Title: My Boyfriend, The Prostitute

Author: Kloak Dark aka Vale

Warnings: AU, OOCness based on AU, language, references to prostitution, slight sexual humor, and possible overuse of the word boner and other references to the male genitalia . A bit angsty.

AN: This is my first fic using first person point of view, so please bare with me through this and give me any criticism you'd think would help my writing. This is just sort of an odd story that popped into my head while listening to a song by Decembrists, and as all of you know, Draco has now entered the scene. I'm sorry for those that read the earlier version, since it was really hard to read. I'd like to point out that the point of view actually only changes about three times. I'll make it easy, it goes Severus/Harry/Draco/Severus in order.

Thank you to all those that reviewed chapter 3 And, they are: fragonknight01 –first chapter review dance-(Actually, Sevvy DOESN'T know Draco's line of work… you'll see what he though Drakie was doing later), SeriousSiriusFan (No Harry isn't cheating with the ferret, they're just really close), websurffer –first time reviewer- (I'm seriously considering using that line…), hazel-3017, harrpypottermoveover –first time reviewer-, aya4328 0-first time reviewer- (interesting review ), and xmiso please don't shave off my hair and feed it to the dogs T.T It's short enough as it is…A reminder, people, if you're going to tell me to do something, please at least comment on the story itself while you're at it ;.;

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Severus, I wish I did, but then I wouldn't get to see book seven…

I can feel one of the veins in my temple throbbing. Something I didn't expect in a million years was to walk in on my lover splayed out in a very suggestive position under my godson… Dear god I hope he's not one of Harry's customers… "What the hell is going on!"

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Now it's my turn to be unable to pick my mouth up off the floor, or, it would have been had I not been virtually pinned under a man who had just called my lover his uncle. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at either of them the same way again, but I do suppose I have to try for several reasons… At the moment, I suffice my wiggling myself out from under the blond and scooting back a few feet as I stare between them. This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

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Well, now I'm in a bit of a pickle I suppose. Damn, shouldn't have said pickle, my willy hurts enough as it is. Honestly, I know I should have at least told Harry that I knew, okay was more like related, to the guy he was sleeping with. But then, he really never would have given me details about anything. Leaning back, I rest on my palms and grin nervously at the man who took me in when my father kicked me out for being gay.

"This really does look bad doesn't it?" I glanced between them, since now the messy raven-haired man that was my best friend was also fixing me with a glare, both seemed to be something like betrayal. "Uh, I can explain this, you see, it just, um, might take awhile."

I can see Severus' foot start to tap. "I've got all day."

The voice behind me seems to be even colder. "As have I."

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I must admit, it is perplexing to see the glare on Harry's face. I suppose this means, if I am to assume correctly, that he's not having sexual relations with Draco, or, possibly that he is. Dating a prostitute, scratch that, being engaged to a prostitute, is thoroughly confusing.

Under several icy glares, the blond managed to pick himself up and plop down on the couch. It amazes me that Harry and I end up moving at the same time, for the same chair. We compromise by sitting on the loveseat together, but by staying far enough the part we don't get distracted by one another.

Draco took a deep breath. "Well, um, you know how I always told you I work at an apothecary?"

I simply nod, narrowing my eyes a bit.

"Well, um, that was just so I could explain the bruises on my hips…"

My eyes narrow further and an eyebrow arches itself up. "What are you trying to say Draco?"

I can see how worried he looks, wringing his hands together and then taking several deep breaths. I'm afraid he'll hyperventilate. He and Harry seem to have a lot in common about what they do when they are trying to get past a difficult subject.

Finally his mouth opens to let out one last breath before he speaks. "I'm a prostitute. I met Harry a few months after I moved out and we sort of, became best friends. We were just playing around when you walked in."

I could only blink stupidly for a few moments, something I would normally deny ever doing, but at this point, I feel I have a right to be surprised. I know he's gorgeous, pale and limber, but I didn't expect this somehow, even with the odd bruises and the few times he'd brought men home when he'd lived with me. I cannot believe I was so blind.

Shaking my head, I turn my attention back to the matter at hand, and, well, the heads that were at full attention and begging for a hand. "And what, exactly, during this, playing around, caused those?"

Both of the younger men blushed and looked away, especially Harry. It didn't surprise me when Draco was the one to speak up first. "Discussing your sex life actually."

I could hear my messy haired lover sputter, and it was exactly how I felt. I, however, had at least slightly more control over my motor functions and simply settled with closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. When the other man finally spoke, he still wanted some answers.

"Why didn't you tell me I was sleeping with your bloody uncle!" As I turned to look, I could see his hands gripping at his hair. Sighing, I attempted to get him to stop that, since he only seemed to be stressing himself out more.

Draco was laughing nervously. "I, well, I didn't want you looking at him differently. Besides, I'd have never gotten any sex details out of you." And the return of the blush in full force. I could even feel the tiniest bit of heat on my own cheeks. Merlin, I never wanted my bloody godson to know about my sex life…

I cleared my throat. "For clarification, I'm not his uncle, I'm his godfather." Like that made it any better… Blinking, I looked at him again and suddenly remember something from a conversation not terribly long ago when I'd run into, ugh, Sirius Black.

"I'm surprised your godfather never told you about Snivellus. "I realized there was a frown, slowly turning into a scowl, on my face and the guilty look on his certainly confirmed my fears and suspicions. "I suppose you can't be lecturing Draco then…" I then glanced over at Draco, who looked positively beside himself about something.

Taking a deep breath, I muttered. "I don't want to know, we've had enough controversy for one night. I just, have to ask one more thing." Both sets of youthful eyes turned to look up at me, most of the blushes gone. "Have you slept with each other?"

The two of them looked like they'd been bowled over by something, but slowly, very timidly, (and not in a very Harry-like way) my young lover nodded his head.

"Oh dear god, I've indirectly fucked my godson."