Author: Sanrodri PM
Draco Malfoy has always wished he had died in that bathroom years ago. Harry Potter has never forgiven himself for almost killing Draco. Will they be able to find each other as adults or will they remain hidden in the shadows of their past?Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Harry P. & Draco M. - Chapters: 15 - Words: 29,392 - Reviews: 79 - Favs: 49 - Follows: 111 - Updated: 02-24-13 - Published: 07-09-12 - id: 8304646
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Tan hands trailed up Draco's chest, pushing him backward. Draco resisted at first, startled, but found himself relaxing against the hard stone wall he had been pressed against. The hands roamed Draco's body, slipping down and under the shirt of his Healer's uniform, tugging it up so they could explore the pale skin. His breath hitched as lips found his neck, and he gasped slightly at the feel of a tongue caressing the sensitive skin there. The hands were moving again, and traveled back up to Draco's chest to unbutton his now wrinkled shirt. Draco moaned slightly, his hands finding their way to the messy black hair of a familiar head as it sank further down his chest. His heart raced as fingers worked at his pants. Draco rested his head against the stone wall, pulling at the familiar man's hair as he felt the fabric of his pants fall down past his knees with his trousers. Soft lips found the tip of his partially hard shaft. The sun-kissed hands massaged his length and his whole body shivered in anticipation as a tongue circled the tip of his head..
"…I-" He gasped, moaning softly as the man below him took his whole length into his mouth. Draco moaned, heat pulsing through his body as he tightened his grip on the black hair and guided his partner along. He moaned, a rising heat pulsating through his body. The man's pace quickened, one hand roaming the inside of Draco's thigh while the other was placed on the base of his member, chasing after his quick moving lips as they slipped up and down the length of Draco's shaft. Draco moaned loudly, biting his lip with a gasp; he felt himself getting closer and closer to sweet release. At that moment he looked down, wanting to lock eyes with the stranger as he came, only to find Harry Potter staring up at him as he sucked Draco's co-
"AAAGHGH!" Draco sat up in bed, sweating and painfully hard.
No. No, no, no.
"NO, NO, NOOO!"
Draco threw on a robe and rushed through the door, down the hall, and into the nearest bathroom. He refused to wank to the thought of Potter (Potter would enjoy that, wouldn't he?) so a cold shower would have to do. He pushed the bathroom door open and stormed in.
Harry stood in front of the bathroom sink, a toothbrush in his mouth.
Draco snarled and pushed the brunette, practically jumping into the shower. He banged the shower door shut and turned on the water to the coldest setting.
Fucking hell. His father must be rolling over in his grave. Being gay was one thing but to be having these dreams… Again… After all these years…
Potter flung the door open, his eyes wide.
"What's wrong? Were you attacked?"
Draco stood under the freezing water, his robe clinging to his body, and his penis very obviously erect.
Well, if this wasn't the start of a bad porno, Draco didn't know what was. He groaned in embarrassment.
He looked at the Auror, for once in his life at loss for words. All he could do was stand there as Harry Potter was sprinkled with the icy water and watch as those green eyes lowered down his body, widened, and then shut tight.
"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't! I wasn't!" Potter stumbled backward, both hands planted firmly over his eyes.
Draco slammed the shower door but not before noticing how very shirtless Harry Potter was.
Oh fuck it.
He waited the few seconds it took the other man to hurry out the bathroom and then, throwing caution to the wind, brought himself to climax with nothing but his hand and the image of a shirtless Harry Potter, sucking him dry.
Harry stood outside the bathroom door trying to make sense of what just happened.
Malfoy was taking a cold shower. He was… He saw…
Harry heard a moan through the door which wakened him from his thoughts.
Right. Time to leave.
He walked back to his room and shut the door tightly behind him, locking it for good measure. That was twice now that Malfoy had barged into a room with him shirtless, and he was not going to relive that experience a third time. Harry threw on a simple pair of jeans and a black shirt and then sat on his bed, waiting for when he thought it would be safe to walk pass the bathroom and down the stairs.
After about five minutes a muffled voice came through the door,
"I'm finished with my shower, Potter. If you would like to barge in on me on the toilet later, please warn me first."
Harry growled and stomped to the door. Throwing it open, he yelled, "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BARGED IN ON ME, MALFOY! YOU CAN'T JUST RUN PAST AN AUROR IN APPARENT PANIC AND THEN NOT EXPECT HIM TO INVESTIGATE! I THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN ATTACKED!"
" Well, you shouldn't have been using my personal bathroom, Potter. The guest bath is at the end of the hall to your right. Or did last night's incident not teach you the difference between left and right?"
"Right. Well next time, how 'bout you wank in your room instead of taking a cold shower?"
"I would if I weren't worried that famous Aurors could wander in at any moment, looking for cheap thrills." Malfoy gave his signature smirk and stepped into his room, closing the door behind him.
Harry groaned and closed his own door.
He couldn't keep doing this. Between the anger, the guilty memories, and the recent confusing feelings, he wouldn't last a week in this place. From now on, he had to control his temper, and when alone, keep his thoughts on Quidditch players (not obnoxious blondes) because there were only two other things he could do to make his life easier and both were out of the question.
He was not going to let Draco Malfoy die, and he surely wasn't going to fuck him.
"No. I already told you that I don't want you as my Auror, Potter. I prefer Weasley." Draco had been trying to lose Potter all day while attempting to maintain his cool, but he was beginning to lose patience. The only thing that had kept Draco from resorting to his school-day tactics was Potter's attitude. The man had been nothing but business since their morning incident, and Draco was determined to not be the first to slip. "Please, leave me alone to work. I can't do my job with you constantly looking over my shoulder." Draco grabbed a patient file and went into the closest room, sighing as Potter followed.
It ended up being a slow day. Draco simply checked up on his usual patients, administered medication, and then left, unharmed, without any attacks.
"I told you that I would be perfectly fine at work."
The Auror nodded stiffly, firmly grabbed Draco's arm, and apparated them both back to the Manor.
Draco pulled his arm back as though burned. "Honestly! Insisting on following me around at work is one thing, Potter, but manhandling me is something else entirely! I will not be disrespected simply because you seem to have a hero-God complex."
Potter grunted in response.
How very rude, and how very much like a Gryffindor, to respond in nothing but a primitive grunt, as if Draco were a gorilla. Honestly...
Draco followed the brute known as Harry Potter into the kitchen, where he found his mother with her own Auror.
"Very good. Now, when served soup, you must remember to always scoop away from yourself like this." Weasley looked absolutely miserable. Draco knew how he felt, having dealt with his mother all his life, and decided that perhaps it was time to end the man's torment.
"Mother. We are home."
"Draco!" Narcissa rose from her chair to kiss her son on the cheek. "How was work, darling?" She looked him up and down, approving of his appearance. His uniform was just as white and tidy as it had been that morning.
"It was a slow day. I simply treated my usual patients. Would you like to go for a walk around the garden before dinner?"
Ron looked hopeful that he was at last going to get a well-deserved break.
"Of course, son. Ronald, come. We are going to teach you the proper way to care for roses."
Draco gave the redhead an apologetic smile.
"Harry, your ex-wife called earlier on the floo. She and your children wish to speak with you. Don't worry. Ronald already spoke to his family. Enjoy yourself before dinner, but be in the dining room by seven." Ron gave Harry a jealous glare before disappearing into the garden with the Malfoys.
That night, Harry lay awake, thinking of his family. He had spoken to Lily, Albus, and James through the floo, but he never liked to be away from them long during the summers. It was difficult enough to not see them for months at a time when they were in school. Maybe, if he convinced Narcissa to let Ginny bring the kids to the Manor…or if he could convince the Malfoys to visit Ginny at her home…
That would put them in harm's way. Of course, there hadn't been an attack yet, so maybe they were wrong about the Malfoys being targets. It was worth investigating.
Harry got out of bed and grabbed a piece of parchment. He would write the Minister a letter and tell him his new theory. Now, how to phrase it is a way that didn't sound as if he were trying to skip work…..
Harry jumped, throwing on his invisibility cloak and dashing into the hall. Everything looked normal….
A loud crash came from Malfoy's room and Harry saw a flash of green light from the crack under his door.
"No!" He blasted down the door and found himself in the middle of a battle scene. Broken furniture and glass lay scattered about the room and Draco Malfoy was crouching behind what used to be his dresser as he sent spell after spell at his attacker.
The intruder dodged Harry's attack and jumped out the window, morphing into a brown owl. Harry ran to the window and shot a few more spells but it was difficult to hit the flying owl and it quickly found refuge in a clump of trees.
If only he hadn't been wearing a mask then maybe Harry could have recognized him in time. How could he have let this happen! Harry kicked a broken nightstand in anger. Draco yelped in response.
"Harry! Are you alright!" Ron was in the room with Narcissa and the four Aurors who were supposed to be patrolling the perimeter of the Manor.
"We are sorry, sir. We tried to stop the man, but he was too strong for us."
Harry stepped up to the Auror that had spoken, his glare burning into the man's eyes.
"Too strong? One man was too strong for four highly trained and skilled Aurors!"
The man winced.
"HE COULD HAVE DIED!" Harry gestured to Malfoy, who sat behind his dresser, cuts and bruises covering his body. "IF I HADN'T ALREADY BEEN AWAKE HE WOULD HAVE DIED!"
"We are sorry, sir, we tried to sto-"
"No. I don't want useless apologies. I am sending a Patronous to the minister so he knows what happened here tonight, and I will make sure to tell the head of our department to replace the lot of you at once."
Ron touched Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, they tried, mate. This guy is probably a really powerful, dark wizar-"
"Yeah, Ron. But he isn't Voldemort and he isn't invincible. He ran away from me so he can't be all that strong." Harry turned to the other Aurors. "Go back to your posts and do your jobs. Reset every protective charm and from now on, make it so that nobody can apparate in or out. I know we had decided that a select few would be permitted to but I refuse to risk anyone's life just for easier transportation. And remove this house from the Floo Network!"
Harry turned toward the injured blond. Narcissa and Linky were bent over him.
"Is he going to be alright?"
"He will after a few healing potions and a night's sleep. I hope you realize that you will need to sleep in the same room as him from now on."
Ron made a whimpering noise.
"Yes, Ronald, you will have to sleep in my room as well. I will have Linky set up an extra bed for you." She turned toward her son. "Draco, darling, can you stand?"
The man's breathing was shaky, but he managed to croak out an answer.
"Harry, help him into your room. The other house elves have already stocked it with potions, warm water, and clean towels. Have him take the potions and I will be there shortly to help clean his wounds. Ronald, come."
Ron, now used to being commanded like a dog, followed without protest. Linky gave a low bow and then escorted the Aurors out of the room.
"Come on, Malfoy. Let's get you healed."
Draco lay in Harry Potter's bed, thinking about the events of the past hour. Harry had yelled at his own coworkers for letting Draco get hurt and had then stood, his gaze locked on the cuts on Draco's body as his mother cleaned them. He looked as if he were reliving a painful memory. Perhaps it was the same one as Draco's. The cuts he had suffered tonight had not been as severe as the slashes from Potter's sectumsempra, but they had been just as numerous. Being bandaged and then looking up at those green eyes, Draco could have sworn they were back in their sixth year.
He turned over on his side to look at the man who had saved his life for the second time. Potter sat sleeping in an armchair by the bed. Draco thought it looked uncomfortable, but the Auror had refused to let Linky put in an extra bed, insisting that he would be more prepared sitting upright than laying down. Yet now, asleep and slouched, still wearing his dirty clothes from the day, Draco mused that he looked no more prepared for an attack than he did for a ball.
Could Harry Potter even dance if he were to go to a ball?
Well, that was a ridiculous thing to ponder. Draco looked away to the ceiling, determined to think of Harry Potter no more. However, he ended up thinking back to the boys' bathroom, when he had nearly been killed by the Boy Who Lived, then to just a year later to when he had been saved from wild flames by the man who that boy had become. Perhaps Potter should have killed him in that bathroom. Perhaps he shouldn't have bothered saving him from the flames.
It was a thought that Draco had revisited countless times after the war, and was what had inspired him to become a healer. He wanted to be worthy of his second chance. But now that someone was out to kill him, he couldn't help but think it might be for the best.
He turned to look at his savior again. The man slept with his jaw slightly slack and his glasses askew. Despite this comical sight, Draco still noticed the strong jaw, the toned muscles, and the shine of his hair.
Draco sighed. He hadn't had these feelings for Potter since he was in Hogwarts, but now, seeing him every day, it was hard not to let the attraction rekindle despite their numerous differences.
"You should have killed me, Potter," whispered Draco. "You should have killed me back then when I would think about you every night so I wouldn't have to grow to relive those years. So I wouldn't have to put you or my family in danger ever again."
Draco eventually fell asleep, his dreams drifting between vengeful murderers and Harry Potter's soft lips.