Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related, and the song isn't mine either… its "Every Me And Every You" by Placebo.

A/N: OMG, so many reviews… thanks to everyone (and I really mean it, it's great to get such positive responses!) Sorry if the chapters are a bit short, but I don't have a lot of time to write them… I'll try to make 'em longer though.

"Sucker love is known to swing.

Prone to cling and waste these things.

Pucker up for heavens sake.

There's never been so much at stake."

( The lyrics really fit to this chapter, you'll see later on… I really recommend that you download this song and listen to it because it rocks HARDCORE!)

I sat on the bed, half naked, and thought about his next move. Denying wouldn't help at all, since I was already "exposed" (in more ways than one). Draco was staring at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation which I couldn't give easily.

'What does he want from me? Just sex or more?' I thought, while looking at Harry. 'How did he find out about my little "business" anyway?' "Hey Potter, why'd you do this? Did you think I wouldn't take you like you were?"

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Draco's knee-weakening (lol, new word) drawl, asking me if I thought he wouldn't take him as he was. 'What kind of fucked up question is that? By now it'S pretty obvious that I, at the least, have a crush on him… he just wants to embarrass me more, I knew it!' "Nah, I just wanted to gain enough dirt on you and then sell it to the Prophet. The sex was just an added bonus," I shot back, adding a smirk at the end.

Draco just glared at me.

'What the hell? I could just as well go to the Prophet and sell them the story of their HERO paying me, Draco Malfoy, Death-Eater son extraordinaire and all-around evil bastard, money for sexual services. 'What would they think of their Golden Boy then?'

"Well, this was a nice chat and all, but I really must be going," Harry said, after watching a pensive Draco for a couple of minutes. 'Please, whoever is above there, let that be the end of it… I don't want anymore questions and shit, I mean, this is bad enough as it is…'

Draco just smirked at him. "No, I don't think so, we've still gotta talk a bit… it's not every day you find out you're enemie's paying you for sex, y'know?" "Well, it's not every day you find out your enemie offers sex for money either, especially when they're as rich as they come! Why do you do this, anyway?" "Shouldn't you just be happy that I do it, at all? I mean, there wouldn't have been a way to get into my pants for you if it hadn't been for this!"
Harry just sighed; he knew that little fact for himself already. "Well, you can just tell me why you do it, it's not like I'll go to everyone and say 'Oh my god people, I just found out why Draco Malfoy whores around because I paid him for sex myself… umm yeah, I'll so do that. Not."

Ithought about it. Would it really hurt to tell someone, just one person (even if it was Potter, Mr. Compassionate-goody-fucking-two-shoes-I'll-take-all-your-problems-away himself. "Fine, Potter, but if you tell anyone, especially Dumbledore, you'll be fucking sorry indeed." 'And I wouldn't fuck you again, ever… Polyjuice or not' I added the threat in my head, smirking inside.

I sat back against the headboard, wondering what would come next while Draco told me he would tell me but I couldn't tell Dumbledore and all that stuff. I was thinking about what would come next… what would make the ultimate rich kid, Draco fucking Malfoy, whore around?

Draco took a deep breath and began.

(this part is really formatted strangely, but it's easier to read.)

"I'm a death eater. But," he raised his voice as Harry started grabbing his wand, "I don't want to be one, but as it is, I don't have a choice."
"I thought they don't get initiated until they're of age?"
"Potter, you dumb shit, I am of age. Since December of last year.

(A/N: I have no idea when Draco's birthday really is, so I just made one up.)

"But if you're eighteen, why are you still at Hogwarts?" Draco just stared, wondering that they still made people as stupid as Potter.

"I'm seventeen, you imbecile," Draco snarled, slowly becoming impatient.

"But I thought-"

"Don't, then… In the wizarding world, you're of age when you become seventeen. Now shut the fuck up or I'll hex you, no kidding."

Harry just gulped and nodded.

"So, I'm a death eater, but I don't want to be one. I'd much rather have no part in the war at all, but these days it's not safe to be neutral. You're either death eater or on the side of the "good guys" who aren't as good as you think. They use hexes and curses just as nasty as the death eaters, believe me. Well, my first assignment was finding out certain information from high-ranking ministry officials, using "any way needed": Needless to say, this is now my way of getting information. And, since my father doesn't care what happens with the money, and the Dark Lord neither, I'm saving the money I make up so I can hopefully, one day, escape my so-called home and build up a life on my own, with the money I make here and other savings."

Draco was a bit out of breath by now, his long monologue made him thirsty so he took a sip of water. Unfortunately, for him, from Harry's glass.

And so, the second surprise of the night began.