A/N: Hello everyone! My name is Kyra and I adopted this story from Requiem Of The Nameless Death, (xDivineBitchOfAPurebloodWitch); The Prologue and the first chapter are written by This Flawed Reflection. The second and third chapters are written by Requiem Of The Nameless Death, (xDivineBitchOfAPurebloodWitch). Chapters 4 and on will be written by me.
Original Sins – Prologue.
The rain pattered softly off the tinted glass of the office windows, the dark clouds outside reflecting the current mood of one Draco Malfoy as he stared outside in melancholy contemplation. Mid week and his mind state had reached that depressive slump that always accompanied Wednesday s, brought about by lack of business and extreme boredom. It wasn't like he had anything to look forward to when he returned home either; just an apartment far too large for the two people it housed and a wife who was about as enticing to him as a decomposing donkey. Oh, it wasn't that Astoria was ugly; if anything she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever had the fortune (or misfortune if you took into account his current predicament) to lay eyes on, "quite a catch" as his father had put it.
It was a real shame that Lucius Malfoy believed whatever his thoughts were, his son would share them. He and Narcissa were so determined to ensure Draco was a success, dictating his entire life to him as he went. He really shouldn't have been so surprised when he found out that that extended to arranged marriage as well. Draco Malfoy was going to be the perfect man and who better to be his wife than Astoria Greengrass; rich, young and beautiful, the ultimate trophy for an aspiring businessman?
His wedding had been among the most damning days of his life; the prison bars slamming down to cage him eternally. His wedding night, if anything, had been even worse.
You see, Draco carried with him a secret that would have the rest of his oh so superior family up in arms at the shame of it all; he was gay and there was denying it.
It's such a cliché,he thought with a sneer. The unhappy gay trapped in a sham marriage with someone he loves not as a wife or sexual partner but as a sister.But it always seemed to happen to his kind, no matter how much more accepting the world was today. There were still people who were backwards and set in their ways, people who refused to move with the times, people like his parents. All they cared about was wealth and power; they had never cared about him or his feelings and most likely never would. To them, status was everything; Draco was simply another means with which to achieve that status.
"You're not still moping, are you?" a grumpy voice demanded and the familiar figure of well-known gossip Pansy Parkinson dropped into the seat beside him, dark hair tumbling out of its messy bun and framing a face which was characteristically set into a frown. She casually examined her reflection, puckering up her lips so as to better check her lipstick. "I don't see what you've got to moan about; it could be a lotworse." She shot his a look out of the corner of her eye and Draco sighed, returning the glance with a withering stare. This was typical Pansy; assume the world revolved around her and her alone. Some days, he wondered why he was even friends with the woman.
"Pansy, I'm married to someone I don't even love; how could it be any worse?" he deadpanned.
"At least you have someone." Was the quite reply and the blonde massaged his temples slowly, already sensing the coming waterworks before they even began. She may have known of Draco's numerous marital problems and his other…secret, but she never would be able to understand, not when she was still so hung up over the loss of her boyfriend of two years. Draco had told her it would end this way but had she listened? Well, the answer was staring him in the face, expression clearly stating that Draco should be grateful that he had someone who loved him dearly, his own feelings not withstanding.
"It's not fair on Astoria; she deserves someone who can actually reciprocate her feelings, not just put on a mask and pretend." He retorted, resting his chin on his head and continuing to stare stubbornly out of the window. "Oh, she acts happy but you can see it in her face; she's fed up of me."
Pansy raised a doubtful eyebrow. "That's not what I've been hearing. According to Astoria, and I quote her exact words, "the sex is bloody amazing."
"For her maybe."
"Good god; you're a bloody nightmare! Now I see your point about she might not be able to stand you! What happened to the Draco who came out partying with me and got completely and utterly rat-arsed then had the cheek to blame me in the morning? I liked that Draco; he was fun!"
The blonde's answer was short and bitter. "I got married."
At this, Pansy's expression grew cold and she stood up, flicking her hair out of her face. "Fine. If you're going to be like that then you can go find Blaise and moan to him instead! Don't say I didn't try!"
Draco didn't so much as blink when she flounced out of the office, glumly returning to his computer which he had been neglecting for the last hour or so. Go moan to Blaise…Hah. He would but he already knew what the dark skinned man would tell him, having practically memorized his "young and free" speech off by heart; you're not even 25, Draco; learn to live! Astoria wouldn't mind if you go out drinking once in a while or stay out late with mates, not when you've been her perfect model husband these last four years! Besides, as they say, what the wife doesn't know can't hurt her.
The Malfoy heir could remember his shock at Blaise's apparent disregard for marital vows but then again, Zabini was something of a womanizer (or a sex addict as Pansy so bluntly put it in that friend-winning manner of hers), rarely holding down a relationship for longer than two weeks at a time.
What the wife doesn't know can't hurt her…Those words continued to echo in Draco's mind as he gazed blankly at the computer monitor, chewing thoughtfully on his lip. Learn to live, Draco!Without thinking, his hand moved the mouse across the home screen of its own accord, clicking on the internet and bringing up Google. Everyone strays once in a while; why should you be the exception? His conscience battled with his selfish side as his fingers hovered over the keyboard, just itching to type out those familiar words that were known by everyone yet never spoken in public. Go on; it's only this one time! Indulge yourself because this could be the only chance you get!
Selfishness won out eventually and he caved in, guilt already pricking at his mind which Draco thought stupid because there was nothing to say he was actually going to act on this hair brained idea, nothing to say he was actually going to pay out for…
The elegant curves of the webpage of The Burrow, London's best known high-class escort service, appeared, a single pale hand inviting him in to the home page. A click later and he was there, scrolling through profile after profile of god like figures, hungry eyes taking in each handsome form. You're only looking, Draco,he told himself sternly, keep that in mind.He had to admit though that a few of the escorts certainly were tempting. He kept returning to one in specific; a particularly striking man listed as being one Tom Marvolo Riddle. The urge was so strong; just one phone call and that Adonis with his chiseled visage and sultry gaze could be all his for a least tonight. After all, it wasn't like he couldn't afford the near extortionate prices charged by The Burrow; being rich certainly came with its advantages…NO! Just looking, he was just looking.
And then Draco saw him. Black satin sheets performed the task of covering his lower torso, pooling around a body that was perfection served on a platter. The satin overflowed onto a chest which had achieved the balance between well defined and ordinary, leading up to a proud neck and that face! The Malfoy heir literally felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of those exquisite cheekbones and plump voluptuous lips. Then there was the hair, gloriously ruffled in a manner which Draco would later come to refer to as the just-had-fantastic-sexlook. And lastly, there were the features which stood out most of all, instantly attracting Draco's attention with that gaze capable of making the blonde get down on his knees and beg without shame to be pleasured until he forgot his very name. Those piercingly emerald eyes sparkled with lust and mischief, silently inviting Draco in for night after night of sheer orgasmic joy.
Whatever remaining will power he had retained snapped there and then; his guilt swept aside in favour of desire. Forgot their marriage being unfair to Astoria; it was unfair to him. Why should he have to be denied simply because his Victorian era parents didn't believe in asking his opinion of the life choices they saw fit to make for him? And it would only be for one night he promised; it wouldn't go any further than that so no one need to be hurt.
His mobile was in his hand without conscious thought, fingers trembling with barely suppressed elation as he held the touch screen device to his ear. One second, two seconds, three... A cultured female voice spoke softly from the speaker.
"Good afternoon, Weasley & Granger Pleasure Wares; how may we be of service?" The woman had the sort of voice which made you think she was examining her nails on the other end of the line; casual and blasé.
"Er...?" Draco's voice caught in his throat, mouth suddenly parchment dry. What was he supposed to say; was this even the correct line or had he somehow dialled the number wrong? The call operator must have sensed this uncertainty for her tone immediately changed, becoming more business like and less flippant.
"Ah; you're looking for our other services? Your name, sir?"
"Uh..." Brilliant work, Draco. The poor woman must be thinking she's been landed with an idiot. "Eh...Zabini. Blaise Zabini." It was the first name that sprang to mind; there was not a hope in hell he was giving The Burrow his real name. Imagine if this got out... The press would have a field day. Malfoy Heir Caught With Hand In The Cookie Jar.He'd be stone dead before the word 'escort' could so much as pass his lips.
"And your contact details, MrZabini?" She knew he was lying, the inflicted sarcasm on his assumed last name making this knowledge clear (Zabini wouldn't mind about this minor piece of borrowing, of that Draco was sure. After all, Blaise had used the Malfoy name on more than one occasion for his own purposes; this was basically a favour owed). The blonde quickly recounted his mobile number, nearly stuttering over the numbers in his haste. Hell, but he had to claim that Adonis escort, had to lay siege to those luscious lips until they parted beneath him, had to watch that lithe body flex and twist beneath him even if was only granted an hour. It would be worth it; he needed so much more than that dull listless flopping which counted for sex with Astoria.
"Sir? Are you still there sir?"The curious voice snapped him out of his reverie, prompting him to mutter out an apology.
"Sorry; I was temporarily distracted. You were saying?"
"I asked, which of our employees do you wish to see? We can then have them contact you personally and arrange a suitable time. So sir, you're choice?"
Draco licked his lips; this was it After this, there would be no going back. One last glance at his chosen escort's page and his mouth finally formed that name which he had been longing to say ever since laying eyes on it.
"Harry Lupin-Black." He answered smoothly.
A/N: Once again,The Prologue and the first chapter are written by This Flawed Reflection. The second and third chapters are written by Requiem Of The Nameless Death, (xDivineBitchOfAPurebloodWitch). Chapters 4 and on will be written by me.