Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc.

This is the story of Harry and Draco's first time. Before "If You Leave". I don't know if this will be a one shot or not. It depends on how I feel the story is going.

Everyone needs something sometimes

Warning: slash, HD/DM

Harry was sitting on his bed in his private room. He was a seventh year. He held his stomach as he felt like he was going to be sick. His unruly hair was a mess even more than usual. His eyes were red and bleary. It was Christmas break and there was hardly anyone at the school. The war was heating up. All ready he had seen people die. He was lonely. He slowly got up and got undressed. When he had put on his sleep pants, he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" he called out.

"It's me Potter," said Draco's voice from behind the door. "I need to speak to you."

"It's late. Could we do this later?"

"This is important." Harry let out a resigned sigh and opened the door.

"Come in, make yourself at home." Draco was also dressed in pajama pants. His chest was bare and white in the light from the candles. He came in and shut the door back behind him. Harry sat back down on the bed and looked at Draco waiting to hear what the boy had to say. It suddenly struck Harry that it was odd for Draco to be here during the Christmas break.

"My mother is going through stuff right now, that's why I'm here for Christmas." Harry looked slightly startled. "I need your help."

"What with?"

"People say that you are good at healing potions and spells."

"I've gotten better since being the Quidditch team captain." Draco nodded slightly. He took his wand from his pocket and mumbled some words. Suddenly Draco's body showed bruises, scrapes, and cuts all over. Someone had beaten the crap out of him. Harry looked at the boy's beaten body with confusion.

"What the hell happened?" Even as he spoke, he was reaching under his bed for his box of healing potions and also pulled out his wand to begin a healing spell for the bruises.

"My father happened." He didn't say anything further and Harry got the impression that he didn't want to speak on the subject anymore. Instead of pushing for more answers, he pulled out a small stool and sat it down a few feet from the bed.

"Sit down, and you can start by drinking this." Harry handed Draco a healing potion as the blond sat down on the stool. Without hesitation Draco uncorked the vial and drank down the potion. His cuts and scrapes were starting to disappear and he could feel his ribs starting to set back. Harry began muttering words over Draco's bruises and waving his wand. Immeadiately the bruises began to fade away. Draco stretched as the healing began. He was finally able to move in some ways that had been difficult.

"I'm guessing that the healing potion will help with... internal injuries as well."

"It does usually. It depends on how severe."

"Not severe, just minor."

"Then the potion should take care of it. I guessed on cracked ribs when I saw your bruises."

"Yeah... there was another... injury."

"Will you be all right?"

"I think so."

"Well, what is it? I'd have a better idea-"

"He raped me. All right? Muscles were... torn. Skin was torn as well, there was blood." Harry was still startled by the revelation of what Draco's father had done to him. Harry reached into his box and found a more powerful healing potion that he had used for deep wounds and torn muscles.

"Drink this too, just in case. If the first one didn't heal your wound then this will." Draco once again drank the potion without question. He sat still and tried to keep his breathing even as he felt the potion begin to take affect.

"Lie down," said Harry after putting away his box.

"What?"

"That last one is going to make you very sleepy. It's late and you might as well go to bed in mine. I'll sleep on the couch." Draco felt the sleepy effects of the potion coming over him and decided he was too tired to argue just then. He stood and nearly fell over. Harry stopped him from falling and gently guided Draco to the bed. Draco felt Harry pulling the blankets over his body and he could have sworn that Harry touched his hair for a second before walking away to the couch.

The next morning Draco woke up slowly in the morning light. He gingerly stretched his sore body and found that Harry was indeed good at healing potions and spells. His body felt barely sore. He looked over at the couch where Harry was sleeping still. Harry had comfortably stretched out on the long couch and had his back to the bed where Draco was lying. The blanket that he had pulled over himself had fallen to his waist exposing his bare back to the cold air. Harry involuntarily shivered and then pulled the blanket back over him. Draco watched wishing he could be that blanket over Harry's gorgeous body. He had lusted after the Golden Child since they were both fifth year students. Coming to the boy who he wanted so badly for help had been hard, but he knew he wasn't all that good at healing spells and potions and he was barely able to walk to Harry's room. If he wanted to appear normal for the rest of the Christmas break he needed to be healed quickly and quietly.

"Like what you see Draco?" said Harry quietly. Draco blinked hard and shook his head. "You heard me right," said Harry turning to look at Draco. The blanket he had pulled over himself fell back down to Harry's waist. Draco unashamedly drank in the sight of Harry's half naked body. "Well, what's your answer?" Draco grinned devilshly. Harry stood in his boxers and walked back to the bed where Draco was lying. He leaned down and kissed Draco full on the mouth. The kiss seared into both of them.

"Why..." said Draco after they broke away, not really expecting an answer.

"I need something... I need someone... and so do you." Draco couldn't argue this fact. He tumbled with Harry in the bed until he was the one on top. They kissed each other hard, scratched and bit each other. Draco pushed himself into Harry and the boy beneath him arched in pleasure. He grabbed Harry by the waist and pulled the boy he had lusted after closer to him than either had thought possible. Harry threw back his head in a silent scream. Draco felt a tinge of worry that he was hurting Harry. He ran his hands up Harry's back and soon had Harry sitting up on his lap while he was still buried deep inside the Golden Child. Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders as he took in deep ragged breaths.

"Gods Draco..." he whispered darkly. This only served to make Draco more aroused. To his relief and delight Harry slowly started moving up and down on Draco's hard aching need. Draco moaned and leaned back his head as Harry ravaged the boy's sensitive neck. Draco breathed raggedly, moaned, and made inarticulate sounds that only urged on Harry's attentions. They stared straight into each other's eyes as they silently screamed their release before falling back in exhaustion on the bed. Draco was lying on Harry's chest and felt Harry gently run his fingers through Draco's silky hair. Draco took in a deep breath trying to return to reality and listened to Harry's heart beat. He felt Harry pull the blankets over them and he snuggled down into Harry's chest thankful for this unexpected moment of peace and safety.