This came to me as I was watching Harry save Draco in DHP2. Also, be prepared for an influx of Drarry stories, I absolutely love this pairing. To all of the lovely readers who also read my Klaine fics, please do not believe I'm giving up on any of them, I just love Drarry too much not to write about them.

Also. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within this fic.


"You saved my life!"

"And you did the same to me; now get the bloody hell out of my flat Malfoy!"

"Come on Potter! The war, it's over! Can't you stop hating me for just a little bit?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at the pale boy standing in the doorway. "You barge through the door and want me to forgive you for something that happened years ago?"

"Potter, it's only been a few months. What exactly have you been doing in here?" Draco took another step into the doorway, glancing around at the room in front of him. There were clothes on the couch and small piles of them lying in the bedroom, the door to which stood open. Dishes were strewn in the sink and the trash bin seemed to be crammed full.

"I don't want to discuss my life with you Malfoy, thank you very much! Please leave like I asked you already you stupid git!"

"Potter what the fuck is wrong with you? You were looking to hire help, I answered the ad, I thought you'd have put all this behind you."

"Oh, that's delicious, a Malfoy working for me. How rich. You wouldn't know a hard day's work if it hit you on your greasy head Malfoy."

"Look Potter, I need a job. Ever since I decided to leave Voldemort's side before you defeated him, I lost everything. I shouldn't have to tell you this, but apparently you can't get anything through that thick head of yours. I am no longer a Malfoy heir, I'm just Draco Malfoy. I need a job and I thought, I thought that maybe you of all people would understand."

Harry stood there slightly shocked as Malfoy's words sunk in. Without his inheritance and title, he was just another wizard. He still found it hard to believe that Malfoy had renounced being a Death Eater before Voldemort's demise, but that was a conversation for another day. "Fine Malfoy, I'll hire you, but I don't want to hear any of your bloody whining."

"When do you want me to begin?"

"Well I'm not going to give you a key to my flat, so you're going to have to work when I'm home."

"Do you even have a regular work schedule being an Auror and all?"

"Yes Malfoy-"

"Draco."

"What?"

"If you're going to employ me we could at least call each other by our first names, plus, I'm not really a Malfoy anymore."

"Alright then, Draco, how about you start tomorrow evening at six?"

"That's a bit late isn't it?"

"I get home at five Mal, er, Draco. I can't trust you in my house alone."

"Oh bloody hell Harry, I'm not going to jinx all of your belongings!"

"Like I said, you can work when I'm home."

"Great, I get to practice my basic house elf duties in your presence."

"If you don't like it then you can find work elsewhere."

"Hilghly unlikely that will happen" Draco said, shifting from one foot to another, face falling slightly before being replaced by the usual Malfoy composure.

"Why's that?" Harry asked, not understanding what Draco was getting at.

"Not many people want to hire a Malfoy, Harry. My father is in Azkaban, no one trusts us."

"Oh, uh, well then, erm, is there anything else you needed to know?"

"No Harry, that's all, I'll see you tomorrow at six." Draco turned on his heel, trying to preserve a bit of dignity before stepping across the threshold and swinging the door shut behind him.

Harry sat there for a while, trying to put together what exactly had transpired in the past bit of time. Draco Malfoy had shown up on his doorstep, in reply to an add that Hermione of all people had placed in the Daily Prophet. She and Ron were worried about him, Harry knew that much, but he had felt foolish when he opened the paper to see an ad for a housekeeper for his flat. Hermione was receiving applications from people wanting to bank off of Harry's fame and was getting frustrated with the whole process.

Harry picked up his cell and rang Hermione who picked up on the third ring. "Something wrong Harry?"

"No, nothing except that Draco Malfoy just left my flat."

"What did he want?"

"Apparently he was here to answer to your ad."

"What? I mean, that's not possible is it? There has to be some ulterior motive right?"

"He said he's lost all his inheritance and namesake and so on due to him quitting the Death Eaters or whatever the bloody hell he did during the war."

"What did you tell him?"

"The poor bloke looked so disheveled at the thought that I might not hire him that I had to Hermione. He said I was his last chance. I felt bad for him."

"Merlin Harry, this could be a huge trap or something. What if he's trying to use you to get back into good graces with his mum and dad?"

"His dad is in Azkaban, I doubt working for me would make Lucius like his son."

"Well, just keep an eye on him Harry, we still don't know what he's up to."

"I know 'Mione" Harry sighed, leaning back into his chair. "If the idiot tries anything I'll kick him out on his arse quicker than he can say 'arse'."


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