I do not own HP or any of the associated settings and characters as you can tell by the serious lack of Snarry action.
This is rated M for a reason but I don't believe there is anything too traumatising.
Hope you enjoy as always.
He wrapped his thin arms around his waist and attempted to subside the shaking, it looked unhealthy and no one wanted an unhealthy man.
His lips had been lacerated by the incessant chapping of his teeth and he had grey cloud of bruises darkening his cheeks but no one really seemed to mind his damaged face. They never wanted to really look at him. His pale, glowing face a stark reminder that this body had a face, a family and a brain…he would remember when you were cuddled up with the familiar smooth body of your wife…
Draco realised he deserved many things for his crimes but he often wondered if what he did was so bad, especially when worse men were granted the lease of death.
Not that he had not tried to end it but he could never make that final blow…His natural survival instinct would never betray him and his conscience would mutter…you've come this far…
The man who approached him was round and waddled, his red skin shone in the sparse light from the street lamps.
"How much?" he grunted, his eyes avoiding Draco's frantically.
"What would you like?"
"Fuck," the man replied, his face darkening further. He had never had sex with a man before Draco thought.
"£30."
The man smiled and drew the notes from his wallet, holding them as he surveyed Draco's dress. He wore faded and tore jeans that were held up with a splitting leather belt. On top he had on three t-shirts, a jumper and a thin waterproof jacket. No man ever really wanted him anywhere besides the alley and undressing, besides slipping down his trousers, was never necessary.
It didn't take long.
Afterwards the man shoved the rumpled notes into Draco's waiting fist and waddled furiously away, embarrassed by the blond who shuffled from the mouth of the alley behind him.
In winter there were less men, an advantage in some aspects but he never managed to eat as well, surviving on greasy bags of chips, mushy fruit and semen.
The rain began.
It was soft to begin with, a gentle patter on the concrete but it began to hail down, drenching Draco and causing his already shivering body to rack with the motions.
Then his face, in the streams of water.
Familiar, a face from a dream you could only hazily remember.
He recognised Draco instantly.
"Malfoy?" the man questioned, up right in his black suit and over coat, holding a large black umbrella over himself.
"What?" Draco tried to deny it.
"What the hell are you doing here in this weather? Shouldn't you go home?"
"Home?" he snorted. "You burned it."
The man flinched.
"I didn't personally."
"No but I imagine you were among the ones cheering when they did."
"What are you doing?" the man asked, ignoring his snide remarks.
"Making money while making use of my talents."
The realisation settling over the crumpled features of the face annoyed Draco and he felt humiliated. He really should not have even hinted at his current occupation, he should have ran when the man mentioned the hideous formation of sounds that was his name.
" Are things that bad?"
Opting to ignore the stupid question, Draco closed his eyes, savouring the routine tap of the water on his head while blocking the coldness from his body. He hoped when he opened them the man would be gone.
Suddenly the water stopped and two hands were on his sides, the touch distant, as his skin was growing numb with the cold seeping into his skin.
Warmth hit him like a bullet and his skin tingled.
The man smiled at Draco as though he were a disturbed child and pushed him to sit on a white couch.
"Don't, I'll soak it," Draco snapped.
"I have my wand remember," the man said easily.
"Lucky you, must have been grate being Potty's bitch."
"Harry saved the world and made sure we had a future Malfoy!"
"And that's why it hurts when I sit then? Remind me to thank Potty if I ever see his scarred face again," snapped Draco.
"I'm sorry Malfoy."
Leaning back into the alien comfort of the sofa, Draco let his eyes draw closed and focused on the erratic background noise.
"How do you take your tea?"
"No milk and two sugars," he replied naturally.
The face handed him a mug, the cool smoothness of it contrasting with the polystyrene cups he was used to drinking tea from now.
"Do you remember me?"
"I know you went to Hogwarts."
"Neville Longbottom."
Draco spluttered.
"You can't be, you're much too together."
"By that logic you could not possibly be Draco Malfoy, you are far too broken."
"I lost my dignity and self-respect when I watched my home burn and my parents executed…I am not Draco Malfoy. I am nothing he was."
"What do they call you then?"
"Blane…"
Longbottom sank into the plush material of the high-backed chair he sat in with a small smirk decorating his face.
"Suits you."
Draco snorted.
Neville just continued to smile, stirring his tea absent minded with a teaspoon but never touching any to his lips.
Draco began to wonder if Longbottom had poisoned him but found he did not really care and gulped down the scorching liquid.
"Are you hungry?"
"I dunno, I cannot remember what being hungry feels like."
"I'll make you something, have a shower."
"Defeats the purpose when I have to put these back on."
"I'll give you something in the morning and I'll give you pyjamas from now."
"Pyjamas?"
"Yes, you are sleeping here tonight."
"You should have said Longbottom, you could have fucked me in that alley for £30," smiled Draco.
"I didn't want to get wet," Neville said simply, rising from the chair and sweeping into the kitchen.
Deciding against disturbing his gracious host, Draco wandered into the hall and opened the first suspect door, pleased with himself when he realised his brilliant deduction skills left from spying had not left him, and the room was the bathroom.
Wriggling from the confines of his dirty, worn clothing Draco observed himself in the long mirror. He was far too thin and his back was littered with bruises and scars, his legs were mere sticks covered with wiry blond hair and his ribs were barely covered by his white, stretched skin. Draco sighed, trying to remember a time when he looked in the mirror and liked what he saw…
After allowing himself some time to mourn the joyful times of his youth, Draco brushed the trails of tears from his cheek and stood under the constant beat of the shower.
The water was deliciously hot and coloured his skin violent red, then he reached from the dark purple bar of soap, moaning audibly as the suds murdered the dirt trapped in his skin and gave him some of his sanity back, suddenly he could almost call himself Draco.
The feeling was gone the instant he stepped from the jet of water and tears caught him unaware.
On the outside he was clean but the true filth lay buried under his skin, somewhere he could never cleanse. Never could he use the name Draco Lucius Malfoy without shame, his father's angry face and his mother's pained face dancing mockingly before him as flashbacks from his many times in the alley flooded him.
Roughly he pulled his hand across his face to erase the tears and avoided the mirror as he pulled on the red trousers Longbottom had left him. He had left no top so Draco wrapped himself in the damp towel, adamant to keep a miniscule amount of his dignity.
Longbottom looked pained when Draco sat back on the couch.
He placed a tray on the table in front of him with a sandwich on beautifully white bread sat on a plate, a red apple and a glass of pineapple juice on it.
Then Longbottom sat next to him and took Draco into his arms.
At first he was stilled by shock, unsure of what Longbottom desired until he realised and he pressed his chapped lips against the smooth, warm ones of the other man.
Longbottom kissed deliciously, affectionately and warmly, like he cared and the feeling made Draco ill. His stomach churned furiously as he felt himself by consumed by the promises Longbottom could never keep.
He pulled away suddenly, his eyes glittered with obvious anger.
"Fuck…I thought you wanted to but you think…Fuck…"
Draco just looked at the ground, realising there had to be an unpleasant conclusion to the luxury he had found himself surrounded by.
"I'm sorry…" Longbottom mumbled.
"Why?"
"I should not have taken advantage…"
"It's why I am here isn't it?"
"I dunno why I brought you here really…"
"Me neither…"
"Why do you still have that towel on?"
"You didn't leave a t-shirt."
"Oh sorry, I'll get you one, you eat yeah?"
Longbottom fled the room in a flourish, blatantly pleased to escape Draco.
With a sigh he brought the bread to his mouth, savouring the rush of flavours as food felt so different away from that world…the world he could escape whilst surrounded by Longbottom's stiff furniture and his warmth.
When he came back he wore similar pyjamas to Draco and a horrifically clashing green top, Draco kept confined all jokes about him resembling a crudely decorated Christmas tree and thanked him gently for the food and clothes.
Longbottom turned his head and allowed Draco to change then stuffed the discarded towel into the washing machine robotically.
"I only have one bed," Longbottom announced suddenly.
"It's okay, I'll sleep on the couch or floor or something," said Draco, feeling suddenly out of place.
"No, you have the bed."
"We could share it?"
"If…I won't try and have sex with you…just sleep."
"Okay," said Draco simply.
Obediently, like a dog, Draco followed Longbottom into his bedroom, watching as he threw the decorative cushions into a corner and pulled back the coverlet. Finally, he slid under the uncovered duvet and smiled up at Draco. Robotically, he joined Longbottom in the odd comfort of the bed.
Under the blankets, Longbottom fumbled for Draco's hand and once found it, knotted his fingers with the blond's and squeezed softly. Unsurprisingly Draco found it hard to react as he was unsure what his bed partner wanted so he allowed the contact, waiting for Longbottom's next move but shortly after, his soft snores filled the room.
Draco lay staring at the white ceiling, wondering what kind of mess he had just skipped into.
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This will actually have more than one chapter, I figured splitting it up would make it easier to read.
Hppe you enjoyed it.