My stomach twisted in knots for the umpteenth time that morning, the tendrils of nervousness clenching around the would-be butterflies. I stood outside the porn studio, a seemingly unsuspicious looking two story brick building, willing myself to walk forward. Every time I tried to pry my foot from the pavement I lost the courage to move. Several people passed me. I must have looked crazy standing there staring at the door like an idiot. I took a deep breath, then two, then three. Still, I didn't budge. It was 11 o'clock. If I left now, I could still make it back to the dorms before the lunch hour was up. I could hide in my room and spend the day watching movies with Ron, my roommate, and not worrying about what I was just about to do. I kept staring. I had to do it. I needed the money. I needed to be able to pay for tuition and my dorm and gas and groceries. A tall, dark haired man walked up to the door of the studio and entered without a backward glance. I needed to move. In or away, at this point it really didn't matter. I took a step forward. Then another. Then another. Each one felt like a mile, but before it, I was pulling the handle on the door and walking inside.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Potter!" someone said as I entered. I looked over to the reception desk to see a short, stocky man with coke-bottle glasses, smiling at me. "We've been waiting for you. I'm so glad you could make it today. Now that you're here we can talk about what to expect as this is your first time shooting with us."

The man moved to greet me, shaking my hand and gesturing for me to follow him. I tried to breath normally as I was led down a short hall to a small room with closed blinds. The man cleared his throat as I took a seat in one of the plastic folding chairs at the long wooden table. Scenarios raced through my mind, filling the silence of the room. What was I doing? I wondered. The man began to speak formally.

"Now as you will have read, we only film safe sex between our employees; meaning we have a medical notice from their personal doctors about any issues they might have that could affect their partner. You are free to look both of them over, as is your partner on every occasion. They are regularly updated to prevent the risk of disease. We do not allow penetration without a condom. If you become uncomfortable at any time, just use your safe word and we will pause the recording. If you consider yourself unable to continue, you will not be given the full pay amount, but you will receive $20 for your troubles. Is all of that understood, Mr. Potter?"

I nodded my head. It seemed like a pretty good deal, if only it didn't involve me getting naked and fucked in front of people with cameras. I didn't know what else to do though! I needed to pay for next semester's tuition and I didn't have a steady job. And who would watch it anyways? Certainly not anyone I knew personally. I hoped. I took several breaths to steady myself.

"Do you have any questions?"

"For the… um, the actual film footage… what… exactly are you looking for?" I asked, my voice sounding timid to my own ears.

He smiled reassuringly at me. "We are unique in our requirements. We believe that if you let sex happen naturally, the content is a more pleasurable experience for our viewers."

I stilled. "So you're saying that… I'm basically just hooking up with this guy in front of a camera. I don't have to do anything but have sex with him? I don't have to act?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Mr. Potter. Most of our employees actually enjoy themselves because of how little pressure there is to 'act' like they're enjoying themselves. It works very well and creates a friendlier environment."

I thought for a moment. That didn't sound so bad. I had never hooked up with a stranger before, but it didn't seem that difficult. "Okay," I said, mostly to myself.

He beamed. "Good! Let's get you set up!"

I sighed at the hustle and bustle around me. The studio was always like that, teeming with people and camera crews, each with their own agendas. I had loved it once. It had filled my soul with life, gave me a purpose. Lately, the job had begun to wear on me. Every man's face blended with the last, none of them distinguished or memorable. I was bored. Bored with them, bored with myself, bored with every offer or request me agent sent me. Maybe I need a vacation, somewhere sunny with a beach where I could lay out in the warmth and just be.

"Draco!" my manager called from the other end of the room from where I had been watching everyone move about. He crossed the room with his usual elegance and came to stand beside me. He was tall and thin, with dark hair and a handsome face. "Looks like your appointment decided to show up."

I glanced to the doorway where a young man was being led in. He was shorter than me, and he had thick, unkempt black hair. He looked nervous, shuffling from foot to foot. First time, I thought. I felt a spark of something in my chest as the man got closer. I payed no attention to the receptionist who was with him. My manager made a noise that I had come to know meant he was unimpressed by what he saw. I had been on the receiving end of that throaty little cluck on several occasions. This time it was followed by a large show of brilliant white and perfect teeth.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, so glad you decided to make it."

The man- Potter- bowed his head and muttered, "Hello…"

I thrust out his hand and said, "Hello, Potter." I stressed the word. "I'm Draco Malfoy. I'll be your partner for today."

Harry grasped my hand and looked up. When our eyes met, I felt as though I had been shocked. His eyes were startling green, deep and enormous, and displaying more emotion than I had ever seen. Shy. Nervous. Uncertain. Bashful. Bold. Brave. I blinked and smiled at him. Potter smiled back.

"Please, call me Harry."

Harry… Harry Potter… I decided I liked his name. "And you can call me Draco."

Harry nodded and then returned his gaze to the floor.

"Well," my manager said, clapping his hands together and looking at us both. "Shall we get started then?"