Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy...but maybe if I head over to Magical Amity, Baron will have one of them in stock for me.
Warning: I feel like this is starting to get pointless--but I'll do it anyway. Ahem:
Brielle23 is somewhat of a pervert that strictly writes stories about gay boys (horny teens and twenty-somethings to be exact) and the lovin that ensues when said boys act on their every want and desire. It can sometimes be romantic and fluffy, and it can sometimes be depraved and dirty--but all of my stories have humping. So if you do not like that sort of thing, do not read any of my stories--ever.
P.S.- This one is a bit longer than the last--still not super long--but longer. I had a lot of crap to do this weekend (including seeing HP6 for the fourth time--sad, right?) so I didn't get as much done as I wanted. But at least I posted, which is better than nothing I hope :)
Anyway folks, here is Chapter 10. Let me know what you think!
The warm air of mid-morning wrapped itself around Draco the moment he exited the stuffy confines of Magical Amity. It was as though the heavens were smiling down him, like they knew the day's significance and wanted to welcome him back into the world with the most beautiful weather they could possibly offer. The sun sparkled overhead, stretching its fingers across the usually grey skies, and Draco's pallid skin gratefully drank in its rays, lapping up every drop of sunshine as though afraid the glow was too good to be true, like the moment Draco turned away, the sun would disappear behind the clouds, never to be seen again.
"Ready to go?" Harry said, holding his arm out for Draco to latch on to. "We can apparate around the corner up there."
"Um...actually..I was hoping to walk a bit. I mean it's such a nice day out and..."
"Oh yeah, of course. It's not that far away anyway." Harry dropped his arm and continued walking, maintaining a respectful distance between them. And Draco was appreciative. He needed to take in the sights and sounds on his own; he couldn't do it feeling rushed or with anything to distract him. After all, it had been ages since he had been in the outside world and he owed himself the opportunity to get reacquainted with it. He might have had plenty of things to think about, like what he would actually do once they reached their elusive destination, but he pushed those things out of his mind, bound and determined not to waste a single second of his freedom.
As they rounded the corner, the atmosphere of a bustling city assaulted his senses. The new street smelled of fresh baked bread and exhaust, a combination most wouldn't find appealing, but Draco welcomed it with open arms. Anything beat the scent of moldy walls and musty furniture that he had become so accustomed to. Muggle car horns blared and children laughed as they jumped rope on the sidewalk. A cart selling roasted nuts on the corner reeled Draco in with its promise of cinnamon-induced euphoria, but his hopes for the decadent fare were quickly dashed when he discovered you needed muggle money to purchase them. However, Harry being the constant-gentleman, reached into his pocket and produced a couple of folded bills, and Draco walked away with a paper cone filled with happiness.
He popped the candied gems in his mouth, savoring their sweetness and savoring his surroundings as they crossed the street to a busier block yet. This section of town was filled with countless, muggle shops. Windows with everything from copper pots and pans to muggle apothecary products stretched as far as the eye could see, and Draco wanted to see them all. He paused a moment at a florists, literally stopping to smell the roses. Beautiful mauve calla lilies and periwinkle hydrangeas hung in wicker baskets and they subconsciously reminded Draco of the gardens of his childhood home--the manor. It brought him back to a simpler time, before he knew his parents place in the wizarding world, before things fell apart. However, not wanting to make the leap from childhood memories to adolescent horrors, Draco quickly moved on, desperate to keep his train of wonder moving ahead at full steam. But all too quickly the crowds on the streets began to thin, making way for more residential co-ops and flats.
"We're here," Harry said climbing a stoop that led to an emerald green door. He dug into his pockets and produced a ring of dangling keys. After struggling a moment to make the chosen key fit into the lock, it finally clicked and Harry pushed the door open, holding it so Draco could enter. "It's not much, but it's home." Draco stepped inside, removing his shoes when he saw Harry doing so.
Looking around, Draco was in taken aback by what he saw. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he expected of the Chosen One's home, but it certainly wasn't the sight in front of him. The flat was spacious, one very large room encompassing a living room, kitchen and two makeshift bedrooms made from small alcoves on the opposite wall. It was rather quaint for Draco's taste, but it would have had potential, had it not been for the trash strewn all over the place. Piles of papers were scattered all over what Draco assumed was a coffee table, although he couldn't see any of its surface to confirm that suspicion, fast food bags and wrappers were wadded up and tossed in various spots on the floor, and empty bottles were stowed in every nook and cranny imaginable—in the sink, on the counter, even tucked between couch cushions.
"Sorry, it's a little messy," Harry said as he ran around the room and scooped up pile after pile of debris. He pointed to the corner. "The fireplace is over there if you need to floo anyone. I know you didn't have time really to arrange anything before you left."
Draco's brain instantly kicked into high gear. He had allowed himself to get distracted by his new-found freedom, making him temporarily lose sight of his goal. But now he had to get back down to business. He had seeds of deceit to plant, and he had to plant them soon, before Harry realized his plan, or worse, grew tired of him.
"Um...see...I don't really have anyone to call," Draco said, doing his best to look embarrassed and ashamed. "I mean...I am so grateful to be out of that place, but the downside is I don't really have anywhere to go."
"What about friends?" Harry asked.
"They abandoned me."
"Family?"
"Dead or in jail."
"What about the manor?"
Draco's heart sank. It seemed like Harry was already trying to get rid of him. Perhaps playing the man was going to be harder that he thought. "All of my family's assets were seized," Draco said taking a deep breath, letting his lip tremble a little for good measure. "If I had any other options do you think I would have turned to that profession to begin with? Definitely not. But don't worry. I'll figure something out. I have always considered myself to be quite resourceful, and if need be, I can use my...er...assets to make money again until I can afford a proper place to live. Then I can look for a real job, a respectable job."
Harry turned and stalked over to Draco. "Whoah...wait a second. So I paid all that money to free you and you're just going to go back to prostituting?"
"Harry, my options are limited. I mean, it won't be all that bad. Anything is better than being at Magical Amity."
"Maybe...but you don't have to prostitute. I can help you get a job somewhere else."
"Harry, no...I'm not putting you out like that!"
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Harry's mind spun. He couldn't believe that after everything he had done for the man, Draco was going to throw away his second chance at life and go back to the streets. He understood that Draco was at a disadvantage, that he would have a hard time rebuilding after everything that had happened, but did he really need to go back to prostitution? It was degrading and dangerous, and quite honestly, it pained Harry to think of the countless men that would be lining the street corner for just a few minutes with Draco--with his Draco. He felt stupid and pathetic for thinking that way, but he couldn't help it. He had feelings for the former Slytherin, feelings he couldn't quite put his finger on, but feelings none-the-less. But unfortunately, Draco could do whatever he wanted with his life. He was a free agent and could screw as many men as he wanted, whenever he wanted, and there was nothing Harry could do about it.
Or was there?
In his haste of getting Draco out of that miserable hell hole, Harry hadn't really discussed the implications of buying one of Baron's "goods." Did he literally own Draco now? Harry did sign a contract, after all, transferring ownership of Draco from Baron to him, but what did that really mean? Was it just a formality or did he sign a magically enforced contract like the one that had bound Draco to Magical Amity for all that time? If it was a magically enforced contract, it literally meant what is said: Draco was now his property and he could, in turn, make the beautiful blonde do whatever he wanted. And that meant if Harry ordered Draco to stay off the street, he would have to oblige.
"Draco...can you tell me a little more about the contract I signed with Baron?"
"Well...it just states that you bought me, I guess. That's all."
"But thinking back to some of the verbiage on the contract, it made it seem like I literally own you now. Am I crazy or is that what it means?"
"Erm...well..."
"I mean, I can floo Baron and check the details if need be. I'm just curious..."
"No!" Draco yelled. "Don't call him. Please." He stepped closer to Harry, a pleading look in his steely grey eyes. "Yes," he sighed. "That's what it means. For a whole year, you literally own me." A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "Ha, who would have ever thought, right? I, Draco Malfoy, now have to ask 'how high' whenever the great Harry Potter tells me to jump. But that's karma for ya?"
"Draco, I would never take advantage of this! I am only going to ask you to do what I think is in your best interest--starting now actually. I insist that you stay here with me for at least a good month or two, at least while we try to get your situation straightened out, okay?"
Draco nodded. "Simple enough. Just please...I am begging you...please don't call Baron." Tears began to well in the corners of Draco's eyes and Harry could see his lips start to tremble ever so slightly. If one thing was for certain, Harry knew then and there that he never wanted to say or do anything to make Draco this upset again. It literally tore his heart in two to see such a strong and beautiful person reduced to this fragile state.
"I promise," he said, brushing aside a strand of Draco's hair, "I won't call him. Ever." But before anything else could be said, Draco flung his arms around Harry and crashed their lips together with such fire, such intensity, that Harry could hardly breathe. It made him frantic and light-headed, but he truthfully didn't mind; it only added to the dizzying sensations that were coursing through his body. It was like drowning in a sea of his favorite things--chocolate, caramel, whipped cream. He could forgo breathing for a long time to stay submerged in such decadence and deliciousness.
But somewhere in the distance, Harry heard his grandfather clock start to sing. It played a short little melody of beauty and optimism, before ringing out with a singular, long, distinct chime. It was one o'clock.
"Shit!," Harry said pulling himself away from Draco. "I have to get to Ron and Hermione's. Do you mind just hanging here while I'm gone? I should only be there a couple of hours tops." Harry quickly ran to his dresser and pulled out a black, button-down shirt. "Then, maybe," he said, swapping the new shirt for his old one, "maybe when I get back, we can pick up where we left off?"
Draco smiled, looking a little crestfallen, none-the-less. "Sure."
When Harry was dressed and presentable, he ran over to Draco and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. "Perfect. I'll be back soon!" Then he turned and stepped into the fireplace, quickly spinning out of sight.
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Draco was fuming. Never, in his ten years of having sex, had anyone ever denied him. Sometimes a person might be hesitant, but Draco always knew how smooth over those little snags, comforting and coercing the laggard until they were once again putty in his hands, soft and pliable and willing to do whatever he said. But not once had anyone outright denied him, especially not in the heat of the moment. If in the same situation, a normal person would have said 'Fuck my friends...I want to stay here and fuck you,' but not Harry Potter. No, he had to be strange and difficult. He was noble and felt compelled to fulfill his obligations, even if it left Draco hanging, well, not hanging, but fully erect with a raging hard-on.
But, Draco had to remind himself, it's not the small victories that matter (and fucking Harry on his terms would have been a victory.) It was the main event, the battle that Draco had been waging without Harry's knowledge that truly counted. And as far as that was concerned, Draco was winning that war, hands down. Harry had eaten up his sob story like a fat kid eats cake; quick and easy and without thinking about the repercussions. So even if his sexual prowess was waning some, which he was sure that it wasn't, Draco had a restored confidence in his power of persuasion. He had spoon-fed Harry exactly what he wanted to have happen, and Harry, in turn, gave it all to Draco, without even realizing whose hand was really holding the spoon.
And thinking of silverware, Draco groaned as he looked around the room. "Well if I'm living here, I can't be surrounded by this filth." He picked a crusty fork up off the table and threw it in the sink, before setting off to clean the rest of the flat.
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Harry got nauseous as he spun through floo, passing room after room of other wizard's homes. Finally, after twisting and turning for what felt like ages, he came to an abrupt stop, banging his head off of the brick fireplace he had landed in.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed as she pulled him out of the grate. "I have missed you so much!" She wrapped her arms around him tightly and Harry couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, I've missed you too."
A/N: Come on guys...review me...all the cool kids are doing it! (This has got to be the lamest attempt at peer pressure ever!)