Chapter 2

A/N: Not much to say aside from replies to the reviews. I got a flame, but that's fine, I'll still keep writing this story, and I only hope that this particular unhappy reviewer has the good sense to avoid Harry/Severus slash in the future.*Finishes roasting marshmallows on the flame*

Aithilin - Well, if you think it's child porn, maybe the Severus/Harry fandom isn't your cup of tea? As for my idea being dumb, that's your opinion, but don't expect me to care about it.

Anji - Harry the whore is great. Let's all give a big applause to Harry the whore.

Tima - I can only update weekends, but I'll try to post something extra to honor Martin Luther King Day. (After all, I don't have school so that means I chain myself to the keyboard and type till the screen goes fuzzy)

Rosered - Very valid questions! I'll answer them as best I can. You first asked about why Severus and Harry don't recognize each other. Well, this is an A.U. (alternate universe) where Severus never taught at Hogwarts, and his loyalties remained with Voldemort. As Harry is thought to be a squib, Voldemort saw no threat in him. He held a grudge against James Potter because he was an auror, but he doesn't really care if Harry lives or dies, especially since he poses no threat and doesn't like the wizarding world. Further more, Harry isn't famous, and doesn't even have a scar. Deatheaters, not Voldemort himself, killed Harry's parents in a random kind of thing. Harry was orphaned like tons of other wizard kids. Voldemort continued his raise to power in an equal battle against Dumbledore. Now, they go back and forth. If you're still confused, don't worry. I'll explain it in the story somehow.

Kairos - Don't worry.I'm not fond of Squib! Harry either. Trust me when I say it won't stay that way.

Moraco - A patient reader? * Snaps a Polaroid of you * Don't see your kind very often! Thanks for the kind encouragement and much appreciated patience!

Insatiable - LOL! Don't get hit by rotten eggs! (Though it is the most hilarious thing in the world, isn't it?)

Sylvanus Snape - Wow! I'm so making you the official Pretty Boy cheerleader. Thanks for such enthusiastic praise! I don't know where I got the idea from, but I've wanted to write Harry as a whore for a long time.he just makes such a good little call boy!

To everyone else that reviewed: I try to only address readers that are confused or have questions to keep this part short. This doesn't mean I don't love each and every one of you, and thank you from the bottom of my heart!



Chapter 2



The waiter that knocked on the door to the penthouse was not prepared to face what would greet him. As the boss had stressed to the staff time and time again, Mr. Snape was one of the richest and most successful clients they had ever housed. Anything he wanted was to be given, no disrespect should be shown under any circumstance, and he was always going to be right.

So, just the simple task of delivering champagne and a few chocolate covered strawberries had him so nervous his hands were shaking as he knocked on the door.

Severus Snape was everything everyone had ever said he was. He was tall and used every inch to the utmost potential, towering over anyone who dared look at him. If there was one word that could describe him, it would be rich. His robe was not the one the hotel furnished, but rather was some expensive looking thing that suited his flawless ivory skin. High jawbones and an aristocratic nose screamed royalty, and his coal black eyes were glittering with intelligence.

"Well?" Mr. Snape asked, one hand resting on the doorframe, the other on his slender hip. The teenage waiter gulped and jumped to attention, stuttering as he scurried to smooth over his staring.

"You.your order.si-sir, you know, room service. I'm Ri-Ricky at your se- service." He forced out, palms sweaty, his tongue thick and unresponsive in his mouth. So this was what it felt like to meet a billionaire. He must look like an idiot.

Severus Snape didn't say another word. He merely grabbed the cart and pulled it smoothly into the room, just as someone walked up behind him.

Ricky knew his eyes were bulging slightly. Their resident billionaire had a street whore?

Before he could voice his astonishment, the door was shut in his face.

"Can I turn on the TV? Just for a second?" Harry asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet while Severus cast a critical eye over the rolling tray.

"Feel free." He replied, reaching for the champagne bottle to see the brand.

Harry had never seen such a huge TV. He found the remote (on a satin pillow) and happily clicked it on. He didn't notice when Severus sat on the couch behind him, the champagne and the strawberries now on the coffee table.

"I Love Lucy! Score!" He laughed at the flickering black and white images for a moment, while Severus watched him.

'He's awfully carefree for someone in his line of work. I've never seen innocence faked that expertly. Surely he can't really be that open and childish.' He thought to himself as Harry began to munch on the strawberries absently, completely wrapped up in the show. During the commercial break he poured himself a small glass of the champagne.

"You want some?" He asked, finally acknowledging him.

"No, I don't like to drink." He replied silkily. Harry downed the glass and reached for another strawberry.

"Oh." He finally replied, a bit rosy in the cheeks, a smudge of chocolate on his lips. "So, do you have a significant other?" He asked, cocking his beautiful head to the side. His verdant eyes swam with reflections from the TV, his pouting lips forming a mischievous smile over the rim of the foggy glass. Severus humored him, relaxing further into the couch.

"I've had an ex-wife, and three ex-boyfriends with in the span of the past year. My ex-wife and I were married two days. The boyfriends lasted a bit longer, but the running joke among my colleagues is that gold fishes have longer life spans than my sexual partners do." He rambled, watching as Harry smiled at the joke, giggling one or twice with a childish abandon.

"Speaking of goldfish, I have to step to the restroom. It'll just be a second." He said, hopping to his feet and awaiting directions. Severus stood and showed him to the bathroom. He went to the bedroom and sat on the king-sized bed, listening to Harry move about in the bathroom. The minuets dragged by. What was taking the boy so long? He stood and walked to the partly adjourned bathroom door, knocking lightly. A muffled exclamation could be heard from within. He opened the door.

Harry suddenly clutched something in his hand and hid it behind his back, spinning wildly to face him. Severus felt his eyes narrow unconsciously.

"What's behind your back?" He questioned harshly, closing the distance between them.

"It's nothing! I was just."

"You will not do any kind of drugs while you're in." By this time he'd pulled Harry's arm from behind his back to reveal what was in the hidden fist.

Dental floss.

"All those strawberry seeds got caught in my teeth. Dental hygiene is important, ya know." He explained quietly.

Severus felt rather foolish as he went back into the bedroom, leaving Harry to finish his.flossing. The right side of his mouth quirked into the tiniest of smiles.

Harry immerged from the bathroom stripped down to his underwear and tank top. Severus was lying in the giant bed, flipping idly through the pages of a book that had been resting on the nightstand.

"Finished?" He asked, that weird little smile coming back to his face. Harry didn't answer. Instead, he sauntered forward and perched on the foot of the bed. Severus put the book aside and looked up at him, much as he had assessed the cart bearing the champagne.

Harry looked like an X-rated sex nymph. His face remained blank as Harry crawled up the bed, eventually straddling his hips. His wild fringe of black hair shadowed his green orbs as coral lips kissed his jaw, then nibbled at his ear. Severus leaned forward and pressed his own lips against the flawless, tanned shoulder. Alternately sucking and nipping at the flesh. Black polished nails slid between the folds of his robe, liquid in their movements. Each digit left a path of flame on his skin, scorching him as fire drizzled from that fleshy furnace of a mouth. A low groan escaped the older man's lips as the wandering fingers teasingly danced in a triangle around his manhood, occasionally slipping between his slightly parted thighs.

Making sure to arch expertly against Severus as he did it, Harry leaned back to slide off his top. A mini lap-dance followed as he removed the material with far too much care and attention, sliding it over his skin only to let it slip down again. He sucked on his bottom lip, darting a slippery pink tongue out to moisten his lips. All the while he slowly grinded against Severus, making tiny noises in the back of his throat, each one charged with sexual tension. Biting back a growl of frustration, Severus arched up against Harry, catching the material around his neck and jerking it off. The next instant Harry's chest was blanketed in silky blackness as Severus toured the hot flesh, his manhood straining against Harry's. Nimble fingers gently eased Severus' shoulders out of the robe. Harry used his weight to push Severus back against the mattress. They changed positions once they were against silky sheets, so that Harry was writhing beneath Severus' wild tongue.

"Cum inside me, Severus. Please." Harry half pleaded/half moaned. Severus let his vision fill with the sight beneath him. He was so young and gorgeous, full of sex and innocence. Surely this was a pleasure worth far more than any amount of gold he could ever hope to offer.

"All in good time love." He responded huskily in Harry's ear, rubbing their erections slowly against each other until neither of them could handle the slow torture any longer. He raised off of Harry long enough to slick his fingers with saliva, only to grin in amusement as Harry flipped under him, spreading his legs and straining against the sheets. He leaned over the artful back, treating Harry as though he were a beautiful virgin about to offer everything he had. His fingers entered him slowly, scissoring carefully once inside to prepare him for what they both desperately needed. Guttural sounds of passion ricocheted through the bedroom when the fingers were replaced by Severus' throbbing erection. He began to move, sliding his thick shaft in Harry's tight ass, pale fingers clutching thin hips forcefully against him. Harry's hand slipped underneath himself to stroke his erection and fondle his balls. Severus thrust slowly and powerfully, creating as much friction as he could. Each time he thundered against Harry's prostate, driving the little sex nymph into delirium.

Cosmic waves of pleasure relentlessly washed over them while desperate fulfillment perpetually alluded them. Like a storm at sea finally meeting land, so they crashed and laced together, two elements joining as one in a magnificent dance. In that single moment of perfection, the universe blinked out of existence and was born again.

Daylight shot relentless shafts of sunlight into the penthouse bedroom. The sun played over the bodies tangled so tightly against each other that even the sheets were hard pressed to come between them. Severus didn't know what held him in bed (aside from Harry's infinite amount of limbs wrapped securely around every inch of his skin). Perhaps it was the feeling of such amazing afterglow, or the last vestiges of ultimate pleasure he'd found with this mysterious boy. How was it that a complete stranger could unlock him so effortlessly, where others who knew everything about him could not?

How had he possibly known not to kiss him on the mouth? And his few and unusual hot spots had all been hit last night with artful precision. Any doubts he might have entertained about Harry's career were squashed. The boy was a professional.

The doorbell was ringing. Groaning under his breath and cursing the morning, he gently untangled himself from Harry and left the bedroom. He found his robe and shut the door before he looked through the peephole in the door.

Lucius Malfoy. The man had the worst timing.

He opened the door.

"Lucius."

"Well, are you going to let me in or not? We have a million things to get done this." He trailed off, entering with catlike grace and shedding his coat on the couch. He looked Severus over with a critical eye, taking in his mused hair and sloppily dawned bed robe. A malicious grin broke out over his face. "Why Severus, I believe you've been shagged." He declared, looking like Christmas had come early. He glanced at the bedroom door, arching one eyebrow suggestively. As if in answer to the unasked question, Severus spoke.

"He's not awake yet, and he sleeping naked. What's beyond that door is for my eyes only." He growled, effectively sealing the door shut with a fast spell. Lucius looked downcast for a moment, before the smirk slid back on his face.

"You know I can't stand secrets, Severus. Why don't you bring this hidden treasure of yours to the dinner party tonight?" Lucius wheedled.

"What dinner party?" Severus queried, pulling a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

"The one Voldemort detained me last night to plan. As you know, we are here to get our clutches on the American ministry of magic. More specifically, the Magical Combat and War branch. The plan has gone without a hitch so far. Years ago, the American minister of magic was told his smartest move would be to unite all the branches of his ministry. However, the Americans have never been fond of giving one man absolute power. The branches remained independent, and therefor vulnerable."

"Quit with the drama, Lucius. I've been working on this move for two years. I'm fully aware of the circumstances. Dumbledore almost ruined it all by convincing the American minister to unite the branches, but luck was on our side and he didn't do it. I know." Severus finished quickly, irritation lacing his words. Lucius looked rankled that his speech had been interrupted.

"Yes, well, it's all coming together now. The head of the M. C. W. branch is ready to negotiate as long as it's done in a public setting that will be low key and inconspicuous." Lucius concluded.

"And who will be doing the negotiating?" Severus asked, his mind racing top speed though he showed no outward reaction. This was just what they needed to wrap this whole business up. He would no longer have to journey to America for two weeks out of every month. He could settle back into his home in London and his work schedule would go back to twelve hour shifts. The work necessary to outwit the entire American ministry was a stressful load.

"Why, you of course. It is your project after all. Voldemort is going to be especially pleased with you for this one, if it all goes down successfully. You might even get back to your bat cave a week early." Lucius teased with an evil little grin. Severus rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.

Lucius gave him the whereabouts of the dinner party; a new club just built in the heart of the city. With that, he left the hotel, crouched into a back alley, and apparated out.

It was almost nine when Harry rolled out of bed. For a moment, he had no idea where he was. Then, memories of the past night flooded his mind and a dreamy smile played over his mouth. It was a shame his regulars weren't that good.

He found a hotel bathrobe and ambled into the living room. Severus was casually drinking a cup of coffee, watching something on the screen of a laptop. Harry yawned loudly to alert the other man of his presence. He glanced up, then went back to the laptop. Something inside Harry fell. Severus was going to be the kind that was cold and mean the morning after. He hated those kinds. He knew what he was, but that didn't mean the disappointment when he was kicked out the next morning with cold bills in his hand was any less painful. And, for some silly reason, Harry thought things with Severus might go differently.

Severus glanced up at the sound of the cough, tearing his eyes away again to avoid drooling. Harry looked beautiful. What words could he possibly offer after such a fantastic night?

"I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered one of everything." He finally said by way of greeting, watching Harry tentatively approach the table. There was a look of awe on his face at the ten plates that were sprawled over the opposite end of the table. But there was more than just surprise. He looked distinctly relieved, as if he'd had doubts about the reception he'd get. As he drew nearer, rather than head in the direction of the food, he stood right beside Severus, hopping up on the table and looking curiously at the laptop.

"So what do you do?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and looking irresistible. Severus looked pointedly at him.

"There are chairs you know." He chastised. Harry smiled sheepishly and slid into a chair next to him. He obviously still wanted an answer.

"Is it magical?" He continued. Severus felt himself raise an eyebrow in surprise. How did Harry know about the magical community?

"You don't have to act so surprised. I saw your wand on the table over there. I'm a squib.or, I was when I was eleven." He informed. Severus took in this information, processing it. What would Harry's reaction be if he knew that Severus was in Voldemort's inner circle? Although Voldemort's followers and workers could identify themselves in public without fear, they were not at a time yet where everyone would treat them fondly. For some reason, it was important that Harry not fear him.

Did that mean he was willing to lie about a position he'd worked so hard for? Was this fifty-dollar prostitute making him feel ashamed of his billion-dollar paycheck?

"I work for a very powerful wizard named Voldemort." He replied. The anticipation he felt did not show on his face.

"I figured as much. You know, I used to go to Hogwarts. Voldemort had me targeted, but when he found out I was a squib, he didn't really care anymore. I don't belong in the magical world. So, what do you do specifically for Voldemort? Like.you don't kill people do you?" He asked naively. Severus rolled his eyes.

"No. I brew potions, and handle the ministries." He replied vaguely. Harry seemed to be satisfied with that, because he stood and stretched contentedly. Severus watched him with a need beginning to build deep in his stomach. The show soon ended and Harry sauntered down the table to eat his breakfast. Severus watched him inhale two eggs, a piece of jellied toast, and a glass of grape juice before he finished. Severus stopped typing and met his eyes. An awkward silence fell.

"Well, I should probably go." Harry said, a light blush coming to his cheeks as he walked into the living room. Severus was silent a moment, and then spoke in his most business like tone.

"Your money is on the bed stand." He said in a brisk tone, shutting his laptop and leaning against the table. Harry didn't look back at him, merely nodded as he traced invisible patterns on the arm of the couch. Without another word, he disappeared into the bedroom.

A/N: Will he let Harry go? Find out next weekend! (P.S. I always think best with lots of reviews! lol, I'm just joking. Review if you liked it though, it would be much appreciated!)