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Title: What Can I Do?
Rating: R/18
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Warnings: H/D slash, very smutty
Author's Notes: Ok so I said in my last post that this didn't have much plot, I guess the first couple of chapters contain quite a bit, it's after that it gets a bit lost. I'm writing the end at the moment though and more plot has reared its ugly head. Maybe not PWP after all!

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2: Research

Operating door handles was tricky when you hadn’t got the use of your arms or hands, but Draco had instructed Kreacher in the making of a device that meant he could now open the door to his own room and to the bathroom with his foot. He discovered now, when he went downstairs for the first time in a week that Kreacher had gone one step further and put the devices on every door in the house. At least every door downstairs anyway. Draco wondered vaguely what Potter thought of that and whether it had been his idea in the first place or whether he’d just given permission.

He found Potter reading in the library, his head bend over a book, one hand in his hair as if he’d pushed it back from his eyes and then got distracted and never bothered to finish the gesture. Even from the doorway Draco could see the slight frown that marred his features, especially since Harry had long ago got rid of the glasses that had hidden his eyes back when they were at school. Draco was one of the few people who hadn’t been surprised the first day Potter had turned up at the office without them. Glasses and Auror work did not go well together, he only wondered why it had taken the git so long to realise that.

Since Potter obviously hadn’t heard him come in Draco stepped forward and cleared his throat to attract his attention. He’d come to say something and he needed to say it as soon as possible before his courage completely failed him. It didn’t help when Potter dropped the book and practically leapt out of his chair at the sight of him.

“Malfoy!” he exclaimed, as if he’d actually forgotten that Draco was living in the house, “Is everything ok?”

“No Potter. I need you to undress me.”

Oh shit. He really hadn’t meant it to sound like that. That was not the carefully rehearsed speech he’d had in his head. Why the hell had the sight of Potter taken all his words away? How did the git always manage to make him look stupid just by being there? His only consolation was that Potter looked equally stupid, standing there gawping like a fish.

“What I mean is,” Draco said carefully, trying to make sure his next words didn’t make the situation worse, “Kreacher is all very well but I really can’t tell you how awful it is being dressed and undressed by a house-elf. It’s so… so…” He wasn’t going to say demeaning. Somehow saying that out loud in front of Potter would make it worse. “Well, his hands are cold, and they feel weird, and it’s just not very nice.” It was a lame ending, but it was the best he could come up with right now. At least Potter had stopped gawping, though his expression, midway between amusement and disbelief wasn’t much of an improvement.

“So let me get this straight Malfoy,” he said slowly, “You want me to dress you because my house-elf’s hands irritate your sensitive skin?” The expression was definitely more amusement now Draco decided and he stuck his nose in the air, trying his best to maintain a sense of dignity. He’d lost too much to give up what little was left.

“I didn’t say that Potter. Have you ever been dressed by a house-elf? Have you even looked at their hands? Of course if it’s too much trouble don’t bother.”

He certainly wasn’t going to wait for a reply to that. Malfoys did not hang around hopefully at the mercy of other people. Malfoys always took control of the situation. It was one of the few of his parent’s lessons that had actually been worth keeping hold of after the War.

“Wait Malfoy.” Potter was actually coming after him as he made his way down the hall to the stairs. He stopped and turned, one eyebrow raised, trying desperately to give the impression that he was stopping as a favour to Potter, not because he was hopeful that he wouldn’t have to face another night of Kreacher flapping around him, fussing and bowing and apologising for the inconvenience whilst he was semi-naked.

“I’ll help you get undressed ok?” Potter was giving him a look now that Draco had sometimes seen him use when he was trying to bargain with a suspect. “But if there’s any more whining than strictly necessary you can forget it. Deal?”

Draco regarded him sniffily for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘more than strictly necessary’. Draco didn’t whine. Not much anyway. He could certainly stop if it meant not having to suffer from a house-elf undressing again.

In the end he nodded and resumed his journey upstairs with Potter following.


“Ouch Potter! Can’t you be more careful? I value those particular parts of my anatomy quite highly you know.”

Potter snorted derisively, which Draco had to admit was better than Kreacher’s reaction to his complaints which was to bow and scrape and apologise until Draco was completely sick of hearing it.

“And do you have to kneel in front of me whilst you do that? It’s a bit…”

Another snort. Harry stopped undoing the front of his trousers and looked up at his face, which Draco thought was probably only making his cheeks flush more. Why the hell had he even brought that up?

“Where do you suggest I kneel? Behind you?”

“I don’t need you looking at my arse Potter.” Draco thought he’d rallied quite well, even if his cheeks were still a bit hot. “I know it’s delightful but it isn’t for your eyes.”

“Too late, I already walked up the stairs behind you and I have to tell you you’ve got a skinny arse.”

Draco spluttered ineffectually as Potter resumed working at the fastenings on his trousers.

“I do not have a skinny arse!” he managed to get out eventually as Potter slid down his pants and boxers in one swift movement. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Undressing you.” Potter actually looked confused at that, but Draco hadn’t missed the speculative look that he’d given a very specific area of his body as it had come into view. Not that Draco was embarrassed. He had no idea what Potter was keeping in his pants, but Draco knew he certainly wasn’t lacking in that area and had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Whatever Potter, I saw you looking.” He moved towards the bed and sat himself down on the edge, raising his legs in the air so that Potter could fully remove his pants. “Like what you see?”

“Shut up Malfoy.” If Potter grabbed his pants and yanked them off a little harder than necessary it was well worth it to see the stain of red creeping over his cheeks. Draco let him put his pyjama bottoms on in silence, refused the offer of the pyjama top and then induced a look of relief on Potter’s face by saying that he was fine with Kreacher helping him with the rest of his before bed routine.

“Thanks Potter,” he called, as the other man opened the door to leave. He froze with his hand on the handle and turned slowly, his jaws hanging open slightly as he looked at Draco.

“What was that?” Really Potter looked incredibly stupid, because even after he’d spoken he continued to look as if his jaw was going to hit the floor any moment.

“I said thank you Potter, is something wrong with your hearing?”

“No, it’s just…” Potter shook his head and seemed to rally, “You’re welcome Malfoy.”

He left, leaving Draco to grin smugly as the door closed behind him. Yes, he had been right. Having Potter dress him was definitely better than having Kreacher do it.


The very worse thing about not being able to use his arms was that it meant spending the first few minutes of the day desperately thinking the unsexiest thoughts he possibly could in order to get rid of the problem he was waking up with every morning.

Actually that wasn’t the worst thing. The very worst thing was the lack of sex. Draco really really liked sex. He had it a lot, mostly with any bloke that was half decent who would have him, although he and Blaise had a very convenient little arrangement that meant he got it regularly even when he couldn’t find anyone else. Every other night was usually his absolute minimum. A week without sex was horrible. Draco was beginning to suspect three months without it would probably kill him.

It was also getting harder to get rid of his morning problem and as he shifted awkwardly under the blankets Draco realised he really shouldn’t have thought of the word harder given the circumstances.

He groaned and tried to imagine Pansy naked, which pretty much always usually worked. When that didn’t there was always Millicent naked to fall back on, though since that particular image also made him slightly nauseous he tried not to use it except in an emergency. Luckily Pansy was enough this morning and when he felt more in control he rolled out of bed and summoned Kreacher to the bathroom.

After the first disastrous shower the house-elf had taken to cleaning him by magic, which didn’t exactly give him the refreshed feel of a shower, but was a lot less awkward. He let the elf brush his hair and clean his teeth before he traipsed back to the bedroom and asked Kreacher to get Potter.

To his credit Potter did actually respond to the summons and appeared a few minutes later. He dressed him without fuss and today Draco found that he was more interested in following Potter’s quick, graceful movements than he was in teasing him. It was fairly astonishing to realise that Potter did everything the way he played Quidditch, quickly and gracefully and with an odd sort of intensity.

He only realised he was lost in thought when Potter cleared his throat and Draco blinked to find Harry staring up at him from where he was kneeling on the floor.

“This kneeling in front of me is really becoming a habit Potter,” he drawled to hide his embarrassment at effectively being caught staring at Potter, even if his mind had been elsewhere.

“Sit down Malfoy, I need to put your socks on.”

Potter didn’t look anywhere near as graceful when he was scowling Draco realised and he sat down with a slight huff of frustration that Potter hadn’t risen to his bait this time. What had happened to the embarrassed flush from last night?

He let Potter put his socks on, refused the shoes, since he wasn’t planning to go outside and then thanked Potter again as he went out the room. At least this time Potter didn’t attempt to catch flies with his face, he simply raised an eyebrow and nodded in acknowledgement before he left. An improvement Draco thought, though what it was an improvement on he didn’t really know.


He ate the breakfast Kreacher fed to him without complaining, feeling a little better about the fact that the house-elf wasn’t doing everything for him now. Why he felt better about Potter doing something for him he couldn’t really explain, because Potter was actually the last person he’d have wanted to do anything for him a few weeks ago. His only explanation, which at least sounded plausible in his head, was that Potter made a change and since he was helping only reluctantly Draco didn’t feel quite so guilty about being rude to him.

After breakfast, and after making sure Potter had left for work, Draco did actually venture downstairs and explore the rest of the house. He settled eventually in what seemed to be the sitting room with a book. At least he sat down and Kreacher carefully held the book at the right height for reading and dutifully turned the page whenever Draco instructed him to. It wasn’t ideal and when he had to leave to make lunch, and then later dinner, Draco realised just how boring it had been to sit in his room for a week doing nothing except thinking his own rather morbid thoughts. This at least was a step up from that, though Draco didn’t really think it would keep him entertained for a whole three months. He was going to have to find something else at some point.

He made sure he had gone back to his room before Potter got home from work and left him alone until after dinner. He hadn’t really intended to speak to him until it was time for him to get undressed, but a week of isolation had made him realise just how much he valued company. He’d always thought he was happy on his own, he’d never been one for getting close to people and usually the company of his colleagues in the Auror office, such as it was, was enough. Now though he had realised that whilst it was enough it was also necessary. He did need people and right now the only person available was Potter.

“What are you doing?”

He’d located Potter in the library again, his head buried in yet another book so that when Draco had spoken he had very nearly thrown the book across the room in shock.

“Looking for a cure,” he said, when he’d recovered.

“For what?” Draco sat himself down primly in a chair just across from where Potter was sitting and looked at the titles of the books he had piled on the table next to him.

“For you.”

Well that was surprising. Draco hissed a breath through his teeth and frowned in confusion.

“Why?” That just got him a shrug, so he pressed on with, “I thought you agreed with the Healer that there was no cure. You made me leave her alone.”

“You were upset Malfoy, I wasn’t going to let you start yelling at the poor woman. She was doing her best.” Merlin, was Potter actually rolling his eyes at him? “I went back to check anyway and ask the questions you would have asked if you hadn’t been so upset. There isn’t a known cure, but that doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist.”

“Oh.” Draco wasn’t sure what to say to that. Why on earth was Potter bothering to research a cure for someone he didn’t even like?

“Don’t flatter yourself Malfoy. I quite liked having my house to myself you know.”

“Oh.” Of course that was it. Potter wanted him out of the way. Why hadn’t he thought of that? “I suppose I should help.”

“If you want.”

Why wouldn’t he want? This was the most hopeful he’d felt in a week. Why hadn’t he thought of trying to find a cure earlier? That would have been the sensible thing to do. Now he was indebted to Potter for yet another thing.

He only realised he was frowning when Potter cleared his throat. “These are the books I’ve found so far that might be useful.” He waved a hand at the pile next to him and waited for Draco’s nod of acknowledgement before he turned back to his own book. Draco summoned Kreacher and began the process of trying to research whilst giving instructions to a house-elf about exactly when to turn the page and which chapters to show him. Only the newfound hope that he held prevented him from losing his patience entirely.


Final Notes: Comments will be much loved. I haven't written anything in a while so I'm open to suggestions for improvements (or you could just tell me you love it :P)

Date: 2015-01-08 12:23 am (UTC)
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I am reading and I am enjoying this. :)

Date: 2015-01-08 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Glad you're enjoying it and thanks for the comment! :)

Date: 2015-01-08 07:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is a very good story. I have not read any like it before. ☺

Date: 2015-01-08 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Glad you're enjoying it. I've posted the next chapter :)

Date: 2015-01-09 01:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like your Draco :) he is so spot on! and Harry is so delightfully normal!


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