I got inspired.
No I do not own. If I did there would be no dead Remus or Sirius and a hell of a lot more smut.
Harry looked at Voldemort's body sprawled upon the floor. The cheers that had started as soon as he had fallen were deaf on Harry's ears, who was to captivated at the sight of Voldemort lying there. Harry tore his eyes away only to fix them on the wand in his hand, Malfoy's wand in his hand. He lowered his hand to this side before he was wrapped up in a tangle of arms that belonged to the Weasley's and Hermione. Harry kept his eyes upon Voldemort as they jostled him about. He knew that he should be happy; however, all he felt was numb.
Harry wasn't even aware that Ginny had kissed him on the cheek until Ron hit him on the back. He came out of his stupor and blinked furiously as he tried to regain his composure. He forced a smile upon his face as they led him to the Great Hall. That was the last place he wanted to be. He didn't want to see Remus's body lying on the floor next to a woman that could no way be his wife. He didn't want to see Remus dead. He wanted to see Remus smiling, clapping him on the back…with Sirius close behind.
He shut his eyes as they neared the Great Hall. There was no way he was going to see that sight. There was no way he was going in there. Harry dug his feet into the floor, urging the group to stop. They all looked back at him with startled eyes but all he could mutter out was an apology before he moved silently away towards the freedom of outside. All he wanted was to get away from it all. He was vaguely away of Hermione and Ginny calling out to him but no response worked its way up into his mind.
Upon feeling the cool air of the night on his face Harry let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Slowly he fingered Malfoy's wand in his hand. He didn't want to be here, this didn't feel right. Harry looked back towards the castle before he disappeared.
The constant banging upon his door was not going away no matter how hard he willed it. Harry rolled over in his bed, throwing his arm across his eyes to shield them from the sun that was leaking through the crack in the drapes. He gave a discontented sigh as he made to get out of the bed.
It had been two weeks since the final battle and Harry would admit to anyone who asked that he wasn't feeling like his old self. He had grown use to the constant feeling of being numb and the blank state that his mind seemed to be in. The morning after the battle when Ginny had showed up on the doorstep of Grimwald Place he hadn't even let her in. She had gotten the message quickly that he wanted to be left alone and had apparently passed it on to others since no one other than pesky reporters had bothered him. But they usually came in the afternoon. So who the hell was knocking…no…banging on his door?
Harry staggered down the stairs and into the hallway where the noise of the pounding was intensified. He sighed.
"What do you want!" He bellowed over the noise.
"Potter?"
Harry scrunched his face. He knew that voice but couldn't place it. "Who is it?"
"Potter open the damn door, its cold this morning!"
The voice sounded irritated. Harry made sure that he wasn't missing any piece of clothing that would embarrass him before he opened the door. Harry's face was one of shock when he realized it was Draco Malfoy standing upon his door step.
"Well?" Draco demanded folding his arms elegantly across his chest. Harry noted that the tip of Draco's nose was slightly pink but really couldn't bring himself to care.
"The door is open Malfoy, what do you want?" Harry replied, his tone indifferent.
Draco fixed Harry with a dark gaze. "Why do you think I'm here for? You left the final battle without a word from anyone and it's taken me two bloody weeks to find out where you've been hiding. And now you ask what I want? I want my bloody wand back, Potter!"
Harry rubbed his chin as Draco ranted. "Oh that, I didn't give that back did I?"
The dark look upon Malfoy's face told Harry that he hadn't. He scratched the back of his head. Where had he put the wand? He tried remembering back two weeks to what he had done when he had arrived at Grimwald Place; however, it was all a blur.
"I'm not sure where I put it, hold on." Harry replied as he moved back into the house. He was about to turn around and shut the door when Malfoy closed it himself upon stepping into the house. Harry scowled at him.
"Well I wasn't going to wait out there in the cold." He replied, turning his nose up at Harry while his eyes scanned the house. Kreecher had worked wonders at getting the place back up into its prime; however, Harry was sure that the house was nothing compared to Malfoy Manor.
Harry shuffled into the library and looked among the desk, trying to remember where he had put the wand. "Why didn't you just send a House Elf to come get it?"
"Like I would trust a creature like that to handle my wand! I don't know why I even let you handle it." Draco replied haughtily from his place near the library entrance.
"I stole it from you." Harry mumbled as he looked about the library.
"Yes you did, I'd bring you up on charges but it seems that the whole world is basking in the fact that you just killed the Dark Lord so it's not like it would do me much good." Draco answered. Harry noted the sharp edge to his voice.
"I'm not sure where it is." He mumbled.
"Fine, then I'll look for it myself." Draco retorted, spinning upon his heel to walk briskly down the hall. Harry almost flew after him.
"Don't go through my house!"
"You call this a house? It seems more like a summer home than anything." Draco bit back quickly as he scanned the kitchen. He sneered at not seeing what he wanted and pushed past Harry towards the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going!" Harry shouted as he followed the man.
"To your bedroom, it's possible you left it in there.
"No!" Harry cried as he cut Malfoy off, his brain switching out of its stupor enough to come up with a reasonable excuse. "You do not get to wake me up by pounding on my door and then snoop around in my house like you damn well please. I'll find your wand, just come back tomorrow or something you bloody git!"
Draco peered at Harry down his nose.
"Get out of my house, Malfoy." Harry growled as he pointed back down the stairs. "I do not want you in my sight."
Malfoy glared at Harry before he moved away. "I'll be expecting that wand tomorrow morning Potter."
Harry followed Malfoy back down the stairs and to the front door. He wanted to make sure that the man would be out of his house. Malfoy was barely out of the door when Harry slammed it.
Anger flooded through him. He knew it was useless to get mad at such a thing and frankly he didn't know why he was getting mad at such a thing. He hadn't gotten mad at Ginny when she had come knocking on his door; however, she had also just wanted to talk, she hadn't demanded to be let in and she didn't snoop around his house and almost barge into his room without permission. Harry glared angrily at the door, his mind doing cartwheels in its happiness of finally figuring something out in two weeks.
With his house safely unoccupied Harry made his way back up the stairs with thoughts of returning to sleep settling in. He opened the door to his bedroom and looked at the scattered pictures and papers littered upon the floor. He had dug them all out of Sirius's room after he had discovered how much of a packrat his grandfather had been when it came to the past. In one stack on the floor were letters written between the Mauderers while another one was pictures taken of the four boys through their years in school. Harry had even found a few letters from his mother to Snape, making him think that perhaps his parents had stayed her at some time during their short lives.
He gingerly stepped over a pile of papers that he had accidentally piled near the doorway and made his way towards the bed. Harry sat down heavily upon it and sighed. This was no way to live, he knew that. But it didn't seem like he was willing to break the habit any time soon. Harry glanced at the nightstand where his glasses should have been lying if he hadn't fallen asleep with them on. Instead he found Draco's wand sitting there.
Harry picked it up and fingered it gently. If the bloody git wanted his wand back Harry would give it to him that would get him to leave everything alone. Then he could continue to live like a hermit. Harry replaced the wand and shoved himself off the bed.
If he was going to go tromping around London looking for the Malfoy heir he should at least change out of his sleepwear.
To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He had been told that he would receive his wand back in the morning, not later on that afternoon with a nasty note. Draco picked up the note again and reread it:
Malfoy,
Here's your bloody wand.
Stay out of my life.
Potter
Draco frowned as he ignited the note and watched the ashes fall to the ground. To say that he was disturbed by Potter's behavior would be wrong; however, he was slightly curious as to why the man wasn't stepping into the limelight and soaking up the glory of being the one who defeated the Dark Lord. It didn't take a genius to realize that Harry could have any job he wanted and, with proper training, he'd be good at it. However, the man was choosing to let everything he had learned and everything he had become go to waste.
That just didn't sit well.
Draco pocketed his wand and walked quickly out of his office. Upon graduating he had quickly secured a position within the Ministry and while he would have to work his way up, it was better than having no job and being under the stern thumb of his father. He had moved out of that house as soon as he could, not wanting any remembrance of what had happened there the past year. It was bad enough that his parents were still living there.
He made towards the elevator deep in thought. If there was one person who knew what would be wrong with Harry it would be one of his lemur like friends. Draco quickly punched the elevator key that he needed and waited impatiently for the elevator to bring him to his destination.
He stalked down the hallway before arriving at the door of one Hermione Granger. After knocking once he opened the door to find the girl almost buried behind stacks of files. She looked up briefly before returning to her work. Then she did a double take.
"Malfoy?"
"Granger." Malfoy said curtly as he swept into the room. He had learned respect for her quickly after learning that she out ranked him…by a lot. "I have a question about Potter."
"Why are you asking me?" Hermione replied as she tucked a strand of bushy brown hair behind her ear and continued to read the file before her. "I haven't spoken to him lately."
"I find that odd."
"We were told not to interfere with his life while he was trying to figure something out." She replied curtly.
"So you and the Weasel can't help him?"
The file slapped the desk hard as she glared at him. "What do you want Malfoy? You and I haven't exactly been on the best of terms so I'm not sure why I even told you about problems concerning my friends. But if you're trying to take Harry down then forget about it."
"I'm not trying to do that Granger." Malfoy replied standing up. "He's already done that perfectly fine himself."
"What do you mean?"
Malfoy watched as her eyes grew wide. "I went by there this morning to get my wand back since your dear friend never did return it after he "borrowed" it to defeat the Dark Lord. What I found was one savior of the world living like a hermit and more anxious than a Boggart facing a ridiculus spell."
Granger looked at him with wide eyes.
Malfoy reached for the door handle. "Good day."
Harry looked up from the headline proclaiming him as missing at the persistent knocking upon his front door. He leaned his head out to see into the hallway to try and glimpse the person in the side window but came to no luck. With a sigh he threw the paper down and got up from the table. Today had been a busy day.
He wrenched the door open only to find Malfoy standing there again. Harry glared at him while he leaned in the doorframe. There was no way the bloody git was getting in his house this time. "Yes?"
"Perhaps you could help me out with something." Draco replied resuming the arms over chest posture he had that morning. "I just came from the ministry and the office of Granger to find that she did not know you were living like a hermit."
"I'm surprise you know what a hermit is, isn't that a Muggle term?" Harry cut in.
Malfoy glared at him but over looked the comment, for now. "I found her close to tears when I told her what I had discovered. So answer me this Potter, why is it that you've cut off everyone, even your own friends?"
"Why would I answer you?" Harry retorted, straightening his posture. "What right do you have to that information?"
"Do you even know why?" Draco replied with a small smile. If his hypothesis was correct then the reason why Harry was hiding out was because he felt like something was missing. "My guess would be that you don't know why. You don't know why you're pushing people away; you only know that it feels like the right thing to do."
"How the hell would you know?" Harry exclaimed his hands curling into fists.
Draco took a step forward so that he was only a few inches away from Harry. "I know because I've gone though the same thing. It's what happens when you get to intimate with the Dark Lord as you have done within the last year Potter. I'm not one of you biggest friends, hell, I'll admit that while in school I hated you-"
"You don't now?" Harry spat.
Draco ignored him. "I'll admit that while in school I hated you but I cannot deny that you have saved us all from a life not many of us would have wanted. I myself didn't even want it, just following my parents. So, I feel like I owe it to you and the rest of the Wizarding world to help you get back on your feet."
Harry stepped back into the house, his hand firmly on the door. He gave Malfoy a sickening sweet smile. "Not interested."
Malfoy watched as the door slammed in his face.
Harry's not exactly the nicest person right now, haha.