Title: Making a Day

Chapter: 1
Paring: Harry/Draco
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: NC17 (omgomgomgmyfirsttime)
Notes: HBP never happened.
Summary: Harry, 21 years old, is now living as a muggle. Then one day he meets Draco, who he hasn't seen in almost 3 years and the friendship they've started so long ago develops into something more.

Making a Day

"Shit," Harry swore as he stepped in another pool of water.

It was raining, big fat drops falling from the sky soaking everything it could reach. Harry's pants were wet and his shoes were practically filled with water. His umbrella wasn't doing much to protect him from the rain, though it gave him a little shelter from the cold autumn wind.

Harry Potter, saviour of the wizard world, was now living among the muggles. After defeating Voldemort at the age of seventeen Harry's dream of becoming an auror had long since faded from his mind. He'd experienced enough battles for a lifetime and to do the same for a living just didn't seem as fun as it had when he was fifteen years old. He had, however, developed a interest for medicine during his two months recovery at St Mungos, but hadn't done anything with that interest.

Then, two years ago he'd moved to muggle London. He was now twenty-one years old and had never felt quite so happy with his life as now. Just because he didn't live in the wizard community, and no longer used magic did not mean that he'd cut all the ties to his world.

To be honest he didn't quite know what made him give up magic. But other people seemed to enjoy speculating about it. Some said he'd lost his magic in the last battle, others said it was because of what he'd used his magic for and a few said that he wanted to escape.

And to be truly honest, a few people's conjectures rang a little true.

Hermione and Ron were still the best friends he could ever wish for, and had supported him fully when he'd made his decision. Harry knew that he was always welcomed in their home, it being theirs as they had finally moved in together. The fact always managed to bring a smile to his face. If anyone deserved each other, it was they.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he caught sight of the bus stop Harry carefully jumped over a puddle of water and went to stand by the bus sign.

As he came closer he noticed a figure standing just outside of the streetlight. The man, he assumed from the figure, had no umbrella and his jacket didn't look like it was doing its job keeping the body beneath it warm; as it was soaked.

Casually, Harry walked up to him. "Dreadful weather, isn't it?" he asked, making sure the umbrella covered them both.

The man beside him snorted. "No, no, I just love the rain," the sarcastic reply came, though not in an unfriendly tone.

The man looked up at the umbrella. "Thank you for saving me from it though, it was beginning to drown me."

Harry laughed. "No problem at all."

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said and extended the hand that was not holding the umbrella, "and what do I call you?"

The man beside him quickly turned his head to look at him. "Potter!" he gasped. "Oh my god, I didn't recognize you."

Confused, Harry asked if they'd met before, not realizing how rude that sounded, as the other man obviously knew him.

The man beside him laughed and lowered his hood.

At the sight of shocking blonde hair Harry immediately knew who it was.

"Malfoy!" he gasped, in the same surprised tone as said person had done just seconds before.

"The one and only, baby," Malfoy replied, smirking slightly at him. "I must say Potter, that I had not expected to be rescued by you."

"Oh, but you know, Malfoy, I just couldn't help myself, you looked like you needed someone to rescue you."

For a moment Harry was sure that Malfoy would be pissed at the comment. He honestly hadn't meant anything by it, but he knew it could be taken the wrong way. But to his surprise the former Slytherin laughed.

"True, true, thanks, Potter."

Shocked, but not overly so at Malfoy thanking him; Harry sent a smile his way. He and Malfoy had begun a sort of truce at the beginning of their sixth year at Hogwarts, as in mostly ignoring each other. It was after the war that they'd had the chance to get to know each other a little, since it had been revealed that Malfoy actually had converted to the light side.

So after occasionally meeting at Grimmauld Place during the summer of their seventh year they had formed a sort of friendship.

However, that too had been lost as Harry moved to muggle London and thus this was their first meeting in almost two and a half years.

"So tell me Malfoy, what are you doing here of all places at," Harry checked his wrist-watch, "seven o'clock in the evening?"

Malfoy smiled warily at him. "You know I'm gay, right?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the comment. "Well, I guessed a couple of years ago but no, I didn't know for sure."

"Oh, how observant of you," Malfoy playfully winked at him before looking more serious. "Apparently my father just discovered this and decided that I was not worthy of breathing his air so he kicked me out."

The blond man frowned at the wet pavement, his body language obviously communicating his discomfort as he said, trying to be nonchalant, "And, well, took away my inheritance."

Harry winced, he knew how much Malfoy depended on that inheritance since being who he was, light or dark, nobody wanted to employ him.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Malfoy."

The other man smiled at him. "It's okay I guess, just a little hard since I've never been without money before." Malfoy looked at him. "And call me Draco would you? I think we know each other well enough for that."

Harry grinned. "I can do that. Draco." The name rolled off his tongue easier than he'd thought it would.

The bus arrived and came to a stop before them.

Draco, being the first to step on had some trouble with the muggle money he dug out of his pocket but finally got the right amount, after having the bus driver assist him. Harry snickered a little and even more so at the glare Draco sent him.

The bus was almost empty, except for a teenager in the back and an older couple at the front. Draco chose a seat in the middle and Harry sat down beside him.

"So where are you headed then?" he asked as he laid down the umbrella.

Flushing slightly, Draco replied. "Actually I'm just trying to escape the rain for a bit, I don't have enough money to stay at a hotel."

Oh, Harry thought. "Don't you have any friends to stay with?" He was quite sure that Draco still had Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini as friends, but maybe some thing had happened between them.

"I don't have my wand, Harry, so I can't really contact any of them."

Harry gaped. "You don't have you wand? Why?" Even though Harry himself didn't have his wand, it being safely stored in Gringotts, he was quite sure that Draco depended on magic.

Draco pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. "My father kind of didn't give me a warning when he kicked me out, so I wasn't prepared when he used Expelliarmus on me."

"Ah," Harry said, the old hatred for Lucius Malfoy rising within him.

They spent the next minutes in silence, Draco looking out of the window and Harry thinking.

He didn't know Draco Malfoy. He knew what a bastard he'd been in school and he knew how much he'd changed since then. But he didn't know him.

But, Harry though as he gazed at the man beside him, it wasn't about knowing someone, not this time. It was about trust. The Order had trusted Draco Malfoy to be one of them, and he had. They'd trusted him. And…so had Harry.

"Draco?"

The blond turned to him. "Yes?"

Harry scratched his neck, a nervous habit he had. "If you don't have anywhere to go you could stay at my place for a while, if you'd like."

Surprise flickered across Draco's face as well as something else indefinable. "You'd let me stay at your place?" he asked, sounding astonished, "Harry, you barely know me!"

A smile formed on the former, but still so very Gryffindor's face. "No, but I know that I like what I do know."

To his delight, Draco blushed. "Thank you, Harry. It means a lot." Then he smiled. "It seems like you've saved me again."

TBC