A/N: All righty, folks, this is my second EVER fanfic, my first being With One Glance (which is also published on this site..), so be easy. No flaming or anything, I'm trying an actual PLOT this time. :P Last time it headed straight into the sexings, but this time I'm going to actually, like, use problems and stuff like real stories! So.. yay for me! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Draco, J.K. Rowling (the most BRILLIANT mind in the universe!) does. I wouldn't mind having them to myself for a few hours.. –grin- But since I can't, I can just have fun imagining and making up stuff about them.

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Chapter 1: The First of Many Days...

A lean, muscled figure sat alone on a couch in a cottage, a thick fantasy volume resting in his lap. The black-haired man marked his page and lifted his glasses, rubbing his eyes. He'd been reading for a good 2 or 3 hours, and it was getting late. He stood and stretched, then headed toward his bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and turned on a hot shower. He slowly scrubbed the smooth, tan skin of his stomach and arms as he started thinking. They'd graduated from Hogwarts 4 years ago. He was an attractive young man at the age of 21, and he could have any girl he wanted. It was only too bad that he only wanted on guy.

Harry Potter wanted Draco Malfoy.

Yes, he was gay. And in love with his archenemy. He was shaking the last of the water from his hair when he heard someone knocking on his door. He wrapped a towel around his waist, not bothering to get dressed, and went to answer the door. He almost fell over and dropped his towel when he saw who was standing behind the heavy wooden door. There in his doorway stood a battered, beaten, extremely dirty Draco Malfoy.

Harry gasped and gently grabbed the weak man as he started to sway. He led Draco into the house and sat him on the couch. He then went to the bathroom, put on pants instead of the towel, and set about making a sandwich and a glass of milk for the abused man. He brought in the plate and the glass and set them on the table, then started to take Draco's coat. He protested, but finally gave in when Harry started whispering soothing words to calm him. He lifted Draco and brought him into the bathroom where he started a warm bath. While the tub was filling, he began to remove Draco's clothes, pausing only to let Draco know that it was him, Harry, and he was going to help him take a bath. The blonde man nodded and helped as best he could to get his clothes off. Harry tried not to stare as he slowly uncovered more and more of the alabaster skin of his archenemy. When Draco was completely topless, however, Harry couldn't stop staring at the near concave stomach. He'd only seen something of this nature when he lived with the Dursleys. He was shocked. Draco came from a wealthy family, why was he starved half to death? He lifted the surprisingly weightless blonde and placed him gently in the now full tub. He then set to the task of softly scrubbing the dirt from Draco's skin using a very fragrant soap that he liked. The emaciated blonde just sat there, staring at his hands in the increasingly dirty water, lost in thought. When Harry finished scrubbing the soft blonde hair and rinsing the shampoo from it, he stood the blonde man up and wrapped him in a thick, warm, fluffy towel. He started towelling the blonde dry, being gentle with the large purple bruises on his back. Harry started wondering why his family could possibly do this to their only son, but couldn't think of a reason. When the blonde was dry, Harry went and fetched a pair of soft fleece pajamas and dressed him before leading him back out to the couch. He then proceeded to point out the large sandwich and the tall glass of milk.

Draco looked at him and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Malfoy, now eat the sandwich. You look starved enough as it is," Harry replied, trying to edge his voice but finding he wasn't able to. The blonde nodded and lifted the huge sandwich. His arms strained and it almost seemed as if the sandwich was too heavy for him to hold. He took a small bite and put the sandwich down, chewing slowly and swallowing carefully. He then took a small sip of the glass of milk and sighed, leaning back. Harry looked at him meaningfully, and Draco stared back with a reluctant gaze.

"You're going to finish that sandwich tonight before I let you go to sleep," Harry said, pointing to the towering pile on the plate. Draco groaned quietly and set about to the long, slow process of finishing the huge sandwich.

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About an hour and a half later, the blonde sat back with a content smile and a now normal-looking stomach. Harry yawned and got up to stretch. He walked off to grab a blanket and a pillow for Draco, and by the time he got back the blonde's eyelids were drooping and his breathing was slowing and evening out. He laid the pillow on one end of the couch and eased Draco's body down and covered him with the blanket. Draco fell asleep almost instantly, and Harry smiled. He gently brushed the soft platinum hair away from the sleeping face. A single ray of moonlight came through the window and swept across Draco's face. Harry stood back and took in the view of the sleeping beauty on the couch. /My fallen angel.../ Harry thought to himself. /Well he certainly looks angelic./ Harry laid a gentle kiss on the knuckles of the slumbering blonde's hand and headed toward his own room for a night of restful sleep.

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A/N: So... tell me what you think! I'm thinking it's pretty good so far, I've never written anything that had an actual plot before, so be nice. :) Please review! I'm writing this story during my tech class, since we have so much free time, so this will be updated fairly frequently! Just tell me what you think. -grin-