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Chapter 2
The morning was slightly awkward.
Longbottom had woken first and shook Draco into consciousness a short time after, greeting him with another tray; this time with toast, more fruit and more juice.
He ate the offering hurriedly and looked up at Longbottom.
Then he realised something he had cleverly managed to avoid.
Bruce was going to fucking kill him.
He stood up sharply, the tray falling to the dark wooden floors and the glass shattering into a million glittering pieces. Racing into the bathroom he tried to locate his clothing, finding the room spotless and every trace of his presence washed away.
Longbottom was expectedly embarrassed and Draco could not blame him, having a cheap prostitute clutter your home was hardly something to be proud of but he could not help feel a little let down. He had been good enough to kiss…
Shaking his head to erase the deceitful memories, he marched back into the bedroom.
"Where are my clothes Longbottom? I'm in shit if I do not get back soon."
"I'll give you something to wear, calm down."
But Draco couldn't.
Longbottom had no idea how it felt to be repeatedly beaten, broken down by the people he used to mock so freely. Their pathetic weapons, no match for a well-trained wizard like him, could destroy him, scar him, pain him…
And the money…
Bruce appeared unintelligent but even the slowest of the human species could come to the conclusion he had been with a client and the first rule of the house sparked in his mind: No free sex.
"Try these, they might be a little big but you're so tiny I doubt much would fit you."
Blinded by panic Draco pulled on the baggy, clean clothes hastily and managed to tangle his feet in the jeans, hitting the ground harshly with a sudden thump.
Two arms looped around him, pulling him up and Longbottom's mouth moved asking questions Draco could not decipher.
"Malfoy! Are you alright?!" he exclaimed. Draco was finally able to understand him.
"Yes…fuck I need to go Longbottom."
"Calm down, where do you need to go?"
"Back…and the fucking money. Why did you take me here? Why did I come?" he ranted.
"Money?"
"It's obvious you took me away for fun and when I come back empty-handed…I'm screwed…"
"How much?"
"£50," Draco lied, the guilt not forthcoming. He deserved a small amount of compensation from the legions of wizards who had let him down.
"I'll give it to you but…Malfoy…"
"What Longbottom?" Draco said, his fire back as the panic was doused.
"I could…You could stay here…"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I could…"
"What? Save me?" Draco laughed hollowly. "You are not Potty, leave the hero shit to him."
Once Draco was finally dressed, Longbottom took him back without another word, his face completely blank.
Three weeks passed before Draco ever set eyes on Longbottom again, this time he appeared more nervous but he tried to keep his stature confident.
"I need your services Malfoy," he said bluntly.
Draco laughed slightly, "Not sure I can say I was expecting that."
"Not here though, at mine."
"Lead the way, master."
Longbottom grabbed him roughly and pulled him flush against his body, the warmth radiating through his layers as they were pulled and twisted into the flat.
It was slightly tidier than last time, showing Longbottom had clearly planned this encounter and just as last time, he hurried into the kitchen, setting about making tea.
Draco had never been taken anywhere other than the alley for a client, others had and they told him it made the experience a little more bearable as very few of them saw comfort further than an old camp bed or rickety hotel bed. He did find it rather odd that they were willing to be fucked blindly into a mattress by a stranger if said mattress was comfortable but so few of the boys he knew had ever had an existence beyond the streets. It scared him how many had been doing this job since before they were legal…
He was given the same mug as last time and Longbottom made the tea to his exact specifications, Draco wondered if he could really do a better job himself.
They finished quickly and he could sense a hint of shaking as the darker haired man sat, staring oddly at Draco.
"Should we get to it then?" asked Draco, standing up.
"I guess," mumbled Longbottom reluctantly as though he were the one paid to be here.
In the bedroom, Longbottom continued to act awkward, his body language cold and his face blank.
"Do you actually want this?" questioned Draco.
"Yes! I just…dunno what the hell to do…"
"Your first time?" offered Draco in what he hoped was a compassionate tone.
Longbottom blushed brilliantly.
This admission made Draco feel odd, he had been in this situation before or at least suspected he had been but for reasons unknown it felt wrong with Longbottom.
But Longbottom acted suddenly, his lips finding Draco's impatiently, hungrily.
The kisses were delectable as before but they burned his flesh and caused him to desire more.
Longbottom was faultless in his enthusiasm, touching Draco's skin frantically as he tried to find something to anchor himself, anything to stop him falling…
Pulling away suddenly, Draco tore Neville's clothes from his body with strength unknown to his frail and faded form, leaving the brunette suddenly exposed.
He was shy by nature and he blushed, Draco's hazy gaze a reminder of what he had let himself in for.
Then more kisses and his sensitive skin brushed against the rough material of Draco's clothes he knew he had to rid this obstruction from their closeness and undressed his bed partner, fearlessly…delighted by the expanse of silver and white skin under his starving fingertips…
Draco pulled away and forced Neville onto his back and with a grin at him, kissed hurriedly down his chest and took him whole into his mouth.
Neville took a sharp inhale of breath, his lungs constricting as the blood soared through his veins, he was numb to everything but the wet heat and tangled his fingertips into the waves of Draco's hair…
But a devious, rebel idea slipped through the walls of pleasure…
Draco on his knees for anyone with money to share…anyone who wanted him…
He would do this for anyone, anyone who paid…and Neville was paying…
Draco didn't want him, he didn't want anyone. He was doing what he thought he had to in order to survive and Neville felt disgusting.
Throughout their time in Hogwarts, Neville had watched the Slytherin from a distance. In the beginning he was innocent to his complete fascination to the other's habits, the way his laugh caught in Neville's chest, the way his sneer was almost pretty and the grace with which he carried himself.
Once he realised his interest for what it was, Neville resigned himself to the reality he would never have the opportunity to touch that heavenly skin, kiss those beautiful lips…
But then he had caught sight of the blond through the rain…
Although the Draco he had seen that evening was different he was somehow the same, he was his conquest, the person who was so far out of his reach and now he could touch him…only for a small fee…
In his clouded mind it had felt like a good idea but now he repulsed himself with horror he had allowed himself to be swallowed by his own lust.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, his voice husky.
"I can't…"
"It's alright, I'll help," he said gently, crawling next to Neville and trailing his hand into his lap.
Oh it would be so easy…
"Stop!" he shouted.
Draco pulled back his hand as though it had been burned and turned his face away.
Rejection.
Unexpected stung him, this was not what Draco expected but he really should not have allowed himself to think that any Griffyndor would fuck him…Not in this state…
"I'll give you your money and take you back. Sorry I wasted you time…"
"Don't bother," Draco said simply. "You didn't really receive anything…"
"What I did was worth it," Neville said, confident suddenly.
"Why did you make me stop?"
"I can't…it isn't fair. I just can't make myself take advantage of you."
"What if I said I wanted to."
"It would be a lie."
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