Meeting In Knockturn Alley by HPFangirl71
Harry slunk quietly down the back streets of Knockturn Alley. He was trolling, on the lookout for the young male prostitutes that frequented these streets nightly. He knew that his presence here was wrong but he had a secret fetish for men. This preference for handsome wizards Harry hid from the public eye. His marriage to Ginny Weasley a well rehearsed charade that he played convincingly.
Harry turned another corner and spotted just what he'd been seeking. A group of three men was standing in front of a seedy motel. Two of the men had dark wavy hair while the other sported an all too familiar shade of blonde. The familiarity of it sent a nauseous wave of nostalgia straight into the pit of Harry's stomach. It couldn't be… it just couldn't be Malfoy. As he reached the men, he realized with dread that he'd been right. The man's clothes were a bit shabbier and the face slightly gaunt but the sharp pointed features were unmistakably Malfoy.
Harry tried ducking from view, realizing he'd been too late. Malfoy had seen him and was now fast approaching.
"Well, if it isn't the great savior of the wizarding world… out slumming are we?" he said with a sneer.
Harry was surprised that Draco had maintained his good looks despite an obvious lack of care.
"Look who's talking Malfoy! I wasn't expecting to see you here either."
"Since you were the one who had my father's fortune confiscated Potter, it shouldn't really come as a surprise now should it."
Harry looked at him and saw anger simmering within his eyes. The war had obviously stripped him of his riches but he'd clung tightly to the hatred he'd had all those years at Hogwarts.
"Look Malfoy I'm sorry things are the way they are but the past can't be undone." Harry replied simply.
"I don't need your pity Potter. I get along just fine, better than most." Draco retorted bitterly.
"Maybe I can help…" Harry whispered across the chasm of silence that now descended upon them.
"How exactly do you plan to do that?" Malfoy asked him curiously.
"I have a pocket full of Galleons and an itch that needs scratching." Harry said in a seductively low voice.
Malfoy looked at him apprehensively, before kneeling shamefully to the ground. His hands trembling as he undid Harry's jeans from around his aching cock. Harry felt a heady sense of power as Draco's long tapered fingers began milking his erection. He let out a low moan as he felt the moist heat of Draco's lips swallowing him whole. He began pumping his cock roughly between a pair of beautiful lips, his hand fisting pale blonde locks. Draco's tongue swiped greedily along the length of his member as he slid it expertly down his throat. This was even more fantastic than Harry had imagined. As he came in quick spurts, he knew having this kind of power over Malfoy was worth all the Galleons in the world…