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Title: The Recovery Boys Part XVII
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content

Summary: The war is over...OK, now what? Harry Potter feels like he can really start living life! While one Draco Malfoy is about to give up on it after losing almost everything. Can these two lonely boys find salvation? Together? In each other?

***This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.

Harry stood with his hands clenched, breathing heavily. What the hell had just happened? Harry put a hand over his chest, gripping the material of his shirt. He realized he was shaking pretty badly. Was it out of anger? Shock? Was he frightened? Harry went to the cabinet and pulled out a glass. He slumped over to the sink and turned the faucet on, letting the water run cold. He let himself stand limply over the sink. He filled his glass and raised it to his lips. There was a sudden flash of lightning and Harry dropped the glass in surprise. The glass fell to the floor and shattered into many pieces. Harry stared at the remains of his glass. He glanced out the window. Draco was out in that. Draco was out in the rain. Draco was out in the rain, out in the middle of the street, out where he could be easily caught. HOLY HELL!

Harry didn't think twice. He burst out of the apartment, down the stairs, and out the front door into the pouring rain. The rain was coming down heavier than it had appeared to be from inside. And Harry suddenly wished that he and Draco were curled up on the couch together, watching some ridiculous Muggle movie.

"Draco!" Harry called into the storm. "Draco, come back!" Harry didn't see him anywhere, though it was almost impossible to see far ahead because of the rain. Harry knew he couldn't stop it or fight it.

Harry looked left and then right. Which way did Draco go? Which way would he go? Harry paused, placing his hand across his heart. He closed his eyes. As another flash of lightning struck, Harry opened his eyes, turned right and started running. Draco. He had to find Draco. Harry prayed to whatever gods there were to make Draco be alright. What had Harry been thinking when he had said all of those horrible things to Draco? How could he question whether Draco loved him or not? Why was Harry always flying off the handle? Harry knew he seriously needed to address his anger problem and his tendency to blow up at completely innocent people. It was going to get him into trouble some day. Actually come to think of it, it already had.

Harry's shoe, all of a sudden, caught on something and Harry found himself falling to the ground. Scraping his knee in the process.

"Ow," Harry said. His skinned knee was bleeding freely. The blood was dripping onto the sidewalk and being washed away with the rain. Harry pulled himself up, wiping his knee and cringing a little from the pain. Harry shook himself a bit and started running again.

He ran past the apartments. Everyone was most likely inside, complaining about the rain. Harry would have given just about anything to be inside listening to Draco complain. Harry ran past the swing sets in the park. The rain collected itself on the seats of the swings. If it wasn't raining tomorrow, some child would have to dump the water out of the seat before taking a turn. They would still be getting the back of their pants wet, anyway.

"Draco!" Harry cried. He was beginning to get desperate. Maybe Draco had gone the other way. Maybe he had Apparated somewhere far away. A place Harry would never be able to find him. Harry hated thinking that could happen. But as Draco was nowhere to be found, it might be true.

"Oh, Draco," Harry whispered. He stopped running and crouched down in the middle of the sidewalk. He braced one hand on the ground and laid his other arm across his knees, laying his forehead on his arm. His skinned knee stung angrily in protest. Harry ignored it. How could he have let this happen? He had made so many mistakes with Draco. Harry wouldn't blame Draco at all if he never wanted to see him again in his life. Sure, Harry had been angry, but he should have talked it out like an adult. He really was just still a kid. Draco, too. Neither of them was innocent in this matter. They were both acting like spoiled brats. They weren't being honest with each other. Harry wanted to start all over again. He wanted to be with Draco. That was obvious.

Have a nice life, Potter!

Draco's harsh parting words played over and over again in Harry's head. Harry didn't want that to be the last thing Draco ever said to him. Harry felt the hot tears begin to form in his eyes. But like the blood, his tears, too, were being washed away in the rain.

"I lost him in the rain," Harry said to himself. Harry pulled himself off the ground. He supposed he should just go home. It wouldn't be much of a home without Draco.

"Harry?"

Was he just imagining it? That voice sounded like Draco. Squinting through the rain, Harry could make out a figure moving quickly to him.

It was. "Draco!" Harry shouted. He began running towards him. Draco started running, too. They met in the middle in a passionate embrace. Harry immediately began kissing Draco all over his face.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Harry breathed between kisses. They were both entirely soaked at this point, though neither of them cared. "I love you Dray...I love you so much. Please don't leave me...I can't live without you."

Draco was crying now. Silent tears being washed away by the rain and Harry's kisses.

"I also..." Draco choked. He clung to Harry desperately, like a drowning man.

"Come home with me, Dray," Harry pleaded. "Please, it's where you belong."

"But the Death Eaters..." Draco began.

"I don't care," Harry said, kissing him quickly on the lips. "Merlin help us, I don't care."

"We'll die!" Draco insisted, pulling at Harry's soaking shirt. "They'll kill us. Don't you see? That was only the start! They'll be after me forever. But you don't have to die with me. You have more of a chance than me. You should take it, Harry."

Hearing his given name on Draco's lips gave Harry a sudden new strength.

"Draco, I'd rather be dead with you than alive with anyone else." Dear Lord, that didn't sound right. But at that moment, Harry didn't care how crazy he sounded. All he wanted was Draco with him always. "Please, come home with me."

Draco took in the expression on Harry's face for a moment. How could he say no to Harry? How could he not be with him? They were alike, and so different at the same time. They were like day and night. Finally Draco nodded. Harry beamed and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, leading him back to the flat. The rain seemed to wash away the past with every step, as they made their way home.

When they got to their apartment, they both got out of their wet clothes and climbed into bed. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed him on the forehead, then on the nose and finally on the mouth. Draco sighed when the kiss ended and laid his head down on Harry's chest, and together they fell asleep. The rain had quieted down at this point, but neither of them knew it. They slept on, ready for whatever tomorrow brought for them.

It was never going to be easy. They were always going to have problems. That was the road of recovery. They had both been through so much. But at least now, they were in it together. They wouldn't have to be alone anymore. After all, isn't that all two recovering boys could ever hope for?

~The End~

Description
Title: The Recovery Boys Part XVII
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content

Summary: The war is over...OK, now what? Harry Potter feels like he can really start living life! While one Draco Malfoy is about to give up on it after losing almost everything. Can these two lonely boys find salvation? Together? In each other?

***This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.

Harry stood with his hands clenched, breathing heavily. What the hell had just happened? Harry put a hand over his chest, gripping the material of his shirt. He realized he was shaking pretty badly. Was it out of anger? Shock? Was he frightened? Harry went to the cabinet and pulled out a glass. He slumped over to the sink and turned the faucet on, letting the water run cold. He let himself stand limply over the sink. He filled his glass and raised it to his lips. There was a sudden flash of lightning and Harry dropped the glass in surprise. The glass fell to the floor and shattered into many pieces. Harry stared at the remains of his glass. He glanced out the window. Draco was out in that. Draco was out in the rain. Draco was out in the rain, out in the middle of the street, out where he could be easily caught. HOLY HELL!

Harry didn't think twice. He burst out of the apartment, down the stairs, and out the front door into the pouring rain. The rain was coming down heavier than it had appeared to be from inside. And Harry suddenly wished that he and Draco were curled up on the couch together, watching some ridiculous Muggle movie.

"Draco!" Harry called into the storm. "Draco, come back!" Harry didn't see him anywhere, though it was almost impossible to see far ahead because of the rain. Harry knew he couldn't stop it or fight it.

Harry looked left and then right. Which way did Draco go? Which way would he go? Harry paused, placing his hand across his heart. He closed his eyes. As another flash of lightning struck, Harry opened his eyes, turned right and started running. Draco. He had to find Draco. Harry prayed to whatever gods there were to make Draco be alright. What had Harry been thinking when he had said all of those horrible things to Draco? How could he question whether Draco loved him or not? Why was Harry always flying off the handle? Harry knew he seriously needed to address his anger problem and his tendency to blow up at completely innocent people. It was going to get him into trouble some day. Actually come to think of it, it already had.

Harry's shoe, all of a sudden, caught on something and Harry found himself falling to the ground. Scraping his knee in the process.

"Ow," Harry said. His skinned knee was bleeding freely. The blood was dripping onto the sidewalk and being washed away with the rain. Harry pulled himself up, wiping his knee and cringing a little from the pain. Harry shook himself a bit and started running again.

He ran past the apartments. Everyone was most likely inside, complaining about the rain. Harry would have given just about anything to be inside listening to Draco complain. Harry ran past the swing sets in the park. The rain collected itself on the seats of the swings. If it wasn't raining tomorrow, some child would have to dump the water out of the seat before taking a turn. They would still be getting the back of their pants wet, anyway.

"Draco!" Harry cried. He was beginning to get desperate. Maybe Draco had gone the other way. Maybe he had Apparated somewhere far away. A place Harry would never be able to find him. Harry hated thinking that could happen. But as Draco was nowhere to be found, it might be true.

"Oh, Draco," Harry whispered. He stopped running and crouched down in the middle of the sidewalk. He braced one hand on the ground and laid his other arm across his knees, laying his forehead on his arm. His skinned knee stung angrily in protest. Harry ignored it. How could he have let this happen? He had made so many mistakes with Draco. Harry wouldn't blame Draco at all if he never wanted to see him again in his life. Sure, Harry had been angry, but he should have talked it out like an adult. He really was just still a kid. Draco, too. Neither of them was innocent in this matter. They were both acting like spoiled brats. They weren't being honest with each other. Harry wanted to start all over again. He wanted to be with Draco. That was obvious.

Have a nice life, Potter!

Draco's harsh parting words played over and over again in Harry's head. Harry didn't want that to be the last thing Draco ever said to him. Harry felt the hot tears begin to form in his eyes. But like the blood, his tears, too, were being washed away in the rain.

"I lost him in the rain," Harry said to himself. Harry pulled himself off the ground. He supposed he should just go home. It wouldn't be much of a home without Draco.

"Harry?"

Was he just imagining it? That voice sounded like Draco. Squinting through the rain, Harry could make out a figure moving quickly to him.

It was. "Draco!" Harry shouted. He began running towards him. Draco started running, too. They met in the middle in a passionate embrace. Harry immediately began kissing Draco all over his face.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Harry breathed between kisses. They were both entirely soaked at this point, though neither of them cared. "I love you Dray...I love you so much. Please don't leave me...I can't live without you."

Draco was crying now. Silent tears being washed away by the rain and Harry's kisses.

"I also..." Draco choked. He clung to Harry desperately, like a drowning man.

"Come home with me, Dray," Harry pleaded. "Please, it's where you belong."

"But the Death Eaters..." Draco began.

"I don't care," Harry said, kissing him quickly on the lips. "Merlin help us, I don't care."

"We'll die!" Draco insisted, pulling at Harry's soaking shirt. "They'll kill us. Don't you see? That was only the start! They'll be after me forever. But you don't have to die with me. You have more of a chance than me. You should take it, Harry."

Hearing his given name on Draco's lips gave Harry a sudden new strength.

"Draco, I'd rather be dead with you than alive with anyone else." Dear Lord, that didn't sound right. But at that moment, Harry didn't care how crazy he sounded. All he wanted was Draco with him always. "Please, come home with me."

Draco took in the expression on Harry's face for a moment. How could he say no to Harry? How could he not be with him? They were alike, and so different at the same time. They were like day and night. Finally Draco nodded. Harry beamed and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, leading him back to the flat. The rain seemed to wash away the past with every step, as they made their way home.

When they got to their apartment, they both got out of their wet clothes and climbed into bed. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed him on the forehead, then on the nose and finally on the mouth. Draco sighed when the kiss ended and laid his head down on Harry's chest, and together they fell asleep. The rain had quieted down at this point, but neither of them knew it. They slept on, ready for whatever tomorrow brought for them.

It was never going to be easy. They were always going to have problems. That was the road of recovery. They had both been through so much. But at least now, they were in it together. They wouldn't have to be alone anymore. After all, isn't that all two recovering boys could ever hope for?

~The End~