This story contains slash, m-preg, spanking, angst and a happy ending.
Banned from the ways of the wizarding world Draco ends up in a Muggle brothel, but soon he jumps out of the frying pan right into the fire...
Shadows of Time
Chapter 1
"Draco Lucien Malfoy, you are hereby banned from the ways of the Wizarding folk."
Draco felt his insides constrict as he remembered the moment his wand had been broken by the hands of a smugly smiling Ministry member, whose holier-than-thou attitude had been almost physically choking him.
The cracking noise of the wood was like a clap of thunder in an everything drowning storm. Cold invaded his soul as he painfully realised that he was no longer a wizard, forbidden to ever use magic again as punishment for having been born on the wrong side, the Dark side.
Draco chuckled unhappily as he remembered that it had been Potter's testimony that he had obviously been anything but a valiant fighter for the Dark side which had saved him from ending up as food for the Dementors like so many others had. His own parents had not been that lucky, although right now Draco was not sure if it wasn't better to rot in Azkaban with the mind of an Inferus, not even feeling your body slowly, unknowingly following your soul into death.
The black-robed creature was gliding closer, reaching out with its long claws for the blond-haired woman, whose eyes were wide open with terror.
Shaking his head against the unwanted memory Draco tried to concentrate on his surroundings. To him every street here looked the same, and he had seen many streets since he had started aimlessly wandering around Muggle London three days ago. His rumbling stomach reminded him rudely of the fact that his only belongings were the clothes on his body. Gone were the Malfoy riches, the family estate and the easy life, replaced by begging dirty Muggles to give him a chance at working for them to be able to survive.
Alas, nobody wanted a young man at the age of eighteen without documents nor working experience nor knowledge of even the simplest gadgets used by Muggles. Draco sighed with frustration as he sat down on the kerbstone, trying to pretend he couldn't see the curious looks of bypassers. There was nothing he wouldn't do for a warm meal, a shower and a soft bed, he decided. The slight dizziness he was experiencing after days without food or easy sleep was slowly becoming a menace.
"Hello, young man! What are you doing here?"
Surprised Draco raised his head, looking at the well-dressed middle-aged man standing beside him. Frowning he wondered if all Muggle men with money were putting on as much jewelry as this specimen.
"Just resting and enjoying the view", Draco bit out, flinching as his stomach decided to grumble once again, loud enough for the Muggle to hear, as his raised eyebrow indicated.
"It seems you could do with something to bite. I know a very nice restaurant not far away. I could show you the way", the Muggle offered with a crooked smile.
"Oh...no...thank you...I'm okay...not hungry, really", Draco stuttered, averting his eyes from the scrutinizing look as his stomach betrayed his words with another even louder rumbling.
"I see." The man's smile became wider. "Shouldn't a young man like you be at school or at work at this time?"
Flustered Draco stood up, trying to slap off the street-dust from his black trousers.
"No, I, uhm, I..." Draco coughed slightly, nervously. "I'm searching for a job. Do you by any chance know of any vacant job...unskilled labour I guess...I don't have...I didn't really..."
"So you have no qualifications whatsoever?"
Draco tensed, stubbornly holding the man's searching gaze. This was always the point when he was turned away. There was no use in telling Muggles about spells he knew but couldn't do without wand, no use in explaining his skills in arithmancy to them, no need to tell them that his family had once been one of the most renowned of the Wizarding world. To the Muggles he was as useless as he had been to the Dark Lord.
"I might have a job for you. What would you be ready to do to earn your living?"
The pang of hunger was making it easy for Draco to answer confidently "Anything!"
With a smug grin the Muggle was patting Draco's shoulder.
"Good, good! Seems we will come to an agreement. But first of all you will come with me and have a bite while I'll explain everything to you."
With raised spirits Draco followed the Muggle to a shabby house just around the corner with flashing neon lights above the entrance reading 'seventh heaven'. He couldn't help the queasy feeling as they entered the dubious place through a side entrance which took them straight into a nicely furnished flat.
"You are living in this place?" Draco asked, trying not to sound too contemptuous, as there was no need to anger the only one who had offered food and a job to him until now.
"Not only do I live in it, I own this wonderful establishment", the Muggle beamed proudly as he took a key out of a box. "I'm going to show you your new working place right now.
Through a backdoor they stepped into a large staircase, where they almost bumped into a too slim boy dressed in leather trousers and a shirt with too many holes to cover anything.
"Good that I meet you, Dixie. I want you to bring lunch for our new arrival to room 17, and make it plenty. He's hungry."
Frowning at the man's laughter Draco trudged behind the Muggle, who led him up the stairs to the last room on the second floor.
"This is your room from now on", the man said, pushing the door open and letting him enter the room before he shut the door behind him.
Disconcerted Draco looked around the shabby room, taking in the large bed and the open door which revealed the view on a large shower.
"And where am I going to work?" Draco asked with an uneasy feeling.
"Why, right here in this room of course, boy. What's your name by the way?"
Staring at the Muggle he stuttered "Draco, but...what shall I be working in here?"
"Draco -" The Muggle seemed to taste his name like something delicious on his tongue. "I like that name. We will keep it for you."
Incredulously Draco stared at the slippery Muggle. "Keep my name? What -?"
A knock at the door interrupted him, urging the man to call "Come in!"
The wonderful scent of meat and vegetables wafted into the room, making Draco's mouth water immediately. The boy called Dixie sent him a compassionate glance before he put the large tray on the table in the corner which was obviously also serving as a desk and hurried out of the room.
"Now, Draco, you said that you would be ready to do anything to earn your living. I'm offering you this tasty meal to fill your empty stomach and a place to sleep. All you have to do for it is to give me head."
Thunderstruck Draco stared at the man, who slowly opened his trousers to pull out the ugliest piece of manhood Draco had ever seen.
"Oh come on, boy, surely you know what a man needs to shoot his load", the Muggle grinned, sensually stroking his rapidly hardening dick.
Draco swallowed heavily, feeling the heat rising in his face. Of course he knew how it was done. The Slytherin dorms hadn't exactly been a place of virtue, but never in his life had he thought that Muggles would do such a thing for a living nor that he himself would be forced one day to go down on a Muggle to pay for a warm meal and a grubby bed to sleep in. The scent of the food was almost turning his stomach as it increased his hunger to an unbearable level. Craving just a mouthful of it he looked at the tempting meal before his eyes wandered back to the meat in the Muggle's big hand. Still he couldn't make himself to accept the offer. Surely there had to be another way to survive in the Muggle world.
"As much as you want to eat and a comfortable room with your own bathroom in exchange for some fun. Sounds like a great deal to me, Draco. Or do you prefer to go back to the street and try your luck there? Well, I'm sure you will be able to find some customers who will want such a handsome young guy for a fast blow-job in their car or to fuck you against the wall of any dirty side road. Of course you are free to leave right now, nobody will hold you back. I just would have thought you are smarter than this."
With an overly regretful sigh the Muggle started to push his rock-hard member back into his trousers, watching Draco out of the corner of his eyes.
"No! I will do it, but just...just this one time."
With the appalling feeling of being a tiny insect who was walking out of free will straight into the grinning spider's net Draco stepped closer and went down on his knees. He shuddered at the thought of what his parents, his friends or any other wizard or witch would say if they could see the proud Draco Malfoy kneeling in front of a Muggle. Consoling himself with the thought that there would be no repeat of this and that nobody would ever get to know what had happened in this room he took a last look at the pink, throbbing head sticking out between the lazily moving fingers of the man who was now softly caressing his hair. Draco closed his eyes in denial and flinched back violently as soft skin painted his lips with a bead of precum.
"Good boy! Open your mouth wide for daddy's cock!" the Muggle cooed as he pushed his member into Draco's mouth and started to thrust.
He could do this.
The man's thrusts became harsher, deeper, almost choking him.
Nobody would know.
Bitter seed flooded his mouth.
Nobody.
