Homeless - Drarry

Published: 8/20/2020

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT

Draco was working at a pub as a dishwasher and busboy. Little interaction, under the table money, no working with the muggle electronics. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, almost brown from dirt and grime. He wore a short sleeve as the mark was nearly gone. He hated not having his wand, though it had been well over a year since he lost the right to practice magic. His probation was strict and to the point. No magic, no wand, no arrests. They didn't care what he did or didn't do. And they definitely didn't care.

He noticed that a bloke with creep-stash was staring at him all night. But he ignored him. Creepers were creeps. He did leave an hour before close, so Draco forgot about him. When the last customer left, he had to run the last load of glasses and mop the floor.

"Door's locked. Just shut it behind you when you leave, kid. I got the cameras up, so don't touch the register or spirits," his crummy manager growled. He wasn't supposed to leave him alone, especially when they didn't even know his real name or where he lived. But he still left him, after shoving a few notes in his hand for his pay. Short again for the day, but there really wasn't anyone to complain to.

Draco did his job. He couldn't afford not to. He had nothing. They never released his family's assets and vault. Goblins banned him from entering Gringotts. The Ministry ignored his every request and denied every appeal. Not that it mattered. Every time that he wandered near the Ministry or Diagon Alley, he had gotten hexed and cursed. He couldn't defend himself, even if he tried. He was stuck in the muggle world. When he was done, he walked out the alley door with his small pack and shut the door. He tested that it was locked. The alley looked deserted at 3 am. There were still some late-night pub crawlers in the main street, but that was about it. But he made his way to the street.

"Death Eater," he heard. Draco's heart nearly stopped. He turned around, and it was the creeper-stash guy from early. He had recognized him. Draco trembled. He had no wand, no weapon on him. He had tried to stay as far as he could from Diagon Alley. He never expected any wizard to wander into that dive, or pay attention to him, a lowly busser. The guy's wand was out.

Play dumb, he told himself. "Sorry? I just work here."

"Don't lie, Malfoy. I can see your mark! You death eater fuckers all deserve to die."

Okay, no denying anything. Draco didn't think that he could talk his way out of this one, but he had to try. "I got some money... you can have it... please. I don't even have a wand!" he pleaded. He even held out his bag for him to take. It didn't have much: a parka, an extra shirt and a thin sleeping bag.

"Oh... I know you don't have a wand. That's what makes this sweeter. But I'll probably take the money, too, amongst a few other things.: his eyes dropped down to his body. "I want to hear you scream, bitch."

Draco's blood chilled. He looked helplessly at the pub's locked door, then at the darker alley behind the guy. His only shot for escape was the muggle street, still 30 meters from him. And the guy had a wand. Fuck. He dropped his bag and ran. He couldn't just let him win.

The brute didn't bother with magic, tackling him and throwing him sideways into the brick wall next to a dumpster. Draco tried to scramble up and kicked a metal bin that the pub used in his desperation to escape. It clanged loudly as it rolled, but the prick lifted him up and shoved him into the wall.

"Hel-" he started to yell, but the guy growled. "Silencio!"

His voice was gone. He couldn't call for help. He struggled to get free, and he saw two people stop at the alley entrance but came no closer. The guy forced him face-first into the wall, held him there and tied his hands behind his back with magic. The guy mumbled a muggle-warding spell to stop any interferers.

"Your ass is mine, Death Eater. No one is going to save you," he said, lust and savor in his voice, as his attacker forced his trousers down with his free hand, exposing his butt to the cold night.

Fuck, Draco thought. He couldn't get out of this. He was trapped. He couldn't hope to fight his off. Panic. The guy was huge and had a wand. He was going to lose his virginity next to a foul-smelling dumpster, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Tears came. He couldn't even beg him to stop.

"Yeah, cry. You're gonna cry. I'm going to make this hurt. All I need is spit, right?" he hissed and spit into his free hand. He guided it between them, and his fingers ghosted his hole. Draco squirmed. "Ya know? I don't really want to soil my fingers in your fuck hole."

Draco cringed and started shaking. He knew what happens if you don't prep. He tried to buck off the hand, but the guy pressed harder, shoving him face-first into the brick wall.

"Stop that. You're wiggling enough. I might take you home. Enjoy this properly and do it over and over and over, again. No one would ever look for scum like you. You can be my slave... you'd like that, wouldn't you? Some rope... whips and maybe Imperio."

Draco was terrified and silently sobbing. He couldn't even push off the wall as the guy forced his legs to spread. This can't be happening.

The pop of the ward falling. "What?" his attacker mumbled, still forcing him forward.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Draco heard a voice say. It was firm, commanding. Draco almost thought he recognized it. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he could help him. He tried to struggle, but the hand on his back forced him firmly into the wall, and the dumpster was blocking everything else from view. His head was facing the other way.

"Nothin' mate, just a quick shag with my lover. Kinky, you know? You two mind stepping off?" he said, amiably.

Please don't go, Draco thought. But they were muggles... and this guy had a wand.

"I don't think so... mate. Let-him-go," he said with more authority.

"You're a copper, then? He's my boyfriend."

"No, we aren't, and I highly doubt he is yours."

"Well, sod-off then. He's a whore, and you can see he ain't calling for help, is he? So, mind your own bloody business!" his attacker said, pushing him harder into the wall as he struggled to free himself.

"I said...."

"I warned ya... Confundo!"

The familiar voice shouted back. "Protego! Fool, you should have noticed I took down your wards! We're Aurors and the Anti-Apparation wards are up. We can do this the easy way or...."

But his attacker released him off the wall and ran away, down the alley.

Then Auror finished lazily, "... the hard way. You got 'im?"

Another voice growled. "Yeah. He's mine."

Draco heard footsteps go running after the creep and struggled to remain standing. He slid down to his knees and was leaning against the wall for support. He kept his head bowed to the side. He really didn't want to see Aurors either. The last ones spat on the ground in front of him and threatened to send him back to the dementors. The Auror knelt behind him.

"Hey? You okay?"

Draco cringed, expecting an attack.

"Sorry, I won't touch you. I'll stay right here with you. I won't go anywhere, okay? I'll just take off the spells," his rescuer said, in a low voice, and the ropes disappeared and he could feel his voice came back.

"Fuck," Draco groaned, bringing his hand up to his nose, which was bleeding.

"Are you a wizard?"

That was probably important to establish. He nodded, still staring at the wall as he embarrassingly pulled up his trousers. He couldn't stop shaking. He had been tortured and humiliated so many times, but this was worst. He wouldn't have been able to stop it or escape.

"It's okay... I'm sorry this happened to you. I won't leave you alone or go anywhere, alright?" his soft voice said. "I promise."

"Okay," he breathed, trying to regain his sense of decorum. If he didn't get it together, the whole Auror department and the Ministry laughed at him because he couldn't keep from crying.

"Did he take your wand?" he asked.

Shit. Draco shook his head and whispered, "I don't have one."

"Oh... huh?" he replied, confused as to why wouldn't a wizard not have a wand.

"Got him," the other Auror called out.

"Keep him over there!" the one behind him growled and Draco winced at his tone and he apologized quietly.

"I will. Sit down or I'll make you!" the other one ordered.

"He's a fucking Death Eater! He deserves it!" his attacker sneered.

Draco was shaking more. The Aurors could do a lot worse to him. Maybe hand him over to the dementors.

"Shut him up, please," the Auror behind him grunted. Salazar, that voice sounded familiar.

"Silencio! You have no right to force yourself on anyone. Sit down, NOW!" the other Auror said, his voice was familiar, too.

The Auror behind him swore under his breath and said, "Sorry, about that. We're not exactly on the clock. Saw the bin go flying and we didn't know what was happening, at first. I can heal you? Or I can take you to St. Mungo's?"

He probably wanted to see what the Death Eater he had caught. He could have seen the Dark Mark when his arms were tied behind his back.

"I'm fine," he said, though his voice was high.

"You're not. Can you look at me?"

He wanted to cry, but held it back. "I w-was r-released on p-probation. I'm not a f-fugitive... or an-anything. I didn't use magic..." he whispered, hoping that the Auror wouldn't arrest him, too. He hated the thought of going back to the Ministry. "P-Please...." He didn't know what he was begging for.

"That's not what I am worried about. You were attacked. You are the victim. It's not your fault, what happened," the soft voice said, reassuringly. "Hey, come on. Just breathe and calm down."

Draco wanted to believe that he didn't care that he was a Death Eater. He had been hexed to high heaven whenever he tried to go back to the wizarding community. He couldn't even appeal the seizure, since he didn't have an owl. He took a deep breath and turned his head and body to gaze at the wizard two feet away. The one who had shaggy black hair, green eyes and round glasses. His eyes went wide as he recognized him.

"P-Potter?"

Potter's eyes narrowed and he said, surprised, "Malfoy?"

"Malfoy?" the other Auror repeated and looked over. It was Weasley. Potter held up his hand to tell his mate to back off.

Fuck my life, Draco thought and buried his face in his hands as he brought his knees to his chest, curling into a tight ball. Of all the people! It had to be those two! He hadn't even realized he was crying, until he felt the wetness. And fuck my life more.

"Hey... it's okay. We're not going to be jerks about this, alright?"

Draco tried to hide the fact that he was crying, but his emotions were all over the place. He hadn't been that scared since... the Dark Lord was torturing him. He froze up, as his thoughts brushed those memories.

"Malfoy? Breathe. It's going to be fine. I'll make sure he's convicted for this. You won't have to testify."

Draco dropped his hands back to his legs. "Yeah, right. He just has to say my name and that I attacked him, and they'll let him walk."

"I saw him. He used magic on you. It won't be like that."

"Whatever, I need to go."

"Let me heal your nose, okay?"

Draco touched his nose. It hurt like a bitch, but he didn't have money to afford muggle medicine. He nodded and, as Potter raised his wand, he muttered, "This is just cosmic payback for breaking your nose."

"Oh no, I would have had to break yours to do that. This is just ironic," Potter said with a smile.

Draco almost smirked, but didn't as the pain faded and blood vanished. He felt his nose and it was tender but healed.

"Still pointy."

He scowled.

"There's the Malfoy I know."

"You don't know me," he said and wrapped his arms around his legs, tightening up. Fuck, why can't I stop shaking, he thought.

"Hey... calm down. It's all over, Malfoy."

It was never over. He was only a couple missed meals away from taking the manager up on his offer of a blow job for better pay. He had to make ends meet sometimes and was willing to get on his knees for twenty pounds. Sometimes it was a matter of life and death, but he never would let anyone bend him over. Somehow, there was a difference in his mind, and he never wanted to fully cross over into that area. He had seen the muggles who did it and it scared him.

Potter leaned in, slowly. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He shook his head and almost yelped when the apparition Crack! came.

Harry held up his arms in apology and looked over his shoulder, where the dumpster blocked Draco's view. "Terry, you're on tonight?"

"Yeah, pulling a double for Seamus and Dean. What's the situation?"

"Book the prep on a 10-35 section 2."

"10-35? Damn. Section 2? Don't we need the Obliviators, then? Why didn't you say anything in the Patronus?"

"It won't be necessary. Take Ron and get him out of here. I'll take care of the interview and victim care."

"Victim care? Can't you just Obliviate them?" Terry said and stepped forward to peek around the dumpster.

Draco retreated into the wall, but there was nowhere to go. The show was about to start. All the Aurors would be there to see and hear what happened.

But Potter stood up to face the new Auror, blocking him from view. "I said I'll handle this. You and Ron book him and keep him in H block."

"H? We keeping this... quiet?"

"I don't want a fucking circus. Get going," Potter ordered.

"You got it, boss!" Terry said, dutifully and headed over toward Ron.

Draco watched as they removed the wards and Apparated away. He didn't notice Potter had sat down in front of him, with his legs crossed. Somehow it seemed a lot more intimate, though he was no closer.

"They're gone. It's just me and you. You're safe, now."

Draco's eyes flashed. "You don't have to coddle me, Potter," he said, as his eyes started to water. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"I'm not. It's simple human kindness. You just went through a major... trauma. You're going to need some support, right now. I know I'm not ideal, but I can't just leave you here alone. Can I take you home? Wiltshire, right?"

"Wiltshire? Everything was seized, Potter," Draco said, and couldn't fight off the blush as Potter looked at him with pity.

"Do you have anyone I can summon... or firecall?"

Draco shook his head.

Potter frowned. "None of your friends? Your mum?"

Draco shook his head, again. "Blaise and Pansy moved to Italy. My mum is in France. She can't come here, and I can't leave Britain. Convenient, huh? Everyone else is in Azkaban."

"I see. What are you doing here, anyway? Pubs are closed for the most part."

"I work here."

"Here?"

"This pub, Potter," Draco said, finger his work shirt, which was one of the two shirts he had currently. Potter looked at the label and then at the door name.

Potter looked confused, but then said, "When you say everything was seized...?"

Draco sulked and wouldn't answer. Tonight was bad enough. He didn't need Potter to know how far he had fallen.

Potter sighed and asked, "Did you know him?"

Draco shook his head. "He was in here earlier. Stared. Just thought he was a creeper... but he came up from behind me after I closed the door."

"Then he attacked you?"

He nodded.

"What did he say?"

Draco started shivering, and the tears came back. Fuck, he had never lost this much control. "He said he wanted to hear me scream. He-he was... only going to use spit."

Potter nodded. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard, but did he say anything else?"

Draco started rocking back and forth, still holding his knees. "He... said he was going to take me home... no one would notice me gone." He couldn't stop a few sobs come out. "He was fucking right. No one would notice. No one would care. I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet. I thought I'd be safer out here."

Harry held up his hand. "Can I take your hand?"

Draco didn't want to say yes, but he nodded. Potter put his hand on top of his hand on his knee and he did feel a little better.

"I'll make sure he stays in a long time, Malfoy."

"It's not necessary."

"It is."

Draco pulled his hand back and brought his arms to his chest. Potter left his hand on his knee. Draco furiously wiped his tears away.

"Shh... calm down. It's okay to cry," Harry whispered, in his stupid, calm relaxing voice.

"No, it's not!" Draco snarled and started crying worse. Hating himself for it. Potter was probably going to get a good laugh out of this.

"You're in shock right now. You can't help it. I'm not going anywhere, okay? You're safe with me here."

Draco snorted. "You attach trouble like flies on shit, Potter. Fucking dragons, cloaked vampires in the woods, Chamber of Secrets, escaped serial killers, rigged contests, and don't forget that bloody insane mass-murdering lunatic. Bloody hell... I should blame you for that fucker being here."

Potter smirked. "Sorry, I was over in Westminster right before we popped in. We were looking for a late-night pub for Ron's stag party. I just happened by."

Draco rolled his eyes. He needed to say something. That's probably what Potter was waiting for. The icing on Potter's delicious revenge-filled cake. "Thank you."

He took a deep breath. "You're welcome. I'm sorry it happened to you. I'm glad I was here to stop it from... being worse. But you don't have to thank me. I was just doing the right thing."

"You probably wouldn't have if you knew it was me. Probably think I deserved it."

"Hey," Potter's voice growled with irritation, but he took a deep breath. "Malfoy... Draco?"

He looked at him, surprised he had used his first name.

"No one deserves that, especially not you."

"I was a Death Eater."

"Are you really? You just called your Dark Lord a bloody insane lunatic."

"Mass-murdering lunatic, Potter," Draco corrected and his eyes finally stopped tearing up. "He was... a complete... fucking prick. Why did anyone follow him willingly?"

Potter stared at him, incredulously. Draco ran his finger across his faded mark.

"I wanted nothing to do with joining, but... I didn't have a choice. Death or slavery," Draco sighed. "You see what one I picked. Of course, you picked Death."

"I'm pretty sure I didn't have a choice. Voldemort picked death for me when I was one."

Draco shrugged and they were both silent for a few minutes. "So, what now?"

"You want to grab a tea? Or a coffee? It'll help settle your nerves."

Draco shook his head. He barely had money to eat, much less spend it on four-pound coffees. Things had improved slightly when he found this job. As a busser, he got to pinch bites of food off the plates.

"Alright, I can take you home," Harry said.

Draco jerked his head up. "No, that's okay, Potter. I can walk myself."

"And I can Apparate you there instantly."

"You can't Apparate us there. There are muggles."

"Oh... do you want to walk? Or we can take a cab?"

"I don't need an escort home, Potter. I'm fine."

"I'm not letting you wander around London by yourself. Protocol says that I have to escort you home."

"Fuck protocol. I can refuse."

"I can refuse your refusal. What are you going to do, sneer at me?" Potter said, smirking.

Draco glared but said, "You just want to know where I live!"

Potter considered that. "Possibly. We might need you to make an official statement. I do have the bar address. But really, now that I found you, I'd rather check up on you... make sure that you're okay."

Draco's mouth popped open. "Why?"

"Because you were just attacked. You look overwhelmed and lonely... and going through a bad time. Maybe you could use a friend."

"We aren't friends, Potter."

Potter smirked. "But we do know each other and have for nearly a decade. Come on, Draco. You aren't getting rid of me, until I get you to your bed."

Potter climbed to his feet and held out a hand for Draco to take. He didn't. Stubbornly, he used the wall to get up. Fuck... he was tired, like he just run ten kilometers. His legs were shaky and his arms were sore. Potter grabbed his bag and cleaned it with his wand. He handed it to him, stepped back, but his hand was still held out, for some reason.

He mumbled a thanks and said, "I'm up, if you haven't noticed."

"That's not why I'm holding it up."

Draco's eyes regarded him strangely, and then he tried to take a step forward and nearly fell cause his leg gave out. Potter caught him just in time and helped him up.

"Easy... and this is why we take people home. You're crashing. The fear and adrenaline the attack caused is gone and your body is recovering from the shock. Give a bit and you should be able to walk fine.

Draco took another step, with Potter gripping his arm and slowly, he was able to walk, but it was sluggish. He walked to the end of the piss-and-sewer smell alley and Potter was next to him, holding his hand.

"I'm fine, now. You can let go. I can walk on my own."

"We'll see. Where's your flat?"

Draco grimaced. He did not want to take Potter there, but he literally couldn't stop him. He walked down the street.

"Hope you're up for a walk. It's twenty-five blocks away."

"Twenty-five? You walk twenty-five blocks to get to work? We can take the Tube... or a taxi."

Draco ignored him and kept walking. Those cost money, he thought, and he didn't have much. He was living off the money he made every day at the pub. That was all he had. He walked and Potter followed. The Auror seemed disgruntled by the physical exercise, but did start with some small talk that he did not contribute to. Everything from his staff in the Auror office, to Ron and Hermione's wedding, and even the fact that Ginny and him were separated, now, but it was an amicable split. Ginny fell for one of her teammates in the Irish league and was making a name for herself.

Draco wondered why he cared... or at least found it... interesting. He supposed that he was so lonely after a year on his own that any piece of information about his past life was like breathing life into him.

"Anyway... I remodeled the whole house... took months... but it's all fixed up, and there aren't too many things that will kill me."

"I suppose it would be annoying if your towel tries to strangle you when you're trying to dry off," Draco drawled.

Potter looked at him, happy that he finally responded, and laughed. "Yeah... it would. Had a few curtains try it, though!"

Potter laughed... at his joke. What was happening? Draco thought and lapsed back into silence. He was still shaken from the attack and cowed by the year of isolation. Muggles don't make the best conversationalists, and most of the cretins he talked to wanted to get sucked off. He didn't usually oblige them, but money was money and occasionally, he needed to eat and have a roof over his head. He hated sleeping outside.

"Draco!" Potter almost yelled.

"What?"

"I've been calling you for a few times now."

"Sorry, I was thinking. What it is?" he said.

"Are we almost there?"

Draco looked at his surroundings and nodded. "It's one more block and to the right. He wondered if Potter understood where they were at. Jokes about the red-light district didn't really make sense to him at first, but there were cheap accommodations to be had, for both on and off the clock. He stopped in front of the building that had many boarded-up windows and turned to Potter.

"Thanks for the escort... and rescuing me in the alley."

Potter seemed to be keenly interested in the building. "I'll see you in."

Fuck. He sighed and walked into the reception area. There was no one at the desk. She is going to be pissed. She already hated him coming in so late to begin with. He pressed the button on the bell.

"What?!"

"It's D-Drake." Potter seemed intrigued by name. Draco was too recognizable. It was too unique.

"What the bloody fuck! It's past four, you fucking sod!" called the middle-aged muggle as she came out.

"Sorry, I got held up."

"Likely fucking 온라인카지노게임. What? Bringing someone with you? That'll be extra, slag."

Potter's stiffened next to him, but Draco didn't dare look at him. "He's not staying. He just wanted to make sure I could stay before he leaves," he said in a rush.

She coughed as she puffed on her menthol cig. "Aww... your boyfriend walked you home. Sodding poofs."

Draco blushed. Though he knew he liked guys, he never admitted that to anyone, much less Potter. "That's not... can I stay?"

"Sure. Why not? Fifteen. You want a shower?"

Draco felt uncomfortable after being attacked. A shower, even a cold one, would feel welcome. "Yeah." He could almost feel the confusion in the man next to him.

"Seventeen."

"Wait...."

"It's fine, Potter," he said and went to hand her over half the money he had to her. But his hands were still shaking, from the attack and the embarrassment.

The landlord hissed, "You're hopped up, aren't you? You're slinging drugs? That's why he's here! No, no! You ain't pushing here. I told you, no drugs, Drake. Drugies don't like paying and create headaches. Out!"

"It's not..." Draco started.

"Out! Now!"

"It's not drugs. He was mugged and that's why he's shaking. I'm just here to make sure he gets home safe!"

Her eyes narrowed. "You brought a bobby here? He stands like one! Out! Get out!" And she pushed the button. Two burly bouncers came out. Potter had a wand, but that would lead to a bigger headache.

Draco sighed and pulled Potter out the door, back out onto the sidewalk. "It's fine. She kicks me out once a week. There's another place a few more blocks." He started to walk.

Potter came up next to him and stared as he walked. "You don't have a home."

Draco stopped, sighed and looked up at the sky. "I don't have anything, Potter. This is all I have—this bag and what I'm wearing. I live day-to-day. I got paid, I can sleep inside tonight."

Harry wasn't happy. "Did she charge more just to use a shower?"

He nodded. "One for the cold water and one for a towel."

"How... never mind... what about the next place?"

"Less grumpy, more expensive, but they have mattresses," he said, and mentally said, more willing to force you onto your knees to pay up. But Potter grabbed his arm.

"The other place didn't?"

"They usually fill up, quick. It's just a sleeping bag."

"Just a sleeping bag?" he repeated.

"Yeah," Draco said and could tell Potter wasn't liking this at all. "It's fine, Potter. It's better than on the streets." He definitely hated that, especially in wintertime. He had to give a lot of blow jobs during those months to stay inside.

Potter cleared his throat. "Umm... Draco... why don't you come home with me?"

He stopped to look at him, amazed. "What?"

"I have plenty of room. It's just me, Kreacher and the two Krups," Potter said, like that was the only thing that mattered.

"You hate me. We hate each other."

"That's a bit of a stretch. We were just kids. I don't hate you, and you don't seem to be spitting insults at me anymore, so I don't think that you hate me."

"You're also an armed Auror, and I couldn't defend myself if I tried, Potter," Draco grunted and looked at the ground.

"This that how you really feel?" Potter said, quietly. "You haven't been even mean."

Mean gets you beat up, mugged or worse. Draco learned that quick on the streets. "I don't have money for rent."

"I don't have rent, either. It's unplottable. It'll be totally free. You don't have to pay for anything."

Draco didn't want to trust it. Going into people's homes was dangerous. Even the crackheads warned him about that. Don't go unless you plan on going all the way, laddie, they told him. "W-What do you w-want? I'm not really a... rent boy."

Potter took a deep exaggerated breath. "Nothing! I want nothing from you. I'd never ask you to do anything... like that. I just want you to have a safe place to sleep."

"Potter, I appreciate your charity, but I've been doing this for over a year."

"You do not have to do it anymore. Please, Draco."

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

Potter thought on it. "Cause we're friends, now. I help my friends."

Friends? "Potter, you saved me. That doesn't mean we're friends. I'm in your debt, again, and you want me to be even more?"

"You'll survive. Come on. I got comfortable beds, food, and a warm shower. It's free."

Food did sound good. The half-a-sandwich and cold fries he had stolen tonight off people's plates, hadn't really filled him. He bit his lip and considered his options. The only risks were being more in Potter's debt and that Potter could chain him down and make him his sex slave. He honestly wasn't too opposed to that. Potter would at least feed him. Draco then considered that maybe he could help him appeal the seizure of his accounts, too. He looked at Potter, still hesitant to make the leap.

"You won't regret it, Draco. Just trust me. I will help you."

Draco frowned and looked away. Trust was so hard to give. He had been used and abused too many times. But this was Potter. The hero. He wouldn't do anything like that. Draco hesitantly nodded.

Potter smiled and led him to a nearby alley. "Don't worry, Malfoy. I promise I'll take care of you." He gripped his hand and Apparated him away.

Should I continue with this one?