Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, 'cause I'm not J.K. Rowling, as you very well should know.
Parings: Harry/Lucius, others?
Summary: Why is Harry drawing pictures for money in the street? What happens when Lucius walks straight ahead and decides that he has something to say about the matter? And what if Harry actually let the Sorting Hat put him to Slytherin?
Warnings: slash, kind of AU
Rating: R (just to be sure)
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All gold does not glisterHarry:
"You two haven't paid your rent", a cold voice told me, when Anna and I stepped inside the corridor. The man's little pig eyes stared Anna, the young Japanese girl who I take care of to the best of my abilities– which really wasn't that much to be honest.
~ Oh shit. The rent, we don't have the money. Think, Harry, think. ~
"Mr. Enfoild, I'm sorry, we'll pay you, I promise. The thing is that right know we are… unable." I made a quick count. We didn't have even quarter of the rent. Great. "Listen, give us time till Friday and we'll get you the money…"
"Or…" our landlord started, interrupting me. "We could make… an arrangement."
My heart dropped. This wasn't good, at all.
Especially when his eyes roamed hungrily over Anna. She was thirteen years old, for Merlin's sake!
~ Think! ~
"If you would do something for me, I might… reconsider your rent payment this month."
I pushed my panic aside and did the only thing I could think of: I stepped closer to him, gathering everything I had learned in the street about seducing your client. Lazily I laid a hand on his chest, sliding it upwards, rubbing in a way that told him exactly what I had on my mind.
"I believe I might just be able to do that… Mr... Enfoild." I kept my voice low and breathy, my eyes cast downwards, while pressing my body to his in a way that hinted how far I was willing to go to get the rent paid. The key was 'almost, but not quite, it will drive them crazy and they'll most likely pay you more… if you're good enough'.
His breathing had quickened.
~ Please, let this work. Even if he doesn't 'reconsider' our rent. I just need to get him away from Anna. ~
"Perhaps we should take this business to more… private location, don't you think?"
I let him take me to his chambers, my mind already going elsewhere. It didn't matter because my body knew very well what was being asked from it. After all, one couldn't whore in the street for years and then just forget it. Though I tried.
I just hoped he wouldn't be too rough…
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Anna:
The waiting was always the worst part. Even if you were use to waiting, it was always hard.
I hated waiting.
Hopefully that bastard wouldn't hurt Harry. Still, I was thankful it wasn't me there. I never had had to sell my body, thanks to Harry, who had picked me from the street and taken me under his wing during the summer.
He had taken me in, even though he hardly had enough money for himself. He drew and painted, sometimes sold his body and I played guitar and sang. Sometimes Harry danced while I played, it usually drew more attention, and of course more money.
"That idiotic, imbecilic, brainless, oversized flobberworm…" Harry slammed the door shut, while continuing his cursing… hissing in Parseltongue. Then he continued his litany in Japanese.
"Aren't you a bit colourful, Mr. Potter?" I asked him in playful tone, interrupting him before he used language that would make *me* blush, and to distract him.
He inhaled deeply few times. "Hardly. He said he'd forgive half of the rent, but next time we better be in time, or it is you who will '*do something* for him' or we're both out. Anyway, he'll wait till Friday for this month's rent."
I nodded, numb.
"It went better than I expected", Harry told me, rubbing his face with a tired hand. I saw him wince slightly. So, our dear landlord hadn't been gentle. I just hoped it wasn't anything serious.
"I need a shower." And with that my green-eyed, dark angel walked to the small bathroom.
The way he walked…
Baka.
He would be covered up with bruises in the morning.
tbc…
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