Hello again. Glad for the few reviews I got. Anyways, I have an idea in the works that might have been in another fic, but I don't think it was like they had it. But how many different ways can you write H/D slash????? Which leads us to the immortal question...how many different ways can you shag a Malfoy? (Smut is coming...I promise!)

Chapter 2- Velvet Angels

Specters pecked at the heart and soul of Draco Malfoy, nagging him of things he had not done. His heart was cracked and divided among so many different people that brought so many different duties, so many different consequences, so many different emotions. He was torn always between what he wanted, and what was wanted of him. On one side, he had his father, urging him to be cruel and evil, be a mindless ruthless clone. On the other side, he had Harry...urging him to be gentle, kind, loving...an angel. But Draco had a somewhat silver-coated perception of Harry. Underneath it all, Harry was not the pure-hearted hero everyone gawked.

Harry was perched atop a velvet red chair in the Gryffindor common room. It was nearly 10:00pm on Saturday, and that meant one thing to Harry...money.

Unbeknownst to almost all of the school, except for those who "worked" for him, (and who benefitted from his services) Harry was running a different kind of black market business. Not dragon's eggs, baby hippogriffs, not...certain elixirs...but women. Not women, girls. Harry was the captain of one of the largest prostitution rings in the wizarding world. Harry didn't just charm and capture the women he wanted...he owned them. Mostly fifth, sixth, and seventh years, looking for quick cash, came to him. He bought their souls, their virginity, then sent them out. They lingered in dark corners, hallways...they were almost impossible to miss. The clock chimed ten, and they came to him in giggling groups. Then when they saw his face, they became solemn, and spread out among the common room. They discreetly came to him and handed them their change purses. He nodded at each and every one, until he came across a creamy-skinned, exotic looking seventh year.((Think of the color of Halle Berry's skin...does everyone agree she's absolutely gorgeous??? You better...)) ((Note: I am not lesbian...in case you wanted to know)) She turned to leave, but a firm grip held her back. She was pulled on to his lap. She gave him a fake smile, and obeyed her master's commands. When they had all come, he took the girl to his room.

This was not the Harry Potter that Draco Malfoy knew...or, was infatuated with. He was walking among the dungeons, when he heard one of his friends talking with another boy.

"It only cost me 10 silver sickles for the whole deal. She was gorgeous...I found the best one that night. I want to be the guy that whores her around."

Draco stopped and frowned. He turned around, and asked, "If I may, what are you talking about?"

"You of all people don't know? I bet they do you for free...at least you're good-looking."

Draco couldn't imagine why he hadn't known this already. This was surely a Slytherin's doing...no other house would delve so deep in to the black market.

"So you don't know who runs this ring?" Draco inquired.

"I really don't care, as long as I get a woman every week. Why...do you want to get in on it?"

"No, just curious. Tell me...where can I find these girls?"

"Oh, they're everywhere. But you're best bet is on the sixth floor. They're usually smoking in the girl's bathroom. Hope the selection is good!"

The boys walked away and Draco hurried up the steps to the sixth floor. He wasn't sure why he wanted to know...he just did.

He could smell the smoke down the hall. He followed his nose to bathroom, and knocked on the door. A slutty blonde that he recognized as a fellow sixth-year opened the door. She smirked, and whispered to the girl behind her, "I get him."

A brunette took a puff of her cigarette and looked him over. " Now why's a handsome boy like you patronizing our establishment?" she asked. ((No disrespect to people from Long Island/New York City, but for some reason, I imagine her speaking in that sort of accent thingy.)) He almost coughed from her exhale.

"I don't want your services...I want you to know who you're working for."

The brunette narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Why?"

Draco had to think fast. "I want in on this operation," he replied, using the other boy's excuse.

"How do I know you're not just going to bust us?" she said.

"What Slytherin do you know would bust an operation as successful as this one?"

She looked at the blonde, who nodded. These girls are easy, Draco thought. He laughed in his head at his pathetic joke. ((you know, because they're whores and gullible? anyways...)) The brunette drawled, "Go to Gryffindor Tower. Ask the fat lady you want to see the Demon. She'll hook you up."

She puffed again. "You know, it's too bad you can't stay...we save our best girls for boys like you."

Draco muttered a barely audible "thanks" and almost ran down the hall, followed by whistles and hollers from the girls.

He walked fast to Gryffindor Tower. The Demon. What a pathetic name.

When he reached the portrait, the fat lady sighed. "Password?"

"I want to see the Demon," he asked, not sure what would happen. She nodded and went to the portrait next to her. It was like a long game of telephone down to portraits he couldn't see, and then back up again. The fat lady said, "He'll see you now." She pointed to a spot in the wall. Draco didn't understand, until he saw a demon carved into the hard stone. Portkey, he thought. He touched it, and in an instant, he was in a velvet clad study. ((I bet you're wondering why the whores don't go through the Portkey. And you know what, so am I. Let's just go with this set-up for now.))

He didn't know what to expect, what to say. He didn't really want to involve himself in the business...he just wanted to satisfy his curiosity. A door across the other side of the room opened, and the Demon stepped out. Draco's mouth dropped.

"Potter?" he breathed.

"Yes, Malfoy, it is me. Not who you expected, is it?" Draco shook his head.

"I guess I was just rebelling against the "Golden Boy" image, when I took over this operation last year. But I have reaped many rewards...money and women."

Draco couldn't believe it. His object of affection, was in fact, nothing more than a filthy pimp. ((Ok, let me set the stage. Harry looks like Hugh Hefner, "Hot in Herre" is playing in the background, and Harry has imported a stash of muggle "Pimp Juice."))

But Harry was so sexy, it didn't really matter to him. Everything about Harry was dirty to him in his mind. Draco would sell his soul in a minute to get Harry. But Harry was most definitely straight. Draco then remembered a spell he had seen in a textbook, right after the Polyjuice Potion.

"So, why have you come to see me, Malfoy?"

"I was just curious of the identity of the lucky man behind all of this. I should get going now."

"Malfoy, if you breathe one word of this to any professor, I will make sure that you won't be able to have a woman ever again." Draco nodded and fled the office. Minutes later, he was at the library, flipping through a large volume of potions. When he found the one he wanted, he smiled.

How to change your gender

This potion, when taken, leaves the person in the body of themselves as a member of the opposite sex for two hours only. Beauty in one sex is beauty in the other.

It listed ingredients for the potion, and told him that it only took one day to brew. Draco would get his man soon.

Ok, so, get what's going on? Don't worry, I won't leave him a girl for a long time. Although, I, one is weird and an open PCP addict, think it is funny that Draco is a female...can you guess what? H/D slash will come in due time, wait. Hope you enjoyed...if you didn't, tell me where I went wrong in this relationship. Sniff.