CHAPTER 11: The Bitter End

Summary: When Draco Malfoy finds out that the Golden Boy of Hogwarts is selling his body to the night he gets out his wallet. HD in all its angsty loveliness.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. So don't sue me, okay? I'm only a poor college student.

A/N: So I got back from France a few days ago. It was the most amazing trip of my entire life! It was so beautiful! God, I could go on forever. However, some part of me says that you would rather read some Harry/Draco fiction rather than the incessant rambling of a silly author. So here you go. Chapter 11 coming at you. In which Draco realizes what a mess he has made, Harry contemplates quitting the business and we all get closer to the end of the story. Remember to review, loves. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

His senses began to come back to him and he felt sleep starting to ebb but Draco did not open his eyes. He was minutely aware of a weight on his out stretched arm and soft hair tickling his chin. He breathed in deeply and sighed in content. Visions of the previous night danced across his closed eyelids and his felt his heart swell with pleasure. Draco snuggled closer to the warm body laying next to him his nose delighted in Harry's scent. Heaven. The small thought drifted lazily across his drowsy brain. Here, with Harry in his arms, really was heaven.

Draco idly wondered what the rest of the day had in store for him and for Harry. What day was it? His brain felt foggy as he went through the past week. Ah, today just happened to be Sunday. Perhaps Harry would be happy to just stay in bed all day. After all they did not have classes or anything else they were required to do. Visions of him and Harry laughing, snuggling and drinking coffee together in the large bed flashed through his head. He hoped Harry didn't have any plans for the day. Laying in bed and just talking sounded marvelous to Draco. He wondered what Harry would think of such plans. Would he feel threatened by such couple like activities?

"Mmmm..." Harry mumbled, still asleep, against Draco's shoulder. Draco smiled as the other boy's hand tightened around his midsection. "..Sebastian"

Within seconds Draco's clouded silver eyes shot open. The sound of Harry's soft voice calling out for that name sliced through his heart. It felt almost as if Harry was calling for some other lover. The remorse he had been feeling the previous night came back to him with a vengeance. A wave of nausea swept over him and for a second he thought he might vomit. How could he have forgotten what a mess he was in? One lusty romp and his brain had been able to push away those guilty thoughts. How stupid he had been.

The guilt that was forming in Draco's stomach became magnified by the fact that he still held the other boy in his arms. Harry had gone to bed thinking he was sleeping next to Sebastian Hewitt. In reality he had bedded his enemy. The numerous lies flooded into Draco's head and felt a new surge of hatred surge through his veins. However, this was not directed at the brunette, but rather at himself. He had consciously known that Harry had been in a fragile state of mind and body, but that had not stopped Draco's lust filled body from ravishing the smaller boy. He was almost as bad as fucking Theodore Nott.

Draco clenched his eyes closed in frustration and self disgust. An image of Harry flashed across his mind again and it only helped to increase his pain. He could see the small nervous smile the brunette had flashed at him before he had crawled into bed the night before. The small flicker of affection that went into the way Harry had cuddled up to Draco and whispered a hallowed 'good night.' Poor, sweet Harry.

A new realization cut into Draco with as much force as the cruciatus curse. There was a chance, small as it may be, that Harry might be falling for him. Well, Sebastian rather. Oh what a complete mess he had made of this entire situation. He had achieved the impossible! He had gotten Harry to begin to return his feelings, and for what? To have those feelings quickly revoked because Draco had lied. He had betrayed Harry in the most unthinkable way. Was there any way that he could fix this? Nothing seemed to be coming to mind.

In the time that he and Blaise had formulated the plan he had never pictured this outcome. Their plotting had never gone beyond that fist night. It was only supposed to be a one time thing. Draco was to get in, sleep with Potter and get over then get over his obsession with the Boy Who Lived. Blaise had confidently said that once Draco had had him everything would be over. Draco would move on to someone else. Hopefully someone more attainable. Fucking Blaise. He should have known Draco would never be satisfied with one nibble; Draco always wanted the entire cookie jar! While Blaise was a refined epicurean, Draco was the lustful hedonist. Fucking Blaise!

Every muscle in Draco's body tensed as he felt Harry roll over. He sighed a long breath of relief when the boy settled again. He thanked his lucky stars that the boy had not woken up. That could only make things ten times worse. What could he possibly say to the boy next to him to make things better? "So I used a potion to change my appearance, adopted a new identity, lied to you numerous times, and then fucked you twice. But it's all okay Harry! Because, honestly, I love you! Cheers!" He doubted that this explanation would go over well.

Sensing that he had just made a narrow escape from that outcome Draco decided that it was time to leave. He would formulate a better plan later when there wasn't the chance the Harry would wake up. What he really needed right now was an escape plan. How to get out without waking the boy snuggled up next to him. He made another silent thank you when he noticed that Harry's repositioning had made such an escape more feasible. Holding his breath and moving as slowly as humanly possible Draco removed his arm from underneath Harry's sleeping from. He only released the breath when he had successfully freed himself. Then Draco quietly got up from the bed and moved away from it. He gathered his clothes and dressed in silence facing the doorway. He knew that if he looked at Harry he might not be able to leave.

Once dressed he grabbed his cloak and headed towards the door. When he reached it he turned to look back at the boy one last time. Harry lay on his side looking adorably ruffled. Draco's heart clenched painfully and he was forced to use all his strength not to go to him. In his head he said a silent goodbye and begged forgiveness. He knew that Harry would be confused and hurt when he awoke to a cold bed.

Draco pushed these thoughts out of his head and turned around to enter into the corridor and the real world. Once outside the room he closed the door noiselessly and leaned against it. He felt emotionally and physically drained but knew he had made the right decision. He could never be happy if he had to keep lying to Harry. If he had to keep pretending to be Sebastian.

As he walked away he could feel the winds of change blowing. He knew that he stood at the very edge of a precipice and had to tread carefully. What he needed was a plan of action, and there was only one person who could help him. He needed to find Pansy and quick. Only she would know what to do. No more asking Blaise, for it was he who had started this whole thing. Fucking Blaise.

Harry felt himself slowly returning to consciousness but tried in vain to hold on to the sleep slipping through his fingers. He had been having a lovely dream and did not want to wake up yet. However, this was impossible and he was soon awake. His entire body felt rested and stiff. He clenched his eyes shut tight as he did a huge stretch. A high pitch squeal escaped his lips and rolled over onto his stomach.

"Good morning, Sebastian" He murmured into pillow, his eyes still shut. "I don't think I've ever slept that good!"

He waited for a response but was only met with silence. Thinking the other boy must still be asleep, Harry pushed himself up onto his elbows to sneak a glance at his sleeping partner. He was surprised and hurt when his eyes were met only with the sight of rumpled silk.

"Sebastian?" Harry called softly dreading the lack of response. He rolled over again and pulled himself into a sitting position. "Sebastian?"

The room was completely empty. Gone was the striking blonde and gone was the pile of his clothes. Harry pulled the silk sheets tight around him as he suddenly felt very vulnerable. Where was Sebastian? He wondered.

He realized that the boy had probably snuck out when Harry was still asleep, not even bothering to say goodbye. Oh goodness Harry, how could you have been so stupid? Did you honestly think the boy was going to be there when you woke up? He got what he had paid for and had no other reason to stay. Harry mentally smacked himself for being so naïve. It was as if today was his first on the job.

No, he told himself silently. He was jumping to conclusions without talking to Sebastian first. He had probably had a very good reason for leaving so early. He might have had some pressing engagement and had not wanted to wake Harry. He decided that he liked this version of the story a lot more then the previous. Besides, Sebastian had seemed very serious when he had asked Harry to stay earlier. Harry had been sure he had seen true affection shinning in those beautiful grey eyes.

Harry slowly let himself lay back on the pillows and closed his eyes. He let his thoughts drift to the gorgeous blonde that had wheedled his way into Harry's heart strings. He felt his chest constrict slightly and a slight soaring in his stomach. He realized that the feelings were those usually associated with strong infatuation and felt slightly bemused. He had never been in love before and this entire situation felt strange to him. The fact that he was falling for a customer made this even more bizarre. He felt extremely confused and conflicted. Yet at the same time found that he was not completely opposed to everything that was happening.

Harry opened his eyes again and lay gazing at the ceiling, his entire body motionless. His musings had brought him to a weird conclusion and he wondered how long he had been thinking. He cast a silent charm to find the time. It had been more than an hour since Harry had woken up to find Sebastian gone, but Harry still had no desire to get out of the bed. He knew that he should get back to the common room. He knew that his friends would be worried that he had been gone for so long. He knew he couldn't hide forever. All of this he knew, but he didn't care. He closed his eyes warily.

At this moment he did not want to leave the room. He felt so connected to it. So many things had transpired within its walls. It was the place he always chose for his secret meetings. To Harry, it felt like what happened here would stay here. As if this room was not attached to the rest of the world. That is what he wanted right now, he wanted isolation.

He sighed audibly and curled himself into a ball. He brought the sheets tighter around him. His mind slowly drifted over the countless other days when he had awoken to different feelings. It was not very uncommon to wake up with his slender frame covered in bruises and cuts. He could not remember how many times he had been left bleeding on a bed in this room. But he had always been ready for another round, another meeting with some unhappy person.

He could still hear the grunts of frustration as another person thrusted against him. Still see fists colliding with parts of his body and the look of hatred and disgust mirrored in another's eyes. Still feel the ache of his body after a particularly bad night. He could remember lying still after it was over as the feelings numbness left him.

He opened his eyes under the covers and could see the dim light filtering through the red silk. From underneath the soft clothe it felt as if he was the only thing that existed. He felt like a little kid hiding from a thunder storm. He was struck by a sudden realization that he did not like the feeling of being alone at this moment. This was odd as he usually sought solitude whenever he could get it. However, right now he wanted nothing more then for Sebastian to be with him under these covers.

He found it interesting that he did not feel any numbness at the moment. The feeling of isolation that usually shrouded him seemed to have lifted. How strange considering his body was bruise free and Sebastian was the most caring lovers he had ever had. Then why did he feel more alive than he had in years? Was this what love did? Did it make people feel more complete and content then they would normally? He understood now why Ron and Hermione were together so much. Goodness he felt sappy.

Idly he wondered what Sebastian thought of his profession. Did the blonde feel jealous that Harry had other lovers? He wondered how he would feel if their roles were reversed. He decided that he would not like it. He wanted Sebastian all to himself. Actually Sebastian was the only person he wanted. The more he thought about it the less he wanted any other person to touch him intimately. What did that mean for the business? He did not want to meet with any more clients. He suddenly realized that meant he would no longer be prostituting. That thought seemed to please him. He felt freer than he had in a long time. This was the bitter end. Yet it was more sweet than bitter.

Harry quickly sat up and threw off the covers. He jumped out of bed his body feeling light and renewed. He dressed quickly and left the room without a second thought. He was off to the owlery to send what seemed to him to be like a letter of resignation. He wanted to tell all of his customers that there would be no more meetings, that he was done. He also planned to send one to Sebastian saying he was quitting, but still wanted to see him. He felt nervous energy pulsing through his veins, smiled, and took off at a run. The winds of change were blowing.