AN1: I'd suggest you to listen along the chapter the song 'You look like rain', by Morphine. Relax and enjoy. XD
NT: This chapter is completely dedicated to 'SIG', who was our only reviewer. Really thank you, hon.
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Chapter 2 - Greed
. excessive and sordid fondness of money .
. avarice . parsimony . cupidity . jealousy .
. intense and violent desire of possessing something .
He was there, and there was no going back.
Draco closed the door and took his wand, whispering silencing and locking spells all around the room. Nothing would go in or out that room that night.
Green eyes were shining in the badly lit room. The black haired man was sitting on an old armchair, the red tip of his cigarette between his lips standing out. He was smiling. And didn't say anything.
Draco looked at the dusty double bed beside him and grimaced. He agitated his wand once more, and an armchair, pretty much like the one Harry was on, only newer and more comfortable, showed up and he sat down.
Right n front of him.
"Good night, Malfoy."
"Spare me of your politeness, Potter. I'll go straight to the point."
"And what do you want?"
Draco sat straighter on his chair and faced Harry looking more serious, his voice sounding lower.
"Who is Sin?"
"I am.", the answer came fast and sharp, "Who are you looking for, Harry or Sin?"
"You.", Draco shot back, seriously. And he didn't like the was those green eyes narrowed, "What do you want with me?"
"I didn't ask for this meeting, Malfoy."
"No, but the way you acted...", Draco looked away for a second, remembering the night at the hotel, and at the second, Harry laughed. And the sound of his laughter made Draco feel vulnerable. And those green eyes knew it.
"Where did you meet Isabelle?", Harry asked, still laughing.
"Her name is not Isabelle."
"And mine is not Sin."
"This is not relevant.", Draco intervened.
"She's my client, Malfoy.", Draco looked a bit shocked for the bluntness of the sentence, and Harry shook his head positively in a way Draco didn't understand.
"I've met her at a muggle party, in that place muggles go at night, to dance. I was with Goyle, he's been trying to avoid wizard's environment and I'm trying to… Anyway... It doesn't matter."
"You're not together, then?"
"Potter, it was the first time I've seen her. And the last one too. I don't have the time to spend relating to muggles.
"But you have the time to spend in conversations with a hustler in a muggle motel.", Harry leaned towards him, putting his arms over his knees and entwining his fingers in a practical gesture, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco mirrored his posture, prolonging the silence without taking his eyes off Harry.
"Why haven't you gone to the press?"
It was Harry's turn to get scared. And Harry's suspicion made Draco uncomfortable.
"And why would I?", there was such indignation in Harry's voice and a sincerity that, Draco had just realized, was the first familiar thing that night, "I expected you to run there."
"And what power would I have against you? My word that Harry Potter, the Savior of the Wizarding World, attends to strange callings in the middle of the night, and goes by the suggestive name of 'Sin'? For Merlin, Potter", Draco's voice failed, showing all the tension he was feeling since he had entered the room, "You just had to say anything and I would be back to Azkaban in the blink of an eye."
Harry had such a smile on his face that Draco would have stepped back if he wasn't already backing enough as it was.
"So you don't want to blackmail me?", Harry asked, still laughing.
"No, scarhead, I've just come here to know what you want to keep your damn mouth shut."
Harry's expression became guarded.
It was fast. And Draco should have known what it meant to be in front of the wizard who spent a good part of his life facing Voldemort: more than paying attention to his words, gestures and actions, knowing where his wand was, was crucial.
Harry's wand was in Sin's black coat. And he didn't need to move a single muscle so that his spell had Draco frozen in place.
"Potter…", his voice was shaken, and he couldn't hide the fear that was creeping on his face, the only part of his body he could move.
"Let us be practical, then, Malfoy.", Harry was standing, he threw his coat over his armchair and started to pace on the small room, turning his wand between his fingers, "I don't like the way you speak to me, just like when we were thirteen. I can't decide whether punching you would make me feel better these days."
"Perhaps a sectumsempra would help you.", Draco answered angrily. His anger was way bigger than his fear.
And Harry smiled.
"Perhaps not. Do you know what would help me, Malfoy? You telling me, for real, what you want from me. You know, you may not have time to waste with me, but my time is worth money, and I'm wasting it on you."
Draco looked at him silently.
Harry pulled his sleeves up and kneeled in front of Draco, Harry's wand wandering slowly over Draco's trousers, passing his knees.
"Right. You were afraid I was going to blackmail you. Why?"
"Potter... What... What are you doing?"
"My job. Just answer.", Sin's voice was low and gentle and made Draco gulp in fear. That was getting dangerous.
"What do you think?", he answered between his teeth, holding his breath the next second when Harry's hand started to unbutton his trousers.
"I? I thought you could have come here for two reasons: one, because you regretted leaving the room that way, running; or two, because you wanted to blackmail me. But I think I was a little… selfish.", Harry smiled seeing the blond panting and closing his eyes while he was touching him, "But I can't see what arguments I could have against…"
"Take your hands off me!", Draco said.
"No.", Harry answered simply, knowing the answer the other would give him.
"Right.", Draco said fast and Harry stopped, waiting, "Potter, what do you think that would happen if the world knew I was in a luxury hotel with a muggle and a whore? I'm a Malfoy, and, being a downright jerk, that doesn't mean a lot these days, and that's the problem. If word of this got out, all my work of years would be lost for… nothing.
Harry got up, leaning against the arms of the armchair, facing him.
"What are the Malfoys?", he asked seriously.
"Do you want me to humiliate myself too, is that it?", Draco asked, panting.
"No. I want you to answer my questions. Why are the Malfoys the nothing you've said? That's not what I've seen."
Draco laughed bitterly.
"I don't know what you've seen, Potter, but while you were dedicating yourself to much more... enjoyable activities, I've spent six months in Azkaban, my mother stayed there for a year, and my father is still there. Our fortune's been confiscated by the government, we've lost everything.
"I know that. And I gave my testimony on your favor, guaranteeing a smaller sentence to you. Why would I want to harm you now?"
"Don't ask me to understand someone like you.", Draco spat angrily.
Harry raised an eyebrow, facing him seriously.
"Someone like me.", he repeated, "And what am I, Draco?"
The blond closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a hand lightly over his chest while Sin's fingers opened his shirt buttons. It didn't matter what he did, he would not respond to that.
A hot mouth deposited a small kiss in the middle of his chest and his breath hitched. He turned his face to a side, his eyes still closed, and, like it was following his moves, that mouth went in the same direction, until it caught one of his nipples.
"Shit!", he panted out, while cursing his body's reaction to that.
Harry smiled, keeping the blonde's skin between his teeth, his hand went back to the caresses and even with the many names that had followed that action, he knew it was a very difficult question to be answered. His mouth went down the blonde's body, kissing and sucking, until he got where he wanted. And he got, at Draco's first moan, the sign of his reward.
"STOP!", Harry laughed with all that despair. And his laughter, in that situation, only made the blond threw his head back and once more, a lot of names could be heard until he heard what he wanted, "Harry… For Merlin… I'll say…"
Harry straightened up, still kneeling, and waited for Draco to recover enough to put two words together.
"What… What do you want to know?"
"What you think of me."
"Merlin, Potter.", Draco closed his eyes, trying to organize his thoughts someway, what seemed to be very hard, "What I think of you? I think you're the most sadistic son of a bitch I've ever known and I would like to sue you till you fifth generation after I leave here, but I know I can't because you're still everyone's little hero and you could screw with me easily. And that wasn't a suggestion, please.", he added, a little desperately.
Harry was laughing openly at the other's reaction. Draco didn't seem to consider that a good answer, and continued speaking.
"What is it? Isn't it true? Have you ever thought how many times you left me in a depressing situation since the day I had the displeasure of meeting you? And I'm not talking about detentions.", Draco laughed, taking a deep breath, "You may have saved my life, Potter, but your attempts of killing me still sound more valid."
"I can only remember one.", Harry answered seriously, "And if it's worth anything, I really didn't know what I was doing."
Draco looked at him and made a face, without saying anything else. Harry thought that was… sweet.
"Malfoy, you've been hostile towards me my whole life. Even if I had thought about being just a little bit friendlier towards you, you would repel me. How do you suppose I…"
"Potter, you've no idea what…", he sighed, "Never mind, that's in the past. It doesn't matter now. I'm screwed, you're messed up, and we're fine this way. Could you release me? I really shouldn't have come here..."
"You don't look fine to me, Draco."
"How clever!", Draco rolled his eyes.
"What's happening?"
Draco looked at him… sadly, and made a denial gesture with his head.
"Nothing that matters to you. If you give me your word of ex-gryffindor, I can go home happily and I swear, for my self-preservation sense, no one will ever know about you, or Sin, or whatever, ok?"
Harry sighed, getting up.
"You know, Draco, it took me a very long time to realize how I've become Sin. But one thing is sure: you learn a lot about people in this branch of business."
Harry took off his shoes, kicking them to a side, and took off his socks with his feet. He went to the armchair, taking his cigarette, finished smoking it, while talking.
"People who come on strangers on the streets after sex always have something wrong. Most of them are married, with kids and all. You know, they could have a really happy life, but they never seem to have enough. There are others who are just lonely, they look for casual company, just a shag, you know? Desire.", Harry put the rest of his cigarette on the ashtray, "Once I refused to take the virginity of a girl."
"Very noble of you.", Draco said almost laughing.
Harry looked at him seriously and put his wand carefully on the empty armchair. He focused on unbuttoning his shirt slowly, starting to speak again.
"I've lost mine on the street. My first time on the street. But, you know, no one preserve himself or herself on the street. I would never be ready for everything I've lived. The most curious thing I've found out is how many men look for hustlers to be bottoms. The society oppresses, Draco."
"The muggle society, in this case.", Draco corrected, wondering where that conversation would lead them.
"Harry shrugged, throwing his shirt on the bed and opening his belt and trousers, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Draco.
"Potter..."
"The wizarding society oppresses in other ways. Everybody who looks for sex with strangers has problems with themselves. I speak with a lot of experience.
Harry, completely naked, kneeled over the armchair where Draco was immobilized, putting one leg on each side of Draco's body and sitting on his lap, joining their chests while one of his hands started to touch Draco.
"Look at me, Draco."
The husky voice against his ear made the blond shiver. Draco felt a hand touch his shoulder and neck until it entwined in his hair, pulling his head to face Harry.
To face those green eyes he didn't want to see.
"I don't want it, Potter. Let me go.", he asked with a cold voice, very much conscious that it was also trembling.
It wasn't easy to keep calm with a naked man sitting on your lap, with a hand in his trousers, caressing him faster and faster, and the other hand touching his body, the mouth on is ear, on his neck, his chest, his shoulder… his hips moving.
"Stop, Potter… Please…"
"What's your problem, Draco?", Harry whispered in his ear, moaning, feeling the blond breath in strongly as his bodies joined.
Draco threw his head back, breathless every time Harry moved, closing around his body ever so slowly, driving him crazy.
"Ah, Harry...", the whisper escaped between his lips with so much desire that Sin opened his eyes to look at the blond. His grey eyes were closed, his mouth opened, panting.
He touched the pink lips with his fingers while increasing the speed, and those eyes looked at him, lost, while he caressed his face. His other hand went down the blonde's robes and found his wand. Harry whispered the counter spell and moved harder against Draco's body, feeling the blonde's hand moving over his waist and hips, moving with him.
Harry shivered feeling Draco's hand clenching his leg hard, while the other entwined on his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. A heated kiss.
He knew he shouldn't come, that was not the way things worked. That was Draco's pleasure… and it was Draco who made him lose control, pulling the blond against him, making him enter deeper while breaking the kiss with a sentence Harry had never heard before.
"I love you."
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NT: ok, now, I think we should talk. This story received only one review and I completely understand that. I mean, you don't know the writer, and you also don't know the story, so, why comment it, right? But I need to know if at least there is more than one person reading this, because, really, I won't lose hours and hours of my scarce free time to translate something no one's reading. So just let me know, ok? Even f it's only 'oh, nice. I'm reading.'
Of course I would be more than glad if you said what you think of the story so far, and if you're enjoying it or not, and all of that.
So, let's try and be nice, shall we?
Be a dear and
R E V I E W !
ps: There is one more story, of another writer, which I started to translate as well. It's got a whore!Harry, but in a different context, and it's HPSS. What do you think? Should I try that one as well? Let me know.
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