MalexMale. AU. Prostitute.
Tainted
The pain in my heart; it seems to never go away.
No one there to hold me when I'm scared…
No one cared when I was sad…
No matter how many bloody tears I shed,
No one cares…
No matter how loud I scream,
No one would help me…
No matter how many times I stretched out my hand,
No one was there to take it…
I'm all alone
The room was dark. It was a small room with one bathroom inside. The room had one bed with one small wardrobe. The window had a bar on it, and a security camera in the far corner watched the one who occupied the room all the time.
On the king size bed, a small figure sat up with his knees in his chest. The small figure had raven black hair that shinned in the moonlight coming from the window. His beautiful emerald green eyes stared at the barred window. His eyes blankly gazed through it, staring at the beautiful night sky with a longing in his heart.
He sat there for a while before he heard a knock on his door.
He tore his eyes from the moon and looked at the door, silently giving permission to the intruder to come in.
The door opened to reveal a tall, fat man with brown hair and black eyes. "There's a customer for you!" the man told him.
The figure just nodded. A minute later, an attractive man came in.
"Ahh… Your name is Harry isn't it?" He said.
The man approached the smaller man and kneeled down on the bed.
He cupped the smaller man's chin, "You're so beautiful… More beautiful than I imagined." Then he leant down to kiss him. Undressing the man called Harry to get under him.
The man drank in the sight of the beautiful body and licked his lips.
Harry was silent and gazed blankly at the ceiling.
"Clifford said that you're a little shy, despite how many customers want you again and again." The man said. "My name is Edgar, Edgar Graham, be sure to remember it because I'm sure I will be back for you" Edgar kissed him again.
"Hmm… What is this?" Edgar asked, his finger brushing at Harry's forehead where he found a scar shaped like a bolt of lightning. Harry turned his head away, avoiding the touch. Many customers asked the same thing but he kept silent.
That night, another customer got satisfied after having sex with him. Every night, 3 to 5 costumers came and asked for his service. They got captured at the beauty Harry possessed and the pleasure they had when they had sex with him. Even though Harry never spoke, and was not responsive during sex, the customer still got satisfied and came back for more.
Many had tried to buy him, but the owner of the whorehouse where Harry stayed would not let go of their star.
If anyone knew who Harry really was, they would wonder how he ended up in a place like this.
Draco Malfoy wandered alone on the New York street. He had been in the muggle world for 4 years. After the war was over, with the light side winning, all the Death Eaters were put in Azkaban, including both his parents.
Draco didn't care much for his parents; they never had cared for him. He even felt happy when the ministry decided to give all the Death Eaters the Dementor's kiss.
All the Malfoy's inheritance belonged to Draco now.
But one thing was lost from his life.
Harry Potter, once again, had saved the Wizarding world.
But 3 days after Voldemort's defeat, he disappeared. No one knew where the savior had run off to. And no one but Draco seems to care. It seems after the Dark Lord had gone, they did't feel the need of their savior.
The Weasel and the mudblood especially, who blamed Harry for their family's death. Harry, before he disappeared, with the kindness of his heart gave all his money and belongings to the remaining of the Weasley family.
Draco cursed them both for betraying Harry. If only Blaise and Pansy had not held him back, he would have already torn those two into pieces.
The truth was, Draco never hated Harry. He had to pretend he did, fearing for his life. Ever since he laid his eyes on Harry, the raven haired boy had stolen his heart and never gave it back.
Now that his parent's and the mad Dark Lord had gone, he had no longer to hold his feelings for him.
With his love gone from the Wizarding world, he had no intentions of living there too. He exchanged all his money in the Gringotts bank to muggle money.
Draco was determined to find Harry and live with him. Or so he planned; because once he found Harry, he would never let him go. If Harry didn't have the same feelings as his, he would spend his life trying to make the boy fall in love with him.
And now here he was, spending 4 years in the muggle world with no luck. He hadn't found Harry, but he wasn't going to give up. He had built his own company and had succeeded. He bought an apartment for him to stay, along Harry after he found him.
As he passed one of the whorehouses he heard an argument, he took a look to see two men, one fat and one smaller, and the fat man looked like he scolding the smaller man. He took a closer look and his eyes widened in shock when he recognized who the small man was.
He shook his head, afraid that he was seeing things wrong. But he never failed to recognize the man he loved.
Harry Potter, stood in front of him, being scolded by a mere muggle who in Draco's mind had no right to even speak to Harry with a harsh tone.
He rushed to the fat man's side who raised his hand, planning to hit his Harry. He grabbed the man's wrist and glared at him, making the fat man cower in fear.
Harry looked up when he saw the blow wasn't coming. He gasped when he saw Draco Malfoy, the one person he never wished to see him like this, standing in front of him.
They locked eyes for a while, Draco in disbelief and Harry in… fear? Draco opened his mouth to say something before Harry ran off into the whorehouse. Draco froze; what was Harry doing in a place like this?
The fat man, now released from Draco's grip, still cowered at the glare spoke "I… If you want to rent him, just get in and ask the owner."
Draco turned his head at him, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"What did you say?" he growled.
"I… I said, if, if you want to rent the man, you just had to get…" the man never finished for Draco grabbed his collar and yanked him toward him. Draco was slightly taller than the man.
"What do you mean, rent?" he asked in a harsh voice.
The fat man cowered more, "He, he's a whore, of course you had to pay for his service!" the man said.
Draco punched him hard, making the man stumbled on his feet and fall to the ground. Draco glared at him before he entered the whore house.
He glanced at the receptionist, "Is there a man named Harry Potter?" he asked him.
A middle aged man greeted him and shook his head "No.. there's no Potter here, only Harry. And I must say, he's very expensive, because he's the star here." He said smirking. Draco took out 1000 dollars from his wallet and thrust it in front the man.
The man grinned and showed Draco the room.
They arrived in front of a mahogany door. There's a table beside the door with a basket on it. The man turned to Draco "You have to take off your belongings" he said as he handed Draco the basket, who just stared it with confusion. "You don't need to take it off all, just any objects that can be used as weapons." The man explained.
With little objection, Draco put his knife pocket he always carried into the basket, he also put his pen, and his neck tie after the man gestured him to do so.
After he was done, all that was left with him were his clothes and his wallet.
The man smiled at him, satisfied. "My name is Clifford, I have a feeling we will be meeting often" Clifford bowed a little to him "Enjoy your night, you can spend the night for paying double. Oh, and don't forget to push the red button beside the door" Then he left Draco alone.
Draco took a deep breath before he knocked the door. No answer. He knocked again and again no answer. He licked his lips nervously and turned the door's knob.
The door opened with a creak, revealing a small figure sitting on a bed. The room was dark. He remembered the man earlier asked him to push a button beside the door. He closed the door and looked at the wall behind him to find said button. He pushed it and immediately the light turned on and the security camera turned off. The light was not too bright but bright enough to see the room more clearly.
His heart was beating fast when he saw the figure who was sitting on the bed, with his knees up and his head buried in his arm, was Harry. Slowly he stretched his hands to him. Landing his hand on Harry's shoulder, making him jerk off from the bed with surprise.
Harry stared at him with wide eyes filled with fear. Draco gulped "Harry… It's me, Draco, Draco Malfoy."
Harry shook his head and ran into the corner of the room.
Draco became more nervous "Harry?" he tried to touch him but his hands were slapped away by Harry's.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he screamed, his voice hoarse from not using it for years.
He slid from the wall onto the floor and curled his body into a ball, shaking in fear.
"Harry… Harry I will not hurt you… I just…" Draco took a step closer to him
"Don't come any closer!" Harry yelled.
Draco froze in his steps, he did't know what to do. This man indeed was Harry, but why was he's here, and why was he acting like this?
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