PLEASE TAKE NOTE: THIS WILL INVOLVE A GUYXGUY PAIRING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

This is my first HarryXDraco fanfiction and I'm going to dedicate it to: InTheirBadnessReign who can be found at: She's the one who inspied me to write a HPxDM fanfiction, with her own stories.

This takes place sometime after Deathly Hallows. If I stuff something up, please tell me. I am ignoring the Epilogue ok? Not completely, but for the most part. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that goes to JKRowling


An incredibly decrepit, Draco Malfoy stared up at the Wizengamot and whimpered, before dropping his eyes to the floor.

"Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black. The Wizengamot has decided that, as the prison Azkaban has been filled, and yours is the smallest of given offences, your sentence is..." At this point a small peaky man, sitting next to the speaker leaned over and showed the man a note. Unbeknownst to Draco the piece of parchment read: "I will do it. Send him to me at three." with the initials H.P. Scrawled in the bottom right hand corner. The speaker coughed twice and his eyes widened in surprise, or possibly in shock.

"Your sentence is that you shall live with Harry James Potter for the next three years on probation." Draco's head jerked up as he stared at the speaker with undisguised horror spreading across his face. The wizards present all had to contain their laughter as Draco's only words floated to within their hearing.

"I think I would have preferred Azkaban."


Harry Potter lay on a couch at number 12 Grimmauld Place and tried not to laugh as he surveyed the arguments taking place in front of him. Dobby was trying to stop Kreacher from muttering obscene swear words under his breath while Kreacher stared at Dobby, obviously convinced that Dobby could hear his very thoughts. One the opposite side of the room Hermione was arguing with Ron profusely, trying to convince him that it was fine for her family to pay for him to come on holiday with them. Suddenly Hermione broke from the argument and looked at the clock as it started to chime 3 pm, poked Ron in the side, gestured quietly at it and helped herd Dobby and Kreacher upstairs.

Harry didn't notice any of the last few movements as he was standing in front of a large mirror trying to straighten himself up, and control his hair, and, quite inevitably, did not succeed. As the doorbell rang Harry check his appearance one last time, sighed, and went into the hallway to open the door. From the stairs above Hermione whispered down to him, 'Good luck Harry, write to us soon ok?' Harry nodded in response and strode to the doorway and, after running his fingers nervously through his chaotic hair, opened the door to find a twitchy, nervous, blushing Draco looking back at him.

"Um, Draco.. Come.. Come in." Harry said, flushing, all of his planned welcomes disappearing from his mind.

".. Thanks, Potter," Replied Draco, with barely a hint of his old venom in his voice. He stepped inside, then his eyes swept from side to side as if he expected to be attacked at any moment by something. Harry watched silently for a few moments, taking in Draco's clothing and appearance in general and found himself shocked beyond belief. The old Draco was barely present at all, this new Draco was grimy, his hair was longer and was so dirty it appeared to be brown. His clothing was wretched and obviously second or third hand.

"Uh.." Draco was getting nervous, as he had never been under such direct scrutiny by someone who mean him no harm, the only people that had inspected him so were his father who was looking for something to complain about, and the people who had... He barely avoided a shudder and blocked his mind from thinking about it. "What are you looking at.. Potter?"

"Call me Harry. You need a shower, and I'm sure I can find you something to wear. That is, if you don't mind something of mine?" Harry watched carefully for Draco's reaction and was surprised as dread, then embarrassment showed in Draco's eyes. Little did he know that Draco's thoughts were following a very interesting pattern. ' He thinks I'm disgusting, I can tell, then again, who wouldn't? I'm such a moron. Oh god, he can probably tell..'

"Um, yeah.. A shower..I'd like that Po.. Harry." Harry couldn't help a small smile when Draco said his name, but he quickly realized that Draco probably thought he was mocking him and smothered it, then guided him to the bathroom telling him to feel free to use any of the shampoos, soaps, towels and all of the things that were in the bathroom. He then said he would find some suitable clothes and left Draco to it.

Once he was sure that Draco had the water running Harry practically ran up to his room, chuck some floo powder into the fire place and said, beaming at a surprised Ron and Hermione. "He said my name. He called me Harry!! Oh, I'm supposed to be getting clothes, bye!" As he withdrew his head, Ron turned to Hermione and shrugged while Hermione laughed a little, pleased that her friend had finally gotten a little of what he was looking for. Hermione pulled Ron forward and whispered in his ear. Ron's face went from shocked, to amazed and then he just cracked up laughing.


Harry had found Draco some clothes and opened the bathroom door, expecting to find Draco washing in a steam filled shower cubicle. Instead he found one Draco Malfoy, curled up on the bathroom floor, crying softly.

"Draco?" Harry said in shock, then he went over to the other young man, and sat next to him, before pulling him into a warm embrace. "Draco, it's ok, shh, it's ok now, your safe here. You're safe with me. I swear." As Harry sat there holding Draco, as Draco's tears soaked his shirt, Harry realized that rebuilding Draco Malfoy was going to take a while.

"Draco, lets get you into this shower ok? Then you can get some proper rest." Draco looked up at Harry and nodded, barely. The two men stood carefully, Harry ready to catch Draco if he fell, and Draco trying not to. Draco began shedding his clothes, what there was of them anyway, and after a moment Harry did the same. Draco stopped and turned to Harry his question obvious. "I'm not going to let you fall down in there am I? I'm getting in the shower with you." He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but the truth was that his heart was beating rapidly at the idea of them being together in such a confined space, naked.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise but he quickly shrugged it off. It was Po.. No. It was Harry's house, and his rules,and it seemed that the guy actually gave a damn.They stepped into the shower cubicle and Draco tried to work out where to start, he was coated in dirt.

"How about we start with your hair?" Harry said and with no prompting or real warning he put shampoo into his hand then started to wash Draco's hair. Draco tried to pull away but quickly realized that there was no where to run and that it was kind of nice, Harry's hands massaging his scalp like that. So he turned and tilted his head back, so that the other could reach easier. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he washed Draco's hair, while Draco let him do it. He'd wanted to do this for years, bur his hands in the other's blonde hair, if only to mess it up, or so he thought, but over the last year he had come to the realization that he wanted to have it between his fingers more than anything. Harry had faced the facts, he wanted Draco. Bad.

As he massaged Draco's scalp he felt some movement in his nether regions and hoped that he could keep his urges at bay. Harry swallowed gently, then spoke.

"Uh, you can rinse now Draco, I think I got the worst of it." Draco moved his head under the water stream and ran his hands through his hair a couple of times. Then he stood directly under it's flow and picked up the soap, as he washed he could feel Harry's eyes running over him and thought nothing much of it. After all he had lost a fair bit of weight and didn't look as healthy as he had last time the two had met. Had Draco looked around, he would have discovered that Harry had been watching the water run over Draco's body and was now, quite firmly wrapping a towel around his hips, trying to hide his erection from view, and the thoughts that accompanied it.

When Harry had his thoughts under control he looked back up to find Draco watching him with a curious expression on his face, Harry blushed and Draco just raised his eyebrows before speaking.

"Uh.. Any chance you could wash my back? I want to get all of this dirt off..." This time it was Draco who blushed and ducked his head.

" Um, yeah sure." Harry's heart soared as he washed Draco's back carefully with a cloth and some soap, making sure that he got all of the dirt off. To Harry's shock he found scars marring Draco's back, and as he traced one of them with a finger tip Draco saids sadly: "There were a lot of angry people that had access to me Harry, they got their revenge.. And I let them."


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Belladonna