This idea came to me randomly at work. I have an entire line up of plot that I could continue this with if this first chapter is received well. I know it's been done a million times, but I don't care. This is my take on an apocalyptic Romeo and Juliet story featuring Draco and Harry. It's an AU where the Potters were spared, meaning Harry never wounded Voldemort as a baby. This story follows the world after it has been torn apart by the Great Wizarding War. Please do let me know what you think in the form of a review as that's the best way for me to know if anyone actually wants to see this finished and posted. It will contain a certain level of smut depending on what I end up comfortable writing. This is a Drarry pairing fic with explicit language and war themes.

Description: Lily and James Potter were warned on the night of October 31, 1981 and were able to escape death by Voldemort's hand. Unfortunately, this means that Harry did not defeat the Dark Lord that night. The world collapses as Voldemort is able to enact his master plan. Harry grows up in a desolate world of war, but just might meet someone that can help him fulfill the prophecy and defeat the Dark Lord. My lose take on an apocalyptic Romeo and Juliet type fic. H/D HP/DM Drarry. Apocalypse AU. May contain smut.

Chapter 1: A War-Torn Wasteland

October 31, 1981

Sirius Black was starting to run out of breath. The cold October evening air was sharp in his lungs as he ran, but he had to ignore it. The nearest apparition point was so close, and he had no time to rest. He barely had any time to process what he had just heard. They were supposed to be friends. They were a team. All these years thrown away by a worthless weasel. Sweat was pooling at his hairline, making the wind feel even colder on his face.

One more corner and he could apparate. He was surely running out of time. Finally, he made it, and spelled himself away in a split second. The house was only a couple blocks away now. He continued to run until he reached the front step of Godric's Hollow cottage. He rapped on the wood as hard as he could in his panic.

"JAMES! LILY!" He screamed as he banged on the door. After a moment, James Potter opened the door, looking confused. Before the tired man could ask any questions, Sirius pushed past his best friend and yanked him backwards, slamming the door behind them. "Where's Lily? Where's Harry?"

"Padfoot, it's late. They're sleeping. What's going on?"

"We need to go get them right now. You all need to come with me now!"

"You've got to tell me what's happening. Are you okay?"

"Prongs, please. I'm fine but you're all in danger. I'll explain as soon as I can, but we haven't got time right now."

In that moment, Lily Potter spoke from the top of the stairs. "Sirius. Are you okay?"

James could see the sincerity in his friend's eyes and finally realized he wasn't pulling a prank. "Lily, go get Harry. We need to leave." Unlike James, Lily knew better than to question a serious moment like this. She ran into the adjacent nursery where her son slept soundly, despite all the yelling. She wrapped the one-year-old in the nearest blanket and held him tight. James and Sirius came up the stairs as well, collecting everyone's wands and shrinking what they could to load into their pockets.

Seconds later, the front door was blown open, crashing it against the opposing wall. Harry finally stirred at the loud sound and started to whimper. Without waiting around to find the source of the attack, the men wrapped their arms around Lily. Sirius pulled a trinket out of his pocket and offered it to the adults.

"Hang on tight." He said as quietly as he could. The trio of friends grabbed ahold of the portkey and were yanked away from the dangers at Godric's Hollow.

That night, the Potters' lives were spared, thanks to the help of Sirius Black. However, Voldemort went on to successfully murder Albus Dumbledore. The loss of the Hogwarts Headmaster proved to be a terrifying message to all that opposed the Dark Lord. With one of his most powerful opponents gone, Voldemort could continue with his plans to take over the wizarding world and beyond. Death Eaters quickly began to slaughter anyone who was not a pureblood wizard. Any purebloods that did not swear their allegiance were forced to take on the Dark Mark and serve the Dark Lord. The families closest to Voldemort were held to the highest standard and continued to live lavish lives, leaving the rest of the world to scavenge amongst the wasteland that was left behind.

Thankfully though, there was hope for the Resistance. Albus Dumbledore was always an incredibly intelligent and talented wizard. Before his death, he had long anticipated the arrival of Tom Riddle. He knew that there was a plan to take his life, but this did not deter him. Instead, the Headmaster formed a plan of his own. While working with the most capable members of the Order of the Phoenix, he concocted a series of spells that would protect as many people as possible in the event of a loss. Upon his death, a powerful and impenetrable ward would surround the grounds of Hogwarts castle. This ward would not only act as a barrier against those with evil intentions, but it would hide the castle from any prying eyes. Physically, it would be magically relocated to the middle of a dense enchanted forest. This forest would be cursed to mentally torture anyone who attempted to find the castle. Intruders would go mad trying to find their way through the trees. The only way to enter or leave the grounds would be a single apparition point. However, this apparition point would be locked to all those who were not magically marked. The mark could only be received if they held no ill will towards the people of Hogwarts Castle. If anyone were to take the mark and betray the side of the Light, they would simply perish.

With this plan in place, Albus felt comfortable with his eminent death. He knew he had done what he could to protect his people and that he could not defeat his former student. The Order and the Resistance fought valiantly in the following battles, but with far too many losses. Dumbledore had in the past, of course, instructed the Order to back down if necessary to avoid unnecessary casualties. The Headmaster was aware of the prophecy and knew that their fights would ultimately be fruitless. The final death of Tom Riddle would not come until young Harry Potter came of age. The prophecy was clear. The Light would not win until Harry was ready. Regardless of what happens leading up to the final battle, he is destined to win the Wizarding War.

Spring 1998

The first rain of the season was starting to fall over Hogwarts Castle. The last of the winter snow had almost melted. The raindrops hitting the large windows brough Harry Potter out of his slumber. He stretched his body with a long moan and threw off his blanket. He looked over at the window and groaned. He hated it when it rained. It made his runs that much harder. He stood and fluffed out his bedhead hair before begrudgingly getting dressed for the day. When he was done, he went over to the rest of the beds in the room. Harry, Ron, Nevil, Seamus, and Dean all shared a room together since there wasn't enough space for everyone to have their own room. He went around the dorm room tapping on each pair of feet. Each time he was met with a disapproving groan from a sleepy teenager.

"Boys! Are you up?" Lily Potter called from outside the door.

"Yeah Mum. We're coming." He called back. "C'mon boys, breakfast is on." Of course, that gets Ron to shoot up in his bed.

"Food?" His best friend asks excitedly.

"Yeah mate, hurry up."

Chances are, Mrs. Weasley cooked for everyone again, so he had to make sure he got downstairs first before Ron did. There would be nothing left if the redhead got a head start. Exiting his bedroom, he was met with the usual large crowd of people he sees every morning.

"Good morning." He tries to offer to the loud group, but his words are lost amongst various overlapping conversations. Even so, Mrs. Weasley takes the time to notice him and give him a smile. He takes his seat at the makeshift dining table that sat in the Gryffindor common room. Once the war began, most of the rooms in the castle needed to be converted into living quarters. The adults used to tell stories from when they were students and how beautiful the school used to be. Now, it houses anyone that proves their allegiance to the Resistance, which has proven to be an incredible number of people over the years. The rest of the boys from upstairs eventually joined the table and everyone filled their bellies with Mrs. Weasley's cooking.

Once everyone seemed to have their fill, James stood and moved to the head of the table. It was time for everyone's daily assignments. "Good morning, everyone. I hope everyone got some rest because we have a lot to do today. To get straight to it. Harry, I want you on ingredient collection today, but I don't think I can spare a man to go with you this time. You good doing a quick run by yourself?"

Harry shrugged indifferently. "Sure, it'd probably be faster. These blokes usually can't keep up with me anyway." He laughs when Ron half-heartedly throws a half-eaten bun at his head.

"Good. There's nothing specific we need right now, so anything you think is valuable will do." Harry nodded his understanding and James went on to explain tasks for everyone else. As he spoke, Hermione came over to sit next to him.

"How's it going? You seem quiet this morning." She said with that slight worried tone she always has when it comes to him and Ron.

"I'm good, I just hate this rain. It always ends up being a problem."

"So, are you sure you can go alone? I'm sure someone would trade places if you asked."

"Nah, I'll just get it over with quickly. What are you up to today?"

Hermione sighed. "Not sure yet but I think I'll go try and help Mrs. Sprout. She was telling me that she needed help prepping spring soil. We have to be sure we'll have the next round of crops planted if we're going to have enough materials to keep up with first aid needs."

Harry shook his head. Every day, more and more teams were coming back from expedition seriously injured. It sucked that the Order decided that Muggleborns should stay within the castle wards for their own protection. They all understood but it was a very restrictive lifestyle. They were only allowed to serve assistive roles within the castle, which was always helpful, but could get boring. Then again, the alternative was an immediate and gruesome murder at the hands of a Death Eater. Even with the Pureblood Resistance members, they were only taken for capture. There would always be a chance to save them. There have been a few successful rescues in the past. All expedition teams understood that if they were to be captured, they'd hang on until the very last minute, never giving up on the idea of being saved.

"I hope I can find something for you guys while I'm out. Speaking of, I want to go ahead and go. Maybe I could be home early." Hermione nods and hugs her friend goodbye. Harry tells his mother where he's headed and starts to leave the castle. He chose to wear heavier boots today because of the rain and could only hope he wouldn't regret that choice. The rest of his clothes were all black to help with stealth, including a wrap and hood that could cover most of his face. He taps his hip to confirm that his wand was tucked neatly into its holster. With that, he was off.

It took almost an hour to make it to the town his father told him about. There were rumors that there was an old apothecary that had been buried in rubble. If it was buried enough, it's possible that it hadn't been looted by anyone. To get there, he needed to sporadically apparate between random points, making sure to take a purposefully convoluted path to throw off any trace of his magical signature, just like he was trained to do. In addition to that, the Resistance had a relatively foolproof system of rotating wands. While changing wands every day meant that the magic wasn't as strong, it did further ensure that no one could easily be followed back to headquarters. Beyond that, teams were told to only use magic outside the wards if it was absolutely necessary to the mission or your safety.

Harry began following alleyways, ducking into every dark corner and alcove that he could. The town seemed abandoned, but he knew better than to assume. There was a clearing that had obviously once been a shopping plaza before the war. Buildings were barely standing, foundations were burnt to a crisp, and rubble was scattered everywhere. The stench of death lingered in the air, but that was a common thing on these missions. Harry started scanning and carefully sifting through rubble to find any sign of an apothecary. Finally, he found what he was looking for. On the ground were fragments of potion vials and what looked to be about a third of a rusted cauldron amongst one pile of wreckage. With some digging, he realized the door was blocked by a huge boulder, but there was a window that could be broken if he hit it hard enough. After looking around as best he could for any trace of an enemy, he made the decision to grab the nearest rock and chip away at the glass. He managed to create a hole that was plenty big enough for him to get through carefully. Inside, it was dark and musty. The shelves were coated with ash and dust.

Well, better get to work then. He thought to himself before starting to sift through the remains.

Most of what was once the store's stock was ruined by fire, rain, or just time. Plants and creature parts had rotted away, various liquids were spilled or hardened, and any glassware was shattered. Thankfully, there were some tools that could be recovered with some TLC, so he placed them into his cross-body bag. After some more searching, he noticed a pot beneath a small hole in the ceiling. The ceiling had rotted over time and the last of the day's rain was just barely leaking through, dripping down onto the soil sitting in the pot. It was somehow perfectly moistened by the rain and the dirt was full of some sort of root. Harry dug through them, trying to identify the plant. Along with the roots, there were two bulbs that actually might have a chance of still growing something.

Chinese Chomping Cabbage! This is perfect! Hermione will be thrilled!

Unfortunately, the excitement was soon taken over by an unknown voice.

"I'm telling you man; I heard some glass breaking."

"And I'm telling you that you're hearing things again. You've always got me going on random chases for no reason."

"Oh, shut up and listen."

Harry held his breath. Because of the way he got in here, he was trapped. There was only one way in or out. He needed to make sure those thugs didn't come near the window. What kind of distraction could he use? Looking around, he saw a smashed box of some kind of balls. They were powder fungi, but they were clearly well beyond their lifespan. In a normal state, these mushrooms created colored smoke for aesthetic purposes, but when they were this old, the smoke was unstable and could be poisonous. If he was lucky enough. After reminding himself that this was a matter of life or death, he gathered the mushrooms and set himself up against the window.

"Can we please just go? It was probably some dumb animal trying not to get wet. You know? Because most things want to get out of the rain? Not walk around like crazy people?"

"Shut up Greene. I'm listening."

The two men were clearly Death Eaters based on their clothing, and their backs were currently turned away from Harry's window. He took this opportunity to hurl the mushroom as hard as he could to the other side of the plaza. It hit the roof of another building with a soft pop of blue smoke.

"What the fuck? I told you, idiot! Let's go!"

Harry watched the two of them run towards the smoke, but he waited a moment before climbing through the window to escape. He started to run back the way he came, ducking into the alleyways he used before. He heard voices in the distance behind him. They must've seen him at the last moment and started towards him, but that gave him a head start. Spending your entire life in a war does wonders for the body. Harry was incredibly fit and much younger than the two thugs. He cut short corners slid in between small spaces to remain out of sight. He knew he couldn't apparate out though, as they would follow him. He needed to wait them out instead. Down one alley was a building of run-down residential flats and along the wall was a relatively intact fire escape ladder. He began to climb as quickly as he could, knowing they couldn't be too far behind. Sure enough, the men came around the corner, screaming at him and flailing their wands wildly. Loose spells hit the walls to either side of Harry as he climbed. These guys were clearly not good at their jobs. He finally made it to the top and sat back against the wall to breathe. The larger of the two men took hold of the ladder and started up. Harry thought quickly and gave the rusting iron rods a swift kick. The structure wobbled violently but it needed more. He continued to kick while the man screamed at him. Bits of the brick were falling into his eyes from the explosions of the spells flying left and right. Finally, the ladder crumbled along with the weight of the Death Eater. The large man hit the ground with a resounded thud and clutched his back in pain.

"Goddamn it! Go after him!"

His partner went around to the front of the building, presumably to find a way in. Harry went inside the nearest window to find a place to hide. You'd think wizards would have a way to hide themselves in cases like this. The flats inside were dusty and abandoned, but still stable. He began running through the halls looking for a window that could get him to the next building over. That way, those idiots could search this building up and down but never find him. Unfortunately, he seemed to be on a floor that was taller than the adjacent buildings and the windows were useless. He kept running down the hall searching.

Suddenly, there was a hand on the back of his hood. A disembodied arm came around the front of his body and pulled him backwards with great force. The first hand came around and covered his mouth. Harry immediately grabbed the arms and started fighting back, trying to pull them off with no luck. He thought for sure this was it. But then, there was a new voice.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll shut up." The unknown man said. Harry was dragged into a room and then into what looked like a closet. The man dropped him in the closet and stood back to shut the door. For a short moment, Harry thought this could've been a fellow member of the Resistance, but he was proven wrong when his kidnapper lifted a finger to his lips in a shush. There, on his forearm, was the inky black snake and skull mark. Within the same second, Harry's hope left his body, and the door was shut in front of him. Before Harry could decide what to do, the thugs entered the room.

"Oi, did you see that kid? I'll kill him for ruining my back!"

Then the new man spoke. "you're telling me you idiots lost him? Of course, you did."

"Oh, piss off we're going to find him. It would be nice to have some help, you know."

"I believe I've done my fair share of work today. You two on the other hand seem to have been taken down by a child." Harry glared at that comment but remained hidden. "I'll be heading home thank you very much. I suggest you find that rat."

Harry waits for a moment listening carefully. The older men storm off with grumbled complaints and there is a long stint of silence. Eventually, the doorknob is grabbed from the outside. Harry takes hold of his wand and prepares to fight. If anything was a life-or-death situation, it's this.

The door opens slowly. Harry throws his body towards his captor, but narrowly misses. Harry was clearly bigger than this guy, but that meant that he was slower. At the same time the two of them raise their wands to cast a spell, but the Death Eater was that much faster. He quickly cast an Immobulus hex, causing his opponent to crash to the ground with a thud.

The new man pulls down his hood, revealing a head of white blond hair. He looks down and laughs at Harry's frozen frame. "Come now, I save you and that's how you repay me? Want me to call them back, hmm?" He asks with a pompous attitude. Harry can only glare up at him in response. "Alright then. I'll unfreeze you if you promise to behave."

Harry glares again and waits. The blond watches him with a wary eye as he casts the counter hex, allowing Harry to stand again. He immediately takes a protective stance again, brandishing his wand firmly.

"So, are we going to behave?" He asks again, this time with a smug grin on his face.

"Why the hell should I? So, you can kill me slowly?"

"You aren't very bright, are you? Don't you think I would've done that already?"

"I've seen what kind of twisted things you people do for fun. This could be a kink of yours for all I know."

The blond laughs loudly at that. "Ha! We've only just met, and you already want to talk about what gets me off? How fun! Calm yourself darling, unwilling participants aren't my thing. But before we get to that, do you have a name?"

Harry remains silent. He knows better than to give away the slightest bit of information, even if it's just a name.

"Well then that's just rude. I suppose I'll just call you Emerald then." Harry must've pulled a confused face because the Death Eater answered his unspoken question. "Why because of those eyes you've got. Why else? Could we really not drop our wands? I believe it's been long enough, and my arm does get tired." He offers dramatically.

"Not unless you drop yours." Harry states firmly.

"Together then?"

Both of them are overall unsure of the idea, but it's clear to each of them that their opponent would prefer to not fight. In sync, the two of them bend down to lay their wands on the floor, maintaining eye contact and raising their arms in defense once they stood again. An uneasy silence fills the room and Harry decides to break it.

"Why bother saving me? You could've just let them have me even though you're clearly with those thugs."

"Well to be quite honest, you've got the nicest arse I've ever seen. Would've been sad to see it go to waste."

This throws Harry backwards. "Huh?" He says less than elegantly.

"Oh, he blushes too. How lovely."

"Shut it with your quips. I'll pick my wand up again. What do you want from me?"

"So quick to the punch, aren't you? Don't you want to talk a bit first?"

"Not exactly the first thing I think of when I'm in front of an enemy."

"And how do you know we're enemies, hm? Once again, we've only just met. You know nothing about me."

"I know you work for that bastard that started this war. I know you live a lavish life while the rest of the world scavenges for their meals. I know you think people are valued based on the content of wizarding blood in their veins. And I know you're a killer."

"Watch your words now. You don't know as much as you think."

"Oh, do I?"

"You don't." Most of the words coming from the blond man had been said with a mocking attitude, but this came out harsh and serious. His fists were clenched in obvious anger. Not that Harry cared about a Death Eater's feelings, but this was odd. "You think just because I was born into the winning side of the war, you know everything about me? Think for a moment. How old do you think I am, hm?"

For the first time, Harry takes a moment to take in the frame of the man. Upon closer inspection, beyond the sharply sculpted face, this man could barely be older than himself. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed until now.

"I imagine you were a mere infant when this all started, no? And did you choose what side you wanted to be on in that moment?" With no response from Harry, he continued. "I thought not. Just like you, my entire life has been made up of this war. It's no more my fault than yours that we are living this life. So, I'll have you know that I have never once in my existence taken another person's life."

Harry couldn't help but drop his mouth open in shock. "How is that possible? Your side has slaughtered countless of our people? There's no way you've never been a part of that."

"I could say the same to you, darling. Plenty of Death Eaters have fallen over the years. Who's to say you've never taken someone down?"

"I haven't! How dare you!"

"How dare I? Quite the hypocrite, aren't we?"

The two of them were standing in silence again, with a newfound mild respect for each other. Harry was the one to break the silence once again.

"You still haven't answered my question. What do you want? I don't suppose you plan to let me go."

"Well, that depends, where would you go if I happen to turn my back?"

"Like I'd tell you."

"I suppose that's understandable. I imagine you have a troupe of your little friends camped out somewhere. Don't worry I've no interest in hunting down the smaller groups."

"Then why are you still keeping me here?" Harry now had to worry about being followed home. No way he could leave without doing something about this guy.

"Still so cautious. What would you say if I were to tell you I had a proposal for you?"

"I'd tell you that I've no interest in marriage."

"Ha! You've got quite the mouth on you, Emerald. I bet it can do so much more than spit fire like that."

Harry once again was left with blood rushing to his cheeks. What was this dude's deal?

The blond man moves for the first time since they set down their wands. With a few purposeful strides towards Harry, causing the brunet to back away from him and into the wall behind him. Harry was arguably shorter than his opponent, making it that much more intimidating as their eyes remained locked. He was now locked between brick wall behind him and the taller man before him.

"Tell me my dear Emerald, which way do you swing?"

Harry couldn't help but audibly swallow the knot that had developed in his throat. A nervous "Excuse me?" was all he could muster.

"You're excused if you answer the question." The Death Eater took one more step to remove the last of the gap between their bodies. He took the chance to lean down and breathe in the musty scent of the other man. A slender hand comes up to firmly trace Harry's chest, eliciting a hitched breath from his prey. "Well, that would answer my question, but you reek of nervousness. You're acting as if no one has ever touched you like this before."

Harry dropped his gaze so he wouldn't have to witness the blond's reaction. He would no doubt have the time of his life making fun of him.

As expected, the blond widened his eyes excitedly. "No way in hell. A pretty boy with an arse like that? A virgin?"

"Personally, I wouldn't call a lifetime of war and genocide the most ideal conditions to get my rocks off. If that's what does it for you, that's your own sick twisted problem, not mine."

With a surprisingly gentle movement, the taller man brought his unoccupied hand up to grasp the tip of Harry's chin, pulling up to hold his gaze again. "There's that mouth again. I'd be lying if I didn't like it, but I've already told you I like willing participants."

Finding his fire again, Harry slaps the unwanted hand away out of spite. "What makes you think I want anything from you?"

"To start, if you've never done it before, how could you know whether or not you'll like it. In addition, I did say I had a proposal for you, didn't I?"

Finally, the dots are starting to connect. Harry's stomach drops to his toes as he realizes what is happening. "What are you on you psycho?"

"I'll put it this way. You people come out here for a reason, yes? You can only last so long on your own resources. Not to mention, the towns must be wiped pretty clean of anything valuable by now. I'm sure there are plenty of things you need for your little friends." He pauses to brush some hair out of Harry's eyes. "I'll also say this. My father isn't the most supportive type. Let's just say he wouldn't take too kindly to find out that I stopped snogging women a long time ago. So, I'll cut you a deal. Is this flat close enough to your little camp?" Harry only glares. "Right, secrets and all that. I simply want to know if it is relatively convenient for you to get to." After a moment of thinking, Harry nods. "Good boy. Here's the deal. Meet me here every other afternoon. I will provide you with supplies such as food, medical equipment, and tools. In exchange, you will provide…'entertainment' for me. How do you feel about that?"

The idea is absolutely ridiculous. Harry must have made his feelings clear on his face because the blond made a pouting face in mock hurt. He didn't care though. All of these quips and lewd comments were getting out of hand.

"Come now, you can't possibly find me unattractive." Was he really this full of himself? Then again, Hogwarts really was always in need of supplies. If he was telling the truth, it would be amazing for his people. But does he really want to whore himself out for a filthy Death Eater? Was he willing to stoop that low? "You seem like to you use some convincing."

The pompous twit runs his hands over Harry again, slower this time, pushing him back firmly. A hand goes up to the side of his neck and grips tightly. They lock eyes and all the blood in his body pools in the same place in his jeans. Their faces are inches apart and Harry is desperately trying to keep his breathing even. The blond looks down to the lips of the shorter man and back up to those green eyes. He raises his eyebrows in an unspoken question. It took a moment for Harry to realize what was happening, but it shocked him. This man had every power right now to do as he liked, and yet, he's still taking the time to ask permission. Without realizing at first, completely entranced by the other man's eyes, Harry shakily nodded his agreement.

Within a second, two pairs of lips locked with heated intent. Hands continued to wander with calculated coordination. Harry couldn't do much more than grip the man's biceps in an unsuccessful attempt to stay grounded while his tongue was being attacked. Harry had kissed a girl before on a dare, but it was nothing like this. This was careful and collected, but so skilled and powerful at the same time. Hands wrapped around to grab his arse with the purpose of pressing their bodies together. Reality was starting to go blurry in a confused bliss. Just before Harry started to run out of breath, the man pulled away with that annoying smile. The pure fact that that had just happened was embarrassing enough, but to add insult to injury, the blond looked unphased. He had a smug grin on his face as he brushed his robes flat again and settled back to see his handiwork. Harry's breaths were shallow and uneven, his hair was pointed in all directions, and his pants had been undone at some point. After a moment, Harry realized his state and nervously put himself back together. The blond had the audacity to chuckle and raise a brow in amusement.

"Shut up. What are laughing at you twat?" Harry demanded with a newfound anger at the whole situation.

"Oh, nothing at all. Simply admiring the view. So, have I convinced you? Do we have a deal?"

Harry takes a moment to turn away to straighten out his hair and think. He'd be lying if he said that was a terrible experience. And on top of that, he could get materials for his community. But this guy might not be trustworthy. He hadn't even bothered to share a name. "How do I know you'll keep up your end?"

The blond looked surprised that his enemy had bothered to ask an important question like that. He ponders for a moment and comes up with an idea. He reaches into his inner robe pocket for a shrunken object. He holds it up to show it off and holds his other hand up in defense. He slowly bends down to reach for his previously discarded wand. Harry watches carefully but allows him to do it while doing the same with his own wand. With his wand, the Death Eater could unshrink the object. It grows in size to a small chest that he opens to reveal the contents. Inside is a complex collection of herbs, vials, plants, creature components and some things that Harry couldn't even recognize. This was a potion master's toolkit.

"This is one of my kits I keep for trips. It is fully stocked with more potion ingredients than you've probably seen in your lifetime." After closing it up and shrinking it back down, the man holds it out to Harry. "Take it. Call it a parting gift."

"You're kidding. It's got a bomb or something in it doesn't it?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake just take it. You can inspect it yourself if you insist."

Harry cuts his eyes at the now palm sized chest of highly valuable ingredients and then back up at the blond. There's something about this guy. If nothing else, maybe there could be some information to gather in all this. For now, he could trust him, but only enough to accept the offering.

"Will that suffice for your anxious mind, darling?"

"And you'll keep bringing stuff like this? And all I have to do is stuff like…that?" He gestures over to the spot they had been standing earlier.

That damn grin was there again, along with a laugh. "I knew you'd like it. But yes, as you so elegantly put it, that's the deal. Stuff for stuff." He chuckles to himself with that comment.

"Ok fine. But if there's any funny business, I'll slit your throat."

"Hm. As if you're capable of that. But very well, and I suppose you know that I extend the same threat to you."

"As if you're capable of that." Harry snaps back sassily.

"Well then, we can go on about our own ways. And I shall see you at this very spot in two days' time?"

"I guess you'll see."

"Fair enough. Scared, Freedom Fighter?"

"You wish, Death Eater."

Harry thought it was finally over, but the taller man steps forward once more. He swiftly tucks a long finger into the front hem of Harry's jeans and pulls hard, bringing them chest to chest. This time, Harry is bold and refuses to step backwards, even when the other man practically speaks his next words into his lips. "I'll be looking forward to it."

Harry swallows for what must be the thousandth time in the past hour. He did have another question before they parted ways. "You know, you called me rude earlier for doing the same, but you never gave me a name."

The tall man laughed softly at the sudden bout of confidence. That was almost more attractive than the whimpering virgin the brunet was earlier. "Well, how about this. You'll get my name when I get yours. Deal?"

"I suppose that's fair. But I'll have to call you something." Harry's eyes drop in thought when he notices something for the first time. Pinned to the breast of the other man's robes is a shining silver pin. It depicts a crest featuring a great dragon, perched for an attack. "Dragon." Harry offers as an idea.

The corner of the blond's mouth turns up in amusement. "I could get used to that." With that last word, Dragon leans down to plant a firm, meaningful kiss onto Harry, holding onto the shorter man's waist as if his life depended on it. He pulls away with a certain grace, practically gliding towards the window before turning to wave goodbye without another word. Harry watches as his enemy, or something, apparates away without a trace.