Harry had been in London, well in the outskirts to be more precise, when he'd found Draco, this was the last place he would of expected to find Draco Malfoy. He himself had been looking for some parts to fix the car, the very same Flying Ford Anglia he and Ron had flown into the whomping willow in his second year. The car had been given to Harry by the weasley's after the war, he used it mainly as a fix up project. He got most of the parts from junkyards. Using YouTube to find tutorials on car maintenance.
It was in the junkyard where he found a very down on his luck Draco Malfoy. It looked like he was living in the junkyard, at any rate he smelled like it. It didn't look like he'd had a proper meal in god knows how long.
Which was how Harry found himself flying back to his with Draco, who's very thin arms were around his waist. Harry lived on the coast with a stunning view of the Ocean.
Draco saw a lighthouse in the distance the light shining out over the sea like a beacon for the lost, Harry pointed at the lighthouse and yelled "home" over the crashing of the waves.
Harry flew directly into the light, Draco shut his eyes thinking that they'd feel shards of braking glass but he felt warmth as the light disappeared and their they stood in front of a single door Harry spoke "garage" and opened the door he put down the car parts, inside the spacious room stood the Ford Anglia. He shut the door. he looked at Draco "do you want to get something to eat?" He'd been ignoring the sound of Draco's stomach all the way back, not wanting to embarrass him.
Draco looked at his feet and quietly asked if he could use Harry's shower "I have a feeling that I probably smell quite bad, I haven't had a proper wash in ages, the ministry took my wand after the war" Harry nodded and looked at the door and said "bathroom".
Draco walked into the huge bathroom. He saw his full reflection for the first time in ages, he sure was a sorry sight, his clothes hung off him, his hair was almost black and had grown halfway down his back. It was thick and thankfully not overly tangled which he was grateful for as it kept him warmer.
The bathroom was amazing, he walked over to the shower which turned on as he neared it. He quickly stepped back before taking off his ragged clothes and stepped under the water, it was the perfect temperature, he watched the water running down the drain it was almost black as months of muck and grime came off.
He'd given up on trying to stay clean after the first time it rained heavily, turning the junkyard he called home into a mud bath. Slowly his hair regained it's clean blonde colour and his skin was clear, he still looked entirely too thin but at least he was clean. How Harry had recognised him was a mystery, he himself had jumped seeing himself in the mirror.
He put on the bathrobe and clean underwear Harry had left him, and left the room. On the door was a note 'ask the door for the kitchen' he looked at the door and said "kitchen".
On opening the door he found a large kitchen, it was like something you'd find on a NASA space rocket launcher pad, and there stood Harry, "you live in a lighthouse" he wasn't sure if this was a question or a statement. Harry nodded "I'm making us Mac and cheese, can you grab me the cheese from the fridge?" Draco opened the fridge and saw more food than he'd seen in the last few year's put together. He took three different kinds of cheese cheddar, bree and blue cheese. He nervously walked over to Harry, scared that he might be told off for being greedy, but he couldn't choose between them. Harry grinned and replied "good choice".
It had been years since he'd last had cheese, his last proper meal had been cold pizza, that he'd scavenged from a dumpster out the back of a pizza restaurant, then he'd been chased by the owners dogs which had bitten his arm when he'd fallen over. He'd taken himself to the Muggle hospital after the bite had gotten infected.
Harry served up two medium sized helpings of Mac and cheese. The blonde didn't seem to chew, Harry realised Draco must have been starving. "Kreature" Harry spoke, and the hook nosed house elf appeared "could you make up the guest room please" Harry looked at Draco "it looks like it's going to rain pretty hard tonight".
Draco looked round the guest room, it was simply decorated, but there was a TV and dvd player, which Harry had shown him how to use before he left. Draco settled in the small yet comfortable bed. He got up and opened the door and shut it. He thought then looked at the door and said "books" he opened the door to a library.
There were floor to ceiling bookcases filled with books. He walked over and found books on every subject imaginable. He found he was in a section of craft books, he picked out a book on paper folding. He hadn't noticed Harry's presents until he spoke "there's paper in the craft room, in the drawer labelled paper, origami" the blonde jumped.
The craft room was amazing, he use to love painting there were huge sheets of paper and paints. He took off the white bathrobe and stood in the pair of underpants excited, Happy that the room was warm because he didn't want to get paint on the robe.
It had been over an hour since Draco had gone to the craft room. Harry got up and went to see if Draco was okay. He found him stood in front of a large painting of Dumbledore paintbrush in hand, the eyes sparkled from the canvas, that gentle half smile that Dumbledore often had, but seeing Draco without the robe he could see how much weight he'd lost the hips jutted out looking almost painful. The blonde turned round. Harry kept the shocked gasp in, you could see every rib, he was nothing but skin and bones. Harry's eyes drifted to the painting and gasped it was amazing, the colours were dazzling.
He walked over to the painting "I didn't know that you painted?". Draco looked at the paint on his hands there was a little on his face and chest and it was in his hair. He smiled, it was a proper smile "I use to paint with Dobby when I was little, then I painted at the junkyard I used mud and oil and anything I could find but the rain always washed it away, so there was no point doing anything good". Hearing the rain thunder down Draco had asked it they could go out in the rain how him and Narcissa use to run through the garden in the rain.
Harry watched spellbound as Draco danced, moving like a ballerina twirling on his tip toes on the outside walkway, as the rain poured down the light that was shining out to sea was making his long blonde hair shine. Draco pulled Harry out into the rain, He found himself being taught how to dance. Draco still had the same beautiful gray eyes, that Harry use to dream about all those years ago in Hogwarts, and now he could feel Draco's hand on the small of his back. Part of him wanted to pull Draco into a kiss to feel the lips he'd wanted against his since he was at school, but Draco wasn't well, he could see that just looking at him, and just because it was what he wanted, it didn't mean that Draco would feel the same way about him.
Stepping back into the lighthouse both dripping wet Draco was shivering through chattering teeth he smiled "that was fun, and all the paints gone" it was true but he was covered in goosebumps, and his lips ears and fingers were tinted blue. Harry called Kreature and asked for the fire to be made in the living room.
In the living room the fire was warm, Draco sat on the rug by the fire wrapped in a blanket. The flames made his long mane look like a forest fire. Once he'd warmed up he went and sat on the couch, Harry was sat on an armchair. He looked at the blonde and asked "fancy a hot chocolate and biscuits before you go to bed?" A huge smile spread across Draco's face.
In the kitchen Harry waved his wand and milk and chocolate powder flew across the room "I always use magic for hot chocolate, I've lost count of how many times I've boiled over the milk, and it's hard to clean up boiled over milk".
Back in the living room Harry sat on the couch with Draco. Each at one end of the three seater sofa, Draco in an old pair of Harry's pyjamas and Harry in black sweatpants. He saw the tips of Draco's toe's were still slightly blue. He looked so peaceful his empty mug on the floor his eyes closed, Harry gently picked up Draco's feet and put them on his stomach. The blonde opened his eyes and looked at him with interest before letting his eyes close again. He'd just rest his eyes, Harry's stomach was warm against his feet.
Draco woke up to the sound of sea gulls calling. He felt warm and safe. He was snuggled in Harry's arms on the couch, his head on Harry's chest, he must have fallen asleep. Instead of getting up he lay still and listened to Harry's heart beating, he could go back to sleep he wanted to stay like this, he really did. In the junkyard it was cold and if it was raining there would be leaks, sometimes he'd be lucky and find some plastic sheeting and be able to wrap himself in it and be a little better protected from the rain and cold.
With dread he thought about the time when he'd have to return to the junkyard, he hated it there, here he felt safe, he hadn't realised how unsafe he'd felt at the junkyard. He'd been here one night and although he hadn't slept for the whole night, he felt more alive than he ever remembered. A good day in the junkyard was if a car or van was dropped off and there was some food in it. He realised he had to leave now, if he left now it wouldn't hurt as much.
Harry woke up to find a note saying 'thank you' it took him a while to realise that Draco had left, that he was saying goodbye. Grabbing his broom he threw open the window and took off towards the town. Guessing that Draco would be going that way. He felt relief as he saw Draco's tiny form hunched on a bench by a bin, in his hands was a paper parcel of chips that he was hungrily eating, he guessed were from the bin.
Harry landed "so?" it was asked in a questioning manner. Draco breathed and spoke as the tears started "ages ago I ended up in hospital after I was bitten by a dog the bite got infected, the hospital was amazing they gave me food, I put weight on and I was warm and I felt safe sleeping. I was there for two weeks, the two best weeks of my life. No one really had time to talk to me, but I felt cared for. Then I had to leave, it hurt. In the hospital I had been comfortable, then I was back to fighting to survive".
Harry looked at Draco as he guarded his chips from the beady eyes of the seagulls "what if I wanted you to stay?" Draco looked at the dark haired man, who continued "you never asked how I recognised you?" Harry didn't wait for an answer "it was your eyes, there the same eyes as the boy I had a crush on all the way through school, I'd know them anywhere, they may now belong to a guy who is as skinny as a rake, but he's still the most beautiful man I've ever seen" Draco slowly turned to Harry, he slid his hand into his. He pulled Draco up and into a hug and let their lips softly touch, Draco smiled "can we go home?".
They took off into the blue sky heading home.