Just a short idea I had. I wanted a different spin on it than it took, but I'm ok with it.
God's he liked playing the hero. As much as he hated to admit it, he did. Hermione thought it was just something that he did, something that he felt obligated to do, especially when he was fighting Voldemort and his followers. But now, since that was all gone, Harry had nothing to save.
And that killed him.
That's what brought him to Draco. Draco liked being saved. Liked Harry coming to his rescue at the perfect moment, saving him just in time, and sometimes, he'd put himself in danger, real or imagined just so Harry could save him.
Ginny didn't worry where he went anymore; she stayed at home, tending to the children and the house while Harry went to Draco. But it wasn't just being a hero anymore, it was pure passion.
It was always the same, Draco would be in danger, Harry would come to the rescue and Draco, he would pretend to be mad at him, claim he didn't need anyone to save him.
And then, one of them would slam the other up against the wall for a kiss. It didn't matter the location, it didn't matter who saw, it mattered that they got what they wanted.
And what happened next can only be explained as against or as something neither of them wanted to explore any further. They'd make love until one of them had to return home to their regular lives. Harry forever being the hero, Draco forever being the helpless one that needs to be rescued, that's always how it's been.
Ginny never asked questions, she'd greet him when he returned with a kiss and a smile and a drink. Ginny didn't need saving, not anymore. But Harry, he needed to be the hero.
Draco's hero.