Chapter 14:
Disclaimer: I do not own Diary of a Call Girl or Harry Potter and I'm not profiting in anyway from this. They belong to their respective owners.
Harry couldn't believe that he had let Draco talk him into going into this fucking fancy dress sex party. He was mostly pissed off at what character he had received. Draco had handed him a package with a little envelope attached and instructed him to put it on. When he went to change he pulled the card out first and read that he was meant to be Aladdin and the person supplying the costume had asked him not to wear shoes. He had moaned and groaned while getting dressed and walked to find Draco dressed as Peter Pan and nearly keeled over laughing at him. He looked so ridiculous in comparison to the expensive clothes that Harry rarely seen him out of. His hair was even slightly disheveled underneath the cap. They hailed a cab that took them outside of the city to a private estate. It was all very posh with a large garden in front of the house and an even larger one behind it. It was crawling with potential clients and everyone there had the same goal: find the richest most attractive man in the room and make him theirs.
This party was a little bit different than ones he had been to in the past because it featured both female and male escorts. Some of the richest people in the country had come and were definitely paying for the ultimate amount of discretion. The room was crawling with dozens of people and they were all in costumes. He and Draco took a glass of the champagne from one of the waiters and took up a post in the corner to scope out any potential prospects. There were a few people that caught his eye but he had yet to make his move. He was eyeing a man dressed as Prince Charming across the room and Draco was similarly eyeing a man who stood out from the rest because he was dressed as James Bond. Count on Draco to pick the only person who didn't take the suggest costume and came dressed wrongly.
"Check out Snow White over there," Draco said laughing. "I wonder if she's got the 7 dwarves lined up to fuck."
"Wouldn't fancy being her," Harry grinned.
Soon the room had mostly cleared out and Draco had disappeared into one of the man rooms with the man dressed as James Bond and Harry and Prince Charming had finally met somewhere in the middle of the room. Harry took his hand and led him up the stairs and into one of the empty rooms. He placed a chaste kiss on his lips shut the door. Prince Charming them took the lead from him. He locked the door and kissed him hard and smiled down at him. Charming then pulled his jacket off and the took the sash around his waist and ran it over Harry's face. He then led him to the bed and pushed him back onto it. He took the silk sash and started to wrap it around Harry's arms and tied it at the wrist.
"Wait, I don't feel comfortable with this," Harry said trying to pull his arms apart.
"Shhh…no need to worry. Just a bit of fun," Charming smiled down at him and Harry shivered uncomfortably.
"Seriously let me go," Harry said sternly and started to pull at the sash.
"I paid for a real life whore and here you are," Charming said running a hand down Harry's face and he jerked away.
"Stop!" Harry demanded and ran for the door and tried to pull it open.
"Come on love, we're going to have a bit of fun," Charming smiled down at him again.
"Help!" Harry shouted.
"No one's going to hear you, they're all preoccupied."
"Help! Draco!" Harry shouted.
Charming had thrown him to the ground and he felt his shoulder crack when the doorknob feel the floor and Draco stormed into the room armed with a golf club and a half naked James Bond trailing behind him. He pointed the club at Charming and instructed James to help Harry to his feet. Once Harry had made it out the door with Draco behind him he could hear Charming yelling to stop them that Harry had tried to take off with is credit cards. They ran down the stairs and into the back garden just as an armed security guard came running around the corner. They dodged him and headed straight towards the wooded area just beyond the garden. Finally when they were sure they had lost the guard they stopped running and sat down on a fallen tree. They were both breathing hard and Harry was still reeling from what had just happened, when Draco started to laugh. It was infectious and soon Harry was laughing with him.
"Untie me please," Harry frowned. "That prick threw me down and I've hurt my shoulder."
"You sure do know how to pick the crazy ones, Potter."
"Yes, because he certainly came off as completely crazy when I first met him."
"He was completely off his rocker."
"Why do they do that?" Harry asked a little more seriously.
"Do what?"
"How can someone be such a pleasant person and all of sudden go all dark."
"Who knows," Draco shrugged finally untying the knot and freeing Harry.
"Do you have a phone?" Harry asked rubbing his arm and wincing.
"Yeah," Draco grinned and pulled it out of the waistband of his tights.
"Let me have it. I'll call Severus to come and get us."
"You can't fucking call him because then he'll know about my extra curricular activity," Draco hissed at him.
"Come on, Draco, knowing him he already knows. Besides, he doesn't mind that I do it."
"If he's mad about it I swear I'll kill you," Draco frowned.
Harry phoned Severus and the man was completely irate when Harry explained to what had happened. Harry made him promise to calm down and that it was just a risk that came along with the job. In the meantime he and Draco were lost in the woods in the middle of nowhere, not to mention he wasn't wearing any shoes and his arm was injured. Finally, after what felt like ages, they managed to come out on a road. They found a sign indicating their location and he called Severus back to let him know where they were at. He hadn't mentioned that he was hurt because he was afraid how Severus might react to the news. He was going to wait until he was here so that he could try to keep him in check in person. When he hung up the phone, he and Draco walked along side of the road for a bit until they came across another fallen log to sit on until Severus arrived. He couldn't believe that they had gotten themselves into this mess. He was cold, tired, and his arm hurt, but in the end there was a bit of humor to be found in the situation. A security guard had chased him and Draco through a field dressed as Aladdin and Peter Pan. He just wasn't quite so sure that Severus would find the humor in the situation.
"Where is Uncle Sev?" Draco moaned. "I'm cold and dirty and I want a shower."
"My arm is killing me, are you serious?" Harry scowled at him in return.
"Honestly, no amount of money was worth sleeping with 007 back there," Draco smirked and flexed his pinky. "Even I'm not that good of an actor."
"You're impossible," Harry grinned broadly at him.
"I try," Draco laughed waggling his eyebrows at Harry.
"I'm retiring you know?" Harry said quietly. "This was meant to be like my last big hurrah."
"Please tell me that you're kidding?" Draco asked in disbelief.
"Afraid not. I want to focus more on where my relationship with Severus is going. A fresh start."
"I knew you wouldn't last," Draco teased and Harry laughed.
Maybe the party ending badly had been a sign that he really was meant to give it all up. The final definite push through the threshold of the straight and narrow. He wasn't going back on his word, but this had been good to cement his decision. That guy really had put the fear of god into him, like how could someone change from this charming guy to a major creep in such a short span of time. The had flipped so quickly and Harry had stupidly lost control of the situation. That was a rule that he had broken, always be in control, if they sit down you stand up. As a result of allowing himself to lose control he also broken another personal rule and had allowed himself to be restrained. It had all happened so fast that he really didn't now how he could have stopped it. Maybe he had lost his edge. Maybe being with Severus has softened the hard exterior he had built up in regards to this job.
Then there was Draco, he honestly didn't know what he would do without the git. He had accepted it no questions asked. Isn't that how friends were supposed to be? He was certain that Ron and Hermione had once been that way. Distance was definitely killing this friendship and he found himself increasingly happier that Severus was arranging the trip for him this weekend. Hopefully they could be as close as they had once been, as close as he and Draco were now. Who would have thought that he could have found so much support here in the most selfish person on the planet: Draco Malfoy. Sometimes hew anted to shout that at Ron and Hermione. He knew that friend's often drifted after school, and now he felt like he was grasping straws and all the effort was clearly on his end. This weekend was all going to be about mending the fractures that had appeared in their friendship. If things didn't look up from there they would more than likely organically distance themselves.
"I think that's Uncle Sev!" Draco grinned pointing at the sleek black car that hap appeared in the distance.
When the car came to a stop in front of them the first thing that Severus did was jump out to make sure that Harry was okay.
"You are hurt," Severus obsidian eyes burned with anger.
"Just a little," Harry smiled softly. "Just a risk of the job."
"It should not be. I would kill him if I got the chance."
"Calm down," Harry said firmly.
"Can the two of you stop playing Pride & Prejudice, and get in the car? It's starting to rain," Draco whined petulantly.
"Come, I will take you to the hospital," Severus said taking his uninjured hand and leading him to the car.
"Can't you just set it? You're technically a doctor, right?" Harry asked earnestly.
"I would prefer if we were to go to the hospital," Severus said sternly.
"Fine," Harry sighed.
"Can you take me home first?" Draco asked hopefully and received a glare from Severus. "Fine, I'll just call the car when we get into London."
The emergency room was packed and he was fairly certain that if Severus hadn't asked to talk to an old colleague it would have been all night before someone got around to seeing them. He felt slightly bad about skipping ahead of all the other people who had been waiting and he was pretty sure they hated him from the looks that he got when they called him back moments after walking in. He smiled apologetically and followed Severus and the nurse back into one of the empty rooms. When he sat down on the examination table the nurse busied herself with flirting with him and Severus coughed and she glanced up at him and then proceeded to ask if he was Harry's father. Harry almost shit himself when she asked that, he of course corrected her, and Severus sent her out the door with a glare that made her shrink back. This day was shaping up to be quite a rosy one indeed. The only positive thing that had come from it was that the older man was yet to ask about Draco. He knew he would have to ask him about it sooner or later but at the moment he planned to ask him once they go home. Maybe he could filter it all before Draco had to face him again.
"I need a drink," Severus sighed. "You and that godson of mine will be the death of me."
"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly no registering if he was being serious or not.
"If I did not love you so much," Severus smiled at him.
"I like when you smile."
"You are definitely a reason to smile."
Once they left the hospital, Severus took him home and tucked him into the couch. He then went to the his drawer of takeaway menus and ordered something for them to eat. He really didn't understand what all the fuss was about, Severus had all but dared him to leave the couch and the only thing wrong with him was a sore arm. He really hoped that all of this wouldn't interfere with his plans for the weekend. He really did want to be able to go through with his visit to Ron and Hermione. They had seemed pleased when he had mentioned it to them and he didn't want to have to back out on them now. He would have to approach the subject carefully and possibly in the morning when Severus had cooled some more. He really was treating him as though he was something that had come in the post labeled as fragile. Sadly, he was the furthest thing from fragile, he might be clumsy and have a knack for getting himself into trouble, but a dislocated shoulder was something he would have been all but used to under the reign of his aunt and uncle. They had kept him in a cupboard under the stairs, if that didn't send a clear enough message to him then nothing would have.
Severus had come back in after ordering their food and making himself a drink and sat down next to Harry on the sofa. He cuddled into him and sighed with content as Severus carded his fingers through his hair. He really could get used to this. The only thing he worried about was Draco, and how this would affect everything between all three of them. Sometimes he felt as though Draco might have been a third wheel of this relationship, not in a bad way but in the way that he seemed to always been around. It might have something to do with the recent loss of his father but this was more of the way Draco tended to be in general. He was busied himself with fretting over how to handle the situation when Severus decided to take it into his own hands.
"Stop fretting over Draco," he chastised him and continued to card his fingers through his hair. "I know what shenanigans my godson gets himself into. I always have. He thinks himself to be very clever and evasive but he likes to show off too much."
"How did you know?" Harry asked surprised.
"When you worry, you get this little crease in your brow," Severus replied slightly amused. "You really do wear everything on your face."
"So, you don't mind?"
"It is Draco's life and his to choose to do with as he wants. I do not approve of it necessarily but his father knew as well. Lucius took a great many measures to keep it all under wraps."
"So wait, his father knew too?" Harry asked confused.
"Yes, Draco has always been one to get himself into trouble and Lucius was always aware of his son's affairs."
"That's a bit strange," Harry shuddered slightly. He was after all used to having relatives that couldn't care less if he didn't come home at night, they actually preferred when he spent days away.
"It is how the Malfoys work," Severus said, not phased by any of it. "Lucius' father did it to him, and I suspect if Draco is ever blessed with a child he will do it him or her."
"Hm…" Harry mused slightly baffled by it all.
"Don't fret on it, it is just the way those sorts of families function."
"Yeah, it's just a lot to take in."
"I know," Severus said running his finger down Harry's forearm. "You're dirty."
"I am after all supposed to be a street urchin," Harry laughed realizing for the first time in hours that he was still dressed as Aladdin. "I think I'll have a shower."
"Shall I come?" Severus asked his dark eyes glistening with amusement.
"If that's what you'd like," Harry smiled and leaned down to place a chaste on his lips. "You can wash my back for me."
Harry led Severus up the stairs to the large shower that occupied the bathroom attached to their room. Severus slowly helped him out of his sling, then undressed him and placed light kisses in the crook of his neck. He then pulled his own clothes off and they pooled at their feet. Severus turned the shower on and the steam from the hot water wafted through the room as Harry leaned up to kiss him again. He took Severus' hand and led him into the shower stall. He could immediately tell how restrained the older man was being so that he wouldn't hurt his injured arm. The steam from the warm water had made the rest of the world disappear temporarily, and he gently pressed Harry against the cool tiles of the shower wall and kissed him deeply, running his hand through Harry's damp hair. He pulled himself away and picked up a bottle of shampoo and pools some into his palm. He turns Harry around gently and started rubbing it into his scalp, his long fingers massaging and working the shampoo in causing Harry to sigh with content. In that moment he honestly couldn't think of anything that felt better in his entire life.
Severus' then took soap and lathered it in his hands and with his long, skilled fingers began to rub it over Harry's chest and back. Harry could feel himself becoming aroused and turned to press himself against Severus' thigh to let him know. Severus smiled lightly and continued to lather the soap onto Harry's skin. He worked his way from his chest down to his stomach, pausing only to take his time running his fingers around Harry's waist and thighs, but never making contact with his arousal. Harry didn't like being teased by the man and decided to take matters into his own hands.
Harry took Severus' hand and planted light kisses onto his palm. Inspecting the delicate fingers, he took one of them into his mouth and sucked lightly on it. Smiling around the finger up at Severus when he saw the spark of desire ignite in the man's eyes. He sucked again, harder this time and Severus grasped him firmly causing Harry to wince and Severus to recoil almost immediately.
"You are hurt," Severus said stopping Harry before he could even protest.
"It'll be fine, you didn't even hurt me," Harry whined.
"Later," Severus said kissing him softly. "Do not pout, it is not very becoming." Severus teased him.
Going to bed that night was entirely too disappointing on Harry's part. He nuzzled himself into Severus' side and was happy to be in the man's arms, but at the same time he was mentally kicking himself for wincing. He had shown that little bit of pain and now Severus was treating him like a porcelain doll. In the future he made note not to allow himself to make the same mistake again. Sighing, he nuzzled further into Severus' side and conceded with going to sleep.
"Goodnight, Severus."
"Goodnight, love."
A/N: I hope you like it. I promise there will be more bedroom action soon and for now I leave you with this little teaser. Thanks again for all the reviews they really do motivate me.