he fixed the collar of his robes.

"Kingsley? What- How did you find me?" Harry was pretty sure no one would. He'd tried hard to. The seven years he'd had manage to avoid anyone from his past were heaven on earth, and though sometimes he missed a few people, it didn't mean he'd want to bring up any memories associated with them whatsoever.

Kingsley walked passed him, and stepped inside the house.

"Um," Harry closed the door, "sure, come in." Harry folded his arms. "How did you find me?"

"Listen, I need your help." Kingsley sighed. "I know when you left you didn't want anyone-"

"Exactly."

"But this is important. There's-" Kingsley cleared his throat. "Can we sit down please?"

Harry sighed. He was already shaken by Kingsley arriving at his doorstep, there was obviously something wrong. He hoped it had nothing to do with Hermione and Ron, but with the way he just left, he was surprised he was contacted about them anyway. "Okay."

After Kingsley explained everything, Harry felt sick. He couldn't resist when Kingsley had done telling him about everything that had happened, the "hero in him" screamed at him, above the part of him that ached to stay and live his quiet, Muggle-like life. Though he did use magic, only rarely, he was content with where he was and what he'd decided to do.

"One more thing," Kingsley said as he reached the door to leave, "remember when I said he had another Auror on the case? Well, the Auror's Draco Malfoy."

"What?" The word came out as more of a squeak, and Kingsley didn't address it, either he didn't hear, or he didn't want to hear.

"See you soon Potter." With that, Kingsley laughed.

Draco fixed his sleeves for what must have been the tenth time before glancing at his watch again. Potter was late, incredibly late, and Draco was annoyed. Who the hell did Potter think he was? Suddenly he pops up out of nowhere - thanks to Kingsley, and he's already being the annoying arse he was years ago. How long had it been since he last saw Potter, six, seven years?

Kingsley had told him that Potter wanted to meet Draco somewhere private; he'd wait until later to let everyone else know he'd decided to come back. How crazy would it have been the day Harry Potter decided to just waltz right into the Ministry, out of blue? So, Draco decided Potter would meet him at his house. He refused to stay at the Manor, surprising everyone by selling it and buying a small cottage outside London. Draco didn't know why everyone reacted that way, with his father in Azkaban and his mother gone, though he hadn't a clue where, why would he want to be alone in that huge house anyway?

Just as Draco was about to check his watch again, he spotted a figure walking towards him, and as the figure got closer, a soft gasp escaped Draco's lips.

It was Potter, and Merlin was he gorgeous. The man was absolutely fit. Where Potter was, the years had obviously been good to the man. Draco let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Malfoy." Potter smiled at him, it didn't quite reach his eyes, the ones he covered with those horrible glasses.

"Potter, I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."

"Well, Malfoy seems as if Kingsley forgot to mention you didn't live at the Manor anymore."

Draco chuckled. "Really? Sorry about that then."

Harry blinked. Did Malfoy just apologize? To him?

Draco smirked. "Where have you been hiding? Took Kingsley practically ages to find you."

Harry shrugged. "I didn't exactly want to be found." Before Draco could respond Harry continued. "Now, are we gonna discuss this case or are we gonna stand out here and chit chat all day?"

"Right." Draco turned on his heels and pushed his front door open. He took his jacket off, and hung it near the door. "Papers, folders with everything is in my office, I don't know if you'd want to interview the families, friends again, just to get your own perspective on things but I don't know if they'll agree to it, it was hard enough getting them to the first time, though," Draco chuckled, "I'm sure they'd be thrilled to speak to the infamous Harry Potter."

Draco heard Potter laugh, it was humorless and somewhat hollow, and Draco was surprised at the sudden urge he had to turn around and ask him if he was okay.

Draco was beginning to think Kingsley should have just handed Potter a copy of the files they had, why Draco had to be here with Potter, he was still waiting to find out.

It bothered Draco that Potter barely spoke to him, it bothered him even more that something like that bothered him anyway. All he did was read, sometimes he'd ask a few questions, but that was it. At one point, Harry took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked over at Draco, who happened to look up at him from papers he had been looking at, and Draco couldn't believe how beautiful Potter's eyes were. He had never seen such a beautiful shade of green before; he must have been staring because Potter raised his eyebrow at him before putting his glasses back on, and turning the page he'd been reading over to the next side.

Draco sighed, he had a feeling working with Potter wasn't going to go as smoothly as he planned.

A/N: Sorry if it was a bit short, but I promise to write more for the next chapter. Free cookies and chocolate frogs for anyone who leaves a review!:D