A/N: Here is my second attempt at writing a fanfic, enjoy.

Chapter One

Harry was sat skimming the Daily Prophet when an article caught his attention.

Malfoy Family Crumble

A Mr Milligan (36) was arrested yesterday and will be sentenced to life in Azkaban for the murder of Lucius Malfoy and attempted murder of Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.

Mr Milligan called himself 'The crusader of justice' he took it upon himself to punish the Malfoy family, he told ministry officials that he felt they were not punished enough for their involvement in the second war. He killed Mr Malfoy and attempted to kill Mrs Malfoy, when her son Draco stopped him. This angered him and he cast a curse intended for Mrs Malfoy, Draco Malfoy stepped in the line of fire and was hit with the curse instead. Soon after the Aurors were alerted by the Malfoy house elves and they arrested Mr Milligan, he confessed under veritaserum questioning.

The Daily Prophet has learned that Mrs Malfoy has gone into hiding, fearing for her life and Draco Malfoy, now head of the family, was blinded by the curse he was hit with. Draco was unavailable for questioning.

Harry was frozen in shock, Lucius was dead, actually dead and Draco blinded. He no longer had a hateful relationship with Draco and they were quite civil when they returned to finish their Hogwarts education. They graduated from Hogwarts a few years ago, but they were polite to each other and even made small talk when at the same functions. Harry was lost in thought, blinded because he tried to save his mother, oh Draco.

Harry felt bad for him but he know Draco wouldn't like people to feel sorry for him. Harry shook his head and stood to get ready to head to Diagon Alley, he needed to complete some chores. Harry had been shopping for some time, when he noticed a familiar sight of blond hair. Draco was walking with a white cane, he used it to detect objects in his path.

He looked very vulnerable and he was walking slowly, someone pushed past him from behind and he fell to the floor, his shopping scattered around him. Harry wanted to go help him, but knew if Draco recognised his voice he wouldn't accept his help, he cast a quick spell that altered the sound of his voice and ran over to Draco. He placed his hand over Draco's "Who's there?" Draco pulled his hand away.

In a voice nothing like his Harry said "Sorry, I just wanted to alert you to my presence, I saw you fall and wanted to help you."

Draco looked tired up close, his eyes eerily glazed over, dimming the grey. "I don't need anyone's help, I can do it." Harry knew Draco was feeling vulnerable and was on the defensive.

"I'm sure you can, but either way I'm helping you." Harry rounded up Draco's shopping, held it for him, helped him to stand "What is your address, I can apparate us." Draco sensed that this stranger wasn't going to take no for an answer, stubborn git, so he gave his address and waited for the familiar sensation of apparition.

Harry arrived at a block of apartments, he took hold of Draco's elbow and steered him towards the lifts. "What floor?" sighing Draco replied,

"The penthouse of course." Rolling his eyes, typical Draco.

"Isn't that impractical considering your condition." Harry regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Draco bristled "I'm blind not dying. For your information I have lived at this apartment for three years, I have only recently been rendered blind." How could Harry be so stupid, he didn't want to upset Draco. The lift doors pinged open and Draco stepped out, using his cane for guidance, Harry followed, he still had Draco's shopping. Draco took out his keys, then felt in front of him for the lock, feeling the key was the correct way around, he then guided the key in the lock and opened the door.

Draco walked in "Put the shopping bags on the counter, please." Harry stepped in and his mouth hung open, Draco's apartment was stunning, it was on the top level, with amazing views of the surrounding city, the décor was elegant, yet tasteful and modern. He had a large open plan living area, which held a huge living room to the right, with a large corner sofa and surprisingly a flat screen TV, the TV was on the wall above a beautiful fire place, along one wall ran a bookcase full of rare books. On the left side of the open space was a kitchen, a long breakfast counter ran down the middle separating the two spaces, his kitchen was white with black granite worktops, it oozed taste and style. Harry knew as soon as he saw it that Malfoy would have chosen the décor himself.

"Wow, your apartment is amazing."

Draco smiled "Thank you….um sorry I don't recall you giving me your name" Harry shuffled his feet, no way was he going to tell Draco his actual name, Draco would throw a fit.

"Um how rude of me, sorry I'm …um James Evans." saying the first names that came into his head, his father's Christian name and his mother's maiden name, he hoped Draco didn't recognise them, but with his voice altered he thought this was unlikely.

Draco must have learnt the layout of his apartment quite well, he manoeuvred between the furniture with ease, occasionally reaching out and feeling his way. He sat on the sofa, lent back and closed his eyes, he looked exhausted. "Well, James thank you for your assistance, you may go."

Harry didn't want to leave, he couldn't pin point why, he wanted to make sure Draco was ok, he wanted to talk to him, get to know him better, see how he had turned out and what had happened in the last four or so years. Hesitating "Um sorry you didn't tell me your name, but do you want me to put away your shopping?"

Draco opened his eyes, sat forward and frowned "You are nosy aren't you, you're a complete stranger, giving my current situation I don't really trust strangers, if you don't mind, leave my apartment before I call security." Harry took a step towards Draco but stopped at the look Draco gave him, he must have heard Harry approaching.

"Hey, I was only being a good Samaritan. I'll go now, sorry to disturb you."

Harry turned to leave when he heard Draco softly say "Sorry, I'm not used to people being nice to me for no reason. Thanks for your help, maybe I'll see you around."

Harry nodded, realised Draco wouldn't be able to see "Sure, bye um…"

Draco smiled "Draco Malfoy" Harry returned the smile, then it faltered as again he realised Draco wouldn't see it.

"Bye Draco." With that Harry left the apartment and returned to his house at Grimmauld Place. Harry spent most the evening starting something, such as reading a book and then giving up as he kept thinking about Draco. He couldn't seem to distract himself no matter what he did.

The next day Harry found himself stood at the door to Draco's apartment, he had the urge to see him, to check he was fine, he didn't want to let Draco out of his life again. He knocked and waited for Draco to answer. After a short time had passed Harry knocked again, just about to give up and go home the door was flung open.

Draco stood in the doorway in a pair of low riding black jogging bottoms, bare feet and a low V-neck white t-shirt, Harry thought he looked gorgeous. Clearing his throat "Hey Draco, it's um…..me James."

Nothing but silence greeted this, Draco shifted his feet "James? Oh right from yesterday, did you leave your wallet or something?"

It was Harry's turn to shift uncomfortably "Not exactly, I ...um...I was thinking about you and wanted to see you again."

Draco looked puzzled "Oh, okay well, come in, I will make some coffee." Draco couldn't explain it, something about this man's presence put him at ease, he had spent a lot of his time since yesterday, day dreaming about what he would look like, he liked his voice, and it was oddly familiar.

He had learned the lay out of his apartment and as long as nothing was out of place he could function on a basic level. He struggled at first, suddenly having his sight taken away from him, he lived his live depending on sight and looks. He took pride in his appearance, he picked expensive and exquisite belongings and fine clothes, he was attracted to his partners by looks and now that his sight was taken away, he couldn't fathom how he was going to survive.

Basic survival instinct must have kicked in, as he soon stopped mopping and feeling sorry for himself and started learning how to live with the blindness. The healers said that they didn't know the counter curse, as the curse that was fired at him was new/unknown. They said that maybe one day his sight might return, but Draco wasn't hopeful, he didn't want to be disappointed when it never happened.

He guided himself around the kitchen stopping at the relevant counter, he felt for two mugs and set them down, he then took hold of the coffee percolator and poured out some coffee, days of practice had helped him just know when to stop pouring. Harry came up behind Draco and watch as he made them coffee, he was astounded at how well Draco could function without his sight, he was oddly proud of him.

Harry took the offered cup of coffee, stepped back and lent against the counter behind him. Draco had turned around and lent against the counter behind him too. "Do you want any milk or sugar?" Harry took his coffee black with no sugar, he told Draco he didn't need any. Harry couldn't stop staring at Draco's face, Draco had a good sense of knowing where Harry was standing and faced him. Now they were twenty three Harry could appreciate good looks when he saw them, there was no question, Draco was a good looking man.

"I don't mean to be rude, but how much can you see, if at all?" Draco would normally get pissed off if someone asked him a personal question like that, but he felt he could trust this strange man.

"I was hit with a new and volatile curse, it caused my blindness, and I say I'm about 95% blind, I can make out very small amounts of colour and light. Like now I can see the pinkness of your face, but cannot see any of your features or details of your clothes etc." Harry liked how easy Draco found it to talk to him, seeing Draco again stirred something inside Harry and he was glad that Draco was being friendly.

"So when I smile you cannot see it?"

Draco smiled and shook his head "Afraid not, your face is one blurry pink blob. I'm sure you have a wonderful smile though." Harry's smile grew at this, was Draco flirting with him.

They drunk in silence and once the coffee was finished, they moved to sit on the corner sofa. Draco and Harry spent a few hours talking about, interests, hobbies and life in general. Harry reluctantly said his goodbyes, he had dinner with Ron and Hermione tonight.

"Would you mind if I came around again tomorrow?"

Draco took a step closer to Harry, Harry could feel the tension in the air "Sure, I'd like that James." Draco was feeling positive, someone was interested in him, even though he was blind, he didn't have to spend his life alone.

Harry was distant at dinner and made an excuse of being busy with work and having too much on his plate. He spent most of the evening thinking of Draco, how his face looked stunning when he smiled, how his laugh was rich and deep, how his body moved in fluid movements, every step he took oozed sex appeal. Harry knew he was attracted to Draco, he wanted to get to know him and maybe date him but he had lied to him, he thought he was James Evans and he even had a different voice. He didn't want Draco to leave his life but he saw no other way, he would have to continue to lie to him. If things turned serious he would confess.

When he arrived the next day, Harry could hear the sound of crashing coming from Draco's apartment, he pushed open the door, not waiting for an invite. Stood in the centre of the room was Draco and he was throwing and smashing up anything within hands reach. Harry rushed up to him, grabbed him and firmly held him in a hug.

"Hey, it's ok, Draco calm down." Harry ran his hand up and down Draco's back, trying to sooth him. "What happened?" Draco relaxed into Harry's embrace, he could smell James' familiar scent, hearing James' voice and feeling him against him, it helped calm him.

"I just lost it, I'm sorry you saw that. I have been fired from my job, they say that I cannot fulfil my duties. I was so angry that they are firing me because I'm blind, it's not fair." Draco broke down, all the hate, resentment and unfairness about his situation finally getting to him.

Harry moved to the sofa, sat and pulled Draco down with him. Draco curled into Harry's side and sobbed on his shoulder. Draco cried for the loss of his father, though a horrible man, he was still his father, he cried as he didn't know when he would hear his mother's voice again and he cried because he was blind and alone. After a while Draco's sobs subsided and he soon fell asleep, Harry gently laid Draco onto the sofa, threw a blanket over him and started cleaning up the mess that Draco had made.

When Draco woke he could smell coffee and he could hear the sound of cooking oil sizzling. He waited a moment to wake up fully, he then walked over to the kitchen, he could make out the blur of someone standing at the cooker hob, when he neared them he smelt James' all too familiar scent.

Harry turned as he saw Draco walking over "I hope you don't mind, I thought you'd be hungry when you wake, I'm making chicken stir fry." Draco walked around the counter and sat on a stool at the bar.

"No I don't mind, stir fry sounds great, do you have coffee?" Draco felt strange, it was nice having someone look after him, not because they had to or because they pitied him but because that person wanted to.

"Sure, here you go." They stayed in silence for a bit, Draco sipping his coffee, cringing at his mental breakdown earlier.

"James, I'm sorry about earlier, I have had a few personal issues lately and it just got to me."

Harry walked over to the counter, reached over it, placed his hand over Draco's "Don't apologise, I admire your courage." Draco snorted at that, Harry absently rubbed circles over the top of Draco's hand. "Draco, courage is not about the strength to go on; it's going on when you don't have the strength." He squeezed Draco's hand and returned to the cooking.