TITLE: Pretty Woman

AUTHOR: Lix

RATING: R

WARNINGS: SLASH. Drag!Draco (Don't we just love him?). Prostitution. That kinda stuff

SUMMARY: A few years after the death of Vodemort, Harry bumps into one of those who helped defeat him, who appears to be in none too auspicious circumstances.

And, though Draco's refered to as 'she' through most of this, she does still have the genitalia she was born with, just so you know...

Even after the defeat of Voldemort, it was not wise for Harry Potter to walk alone down dark streets late at night, especially in the depths of Muggle London, but he was wearing many protection charms and he needed space and time to think. At twenty- one, Harry was still the darling boy of the Wizarding world, even more so after he finally brought down Voldemort in his last year at school. It had never made him particularly happy before, and he certainly couldn't find satisfaction in the empty- headed adoring stares of his fans and groupies now. His life felt empty, even with Ron and Hermione still his closest friends, and the other Weasleys still there to look after him when it got too much. There was always something lacking. He'd thought at first that he wanted a lover... numerous dates later he'd realised that he had yet to find a single woman who could turn him on in the slightest. And there was never any of that mysterious 'electricity' Ron and Hermione giggled about...

He so deep in thought, trying to figure out what it could be he craved so desperately, that he almost didn't notice the figure leant against the lamppost. How cliché, all the audience comment. He looked up in surprise, wondering why anyone else would be out on the streets at this time on night, and his eyes widened. It was an angel, he was sure of it.

Under the streetlight stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hair was the colour of moonlight, falling about mid- way down her smooth, pale neck. Her fringe fell into her eyes making her look like a movie star. Harry's eyes explored her carefully, made breathless by the icy pale skin, complimented by the woman's almost child- like pink dress, which stopped just a bit higher than mid- way up the most perfect thighs he had ever seen in his life. He followed those perfect legs- enticingly wrapped in white fish-net stockings- to the top of knee- high white boots, then his eyes rose to her face. She was just turning to face him now, he looked to see a smile grace her pale pink lips. He watched as the tip of a tongue wetted those perfect lips. She was the most beautiful woman in the world...

She opened her mouth, and said in a husky voice- lower than he'd expected, "Hello, Harry."

Harry stuttered, "Wh... how... who..."

She looked at him through long, dark lashes, a teasing smile on that perfect mouth now... "Who, what, where, when, which, why, how?"

"Hmm." Harry agreed, not trusting himself to open his mouth in case he embarrassed himself further in front of this perfect being.

"Really, Harry. I'm surprised you don't recognise me... Well, maybe not... Things have changed a lot in the last few years, haven't they... Since you so gracefully saved all our necks yet again..." the creature was moving towards him, hips swaying to a silent beat, and Harry was embarrassed to feel himself growing hard. She started to circle him almost predatorily. "C'mon, Harry. Surely you must have *some* idea who I am... all those years we spent... talking." She was behind him now, her breath ghosting on his neck. Her voice was even lower, slow... almost a lazy drawl. He shivered as a long, white finger trailed down along the back of his neck. Harry turned to look at her and almost fell into wide, impossibly wide, silver eyes. He stared for a moment, then whispered... "Draco?"

The creature pulled away with a delighted laugh. "Well done. I honestly thought you'd never get it for a moment. Things have changed, quite considerably, haven't they?" Draco laughed softly, glancing down at her... his dress.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked in surprise. His brain was trying to tell him something about why people tarted themselves up and stood under lamps on dark city streets, but he didn't dare listen to it.

Draco gave a wry smile. "Hard to make a living in the Muggle world when you don't have those stupid muggle qualifications... GCSEs, A levels... people sometimes have to resort to the only thing that will get food on the table."

"You... you... oh, Draco." Harry was hit with a surge of pity, finally understanding what his one- time enemy was doing.

"It's not too hard to say, Harry. I'm a prostitute. I sell myself. My father always said my body was the only useful thing I possessed..."

"But why?"

"I told you why. You want to hear again that I need the money, to make up for all the times I teased your poor Weasley?"

"But why can't you get a job in the Wizarding world? What about your inheritance? Don't you get it, now your parents are... are..."

Draco looked at him scornfully, the expression looking frankly disturbing on the pretty, feminine face. "In Azkhaban. You can say it, Harry. I don't mind, I know what they were... Before they were captured they were able to disown me, for my part in their Lord's downfall. And despite my role as a spy for Dumbledore, the Ministry and bloody Fudge declared that I was just as bad as my parents for having attended Death Eater meetings, even if it were solely to get information. He was kind enough not to put me in Azkhaban, but refused to pardon me for my... crimes. So I can't work in the Wizarding world. They all think I'm into the Dark Arts like my father, no-one but you and Dumbledore honestly believes that I risked my bloody neck to spy for you lot."

"Jesus, Malfoy..." Harry's voice was strained, as if he struggled to believe what he had been told. When he had been told just before his final duel with the Dark Lord that Dumbledore's most deeply entrenched spy was Draco Malfoy, he had been surprised to find... that he wasn't surprised. Somehow, he had always known that Malfoy would come through in the end. After the battle, he had realised that the Ministry had problems with accepting the other boys' significant role in the defeat of the Dark Lord, but had been too busy trying to come to terms with his own situation- the even greater fame, the numerous offers of money, jobs, sex, everything- that he had never really thought about the fact that Malfoy's role was never made public, that Malfoy never became a hero like Harry. As time went by he had somehow allowed the other boy to slip his mind... but here he was, selling himself on the street just to have the money to get by.

"Come back to my house. Please. It's quite cold tonight, and you look hungry." Harry offered.

Draco looked at him in surprise for a moment, but then nodded. Harry led the way through the streets to his apartment, giving the creature beside him another look over in the light of her/ his identity. It didn't change the fact that Harry was certain Draco was the most beautiful person he had seen in his entire life. There was a certain frailty to the slim, pale figure, emphasized by the fact that even in her heels she was an inch or two shorter than Harry, who had never really had much of a growth spurt himself. So small and slim and delicate, Draco looked unearthly. 'Just like an Angel' Harry thought.

When they arrived at his home, Harry indicated for Draco to sit down. "Would you like a drink? Something to eat? I've some spaghetti that I made up earlier but then didn't have the appetite for, I can heat it up for you?"

Draco was looking around his house curiously. "It's okay, I don't want to put you out." She- he replied, almost unthinking, as she looked closely at some photos of Harry with Sirius and Remus.

Harry was surprised for a moment, before realising this Malfoy was hardly likely to behave exactly like the one he knew from the past. "It's no bother, I'll go heat it up. What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have whatever you're having." the vision replied in her soft husky voice, as she knelt on the sofa to examine Harry's one really fine painting- a portrait of Harry thinking on the front steps of Hogwarts, worth a fortune now that the artist, Dean Thomas, had been discovered and had won numerous awards.

Harry poured some red wine for them both and handed one glass to Draco, who curled up on the sofa and smiled at him. Feeling that embarrassing tingle in his groin, Harry hurried to get the food and gave Draco the tray with it on, before sitting awkwardly on the sofa as well.

"You said you made this for your own dinner, aren't you having any?" Draco asked.

Harry, who had been thinking about Snape fucking Voldemort to try and calm himself down, jumped. "Sorry?"

Draco gave an innocent, effeminate giggle which would have had her disowned if she hadn't been already. "You'd better have some, I don't want you to starve." She offered Harry her fork, the pasta twirled elegantly round it, and without even thinking, he reached to take it. His hand slid over hers, and for a moment, all he could think was 'such incredibly soft skin' before he flushed and moved his hand to take the fork away. Nervous, he bit into the pasta and swallowed without tasting it, before quickly setting the fork back on the plate. Draco must have been amused to see him so flustered, because she gave another low giggle... the noise went straight to Harry's cock, and he shifted awkwardly.

"What's wrong, Harry? You look scared to death. I thought you were supposed to be the role- model for Gryffindor bravery?"

Harry flushed brighter, and taking pity on him- what a strange, un- Slytherin thing to do- Draco changed the subject. "You live here alone? Where is the rest of your gang?"

"Erm... Ron and Hermione live together near Diagon Alley... they're getting married in four months."

Draco nodded, "About time, everyone saw that one coming in Fourth Year. What about you? Are you attached?"

Again, Harry blushed. "No. I'm not much good at that sort of thing. Not really. Not serious relationships."

Draco looked thoughtful at this, wondering if maybe that meant Harry was the kind who bought her services... but... no. Not Harry, he'd have girls throwing themselves all over him. "What do you do now? Are you in the Ministry?"

"I'm an Auror. We're still trying to clean out the last of the Death Eaters and everything, you know."

Draco finished the pasta, and Harry took it away to the kitchen, returning and sitting a bit closer to Draco on the settee without even thinking about it. They sipped at the wine for a moment, before Draco decided to try and make Harry less tense. "Has work been hard lately? You look really wound up."

"Um... life's been a bit... weird." Harry mumbled.

"I could give you a massage, if you want. I'm quite good at them, you know. I won't even charge you for it." Harry flushed yet again, cursing his colouring, but allowed Draco to place those soft hands on his shoulders. She was right. She was *incredibly* good at it. From almost the first soft touch of the tips of her fingers on his shoulder blades he was getting hard, but she was relaxing him so much that he couldn't think to care. However much later it was that she finally stopped, he couldn't tell, but he wished she could keep on going.

"You're right," he murmured in a low voice, "you are good at that."

Draco was surprised at how husky Harry's tone was, but figured a good massage could do that to anyone. He was probably wanting to sleep now, having relaxed properly. She slipped from behind his back and stood up. "You should go to bed, you obviously need sleep. I'd better go now."

"Oh, no! It's okay, Draco... I mean, you can stay here tonight, can't you? You shouldn't go out so late, it's not safe and... well, you can stay here, I don't mind." Harry protested. Maybe his protest was a bit too powerful, because Draco looked at him and said, "Oh."

"Draco?" Harry questioned, forgetting the state of his lower half as he stood to go to her. Draco looked down to his waist, and Harry blushed one more time as he realised what she was looking at.

"Oh, bloody hell, Harry, you could have just told me that was what you wanted, instead of all that, 'I'm trying to be nice' crap." Draco snapped in irritation, taking a step closer to Harry and reaching to his trousers.

"No! I mean, that wasn't why I... I don't want to... I just wanted to help... I..." Draco dropped onto her knees at Harry's feet, and Harry reached his hand to her head to push her away. "Draco, I don't..." his attempts to explain were effectively silenced as Draco swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. All he could do was give a loud moan as those perfect, soft hands started to stroke. Then Draco's head moved to take his cock in her mouth, and Harry once more touched her head, "Don't, I don't..." Draco ignored him and easily swallowed his whole cock. Again, Harry's objections faded into moans, as Draco started to bob her head, teasing the underside of his cock with her teeth and tongue. Giving up on protests, Harry let his fingers sink into Draco's silky pale hair, tangling it between his fingers as he felt her continue to work his cock. It felt incredible. It felt right. Before now, touching people in a sexual way had never felt right, just empty, it was why Harry's relationships just couldn't work out, but here was Draco doing the most sinful things with her beautiful mouth, and it felt perfect in ways Harry had never, ever imagined. Her soft fingers came up to his balls, stroking gently, and Harry came with an awed cry into her mouth.

Draco stood up, wiping her mouth off unconsciously and asked sharply, "Better now? Really, I hate it when guys pretend all they want to do is be nice. Why can't you just admit you wanna get your rocks off and not give me all that crap. I've wasted a whole evening now. I have rent due in a week, I'm not gonna be able to pay it if guys keep giving me all this shit." She turned to leave.

"Christ, Draco!" Harry grabbed her arm urgently to stop her moving away. "I didn't mean for that to happen, I mean... I wanted... but I just wanted to help... I didn't want to upset you... I... It's just... well, I can't help it that you're so fucking beautiful! Erm, I mean... I didn't mean to..."

Draco was watching him, arms crossed, but there was the twitches of a smile at the edge of her lips, "Um-hmm?" she encouraged.

Harry decided to just plow on and hope that at some point he said the right thing. "I mean to say... I mean... I was so angry that the Ministry didn't treat you right and you... ended up... and I wanted to look after you... I mean, you look so... you're so... fragile and I... it's not that I wanted to fuck you, I mean, well, I do want to fuck you, but only because I think I really like you, I mean, I know we don't have the best history and don't know each other very well anymore, but you're really incredible and you're so delicate and I just want to look after you and it's not safe for you to go out on the streets every night and... oh shit."

The angelic creature opposite him watched him for a few moments more before deciding that he had in fact shut up now. "Well, I'm glad I inspire such feelings in you. Would it be possible to repeat what you were trying to say in a more logical format?"

"Erm..." Harry thought for a moment, and finally came up with, "Stay with me. I want to look after you. I want to know you. I want to protect you."

Draco looked at him for yet another long moment. "You want me to stay here? How long for?"

"Forever." Harry couldn't stop the words from falling from his mouth.

"Harry..." Draco started.

"No, wait, please. I'll try... well, I'll try and explain... Most people... I never seem to get close to them... they never make me feel intensely... like... like caring for someone is supposed to make you feel... You're the only person who has ever made me feel so deeply and passionately... even when I thought I hated you... you get under my skin like no one else, and... it's kinda cute the way you do that. And when you touch me... I've never felt anything like it... It's the most perfect thing I've ever felt in my life... not just because you're good at what you do, even though you are, but just because there's something about you... I mean... we seem to compliment each other and you seem to fill up this empty place, and... stay. I just want to try and... see if maybe you and I could be together."

"Harry, I admit... I feel a connection to you that I've never felt for anyone else... but... why would you want me? The wizarding world all hate me, and in the muggle world I have to sell myself just to get myself by... I'm a prostitute, and you're... you're supposed to end up with some perfect little witch like that baby Weasley and have a perfect little family and... you're not supposed to even think about being with the son of a Death Eater who dresses up in women's clothes and has sex for money..."

"I don't care. I want to be with you. I want you to stay here forever. I'll look after you so you don't have to sell yourself on the street... I'll talk to Dumbledore and we'll get the Ministry sorted so you can become an Auror like me. We need people who have some knowledge of Dark Arts to help get rid of the last of the Death Eaters. And I'd like to have you close by."

"I don't want you to sort out my whole life for me. I can look after myself."

"But I want to help. I want to look after you. Please, let me."

Harry moved closer to Draco, wrapping his arms around the slight figure. Draco looked up into bright emerald eyes and smiled softly. Taking this as acceptance, Harry bent down to softly kiss those perfect smiling lips... He ran his hands over Draco's body possessively, then whispered into Draco's mouth, "May I make love to you? Please?"

Draco looked up in surprise, smiling with the slight hint of tears around her eyes, and nodded. "Yes, yes please."

Harry took Draco's hand and gently led her into his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and for a moment sat staring at her. "Harry?" she asked.

"Wait. I just want to be able to remember you like this... the first time you ever laid on my bed..."

"That's all very sweet, but I'm horny here!"

Harry laughed and moved up to straddle Draco's thin waist. He lent down and placed hundred's of gentle kisses all over her face, then moved to her jaw and gently licked and nipped his way up to Draco's ear, where he sucked very, very tenderly on her earlobe. He moved down her neck, kissing softly, nibbling, and Draco gave a whimpered moan beneath him. He smiled as he lifted his head and kissed her on the lips, allowing himself to taste her mouth and tease her palate. Then he sat up and moved to slip off her dress. Draco sat up as Harry pulled her dress over her head, as one might undress a child. She reached out to unbutton Harry's shirt, but he stilled her hands gently. "Please, no, let me look after you..." he whispered. Draco's face lit up with a soft smile, and she let Harry push her back a bit, as he unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off before he lent down to worship Draco's chest... Her... his skin was the same icy pale, his chest firm and slightly muscular, with pale pink nipples already hard. Harry bent his head to lick at the hollows in Draco's collar bone, nibbling softly on the skin as his tanned hands explored the rest of Draco's chest, always just avoiding Draco's nipples. Finally, Harry bent and took one in his mouth, sucking and teasing hard until Draco was writhing and moaning underneath him. He moved to the other, pinching on the one he'd tasted first as he ran his tongue around the second, pleased with the way Draco's hips were now thrusting in time with his sucking, ecstatic to feel that Draco was hard beneath him. He moved lower to explore Draco's lean stomach, biting softly at the tight muscles and making Draco whimper and moan. His hands pulled first at Draco's boots, tugging them off and throwing them onto the floor with matching thumps, before easing the stockings off as well. Then his hands passed straight over Draco's erection, instead tickling gently at the soft skin of Draco's balls. He began to move down further, aching to take Draco in his mouth and taste, but soft pale hands stopped him and he looked up. Draco's silver eyes were hazy with lust, with... love. Harry smiled at the vision before him, who had just enough sense to pant out softly, "Please, just take me now, Harry... don't wanna wait... wanna be claimed... wanna be yours... just take me..."

How could he deny a plea like that? Harry sat up and quickly unbuckled his trousers, kicking them off before gently and lovingly preparing Draco. Finally, when Draco's pleas were getting louder and even more desperate, Harry eased gently inside and... feeling Draco so perfect around him was like seeing the face of God. He'd never felt such perfection... for a moment, he couldn't bear to move, just lent down and kissed Draco with all of the awe and joy and elation he felt in his heart. Draco responded with just as much surprise and wonder, till finally saying, "Please, Harry, move, I can't bear it..." Harry started to thrust gently, not able to bear the thought of hurting this perfect angel in his arms. He watched in amazement at the expression on Draco's face, love and desire and euphoria all mixed together, until it all became too much and they came together, calling each other's names softly, kissing each other...

When Harry pulled away, Draco sighed happily. "I'll stay with you. Forever"

Harry beamed and said, "Will you come meet Ron and Hermione with me tomorrow, then? I want to be able to introduce them to my girlfriend, they'll be thrilled."