Harry slumped onto his sofa and summoned his Starbucks coffee for a long sip. Muggles know how to make it just right. The answering machine is beeping and he knows that its probably Hermione inviting him over to meet Hugo. Harry had seen pictures and he looked like the splitting image of Ron except for his curly, nearly frizzy hair. If he kept ignoring her, Hermione would become suspicious and that never ended well.
His mind drifted to the blond man currently in his bathroom. His wand had immediately alerted him to the magic coming out of the gruffy man on the streets. When he approached the man, he pushed himself into the wall further rousing his suspicion. If he had half a mind he would have apparated away or at the very least disillusioned himself to avoid being seen. Now, after a painful kick in the nuts later he was cleaning himself off in Harry's house.
The moon was out that night and he stiffened before taking another sip. 'Not right now,' he thought. 'maybe later.' When he heard the shower flow drip closed and the door creak, he vanished the coffee.
"So…." Harry looked at the man expectantly. He looked equal parts detached and thoughtful. He cleaned up pretty well. His hair and skin were visibly less grimy and Harry's clothes looked good on his slight figure. He cleared his throat -and his dirty mind- "My name is Harry. And yours?"
The man blinked once. This was not going anywhere. "Okay, listen up. Either you cooperate with me or I hand you over to the Ministry and let them take care of you."
"Like the Ministry will give a damn. Try me, Harry." The man scoffed and Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. Goddamn! Why did this man have to proposition him like that? A part of his mind was thinking about the last time he got any sort of action.
"Fine, then. Give me back my clothes and you can leave. Or. You could tell me your name at the very least and I could see what I can do for you."
The man looked like he sobered up again as his eyes drifted to the kitchenette before a sly grin came over his face. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Leonardo White, at your service," he announced as he bowed dramatically before flicking straight up with a pleasant expression obviously plastered on. Harry couldn't help but snicker internally at the stupid gesture.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr White"
"Call me Leo. I was named after the constellation, after all" Wasn't Leo a zodiac sign?
"What a coincidence, I'm a Leo" Harry grinned. This man was pretty nice without the iciness. Except there was something about this man he couldn't quite place. Nonetheless, he seemed to be on the verge on starvation. "Let's eat then, shall we?"
The meal was less awkward than expected, considering he was a homeless man he took home. He ate in small bites and never talked with food left in his mouth. Unlike Harry who was trying to get something out of this man, other than his preferred Quidditch team and his love of apples. He also had a rather powerful magical item in his possession if Harry's senses were anything to go by. Tying that in with the impeccable table manners, this man was certainly and enigma. One that Auror Potter was keen on uncovering.
"So, Harry, do you have a dog? Or some other sort of furry creature?" Leo asks conversationally, wiping his plate clean after a second helping of food.
"No, why would you ask?" Harry replies, laughing nervously.
"Oh, it's nothing. There were an awful lot of hair products in the shower and not all of them for wizard use." He raised his eyebrow
Shit. "Ah, well, I used to have a dog with my ex-girlfriend but she took him when we moved." Harry hoped the lie was believable. It had better be, because that was hours of Auror training he would have wasted if not.
"Oh, alright." He looked convinced and Harry supressed a sigh. "What do you want from me?"
They just keep coming, huh? "Um well, legally, I'm not supposed to let you go without taking you to the office but you looked harmless enough so I brought you here."
"You call being kicked in the nuts harmless? What kind of shit do they put you through in the Auror department for that to be normal?" Harry laughed and Leo even smiled, "Sorry about that by the way"
"No worries. All in a day's work" and suddenly Harry's nerves were on edge. Something was-
A pillow hit him in the face and he barely heard a "Thanks for the meal called out" before the door slammed shut and Leo went off. So much for Auror reflexes.
Harry activated his home's security wards and heard a thump. Harry knew the shields would work. He went to the entrance of his apartment complex and Leo was knocked unconscious holding a scarf Hermione gave him for Christmas with a few scraps of bread and fruit in it. When did he manage to do this?
Harry Levitated him back to his apartment gaining a few confused looks from his neighbours, he wondered what they thought he was doing moving an unconscious man from the ground to his home. They probably thought he was some psychopath. He didn't care though, they were all gossips but with the glamour on his face, there was no way anyone would recognise him.
Harry took Leo to the spare room and laid him down on the bed. He cast a binding charm to keep him in bed for the night.
Harry went back to his own bed, resisting the urge to go to the park, and cast his usual silencing spells. He had enough on his mind with the Lovegood murder anyway, why did he decide to help this man?
Because he was hot and you have a hero complex his traitorous mind supplied. This would not help him get through the night.
A/n: I took waay too long to update lol. Sorry about that. I'm still developing the story but i have a vague idea of what i'm going to do with this. Still on the fence about the Drarry bit tho.. Hope you enjoyed. Reviws are love ;)