Title: Shattered Life
Author: RedWitch
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ A few years later Harry Potter meets up with his old enemy.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.
Feedback: PLEASE! This is my first slash fic and it'd be great to hear from you all!
WARNING: This is a slash fic. If you don't like don't read! I'm not going to take flamers from people who were warned!
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Harry tapped his foot on the road. He waited patiently for the bus to come and talk him out of this part of London. He hated this part of London because of all the dirty needles and pills that littered the cracking cement floor. There were whores - women and men - lined up shaking whatever they had at any passing stranger.
It disgusted him. How could someone live like this, a life of nothing but drugs and crime? There was nothing appealing to the black haired man, but obviously it held something for the blond across the street. Harry saw the slender man walking around sitting there lazily. He smirked at Harry as if inviting him over.
Suddenly a much bigger man came up and pulled the blond up. Harry tried to look away, but when the two ducked into the alley he didn't know why, but he had to follow.
He walked across the street, the bus stopping for him. He didn't even notice though. Something seemed off about the blond and the way the man had forced him out of the view of the rest of the world.
"I said I don't have our money!" the voice seemed a little too cock fore someone in his position.
"And I said I wanted that money today. Now you little whore, where is it!?"
"Whore!? Fuck you! You need me! You know it! No one you've had has ever been better, fucking perv!"
Harry could tell who was speaking without even looking. But still he peered around the corner of the abandoned shop and looked.
The blond had been pinned against the wall. The other man grinded his hips to the blond's and grinned a little, but it was a devil-like grin. Suddenly, without warning his hand flew up and it came down hard on the blond's cheek. He began to sink down to the ground, into a crumpled pile.
"And don't think I'm done."
Harry watched in horror as the bigger man unbuckled his pants and forced himself into the blond's mouth. With an animalistic grunt he came and blond was forced to swallow. When he was fully clothed he turned back to the blond before he left.
"And this doesn't make us even Malfoy."
Harry stood there gaping for a moment. Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy, rich, snobby son of Lucius Malfoy? Draco Malfoy, who never came back from Christmas holidays in their sixth year? Harry has thought maybe he was receiving the Dark Mark, but when he never saw Draco at the war he amused something else had happened to him.
So shakily, Harry walked up to Draco, who was sitting on the ground still.
"Malfoy?" Harry tried to sound gentle.
Harry watched him stumble to get up, "Want something too?"
"I-I-"
Harry was more than lost for words. How could he speak to Draco? Hadn't they hated each other forever? How do you tell someone you hate that they shouldn't be wasting their lives this way, that you can help them?
"Dave sent you? He always sends his clients to me. I don't really work for him anymore. Well, at least not all the time. Stupid fuck," Draco looked down a little, "Do you have a place we can do this? Or just here, you know, whatever gets you off? It doesn't matter really."
"No, I'm not here for that." Harry looked around, trying to avoid Draco's questioning eyes.
"Are you the new little man? Jack's new pet? I'm trying to get the money. You guys come trying to get it so much I don't have time to earn it."
"No, I'm here to help you."
"Help me, eh? I don't need anyone's help." Draco tried to straighten his clothes a little and started to walk away.
"I never saw you come back. You promised to come back and kick my arse for stealing the snitch! You never came back!"
Draco whipped around. His eyes were not full of hatred like Harry knew, instead they were scared. Harry never thought he would see Draco Malfoy scared of him, or at least show it.
"Leave me alone! I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. So many people are looking for you."
"Like who? My father, who put me here? My mother, maybe? Or perhaps, beloved others?" His voice was more cracking than sneering.
Harry watched him carefully try to hold up the image that once almost scared him. He remembered the blond boy that looked down upon everyone.
"Severus is," Harry said, "Snape's looking for you. He thinks you're still alive. No one else believed him. To be frank everyone thought you went to the Dark Lord."
"Sounds about right." Draco laughed a weak laugh. "He's the only one who gave a flying fuck about me."
There was a moment of silence. Harry tried to make sense of Draco's comment. Was there no one who cared about him when he had been in Hogwarts? Didn't his mother care? Harry found it hard to picture any mother not loving her child, but he guessed ever kid got it hard in their own way,
"So is there a reason for all this? I mean, really Potter, you never did like me." Draco dug in his pocket for a smoke.
"No, I didn't. It's just people were always wondering what became of you." Harry shrugged.
"Well now you know. You can go back and tell your little dream team that Draco Malfoy is a whore." Draco exhaled. "Anything else you want Luv?"
"Just why are you doing this? Why are you throwing your life away this way? Why didn't you come back?"
Draco threw the smoke down and stepped on it, "Someone did it for me."
"What do you mean?"
Draco crossed his arms, "Listen Potter, why all of the sudden do you care? Remember me? Malfoy? I made you're life hell."
Harry raised an eye brow. "I'm sorry Malfoy, but you didn't have that much of an impact on me."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Fine, whatever. We still hated each other."
"I know, but doesn't it all seem petty now. That was school. We were in different houses, two great different houses. We were competition. Now, we're just two people."
"But you're wrong Potter. We're two very different people."
"So? Just come back. Please?" Harry pleaded.
Draco looked into a pair of beautiful eyes. When had that happened? When did Harry Potter, his arch enemy become so. . .hot. Draco tried to shake the thought form his head. No, not right.
"I can't Harry."
Harry winced. When had Malfoy ever called him that? And why did it sound so painful? He never knew Malfoy to sound so weak and distant. The blond had never held back anything he felt, especially anger. So many things had changed the boy, no, man in front of him.
"Malfoy, you can't live like this."
Draco smiled a little, "Anyone can live like this. It's surviving long enough to say you did that's the hard part."
Draco turned to leave, but this time Harry grabbed his arm. Draco turned slowly this time. He could take being yelled at, but he hated not knowing what kind of a touch was after her. If it was the suck me touch, or maybe I'll beat you to death touch. It didn't matter. Draco did not like being touched without expecting it.
"Please, I've got to go Harry."
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A/N - Thanks to PeachDancer82, pokari, Diana Malfoy, KathrynValmont, and GaBrIeLa! They're all awesome reviewer!
Author: RedWitch
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ A few years later Harry Potter meets up with his old enemy.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.
Feedback: PLEASE! This is my first slash fic and it'd be great to hear from you all!
WARNING: This is a slash fic. If you don't like don't read! I'm not going to take flamers from people who were warned!
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Harry tapped his foot on the road. He waited patiently for the bus to come and talk him out of this part of London. He hated this part of London because of all the dirty needles and pills that littered the cracking cement floor. There were whores - women and men - lined up shaking whatever they had at any passing stranger.
It disgusted him. How could someone live like this, a life of nothing but drugs and crime? There was nothing appealing to the black haired man, but obviously it held something for the blond across the street. Harry saw the slender man walking around sitting there lazily. He smirked at Harry as if inviting him over.
Suddenly a much bigger man came up and pulled the blond up. Harry tried to look away, but when the two ducked into the alley he didn't know why, but he had to follow.
He walked across the street, the bus stopping for him. He didn't even notice though. Something seemed off about the blond and the way the man had forced him out of the view of the rest of the world.
"I said I don't have our money!" the voice seemed a little too cock fore someone in his position.
"And I said I wanted that money today. Now you little whore, where is it!?"
"Whore!? Fuck you! You need me! You know it! No one you've had has ever been better, fucking perv!"
Harry could tell who was speaking without even looking. But still he peered around the corner of the abandoned shop and looked.
The blond had been pinned against the wall. The other man grinded his hips to the blond's and grinned a little, but it was a devil-like grin. Suddenly, without warning his hand flew up and it came down hard on the blond's cheek. He began to sink down to the ground, into a crumpled pile.
"And don't think I'm done."
Harry watched in horror as the bigger man unbuckled his pants and forced himself into the blond's mouth. With an animalistic grunt he came and blond was forced to swallow. When he was fully clothed he turned back to the blond before he left.
"And this doesn't make us even Malfoy."
Harry stood there gaping for a moment. Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy, rich, snobby son of Lucius Malfoy? Draco Malfoy, who never came back from Christmas holidays in their sixth year? Harry has thought maybe he was receiving the Dark Mark, but when he never saw Draco at the war he amused something else had happened to him.
So shakily, Harry walked up to Draco, who was sitting on the ground still.
"Malfoy?" Harry tried to sound gentle.
Harry watched him stumble to get up, "Want something too?"
"I-I-"
Harry was more than lost for words. How could he speak to Draco? Hadn't they hated each other forever? How do you tell someone you hate that they shouldn't be wasting their lives this way, that you can help them?
"Dave sent you? He always sends his clients to me. I don't really work for him anymore. Well, at least not all the time. Stupid fuck," Draco looked down a little, "Do you have a place we can do this? Or just here, you know, whatever gets you off? It doesn't matter really."
"No, I'm not here for that." Harry looked around, trying to avoid Draco's questioning eyes.
"Are you the new little man? Jack's new pet? I'm trying to get the money. You guys come trying to get it so much I don't have time to earn it."
"No, I'm here to help you."
"Help me, eh? I don't need anyone's help." Draco tried to straighten his clothes a little and started to walk away.
"I never saw you come back. You promised to come back and kick my arse for stealing the snitch! You never came back!"
Draco whipped around. His eyes were not full of hatred like Harry knew, instead they were scared. Harry never thought he would see Draco Malfoy scared of him, or at least show it.
"Leave me alone! I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. So many people are looking for you."
"Like who? My father, who put me here? My mother, maybe? Or perhaps, beloved others?" His voice was more cracking than sneering.
Harry watched him carefully try to hold up the image that once almost scared him. He remembered the blond boy that looked down upon everyone.
"Severus is," Harry said, "Snape's looking for you. He thinks you're still alive. No one else believed him. To be frank everyone thought you went to the Dark Lord."
"Sounds about right." Draco laughed a weak laugh. "He's the only one who gave a flying fuck about me."
There was a moment of silence. Harry tried to make sense of Draco's comment. Was there no one who cared about him when he had been in Hogwarts? Didn't his mother care? Harry found it hard to picture any mother not loving her child, but he guessed ever kid got it hard in their own way,
"So is there a reason for all this? I mean, really Potter, you never did like me." Draco dug in his pocket for a smoke.
"No, I didn't. It's just people were always wondering what became of you." Harry shrugged.
"Well now you know. You can go back and tell your little dream team that Draco Malfoy is a whore." Draco exhaled. "Anything else you want Luv?"
"Just why are you doing this? Why are you throwing your life away this way? Why didn't you come back?"
Draco threw the smoke down and stepped on it, "Someone did it for me."
"What do you mean?"
Draco crossed his arms, "Listen Potter, why all of the sudden do you care? Remember me? Malfoy? I made you're life hell."
Harry raised an eye brow. "I'm sorry Malfoy, but you didn't have that much of an impact on me."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Fine, whatever. We still hated each other."
"I know, but doesn't it all seem petty now. That was school. We were in different houses, two great different houses. We were competition. Now, we're just two people."
"But you're wrong Potter. We're two very different people."
"So? Just come back. Please?" Harry pleaded.
Draco looked into a pair of beautiful eyes. When had that happened? When did Harry Potter, his arch enemy become so. . .hot. Draco tried to shake the thought form his head. No, not right.
"I can't Harry."
Harry winced. When had Malfoy ever called him that? And why did it sound so painful? He never knew Malfoy to sound so weak and distant. The blond had never held back anything he felt, especially anger. So many things had changed the boy, no, man in front of him.
"Malfoy, you can't live like this."
Draco smiled a little, "Anyone can live like this. It's surviving long enough to say you did that's the hard part."
Draco turned to leave, but this time Harry grabbed his arm. Draco turned slowly this time. He could take being yelled at, but he hated not knowing what kind of a touch was after her. If it was the suck me touch, or maybe I'll beat you to death touch. It didn't matter. Draco did not like being touched without expecting it.
"Please, I've got to go Harry."
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A/N - Thanks to PeachDancer82, pokari, Diana Malfoy, KathrynValmont, and GaBrIeLa! They're all awesome reviewer!
