Draco didn't know how to feel about this deal, only because he didn't know what to expect from the Gryffindor Golden Boy. He use to think he knew the boy better than he himself did, but obviously over the last few years the boy had changed more than he could ever imagine. He had guessed that the boy was gay, because why else who the boy be so low key about his love life. If he had dated a girl since his years at Hogwarts they would have expected it to be in the newspaper, because woman where like that. He himself had been in the papers a dozen times since the end of the war, every time he went to a charity event with a different French woman, the media went crazy and he would get loads of mail from British women who didn't want the next Mrs. Malfoy to be some French wench.

Of course all those women had offer their own affections, so Draco had been forced to turn down enough suits that he was beginning to question the sanity of his ruse. Yes it was all a ruse. He was sure that no one suspected it except for his mother and of course Pansy, but they were both to busy with their own love affairs to care about his love woes.

Draco had know since fourth year that looking at girls did nothing for him, but looking at Victor Krum had gotten him all shades of hot and bothered. When he overheard two Gryffindor blocks talking about being gay and wondering how their family would react the facts finally clicked and he realized that yes he was definitely gay, but then he began to wonder what his father would think, like he so often did in his school years. So he had wrote home and told his father about the conversation he had overheard, he carefully worded it so that it sounded as though he had no opinion on the matter and was just curious as to whether his father knew there was a population of boys who liked other boys at Hogwarts. The next day his father had managed to force the headmaster to give him a private room and had written him a very long letter saying that boys who likes other boys where worst than mudbloods and should be treated to an even worse fate than the cruciatus.

So Draco had replied accordingly, stating that his father was right and that he was disgusted and that he would be sure to stay away from those boys lest the contaminate him, just like he had promised to stay away from the Weasley first year and later on Granger and Potter and all the other people he might have considered being friends with if his father hadn't expressed such terrible opinions about them, and if they hadn't already rejected him.

Of course he knew that if he just replied with the same words of hate his father spouted it wouldn't be enough to appease the older Malfoy's anger, so he informed his father of the bad fortunes that had befallen the two Gryffindor and informed him that he had acquired a pureblooded female date to the dance. His father of course was delighted at the prospect of Draco wooing Pansy, she wasn't as pretty as he would have liked but her family had old blood and new money, and her mother and father were quite the lookers, so he was sure their children would inherit the Malfoy beauty. Of course when his father found out that Pansy had only been dating him to make Blaise Jealous he had been forius and had called her all sorts of foul names, but Draco had insisted that it was alright because he had been trying to make Daphne Greengrass jealous and he had already convinced her that the first hogsmead weekend of the next year would be the perfect time for a date, and they would have gone sooner if she weren't planning to spend the summer with her grandmother learning how to be a proper pureblooded mother.

Draco was definitely nervous as he walked from the floo grate up to the room, he hadn't expected this when Potter had propositioned him. He hadn't exactly been expecting squalor seeing as Potter was quite well off and lived in a very posh mansion just outside of muggle London, but he had still been expecting Potter to choose a hotel that was muggle and moderately cheep, and this place was neither of these things. In fact this was one of the few hotels he would ever even consider staying at, with rich colors and ancient tapestries on almost every wall, antic furniture that rivaled even the manor furnature's worth and everything was enchanted to be comfortable. The elevator had been smooth and had played music that was soft and gentle on the ears.

Draco had spend the whole day contemplating the horrors his old school rival would think up, because if he knew anything he knew that this wasn't just about sex, he wasn't a hundred percent sure on what else this was about but he knew it wasn't just sex. Draco had been so nervous he had almost skipped lunch, because the mere idea of food had made him slightly green, but then he had realized that he had promised to spend an entire week with Potter, and though he didn't think the Gryffindor completely cruel he knew looking after Draco's health was not his first interest. He didn't think Potter would starve him, if only because Potter definitely had a lot of activity planned.

Draco paused outside the door for a long moment. He had left twenty minutes early and it hadn't taken him more than a few minutes to get up here so he was still early, but he wasn't sure if he could do this. He had been by no mean celibate, but over the years he had only had sex with perhaps hands full of people and only two had been guys. He was relieved that the hotel seemed to be discreet, he had yet to see a single person outside the staff and he could tell the room had several silencing and privacy charms. Finally, after standing outside the door for at least three minutes Draco took a deep breath and forced himself to knock on the door firmly three times in rapid succession.

He had barely dropped his hand when the door opened silently, a proof of how well off the hotel was that they knew to silence squeaking doors. Harry Potter greeted him with a grin similar to the one he had shown him earlier but this one was filled with a bit of honest delight and surprise, as he said, "You're early."

Draco pulled out his pocket watch and said, "Barley."

He had meant it to come across snide and brash, like the Malfoy he had been raised to be, but he must have fallen a bit short because the surprise on Potter's face went up a few notches. Harry glanced over him with an accessing gleam in his eyes that would have done any Slytherin proud, then he smiled even brighter and said, "Well come in."

Harry held the door open wider and when Draco hesitated he turned and walked into the room as though he was certain Draco would follow him, his demeanor reminded Draco of his mother. Draco took a quite but deep breath and followed Harry into a small sitting room, gently closing the door behind him. Harry smiled as he took a seat and gestured for Draco to sit across from him, as he said, "I'm a bit surprised you came at all, let alone on time."

Draco sat nervously and unconsciously arranged his arms and legs as his mother had taught him as he said, "I'm always punctual."

Harry smiled and said, "Yes I remember, you were never late for a single class we had together, and you never missed a single class."

Draco resisted rolling his eyes and said, "I'm afraid your wrong, but I'm not here to correct your miss-notions."

Harry frowned and said, "You're here for whatever reasons I want, and although I do plan to have plenty of sex, I don't think that's any reason to neglect the pleasantries. So, when did you miss a class?"

Draco felt himself tense unconsciously, and he silently cursed his reaction to the tension in Harry's tone and as he brushed unseen lint from his trousers he forced himself to relax marginally as he said casually, "I missed over six classed over the course of my school years."

Harry raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue so Draco hesitantly added, "Two classes in third year, three classes in fourth year and one class in sixth year."

Harry pursed his lips as he thought back, and finally he asked, "Did you ever miss potions?"

Draco shook his head and Harry asked, "Why not? You could have gotten away with it, Severus loved you and you were completely genius in Potions."

Draco nervously uncrossed and re-crossed his legs as he said, "My father frowned upon absence."

Harry frowned and then asked very suddenly, "I always wondered, did your father ever hit you?"

Draco was so startled by the question that for several moments he couldn't do anything but blink, finally he managed to ask, "What would posses you to ask a question like that?"

Harry leaned forward and said, "Your avoiding the answer, which is both surprising and reassuring, but I'll tell you right now that if you don't answer my questions honestly then this whole deal is off."

Draco narrowed his eyes, and felt a flare of temper as he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

Harry smiled and said, "You always where bright. Here's the deal Malfoy, I know about your little inheritance hiccup, you can't inherit your family estates if you have any outstanding debts, which includes life debts, it's an insurance policy to help prevent the ancestral lands stay with the family and aren't sold off to pay off debts. I also know that you've managed to get all of your debts revoked or paid off save the ones you owe me. That alone is quite an incentive, but I wasn't sure how serious you were about this whole deal till you showed up here tonight early. You might be punctual but if you weren't determined to get the manor back you would have never agreed to let me even have sex with you let alone agree to give me free rein and still show. So the deal is, for one weak your mine, you won't see, talk or have sex with anyone but me, the exception being asking the staff for food or any other needs you might have. If I ask you to do something you will do it to the best of your ability and only ask questions if you don't understand what I'm asking you, and remember I don't appreciate sarcasm but I understand that's a part of who you are so I will excuse it occasionally. And again I expect you to answer all of my questions honestly, and I also expect you to let me know if something makes you feel uncomfortable or if something I do hurts enough to warrant concern."

Harry paused for a moment to let his words sink in, before asking in a quiet voice, "Do you understand?"

Draco didn't quite trust himself to speak in a normal voice so he just nodded. Harry waited another minute before asking, "Do you agree to these terms?"

Draco again nodded, and Harry gave him another assessing look, as though weighing his reaction to be certain he wasn't about to run for the hills the minute he had some time to himself, after a minute Harry gave a nod and said, "Right, dinner should be ready in a few hours, I was hoping we could get better acquainted before then."

Author's Note: As you can probably guess this is definitely going to get very dark and dirty in the later chapters!