Now a few answers:
XX: There is a reason I didn't say if everyone knew he was prostitute. Don't worry It will be explained. I hope this won't fall flat on it's face! Yikes!
Snowy-Chan: I promise you that I will get into Draco's love for Harry! I'm a huge sucker for H/D love! And this story will be filled with it!
Keisan: There is a reason Harry is selling himself. If you read this chapter it will get into it. I didn't want to get into all in the first chapter. Got to leave you all wanting more
Special thanks to my new pal Stephanie for her help and advice!
The golden trio sat at a table in the corner studying. Or rather Hermione and Ron were studying and Harry lost in thought staring at his blank parchment. He looked at his two best friends across the table. They were holing hands while Hermione was trying to explain something to Ron and he was smelling her hair. Harry rolled his eyes. Did they have to go super couple on him twenty four/seven? Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He slowly got up and walked towards the boy's staircase. A dark barn owl tapped at the window violently. Grumbling slightly Harry stopped and went to let it in. The bird screeched indignantly at having to wait so long. It quickly dropped the letter at his feet and flew off immediately.
"Stupid birds." Harry muttered picking up the letter. It was addressed to him. He eyed it almost warily. He knew exactly what it was and put it into the pocket of his robes hoping no one had seen the little black envelope.
"What did you get Harry?" Ron called from their table. Harry groaned and rolled his eyes again before turning around and facing his friends again. He hated lying to them all the time. There was no way they would understand his reasoning. Hermione would be shocked and try and help him. Ron would not believe it. The problem was he didn't want help. So he kept his rendezvouses a secret, just like his pain.
"Oh nothing Ron. Just another letter from 'Which Broomstick' about new equipment. I think I may cancel my subscription, these letters are getting tedious." He said with his happy mask firmly in place. He knew it had worked. They never suspected anything.
"Hmmm. Stupid spam owls! Can I look at when you're done though mate?" Ron asked going back to his essay. Harry smacked himself inwardly, where was he going to get a 'Which Broomstick' add?
"Yeah ..er.. sure Ron. I'm not feeling that well though, ok? I'm gonna go lay down." He said not really waiting for an response before walking to the staircase again.
Once Harry's hair had disapeared Ron leaned in and started kissing Hermione. Glad they finally had the common room to themselves. Hermione pulled back suddenly breaking their heated kiss.
"Do you think there is something wrong with Harry?" She asked looking a bit worried.
"He seems fine to me Hermione. Why would he be upset? I mean he is the hero of the age! He defeated V-Voldemort at the age of sixteen! He has enough money to buy this stinking castle! Merlin. I think he is just stressed with exams and school ending." Ron said leaning in again.
"Yeah I guess you're right." She said before her lips were captured in another heated kiss.
Harry trudged silently up to his dormitory. He knew that as soon as he left they would start kissing like there was no tomorrow. For them maybe there wasn't a tomorrow. Harry knew they loved each other but they bickered constantly. Who knew if their next fight would be the end of it all? Secretly he wished that it was over. He knew it was a cruel thought and he did feel guilty. He just wanted it to go back to normal when they were all just friends. He didn't want their pity or their empty offers of help, he just wanted to not be the third wheel, and feel like he mattered again. In his heart he knew that they would probably get married and have a family and he would be even more alone then he was now. He found it sadisticly funny that he was surrounded by people and friends all the time, and yet he felt completely isolated.
He reached the top of the stairs and went into his private dormitory. He was glad that being Head Boy came with privileges. He flung himself lightly onto the bed and picked the slender black envelope out of his pocket. It was a beautiful piece of paper, with his name written in silver ink. How many letters had he gotten like this? Requests written on beautiful paper from unattractive people. He recalled the first time, it was weird how it had all began. He had always thought prostitution was disgusting. An act that was vulgar and displayed low self-respect. He thought it rather ironic that he was now the only prostitute he knew of in Hogwarts. He hadn't meant for it to happen, and now it wasn't really surprise that it had./FLASH BACK/
The moon shown on his face illuminating his path as he walked from the Three Broomsticks. He had spent the entire night knocking back mulled mead by himself trying to forget. To forget the hundreds of bodies he had seen lying dead on a battlefield, the friends and loved one that had died. He felt responsible for it all, he carried the weight on his own shoulders and it was killing him slowly. His Parents, Cedric, Sirius, Ginny, Dean, Charlie, the list went on. All people he had cared about dead. It was unfair that people could go on being happy when he couldn't. Now the only way to get it all to go away was to drink. So drink he did.
His walking was wobbly and he clutched onto a bench for support. He wished he hadn't been alone. He was going to need help making it back to castle. He cursed under his breath for his lack of planning.
"Harry?" A low voice had called out behind. From the depth of the voice he guessed it was a boy somewhere around his age. He turned around slowly and came face to face with a slightly drunk Theodore Nott wearing only a bathrobe.
"What want Theo?" He slurred slightly trying his hardest to glare at the boy before him.
"Pansy just broke up with me." He said trying not to laugh at the face Harry was making at him.
"Wells thatss iss great Theos. I don't cares though." He cursed himself for his lack of articulation.
"Well you see Pothead, I rented this very nice room for us. It was our four month anniversary..."
Harry stopped listening. He was trying very hard to make his eyes focus.
"... I'm bisexual, as you know and let's face it you are attractive." He finished clearly waiting for an answer.
"But I hates you. Why would you wants to sex with me?" He said looking confused. He assumed there was more to this story he had missed.
"I just need a quick fuck, ok?" He said seeming annoyed.
"I woulds not have sex with you for 50 galleons!" Harry said his words becoming more pronounced.
"Interesting, I'll pay you 100" He said taking out a black velvet bag. He slowly moved towards him and rubbed his slender hands on Harry's waist. Harry blushed considerably and found his face feeling warm.
Harry looked and the bag in Theo's other had and eyed it warily. Theo was kind of cute for a Slytherin. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone. He could feel himself growing slightly lust ridden with pent up sexual energy. Did he really want to degrade himself and have sex for money though? A small internal battle raged in his mind. He even tried making a pro and con list. Theo clicked his tongue once in impatience. He had almost forgotten that he was there. Theo started advancing on him again and he could feel the blood moving south. As a result his body had concord his mind and he had agreed. It would only be a one time thing and if he was going to bed a Slytherin he might as well get paid for it. Theo had grinned fiendishly and lead him forcefully into a near by hotel. Theo continued dragging him up the stairs and into a large room. Harry felt dizzy and tired. It had seemed like they had walked farther.
"I just want you to know this is my first time ever paying for sex." Harry had thought it odd that he wanted to make that so clear. "Ok now then, umm Potter, take off you clothes." Theo said removing his bathrobe and lying on the bed. Harry did what he had been told and stripped quickly. He felt self conscious standing naked in front of Theo. He started to shiver from the cold and nerves. This would be his first time having sex with a guy. He was starting to regret his decision. Before he could change his mind Theo had grabbed him forcefully ripping Harry's soft skin with his nails. Harry hadn't said anything though; the pain awakened him and let him know he was still alive. It cut through his feelings of isolation and he loved it.
Theo had then went on to dominate and consume him. It had been one of the most painful experiences of his life. Theo seemed intent on punishing Him. He threw insults and punches. Harry had screamed inside, but no noise left his lips. He was trapped in his mind, taking what the other boy said to heart. When it was over Theo had left immediately leaving the bag of gold on the table. Harry's body ached and he couldn't move.He knew the tears were coming. In a matter of seconds his body heaved with heart wrenching sobs. For some reason he felt a release. He deserved the pain that was still coursing through his body. He welcomed this physical pain and needed more. It made him feel connected to the real world again. This was to be his form of self destruction. Some people used razors, or hair pulling , or even fire , he would use sex. He hated the idea of actually hurting yourself, it was too pathetic. This was different, he wasn't the one causing it.
Once he got up, he dressed slowly examining the scratches on his hips. He left the bag there, he didn't need the money and felt guilty about taking it. The maid would clean the room and end up leaving very happy. From the hotel he went straight back to the school, alone.
His thoughts swirled with thoughts of the night before. The closer to school he got the faster his feelings of solitude returned. He wanted the pain again, it was addictive. He was going to need to repeat the events of last night. He was going to become a prostitute. He shuddered slightly at the thought, but he was resolute. He quickly formed a plan to start a rumor about his new career move. If people he didn't want as clients asked him about it he would say it was just a dumb story. If he wanted that person then they could make arrangements. This was going to be dealt with in secrecy. He would draw up a magical contract with each client forbidding them to mention this to the press and forcing them to lie to anyone that asked. The rumors themselves would bring in business; he did not need people confirming them.
He wasn't worried in the slightest about Ron and Hermione. If they asked he would just deny it. They had always believed him before. They didn't think he had any reason to lie to them. As for the rest of the school that he didn't want as 'lovers' he would lie to them too. They wouldn't question it after that. After all why would the great Harry Potter lie! He was the Golden Boy! Saint Potter! The fucking boy who lived! Damn those Slytherin's for making up such bullshit!
That was a week beforethe firstletter arrived, and his new life of deception began.
/End FLASHBACK/
Harry was shaken from his reverie by a nock on the door. He could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. Most likely it was Ron and Hermione and he really didn't want to talk to them. He stayed silent hoping that if he didn't answer they would go away. His plan worked, he heard two pairs of feet shuffle away. He looked back down at a letter from a new client. Ignoring it wouldn't make it go away. He hoped it was a boy. Eventhough he was considered bisexual he still preferred boys. He had bedded three girls this week and they were driving him crazy. They were too gentle and giggled too much. He opened the letter slowly trying to save the black paper.Dear
Mr.Potter,
I learned from a friend of mine that you rent your body.
I haven't had sex in a while and was wondering if you
would consent. If you will, send a reply with the cost for
one night, and the location to which we will meet.
Sincerely,
Sebastian Hewitt 7th year, Slytherin
Harry re-read the letter. He had never heard of Sebastian Hewitt. However Hogwarts was quite a large place and he did not know everyone. He wrote the reply quickly, he wanted to post it soon. He hoped that Sebastian was attractive, it made his job easier.
A/N: You're going to be mad at me now, aren't you? I know there wasn't any Harry/Draco moments! I had to get this out of the way first! Sorry loves.