After dinner everyone went into the large living room to relax. The servants at the house cleared away the dishes and Vernon passed around three bottles of identical wines. Draco himself only had a glass to be polite and joined in casual conversation with everyone. Dudley had put Evan to bed and was currently sat on the sofa with his arm around Piers' shoulders hugging his boyfriend. Piers was obviously enjoying the attention but sipped casually on his wine. Cedric sat on a single chair and Rose perched on the arm of the chair witch Cedric's hand in hers. Tommy sat next to the blonde, Sarah, who had interlocked their fingers but she'd refused any wine.

"So, what's the plan tomorrow?" Draco asked. "I need to know what to wear."

"Well we are going to the park…the country club. We were hoping to get in some tennis matches and perhaps some swimming but we need help preparing the food and picnic baskets and things early tomorrow morning." Draco sighed heavily and looked away.

"Well Harry and I should be okay. Jet lag shouldn't get to us until tomorrow." Draco tipped his head back and drained the wine glass. He set it down on the table and stood up stretching. "I'd better turn in. Good night everyone and thank you for letting me join you." Draco went to leave the room but in the hallway he was caught up by Rose, Tommy and Petunia.

"Draco dear, I wondered whether we could have a quick word?"

"Certainly. But I am rather tired."

"Oh this won't take long dear." Petunia lead the group back into he dining room and closed the doors. Turning to face Draco Petunia, Tommy and Rose put on their best polite smiles.

"We were just wondering what Harry's told you about us."

"Oh…uh not a lot really."

"Come along dear, we just want to know. What has he said about us."

"Mrs Dursley Harry has really told me nothing concerning you or his family. In fact I only recently found out he had family here, he's just wrapped up in his work at home. Why, is there something he should have told me?" Draco put on his worried face wondering where this was going. He hadn't agreed to this.

"Oh well no…I mean yes. Yes there are some things you should know. Harry has a bit of a bad reputation around here." Petunia sighed dramatically and Rose agreed taking over the talking.

"You see Harry found out he was gay at fifteen and tried to steal my boyfriend. He was really slutty before he left for America and we felt we'd better warn you about him. See we don't get along because he stole the...love of my life from me. He's just a little slut." Rose sniffed dramatically ad Draco tried to decide whether he should play the angry and upset partner or the confused one. He settled for confused.

"Well, Harry doesn't seem the type but it's your word against his. I'd better get to bed, I'm really tired. I appreciate you telling me this though." The three people smiled and even Rose managed to dramatically wipe her eye free of any tears. Draco smiled disarmingly at them then yawned and turned to leave the room.

As he made his way up to the attic Draco was fuming. He didn't remember being this angry in years. He stormed up the stairs into the attic room ready to launch into a loud argument with Harry when he saw the other man lead asleep on the bed curled up. All his anger disappeared and Draco sighed. He supposed this was the very reason Harry had hired him. Draco stripped off and pulled on some pyjama bottoms and climbed into bed bare chested. He fell asleep almost immediately.

Draco woke up to the annoying sound of an alarm clock going off. He groaned feeling very tired and rolled over. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Harry getting out of bed and slamming his hand down on the alarm clock.

"Bloody hell." Harry muttered swinging his legs over the bed and climbing out of it. He walked straight over to the wardrobe and chest of drawers getting his clothes ready for the day.

"Your uncle said we were going to be playing tennis and possibly going swimming tomorrow." Draco said though his voice was deep and husky. Harry spun around again and saw Draco. Immediately Harry averted his gaze and nodded his head walking into the bathroom. When he emerged he'd gotten dressed in light weight jeans and a long sleeved white shirt. He'd obviously showered again since the bathroom door opened with steam billowing out of it. Draco noticed that Harry didn't look at him at all as he walked across the room to put his pyjama's away.

Draco got up with a sigh and went into the bathroom. He washed and showered once more and came out of the room in just a towel again. Harry still wasn't looking at him. Draco rolled his eyes and went over to the chest of drawers finding himself a pair of jeans to wear too and he pulled out a blight blue tank top. Getting dressed Draco threw the towel into the bathroom before grabbing Harry by the shirt and making him stand up.

"Now then Harry. We have some talking to do. Or at least I have some talking to do and when I talk you will listen." Harry looked up at him wearily. Draco felt his anger melt away yet again. He turned his head away and pushed Harry away quite roughly. "Damn it! I didn't realise I was getting myself into this. I didn't know I was escorting an abused child back to his tormentor! That isn't my job Harry! My job is to escort young men and women to social events and make them happy. Now, since I am an honourable man I will not leave you here and I shall make sure that you are well looked after. I shall do my job while I'm here but I am not going to stand at your side and let you belittle yourself to make your relatives feel better.

"You are a fantastic man Harry. Now I've seen the magazines and the papers and I know full bloody well that you ARE William Jameson and that you are a multi billionaire. I am not like your family, I do not believe your lies. I know that you are a strong man and I know that you have done things no-one even imagined you could do. They need to know that the person they've belittled isn't some pathetic man but is instead a man who's become one of the most sought after and voted most handsome bachelor in America. They need to know that you are better than they are and that you did it on your own with no help. You have to stand up for yourself Harry!"

Harry stood there staring at Draco as the blonde man ranted. He didn't understand what brought this on. He was sure his family would have found some way to turn the escort against Harry. Harry frowned, he didn't understand. Unluckily for him Draco noticed and seemed to read Harry's thoughts.

"Oh for the love of…HARRY!" Draco yelled loudly to get the young man's attention. Harry snapped his gaze up and met angry silver eyes. "They did try to turn me against you but I am far from stupid Harry. You could never be a slut or a whore. You couldn't even look at me and I know my body is the object of many peoples fantasies. I'm the slut Harry, I sleep with people all the time and at home I usually have a bed partner every few days if not everyday and sometimes twice a day. They aren't all my choice of course, that is how I make my living. You, you could never be like me and I know it even though we've only known each other roughly a day. Now, if I'm going to stay here and put up with your fucking family then you are going to at least stand up for yourself, have you got that?"

"I can try…I guess." Harry said softly. Draco stared at him searchingly. What he saw didn't reassure him of anything and he knew he'd have to take matters into his own hands. Draco smirked and glanced at the time. It was half seven, perfect.

"Now, lets see about making our story. Come sit with me." Draco wrapped his hand lightly around Harry's wrist and dragged the young man towards the bed. He felt Harry stiffen but still follow him. He sat Harry down and sat next to him. When Harry looked at him Draco smiled. "Right then, we met on a trip around America on the plane. That's all we have so far. Best not to get too complicated. I will be a…hm…personal trainer at the gym. Since that's my other job anyway we aren't lying at all. Will that do for you?"

"Hmm." Harry hummed relaxing slightly on the bed with a smile. Draco returned it and reached out a hand gently carding it through Harry's hair. He was pleased to note that Harry didn't flinch or tense up, he merely watched the hand approach.

"Well, unless there's anything else we should get going."

"Um…about last night…what gave me away?"

"Everything." Draco groaned. "You smile like you are innocent when you lie and I noticed you cringe. Like I said I'm not completely stupid. Now, we have a job to do. We are going to make your family envious of you and me. I am going to touch you a little more often and I'm going to be a lot more affectionate towards you. We will go swimming and we will play tennis and we shall do anything else we are goaded into that I, and you of course, can manage safely."

"Okay, if you say so." Harry said getting up from the bed and going over to the chest of drawers. Draco smirked and crossed his legs.

"Well this is a new experience for me."

"What is?"

"Getting paid to tell you what to do." Harry turned and gave Draco a small smile and a shrug. Draco took it to mean Harry found that funny and that he didn't care too much. "Of course, I'm in home territory when it comes to teaching those that deserve it a lesson or two and making people envious of my…charges."

"Well, just as long as one of us knows what to do. I don't know what the hell I'm doing." Harry lifted out a long sleeved black top from the drawers. He was about to put it into the rucksack he was packing when Draco took it off of him and looked it over.

"What's this for?"

"For when I go swimming." Draco stared at him gob smacked. Quickly he threw the shirt away.

"You aren't wearing that."

"Yes I am!" Harry protested feeling angry.

"No you aren't Harry. You have a wonderful body, one everyone else will be jealous of. You aren't built like me, your muscles are more sleek than showy, but you have a really nice body and you aren't hiding it away under that."

"I…I-IIt's not so much that I'm hiding my body…I'm kinda just hiding my…"

"Your what?" Draco frowned.

"My wrists…" Harry answered looking away.

"Your wrists?" Draco frowned trying to understand. He grabbed Harry's wrists and turned Harry's hands over so he could inspect them expecting to find nothing wrong. Instead Draco found two very neat scars that were nearly faded at the tops of them at about mid forearm but they were still quite visible eat Harry's wrists. Draco recognised them and he turned his shocked stare to Harry who was watching carefully out of the corner of his eye. Draco ran over so many possibilities in his head and he ran through everything he knew about Harry and Harry's life. By the end of his quick search Draco growled. "This changes nothing. No shirt for you when we swim and no long sleeved shirts when we play tennis either. In fact, you can even change that shirt right now and put on a better one, a looser one if you must but one with less sleeves."

"But…why?"

"Because your relatives aren't going to torture you anymore." Draco's angry tones left no room for argument and Harry couldn't find the energy to fight Draco on this despite how much he was scared of revealing his wrists again. Draco rummaged around in Harry's side of the wardrobe but couldn't find anything so he took to going through Harry's drawers. Eventually he pulled out a sleeveless top in black and made Harry put that on. Harry pulled out a light jacket and pulled that on too. When Draco glared Harry blushed.

"I feel naked. I can take it off later when I get hot."

"You'd better, I've got to have something to ogle at haven't I!" Draco said with a smirk when Harry blushed further. Then Draco lost the smile as Harry played with the ends of the jacket sleeves pulling them over his hands to make sure his wrists were completely covered up. "When?"

"I was thirteen the first time. I just couldn't take the hate anymore. Then I did it again at fifteen when they discovered I was gay. I just traced the old scars though. I cut a bit deeper but not all the way across. I just cut the main parts then. I'm past it. America helped me. It gave me something to life for and I helped people."

"You did?"

"Yes. I made my Jameson company then I made a safe orphanage where there is no bullying. If anyone is spotted bullying anyone else the bully is severely punished and given help to get over why they bullied in the first place. It's the Potter orphanage in New York and then I've got two Harry's Orphanages in Los Angeles for the homeless children and for those with no parents. I helped people, it helped me value my own life. I have no plans to do it again."

"Why do they hate you?"

"I survived the car crash and my parents didn't. That and I'm gay." Harry sighed putting his tennis gear into he bag and getting some suitable clothes for Draco to wear. Draco nodded and let his arm slide around Harry's waist and off as he passed behind the other man.

Here you go. That's two chapters. Hehehe...you aren't gonna kill me right? If you review fast I'll post another before I go to bed...maybe.

Gemxxx