Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling, in case you've decided not to notice that yet. The only thing that is mine is the plot. Not even the alternate universe I'm using is mine, since it's set in modern times just with no magic.

A/N: Ah, yes, the sweet smell of another Harry/Draco fanfic. Although we all know that if it's written by me it won't smell sweet. OH WELL! I'm hoping that this fanfic catches the attention of at least SOME people, for if I don't get any reviews I shall not continue this piece. (Forgive me, I just went to see a Shakespeare play.) I hope you enjoy the fanfic. Oh! And, note OOC-ness since this is an Alternate Universe fanfic.

Warning: This fanfic contains Male/Male relationship. If you are a homophobic I suggest you don't read this, although I do want at least one flame that I can mock because those are just so fun!

Bound and Broken

By: Spellcastre

Hermione Granger drove her car down the street. She sighed as she thought about the person she was going to visit. She was hoping that he had a lot of spare paper around, for he'd only 'speak' to her in that way. If you could call that speaking.

She finally pulled up in front of the -almost large- white and ebony house. Hermione never knew why he always wanted a house with those opposite colors on it. She just sighed, and rang the doorbell. Almost instantly, a man open the door and motioned for Hermione to come in.

"Hello, Harry. It's been awhile."

Harry shot Hermione the 'what do you want?' look. Which is sometimes fused together with the 'what are you going to try now?' look that Harry had also invented through the past five years.

Hermione just took her regular seat at the table, and Harry took his.

"I think I've found one other person we could try. Just one who could stay with you, since I always can't. One who will make sure you don't do something drastic…"

Harry did not want to hear this. Hermione had been trying this ever since…ever since…ever since five years ago. He didn't need this! He frowned unhappily and went into the kitchen, grabbed a few pieces of paper and a pen, and came out. He sat down again, took one of the pieces, and scribbled angrily on it. He handed it to Hermione. She looked it over. It read:

"NO!"

Hermione sighed. "Why not, Harry?" He took the paper back, wrote some more, still as angrily as before. This time, it read:

"Nothing has worked before. Not one of them has helped me yet. Understand?!"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I get what you mean. We haven't had much luck with helpers in the past, but I have a good feeling about this one. Won't you at least meet him, Harry?"

Harry made a low growling sound in his throat at hearing that the 'helper' was male. Hermione didn't get the fact that if he let himself make a noise every once in awhile, why he didn't just talk it all out. But it was Harry's decisions on what goes, especially with his own vocal chords. She, however, was just trying to help Harry. He needed someone to look after him now, someone to comfort him. And she had so much to do, that neither she, nor her husband (and Harry's best friend) Ron could constantly keep an eye on him.

Harry was now scribbling something else on the back of that sheet of paper, and a sad look was in his eyes. This time, he shoved it towards her. The strength of the sympathy she felt for him five years ago slightly rose as she read what this one said:

"Look, I don't need someone to replace Oliver…alright? Ever since he-- ever since then, I haven't cared about someone the same way. I don't want anyone to look after me like that. I don't want to fall in love again. I…DON'T…WANT…TO…CARE."

Hermione looked up, and set the paper on the table gently. "Harry, I know you miss Oliver…I really do. But still, I want you to at least make room for another friend in your life. Just meet him. If he bothers you, we can throw him right out the door. Just like we did with Sibyll…I must admit, she was too annoying."

Harry smiled sadly. He took a new piece of paper and wrote at a much nicer pace this time. Hermione's expression brightened a little as she read:

"Alright, I'll give the guy ONE chance. If I feel uncomfortable, I get to kick him out a GLASS WINDOW, understood?"

"Understood, Harry."

Harry nodded the, "glad you see it my way," nod. Then he wrote something else under the scripture.

"Bring him to the coffee shop tomorrow at noon. I'll be waiting."

Hermione nodded. Good thing she had off tomorrow. Ron would just have to take care of the children. She really thought that Harry would have good luck with the one she chose this time…

***

Hermione led the silver-blonde-haired man into the coffee shop and looked around for Harry. Sadly, she had been slightly suspicious that Harry wouldn't show up. However, there he was, sitting at the regular table by the large window that looks over a grass field.

She went over to him. "Hello, Harry. Nice day, isn't it?"

Harry smiled slightly and nodded. He looked over to the person standing behind her, took a pen, and wrote something on a piece of paper, (many of which he was wise enough to bring,) and handed it to her.

"Is that him?"

Hermione nodded.

The man behind her cleared his throat.

"Yes?" She asked.

"May I sit down at least? I don't plan to stand here…this may take a few hours, and I don't want to destroy my legs."

Harry smiled at his comment.

"Fine, fine…" she said, and then added, "You could introduce yourself."

The man took a seat across from Harry and rolled his eyes. "I'm Draco Malfoy."

Harry nodded and they shook hands. Hermione smiled.

Draco turned to Hermione and asked, "Well, are YOU going to sit down?"

Hermione blinked a few times. "Oh! Ha…maybe that would be a good idea." With that, she took a seat, of course.

Draco rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Harry.

"Well, since Hermione said 'Hello Harry' to you, I'm assuming that you happen to be Harry, unless you get your name changed every five seconds," (Harry's shoulders shook slightly at this, his equivalent to laughing, since he doesn't laugh very openly anymore,) "and so I'm going to ask you a few questions. Since it would be rather bothersome so have you write 'yes' or 'no' every time, just hold up your index finger for no, and your index and middle finger for yes. Got it?"

Harry nodded.

'Organized,' Harry thought. 'That's a good sign.'

"So. First we start with the typical stuff. Let's see, I'm going to try to figure out your age now. Er, 20?"

Index finger.

"21?"

Index finger.

"23?"

Index and middle finger.

"Excellent. So, continuing on. You have taken an oath of silence because of the death of a loved one, right?"

Slowly, Harry raised his index and his middle finger.

"Alright then. And, if I may ask, how did that happen?"

Harry just raised his middle finger his time towards Draco.

"Okay…I'll take that as 'fuck off and leave that subject alone.' That's fine with me."

Harry's shoulders shook again. Hermione smiled.

And so a few hours went by, (just as Draco had predicted,) and Harry didn't seem to mind any of it. Well, except for maybe one or two questions. After the questions and a few 'conversations' (Harry, of course, used paper,) were over, Hermione asked Harry,

"So, did I do a good job? Can he stay with you?"

Harry thought for a little bit. Then, he took a piece of paper, and wrote purposely slowly. Then he handed the note to Hermione.

"Yes."

Hermione smiled widely. "Yay!"

Draco looked frightened at Hermione's reaction. "Whoa. That was uncalled for."

"He accepted you, Draco!"

"So I could tell! You wouldn't say 'yay' if he rejected me, unless this was a joke."

"Well, that's true."

Harry's shoulders shook slightly again.

"Alright, Harry, do I start today?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, no hesitation.

"Great."

Harry wrote something on a piece of paper.

"Get your things packed. Hermione will give you my address. It doesn't matter to me when you arrive. See you later."

After Draco gave a nod as feedback, Harry got up and left the restaurant.

As he got into his car, he sighed.

'I guess this means Hermione was right…darn, I hope I don't owe her any money or anything,' he thought.

He ''laughed'' at his own thought before driving away.

A/N: I know it wasn't that long, but I still hope you enjoyed it.

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