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An Unexpected Visitor	By : lissagal99 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-An Unexpected Visitor
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Harry Potter stared at the blonde. Before he could process what was going on the man had dropped to his knees before him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't call the police. I'm sorry! I'll go! I'm sorry!" He was rambling and Harry was hardly listening anyhow. All he knew was that he had heard noises coming from his bathroom and when he tried to investigate he found a wet blonde. Harry wondered how he'd even gotten through his wards.

"How did you get in here?"

The man on the floor looked up at him with big eyes. "I... the window. I just wanted a shower. I'm sorry."

Harry's eyes widened. He hadn't assumed it would be a muggle. "Which window?"

"The living room window. Please can I go?" the blonde pleaded.

Harry would've understood his bedroom window, on the second floor, he left that unlocked and sometimes even open for owl mail. But he couldn't remember ever opening any other window for owl mail. "It was open?"

"Can I go?" The blonde pleaded once more. "I'm sorry and I'll leave and I won't come back."

"And you'll tell all of your sewer rat friends where to take a shower. Was it open?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it was. And I won't!"

This was not how Harry had hoped to be spending his evening. "What are you 16?"

"I'm 19," was the reply.

"Of course you are, because if you weren't at least 17 I'd have to take you back to your parents," Harry said.

"I'll do anything for you not to call the cops. Anything."

Harry turned and walked from the room, he sat on the edge of his bed wondering what to do. Perhaps he should’ve been a little more frantic but he was sure the boy was doing enough panicking for the both of them. And that’s when he felt it. He felt warm hands massaging his thighs. He looked down to see only wet hair, the boy was using it as a shield, he couldn’t face Harry. He didn’t have a clue what he was doing, Harry surmised. But that didn’t keep it from feeling good. So Harry let him for a while. He let the boy massage his thighs and he let those hands tremble as they reached the juncture between his legs and he gasped as the boy moved his hand over him. And he pushed in his hand a bit when the boy didn't add any pressure.

“Okay, thats enough.” Harry stated. But the boy continued, now looking at him, questioning. “That's enough.” And this time Harry pried the boys hands from him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please don’t call the police.” He pleaded again. And this time Harry noticed that he’d sat himself directly next to the phone by his bed, of course.

“What in the world would posses anyone to enter a stranger’s home?” Harry asked shaking his head. “Do you know the danger you could be putting yourself in?”

“I - everything’s dangerous.”

“When a child decides he doesn’t need help. When you run away, that's when you make everything dangerous.”

“I’m 19.”

This was getting nowhere.

The boy stood, still trembling. Harry closed his eyes and the boy slowly made for the door. Harry was going to let him go. He wasn’t dangerous. He was young. He seemed to need help but Harry did not need to be the one to give it.

He was going to let him go. That’s why he let him get to the bedroom door. That’s why he let him run down the stairs. That's why he let him reach the front door. But before he could escape a thought came to his mind. His house was perfectly warded. Unplottable. Notice-me-not charms for muggles. And his first floor windows were all locked, no matter what he'd just been told.

And so, as the blonde pulled on the front door and smelled freedom, the door slammed shut. At first, the blonde thought the man had reached him because the door had closed so solidly. But he was at the base of the stairs. The blonde looked up to see him there. Harry's hair stood on end, his eyes were angry, and in his hand a long wooden stick.

“Who sent you!” he shouted. Draco simply stared. “You’re no muggle. Who sent you?” This time deadly quiet.

Draco knew now that he’d made a mistake. He’d thought this man was safe. He’d seen him read quietly on his porch. He’d seen him in his garden tending to flowers. He’d seen him stretching and mediating. And he’d underestimated him.

“No one, I just… I… saw the house was empty and I …” Draco stopped. His eyes got big as a large tawny owl flew into the room. It landed on the man’s shoulder and held out his leg. The man seemed to quickly move the stick around. A short scroll flew from the owl’s leg and the man seemed to scan it for information, his eyebrows creased. He mumbled to himself before looking back up at Draco.

“You’re staying here. For now.” Draco simply stared. “I’m not… going to hurt you.” The owl flew back up the stairs. “Right.”

“You can leave, soon. I won’t call the police but you… can’t leave just yet. I have a friend coming, she can help.”

Draco tried for the door again, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in an unnatural way; the knob did not move in any direction no matter how hard he pulled and twisted. So as the man neared saying, “I’m sorry. My name is Harry and I’m not going to hurt you.” Draco moved away from the door to keep the distance between himself and the man.

Now they were separated by the living room sofa and the low table in the center of the room. Draco knew there was another exit through the kitchen but he didn’t think he’d make it that far.

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound and the front door swung open as if it hadn’t been stuck at all. A woman with calm eyes walked in and surveilled the room. She looked at Harry as if to scold him and then gave Draco a small smile.

“Hi there.”

“I just want to go.”

“Of course, you can go. Whenever you like. I’m just here to help.” She kept her body turned towards Draco but she began to address Harry. “For goodness sake, put it away Harry.” He flicked his arm and the stick seemed to disappear altogether.

“Harry’s made a mistake, I see. He’s not going to hurt you, in fact, he’s leaving.” Harry began to speak. “He’s leaving.” She repeated.

Harry walked out of the front door. He closed the door behind him. “My name is Hermione.” Draco heard a car door open and close. “What is your name?”

It was getting hard for Draco to breathe. “He’s leaving.” The car started and Draco heard it pull out of the driveway. She didn’t say anything else.

“Draco.”

She moved to sit in one of the spindly chairs by the sofa. “Will you sit with me?”

“I need to go.”

“Yes, I just need to know what happened. Because, Harry is my friend. And right now he’s in a lot of trouble.”

“I— he didn’t do anything.”

She let out out a breath. “Good. I’m glad to hear that.” She gestured towards the sofa. He didn’t move.

“You seem a bit young for him.”

“I’m 19.”

“Harry usually dates a bit older, is all.” Draco looked at the ground.

“I just want to go.” He kept saying it. He felt like a broken record, like his words didn't mean anything. Like he was just filling void. He needed to be heard.

A loud sound came from upstairs, Draco tripped over his own feet trying to see. He landed sprawled on the floor as another owl came flying in. This one was smaller than the first.

Hermione seemed to argue with it before it finally unleashed a scroll off it’s leg. She scanned it quickly before looking skeptically at Draco.

“Draco, what do you think is going on?”

Draco looked up at her from his spot on the floor. “I… I’m sorry I broke into the house. I just… I promise. I swear I only wanted a shower.”

Her eyebrows knitted together. “And then what…”

“I… he… let me go but the front door it… I couldn’t get it open, then… the owls… pet owls? I don’t know. I didn’t see anything, I swear.”

“Are you…” She stopped. “Do you know who’s home this is?”

“He said his name… was Harry.”

“And if I said he was Harry Potter.” Draco continued to stare. “The Harry Potter.”

“I… is he famous?”

Hermione held out her hand, “A bit, yeah.” He took it and she helped him up. “I’m sorry, Draco. This is quite confusing isn’t it.”

“I didn’t know he was famous. I’ve never really watched anything on the telly before.” She smiled at him and put her hand on his chest. He looked down at it and felt a light pressure as she pushed him onto the sofa. He knew no more.
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