Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related, and the song isn't mine either… its "Every Me And Every You" by Placebo.
A/N: For now it's just a small chapter, but if I get reviews that want more then I'll post the another chapter ASAP. Oh, and this is set in 7th year and is canon up until book 5, so Sirius is dead but the events of HBP didn't happen.
"Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is spent."
Harry stared at the pale beauty on the bed before him. He felt an odd twang in his heart at the thought that tomorrow, it would all be the same… the name calling, the hateful glares…
'But it's for the best, he would freak out if he knew it was me,' Harry mused while running a finger over Draco Malfoys toned arm.
Harry always used an altered version of Polyjuice Potion before what he called their "sessions", so that he would be able to be someone other than himself for more than an hour. He sighed stood from the bed he was sitting on and started searching for his clothes. "But why does he do this, rent his body out… it doesn't make sense, he's as loaded as they come anyways…'
Harry was shocked at first when he found out by case that Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, sold his body for "services" to anyone who was interested, male or female… but after two years of lusting (loving?) for the blonde haired Adonis he figured it might be his only chance of something more than being arch-enemies, even though he couldn't be himself. He got dressed and left, but not before leaving more than the arranged money on the rickety bedside table. He quietly let himself out of the room and started down the stairs of the now-empty Hog's Head, where Draco always did his deeds with his "clients".
As he stepped out of the door he started up the road that lead to Honeydukes and to the tunnel through which he always used for these late-night trysts. He had no idea how Draco always managed to be there before him, or how he managed his "business" undetected by teachers and the majority of the students (those who knew were either "clients" themselves or used to be). By now he had reached Honeydukes and quietly mumbles "Alohomora". He wondered how Draco managed to be always on time to the first class when he usually slept at the Hog's Head after a "session".
His musings were cut short, however, when he bumped into something in the tunnel (by now he was in the tunnel and on his was back to Hogwarts). Confused he straightened himself and pointed his illuminated wand around the tunnel, right into the eyes of the last person he wanted to see at that moment…
A/N: So, what do you think? R & R please!