Homeless - Drarry

Uninvited Guests

Published: 11/15/2020

I hope I didn't lose any followers for the above pic, lol.

Draco woke to the sound of pans clanking and the smell of bacon. He smiled and, immediately, Gus got up from his blanket nest and licked his face.

"Thanks, Gus," he grunted, cringing from the smell of dog breath. "I'm awake."

Gus licked him again, twirled around and rolled on his stomach for scratches.

"Well, you know how to sucker people in, huh?" Draco said and scratched his belly. The krup's legs twitched happily and he was whining. "Good boy... you're such a good boy!"

"Knock knock," Potter said from the hall, and Gus flipped over.

Draco wasn't what he deemed presentable and patted down his hair nervously. "Come in?"

Potter, an apparently shirtless Potter, opened the door, carrying a tray. "Breakfast/lunch?"

"I'm... I can eat at the table, Po-Harry."

"I already ate. I didn't know when you'd get up. Here," he said and set it on his lap.

"Really, Potter. This isn't necessary."

"You are my guest."

"Yes, I am... but I'm not your mother, nor an invalid. Guys eat at the table."

Harry laughed. "Alright, come on, Draco. Want me to carry it down for you?"

"Fuck y-" he started, but stopped himself.

"I'm messing with you, mate. I ain't gonna kick you out because you got your snarkiness back. I'm well-prepared for insults of my horrible life habits, my muggle relatives that I hate and my lack of sophistication."

Draco raised an eyebrow as he held the tray of food. "Ain't isn't a word, Potter."

Harry laughed. "Come on, your majesty."

Draco got out of bed and didn't bother putting a shirt on. After all, Harry wasn't. He definitely enjoyed seeing Harry's impressive display of muscles. Draco wasn't ripped, no he was actually thin and lanky, but he had been living as a muggle. He had some muscles... and soft skin. He was curious as to what game Potter was playing anyway.

Draco set the tray on the kitchen table as Harry pulled some food on a plate. "I thought you said that you ate?"

"I did. Two hours ago. I got hungry talking to your pale butt. Seriously, do you even tan?"

"It was genetically bred out of my family."

Potter gave him a look.

"I'm joking, kinda. My ancestors were racist, sexist pigs."

"I see. Well, I wouldn't mind a little color on you. You're too fit to be a ghost."

Draco froze, bringing a bit of food to his mouth. Did Potter just flirt with him? "What was that, Harry? A compliment or a pass?"

Harry laughed. "I'm just fucking with you... kinda."

"Kinda? Like you're kinda not wearing a shirt?"

Harry looked down. "I hadn't noticed. Never wear one unless Hermione is here. Used to walk around stalkers, but I restrained myself."

Draco coughed and blushed.

"There's some color. See? Not hopeless for you after all."

Draco knew he blushed easily and didn't usually let himself be that caught off-guard. "Indeed."

"But... you also came down... without a shirt on. What's your excuse?"

"I didn't want to feel overdressed?" he offered.

Harry chuckled. "Really? Dressing to match, eh?"

"I thought you were trying to impress me with your big Auror-training muscles."

Harry leaned forward. "Did it work?"

Draco went red, again, and let that be the answer. He just continued eating, and Harry didn't prod him anymore, thankfully. They quietly ate their meal. Gus was at his leg, wagging his forked tail.

"I do have something serious to talk about..." Harry started and Draco felt chills down his back.

"Yes?"

"I thought I told you... I don't take kindly to people stealing my pups."

His blush disappeared and fear replaced it. "I didn't take him!"

"Well, he was in your bed all night," Harry said.

"But he just came!"

"He's sitting by you, right now. You stole him away from me!"

"No! I didn't mean..." he started, but then saw Harry's smile. "Prat... stop giving me a heart attack."

"More like a panic attack. But it looks like Gus bonded with you, and I heard you through the door talking to him."

Draco blushed. "He's a cute pup."

"I just want to make sure you treat him right," Harry asked.

"Of course! I would never hurt him, either of them, Po-Harry. What do you take me for?"

"You could consider them my krups and my responsibility. Neglect as bad as abuse."

"Well, I won't. Do I need to feed him?" he asked, and Gus yipped.

"They both have a krup-kibble feeder, but he needs attention and love. I just wanted to make sure you knew... s'all."

"Okay. I wasn't trying to... bond with him. He just came right through the door, uninvited... both times! and hopped on my bed. I wasn't going to make him leave."

"I'm glad you didn't. Gus has been competing for my attention with Shadow for long enough."

Shadow barked at his name and hopped up on Harry's leg.

"Are you begging? Krups aren't supposed to beg! But I give you some every time, so I can't really be mad at you, can I? My fluffy puppy!" Harry said, going full-baby voice on him and picking him off the floor. "Yeah, they're spoiled."

"Gus is acting proper, aren't you, boy?" Draco said, looking down at his krup. Gus wagged his tail and tilted his head, as though trying to impress him. Draco couldn't even deny it. He felt the bond form. Krups were magical creatures and were capable of becoming familiars. He knew that Gus, despite everything, was, in fact, his krup and always would be. He frowned.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he let Shadow clean his plate.

"Other than that," he said, gesturing to the krup. "Harry... I didn't mean to... take him away from you."

"First off. He's still here, not three feet from me. Second, you played no part in it. Krups choose their masters. I knew exactly when Shadow choose me. Gus... was more independent, but he was content with being near me and helping me with my nightmares. He loved being here with me, but not as much as he is when he claimed you. Draco... you'll have to take him with you... if you ever... move out."

"Harry... but he's your...."

"He's his own creature, Draco. He picked you and you'll hurt him if you leave him behind. Promise me you won't do that."

"I can't take him out on the streets!"

"Well, I hope that you won't 'live on the streets', again, but I can shroud his forked tail. I... didn't have the heart to dock 'em."

Draco grimaced. Gus was giving him sweet puppy eyes, as though trying not to beg. He gave him a whole slice of bacon.

Harry laughed. "Gus knows how to get to you, Malfoy."

"Ye-" he started, but both krups started barking.

"The floo... someone's calling from the den. Stay here," Harry ordered and left. Shadow followed, and Gus stopped at the doorway, his heckles raised and growling slightly.

"Harry?" a guy called. It sounded a little familiar.

"Oh, hey," Harry started, nervously.

"Hang on, I'm coming over."

"No! Wait!" Harry said, but there was a bog Whoosh! and Draco knew there was someone in the den, and he didn't have a shirt on... and neither did Potter. Fuck.

"Hey... sorry, you can't come over right now. I tried to tell you," Harry started.

"Why not? You're not dressed... you're off on Sundays..." he said, with a hint of provocativeness that made Draco almost blush.

"It's a bad time today. I'm sorry."

"Look Harry... I know you're busy being Head Auror and whatever, but you need to live a little! You weren't here all of yesterday and tell me that your underlings were sooo busy that their boss had to do all the work!" he scolded, and Gus growled. Draco was starting to hate this punk and his whiny tone.

"I wasn't working all day yesterday, and you didn't owl that you wanted to go out."

"Well, what were you doing then?" he growled with a hint of accusation. "Cause I did check in with Ron, and you weren't at work or with him."

"You checked in? Ron's floo is locked to strangers, and how the fuck did you know that I wasn't home?"

"I w-was going to surprise you, but you never came home," the feeble voice said.

"Surprise me?" Harry spat, and Draco could hear Shadow growling. "Bull-fucking-shit! Don't think I haven't noticed that you "surprise" me in the office, and casually find Ron and I when we go out with our team for some rounds. No, fuck your insecure-controlling bitch-ass. We're done, Justin. Get the fuck out and don't bother calling. I'm changing the wards."

"Harry! Come on! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? I asked you to leave, and you jumped down my throat! No... get out!"

"Leave, huh?" he shrieked, sounding like a hysterical ten-year-old. "I'm on to you, Harry! You found someone else! Haven't you! That's why you were out last night and are busy!"

"Justin, leave."

"Answer me!" he whined. "You... I never thought you would be a cheating prick!"

"I'm not. There's someone here, but there's nothing happened!"

"Liar! You aren't even wearing a shirt! You wouldn't even wander around like that when I was here! You-cheatin'-asshole!"

"Fine. I'm a cheating asshole. Will you leave?"

"I want to know who it is."

"Well, you aren't, and I'll stop you. He's got nothing to do with this!"

"I thought you... were better!"

"I thought you wouldn't be such a whiny bitch. Get the fuck out, before I apparate your cock-hungry ass through my wards!" Harry half-shouted, as the pups barked and Draco snickered.

"Fuck you, Harry! I'll tell everyone that you're a two-timing bastard! The Prophet will love that."

"And when they ask for me a comment, I'll tell that you like calling me 'daddy', insist on calling your prick 'Lord Cum-de-mort' and put out on the first date... before dinner."

Draco had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud.

"W-W-hat... you c-can't!"

"Watch me. I got a few pensive memories that would make Seamus and Dean blush."

"Harry... please...."

"I'm not doing anything unless you force my hand. I didn't cheat on you, and you have no right to share our relationship with anyone else and expect me not to say anything back."

Justin (and Draco assumed it was Finch-Fletchley) let out a frustrated wail and another 'fuck you' to the Chosen One, and then flooed out. Gus came back to him and jumped up in his lap to give him some kisses. Harry remained in the den, muttering under his breath. Draco had precious seconds to straighten out his face and pretend he hadn't been privy to that break-up.

Draco petted Gus, who didn't attempt to steal the remains of his breakfast. He just wanted to be held after all the shouting. Harry came back in, carrying Shadow. Guess it was krup thing. Neither of them liked Finch-Fletchley, and Draco never cared for the clueless Hufflepuff either. Harry sat down and Shadow started licking his plate, again.

"Oh, here," Potter said and put the krup and plate on the floor.

Gus looked down at it jealously, but didn't jump down. Draco fed him a bit of sausage, and dropped them both to the floor, so Gus could eat at his pleasure.

"So... I suppose that was... entertaining... and awkward. Sorry, I've wanted to tell him to fuck off for awhile, but he kept coming back. I fixed the wards... he won't be able to get back in."

"I highly doubt that I need to worry about Finch-Fletchley. Unless he grew some balls, one look from me will send him running, wand or not."

Harry snorted. "Probably."

"Lord Cum-de-mort?" he queried.

Potter went red. "Don't... just don't ask."

Draco nodded and decided to poke. "I... didn't know... that you were... bent."

Potter looked at him. "Really? It's been in every newspaper since... right... you've been living... as a muggle."

"Homeless, you mean? And cut off from the wizarding world. No papers."

"Well, at least I got to tell someone in person."

"Your mates didn't know?"

"No. Just Ginny."

"She realized you preferred cock?" Draco drawled.

Potter laughed. "Something like that. She took me to a gay club and left me alone to get talked up by... guys."

"She left you?"

"She was with Luna."

"Oh, really? Yeah, those two and Neville enjoyed destroying Hogwarts during the war."

"Yeah, they got together. She was feeling pretty guilty about it all and then decided I needed to experiment. Someone spotted me there and took very... explicit photos. And I was the Prophet's sexual deviant for months. They followed me everywhere."

"Your... mates... were okay with it?"

Harry laughed. "Ron was horrified that he had changed in front of me, Hermione hugged and said, 'I always wondered', and the rest were mad that I didn't tell them, but got over it."

Draco smiled. "And you're the Head Auror?"

Harry shrugged. "They were eager to give it to me, but I got the highest arrest record in the department."

"I wasn't challenging it."

"Yeah, well people have. That's why I couldn't give a flying fuck if everyone knows you're here. Fuck 'em. I was tired of living up to their high expectations. It's time to live my life without anyone pulling my strings."

Draco stared at him, somewhat amazed by his declaration. "That sounds like a good way to live, Harry."

Potter blushed. "Thanks. Sorry if it's awkward. I thought you knew."

"It's not awkward... for me. A bit amusing conversation... Justin's cock-hungry, huh? Was that for any prick or just yours? Is yours special?"

Potter went red. "Yes to both, Draco. He liked my popularity, too. I ghosted him awhile back to see if he'd take the hint."

"He seemed a bit desperate, could have let him have it one last time."

"Shut up, Malfoy. Merlin. You're worse than Seamus."

"I live to please."

"I bet do you," Harry drawled.

Draco snorted and then swirled the remains of his orange juice. "I bet. So. did you wait outside my work... all day yesterday?"

"Yes. I confirmed you were there in my cloak and waited outside for you."

"That was... what ten hours?" Draco gasped. "Why?"

"I didn't want to lose you, again, Draco."

"I'm not that... I'm not worth that effort, Potter."

"Don't be self-deprecating, Draco. If I didn't have a scar on my forehead and Voldemort, I would have been a lonely quiet boy. No one would have bothered to talk to me. Well... I mean... besides my dormmates... and Hermione."

"I don't believe that, Harry. I wanted to be your friend. You remember that day we first met?"

"In the robe shop?"

"It was your eyes. You're so full of passion and courage... I was nervous about being alone. You weren't. I was sad when I found out who you were. We could never be friends, or my father would have whipped the skin off my back. But I was content being the thorn in your side, just to... I only felt alive when I was around you."

Harry smirked. "I suppose that's the same for me. Voldemort was an undead monster from my dreams that was always on my mind. But when we were going toe to toe... it was the thrill of the chase... of victory."

"Victory for you, maybe. But I did enjoy your frustration... Merlin... in Snape's class... it was fucking awesome."

"As you said... for you. He was such a prick."

"Being a Slytherin had its perks, though he probably would have still hated you. At least I know we would have been best mates if you were put in Slytherin."

"Do you?"

"No one got in more trouble than you, and I would have helped you destroy that crazy fucker."

"Lunatic. Yeah... I bet you would have. You protect your friends. You saved Goyle... though he ditched you."

"You saved me, even though we tried to kill you."

"You didn't try to kill me. Then or any other time. I nearly got you, though."

Draco rubbed his faint scars on his chest. "It was nothing."

"It nearly broke me. If I had really... I'm sorry. I didn't know what that spell was."

"Well, I'm glad it was me and not your mates."

Harry gave him a look.

"I accept your apology," Draco said and then considered it. "Is it why you're so insist that I stay here."

"Not just. Your mother saved me, Draco. I do owe her, and I've always felt drawn to you... like you just needed saving."

"You couldn't save me then," Draco whispered, rubbing his mark. "I was in too deep."

"I'm glad I can help you now. I knew how scared and frightened you were sixth year."

"Oh... fuck... was I ever! They tortured and killed muggles in front of me," Draco whispered.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry your da was an asshole and made you join him."

"Me too," he breathed and looked at the time. "I need to get ready for work. I need to be there in an hour."

"I'll Side-Along you... when you're ready."

Draco picked up the clean plates off the floor and brought them to the sink. "Thank you for the meal."

"It's not a problem. I'll clean up. It'll only take a few seconds."

"The wonders of magic," Draco laughed lowly and walked toward the stairs, followed by Gus.

Potter followed him. "Draco? Can I ask you something?" He sounded anxious.

Draco turned and nodded, wondering what he was worried about.

"Are you... you know... bent?"

Draco blushed and looked down. "I g-guess."

"Guess?"

"I've a... I've... n-never...."

"Oh... wow... really?"

Fuck, he wanted the floor to swallow him. He didn't think he could be redder.

"Damn, no wonder you were so shaken up on Friday. I'm so sorry, Draco."

He nodded. "You saved me, Potter. Thank you."

"Yeah... I'm glad. Sorry if that was a little personal. I don't want to... upset you."

"By flirting and flaunting your beautiful body around?"

"You think I'm... beautiful?"

Draco went red. "Your muscles are. Not sure about your face."

Harry laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Draco. I don't want it to be awkward. I don't mean to be forward... I just thought... you knew already... before. I didn't bring you here for any... of that. I will be a complete gentleman from now on, okay?"

"It's fine... Harry."

"No. I shouldn't have assumed. But Friday... I swear my only concern was finding you a safe place to sleep. I saw how scared and upset you were. Yesterday... I just couldn't let you disappear, again. Without being your friend, without being anything, and I swear that's all I want."

Draco turned. "Thank you... I wasn't offended. I just...this is all new. I'm spent the last year alone, cold and miserable. I don't know what to feel."

"It's completely understandable, and I'm sorry if I made you feel...."

"You didn't... I mean except asking me that last question. But I asked you... so... I guess we're even."

"I guess."

"I'm going to shower, and I'll be down, shortly."

"Okay," Harry replied.

Draco needed to calm down and, hopefully, the shower would work. Gus followed him into the bathroom and curled up in his boxers when he dropped them on the floor. He smiled and hopped in the shower. A quick wash, dry, dress and hair-potion application later, and he was ready. Gus followed him down to the den.

"Ready?"

"Yeah... thanks, Harry."

"You want to take your extra meal with you?"

"No, I don't get a break."

Harry looked at him, but didn't question it. He offered his hand, and Draco took it. They landed by the dumpster and out of sight of the alleyway entrance. Draco looked and saw no one around.

"I put up muggle Notice-Me-Not charms last night."

Draco gave him a look. "Thanks... I won't get out earlier than twelve. Don't wait out here the whole time, okay?"

"Waiting is half my job, Draco," Harry laughed and gave him a wave and disappeared.

Draco went in for a long grueling day of bussing tables and washing dishes. There was a big football game on, and the place was fuller than usual. It was past one when the last drunk left, and the manager locked the doors. He shorted him even more than yesterday, though the bar had had a great night.

"Please... can I have all of it?" he tried.

"I guess a slag like you hasn't noticed. But everyday... you're going to be lighter until you decide to play ball, Drake. Then you'll get all your pay."

Draco grimaced. "You'll keep at it full pay, if I do?"

"Oh, no... it'll take slowly dipping, again. Couple pounds a night, I think. Stop asking like it's too much. Slags suck cock. What's it going to be?"

Draco blushed, but he didn't want to do it. Just the idea of giving in to the prick when he was living with Harry. It was a bitch to find a job when he had no ID, plus Harry was no doubt watching his every move. He'd know if he started working somewhere else.

"I'll just take this."

"Don't get snappy, whore. I can make much worse for ya, got it?"

He nodded. It wouldn't be worth it to work there before long. He left, and Draco quickly finished his cleaning and walked out the door. Potter was waiting for him, with a smile.

"I'm sorry I was so late. There was a football game on."

"It's fine, Draco. We don't have to worry about that anymore."

"What? Why?"

"I got you something," Potter said and handed him a muggle device.

"What is it? One of those talking-things?"

"A mobile. Just open it. See the green button? Push it twice."

Draco did and Potter coat started ringing, very annoyingly.

He opened his mobile and said, "Hello? Can you hear me?"

He could hear him through the device. "Cool. They really are mini-floos."

Harry laughed. "So, you will call when you are done, and if I'm not home in time for work, okay?"

"Harry... you don't have to do this."

"No, but this alley is rather pungent and annoying to stay in."

"I could have walked."

"Yes... and I can buy us mobiles. I craved your name in it, too, in case there's a question. Come on, Draco. It's not that big of a deal. Just call when you need a lift to and from work."

He nodded and took ahold of Harry's hand. They landed outside of the house and walked to the front door. The krups greeted them in the hall, and Harry walked down into the den first.

"What the hell?" Harry exclaimed.

"What did you apparate out front, Harry?" Ron's voice said.

Fuck.