Help Me
It couldn’t be him. Could it? No, Harry didn’t believe it. But he couldn’t stop looking at the cowering man on the street. The rain was pounding, he must be soaked to his skin, and it was freezing even from inside Harry’s apartment from which he was staring down at the street.
Draco Malfoy was not wearing a muggle, cheap suit that did not fit his arse body properly, he was not walking into the crappy little cafe and asking for a job, and he was not being turned out barely two minutes later, empty handed.
But there was no mistaking that platinum blonde hair, that had grown out long on top, no longer straight but slightly curling. He was even thinner than at school! Harry was just trying to make his mind up what to do for the billionth time when two men dressed in full black came up and attacked Malfoy in the street.
It wasn’t even fucking night time. 4 in the afternoon and no one tried to intervene, even when the man started screaming. They kicked at him over and over again, every time he got up they knocked him down. No one did anything, except Harry who raced downstairs and onto the street, disturbing the attackers who finally left a very broken looking Draco in their wake.
Harry rushed forward to Draco and scooped him up against his chest, checking he was still breathing. His face was all bloodied and Harry could see bruises forming under his thin shirt. Draco’s grey eyes couldn’t focus on Harry, the man was obviously concussed.
Faintly, Draco whispered to Harry, “Help me” before collapsing in his arms.
Harry had no clue what to do. He’d managed to carry Draco up to his flat and was now heaving for his breath, still clinging to Draco’s limp body. He lay the broken blonde down on his bed, panicking as he realised he was still unconscious.
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“Honestly Harry! You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” Hermione shrieked as she whizzed around the room spelling Draco’s wounds clean and applying ointments. “Well I couldn’t just leave him there ‘Mione!” Harry sighed.
“Right, he should be okay if you leave him to rest a while, but he will need to change out of those wet clothes” Harry looked at her blankly, not getting what she meant. “You have to change him out of his clothes, Harry”. Oh.
Draco had no clue where he was when he woke up. It didn’t smell like his room, he was wearing a very oversized T-shirt with apparently nothing underneath, but the bed he was in was comfortable, so it was very hard to leave.
He got up in search of his host, the flat he appeared to be in was huge! Finally he crept into the living room where he saw a very tired looking Harry Potter sprawled across a large leather sofa.
He crept up to the sofa and knelt down at the side of Harry’s head, and shook his shoulder lightly.
“Draco, you’re awake!” He smiled sheepishly up at the blonde before sitting up to stretch. “Would you mind explaining to me as to why I woke up in your bed?” His tone was rather accusing but Harry wasn’t in the mood to take offence.
“You were beaten up pretty badly, Malfoy. I saw from my window and came and rescued you, Damsel. I had to put you in my bed because the guest rooms are being remodelled, and your clothes were drenched so I put you in one of my T-shirt’s. Hermione came and healed all of your injuries, so you probably don’t have a single mark on you. You’re welcome to leave if I’ve somehow offended you.” And with that, he got up and left to shower.
Draco felt like a dickhead, but when he woke up in strange men’s beds it usually meant he’d been fucked. But obviously he wouldn’t be to Potter’s tase, the man was straight for heavens sake. Still, one could but dream.
He found his clothes hanging up in the laundry room, ironed and clean. There were some new underwear and shirts for him, as well as some muggle jeans. He opted for a soft grey T-shirt and the jeans, which were surprisingly comfortable. After he finished pulling on some white socks he stood up and shivered.
Harry’s house was fucking freezing, so he looked through a pile of washing and found one of Harry’s giant hoodies and pulled it on over his head. It smelt wonderful. He pulled the soft material up to his nose to breathe in the aroma that was so unapologetically Harry.
He gasped as he turned around and Potter was leaning in the door frame, in all of his 6’3” glory. His shirt was far too tight for those bulging arms. “I’m sorry for taking this it’s just so cold I’ll take it off right-“
“It’s alright, don’t worry. You’re welcome to it and you’re welcome to stay, as long as you need Malfoy.” He smiled at him again and it sent tingles down Draco’s spine.
“Thank you, Harry.” The other man was visibly shocked but didn’t say anything about the use of his name.
When night came Draco had no clue where he was meant to sleep, he couldn’t well climb back into Harry’s bed, as much as he wanted to. He couldn’t stifle his next yawn which meant that Harry noticed his clearly tired expression. “Come on, Malfoy, you need to get to bed. I had the sheets changed so it should be more comfortable.”
“Oh no, Potter I cant kick you out of your bed again!” Harry chuckled deeply which made Draco very exasperated. “We’re both adults, Malfoy. I’m sure we can share the bed, right?” Draco just nodded, it wasn’t like he was going to miss an opportunity to sleep with next to Harry.
He slinked into the bedroom in just his boxers and Harry’s T-shirt from the night before. He got himself settled under the covers and waited for his host.
But oh boy was he not ready.
Harry swaggered into the room in only his tight grey boxers, that left very little to Draco’s imagination. The mans shoulders were thick and broad, and his chest was layered with muscles. He wasn’t overly defined, but we was fit as anything and it made Draco shiver.
Of course, Potter couldn’t get into bed normally, no that would be far too much to ask. No, he had to jump onto the bed like he was stalking his prey, crawling up to the top, where he lent over Draco , who could feel Potters beard on his own chin. “Goodnight, Malfoy”.
“Goodnight Harry.”
He was sure the Gryffindor let out a groan as he got under the covers, but he turned away from him for good measure.
He could feel Harry’s eyes staring into him, so he decided to face them. “What is it, Potter?”
“Do you need a job?”
“What?”
Harry sat up.
“Do you need a job?”
Draco sat up too. “Yes, but, you can’t just give me a job”
Harry chuckled and sat back down in bed, smiling at Draco. “Why not? I’ve needed a new personal assistant for a few weeks now. You’ve got the qualifications and it pays well, so why not?”
Draco didn’t know what to say. He thought maybe Harry was joking with him, getting his hopes up. Time to show him who was really in charge.
“How personal is the assistance you need?” He said seductively. He leaned in close and straddled Harry. “Uh, fuck, Draco. As personal as you’d like.” He lowered his head to Harry’s neck and started sucking, causing Harry to groan.
“Well then, time to get personal”.
Draco had still thought he had taken charge right up until the moment Harry threw him over into his back and ripped off his clothes, pinning him to the bed. “I love seeing you in my clothes, fuck, I’m obsessed with you.” He grabbed at Draco’s arse and devoured his neck.
“Harry, Gods please just fuck me!” He moaned into Harry’s hair. It smelt like apples and mint. “As you wish kitten”. He chuckled, but it soon turned into a growl when he reshuffled their position.
He felt Harry spell him clean, and then two lubed up fingers breached him. “Mm Harrrrry, just fuck me already!” He begged. The menacing man finally lined up with Draco’s hole, and pushed right into his prostate. He set a brutal pace that released moans from both of them.
“God your ass is magic, fuck, Draco!” The blonde could feel he was going to cum and tensed up around Harry’s huge member. He felt himself pressed further into the stress as Harry sped up his thrusts.
“Wow, Potter. That wasn’t actually half bad”. Draco joked as Harry pulled out of him.
“Hey! You loved it and you know it!” Draco giggles as the bigger man tickled him and pushed him. Combined with the tangled sheets around Draco, this lead to him falling off the bed with a thump onto the floor.
“Shit! Are you okay?” Draco couldn’t help but giggle at Harry’s concern. “Help meeeeee!” He giggles again as Harry sighed, and pulled Draco up onto his chest.
As they settled down into the covers, Harry knew he always would, because this was too good to risk losing.