Title: Shattered Life

Author: RedWitch

Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com

Rated: R (maybe a little worse than that, *wink*wink*)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ Draco goes to Harry's house and emotions stir.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.

Feedback: PLEASE!

WARNING: This story contains slash, if you don't like screw off.

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Sure enough, Draco wasn't aloud to leave without The Boy Who Lived. Even with Harry Draco couldn't leave. He had to go through a series of tests for his mental capacity. Apparently the doctors had thought Draco slit his own throat.

Draco had breezed through the questions without many problems. By the end the entire staff found him annoying and cocky. Finally Harry was aloud to take Draco home.

Harry oddly liked the sound of that. He and Draco were going home. When they walked into the apartment Harry owned he watched Draco roam. The man moved timidly and. . .gracefully? Harry watched Draco study everything until he finally spoke.

"I guess I'll stay." Draco walked into the bathroom, "You have hot water, right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Harry walked in after.

Draco turned around about to say something, but then thought better of it. Harry watched his face turn a little pink and his eyes dart a little.

"Do you want me to fix that?" Harry offered.

Draco nodded, "Thanks."

Harry muttered the spell and Draco unwrapped the bandages. He smiled a little. It had really hurt when he spoke with the stitches.

"Do you want to take that shower now?" Harry offered. "I have some extra clothes for you too. They might be a little big, but it's all I have."

Draco shrugged, "I'm sure I have a lot less."

Harry didn't say anything as he left with the shutting of the door. Draco quickly turned on the hot water and almost tore his clothes off. Just before he stepped into the shower he looked into the mirror. He looked so different. He had seen his image in mirrors before, but the fluorescent lights in Harry's bathroom made him look like a ghost. He never remembered being so skinny. There were dark rings around his eyes and his cheek bones stuck out more than he remembered.

Finally, he got into the first hot shower he had had in a long time. His own little place a Dave's had nice ice cold running water. He ran his finger down the line down the middle of his chest. He remembered that scar well. Then the shorter one over his left breast, and then his arms where he hand tried to kill himself.

Soon the smooth movement became harsh. His nails dug into the evidence of his abuse. Even more red marks began to mar his skin. Finally, he stopped and sat down, hugging his knees. He felt so lost. He hadn't felt that way in a long time.

Why would Harry take him in? He didn't understand anything anymore.

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The next morning Draco woke to the smell of coffee. He threw the covers back to the bed in Harry's spare room. Draco walked into the kitchen and almost stopped breathing for a moment. Harry was standing by the counter not wearing a shirt. And his pants were riding nicely low. He was hunched over the paper, but still. . . His hair was sexily messed and his glasses looked about to fall.

Draco licked his lips. Harry Potter was definitely not hard on the eyes. No, no, no! This is Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived! Draco shook his head and cleared his throat loudly.

Harry's head shot up. He had totally forgotten about his new room mate. He wasn't used to having anyone in his apartment.

"Hey," he said nervously.

"Um. . .hi," Draco answered.

Harry watched Draco's gaze and mistook it for discomfort. The dark haired man felt like kicking himself. Draco was probably uncomfortable around any guy without his shirt, being in his 'line of work' for the past few years.

"I'll be right back." Harry went and grabbed a shirt from his dresser and ran back out. "Sorry, not uses to others I guess."

Draco nodded, "So, I guess you probably want me out of your hair."

"Wait."

Draco raised a brow, "Uh huh?"

"You don't have to go. I mean you could stay here. . . You don't have to go back to that kind of life."

"That kind of life, Potter, you mean my kind of life. I have to go back."

"No, no you don't, no ones making you go back! You don't need to sell yourself! You can stay, people will help you. Draco, you have changed, everyone will see it. I'll help them. You don't have to live like that."

"I don't want your help." Draco shouted.

Harry stepped foreword. He was about to yell something to the blond, but stopped did something he never thought he would. He leaned down a little and captured Draco's lips in a kiss. The kiss was at first sweet, but turned into a rough surge of passion. And soon he had Draco backed up against the wall.

He slipped his hands under Draco's shirt and pulled it over the blond's head. He gasped as he saw the many marks of abuse that stained his chest. Before he could do anything more Draco dropped to his knees and began unbuckling Harry's belt.

Draco had wished just maybe Harry had wanted more than sex. Like everything he though he had, Harry's interest turned against him too. He had reversed their positions against the wall and now Harry, with his head thrown back, was crying out his name has Draco sucked him off.

When Harry came Draco stood up. The blond straightened out his clothes and his hair.

"Draco I-"

"People like you make me what I am, Potter," Draco hissed.

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A/N- Was that ok? I wasn't sure whether to start the 'relationship' yet. And I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I had a little accident with my coffee cup and somehow managed to spill hot, black coffee on my face. So, I've been a little preoccupied with the hospital and trying not to scream in pain. Thanks a bunch to lorefan55345, Lady Nassah, Little Pug, Lanevaly, lotrfan55345, Yoink Daydurfurits, PeachDancer82, GaBrIeLa, Arafel, and LinZE for some totally awesome reviews. Lots of love to you all!