Chapter 7:

Disclaimer: Like always I don't own Harry Potter or Diary of a Call Girl.

Harry was on his way to the pub to meet Ron and Hermione after having spent the afternoon with another client. He liked the sort of clients where he didn't have to do much. This one had only wanted to sit on his chest and cum on his face. It was easy work, 300 pounds for a little bit of the spunk on his face seemed fair enough to him. It was dirty work but it wasn't as dirty as some escorts would allow. He had showered after his client had left and changed his clothes, swapping his suit for jeans and a tshirt. Ron would laugh him out of the pub if he showed up in a suit that was tailored just for him. Not to mention having to explain why he was wearing such a suit.

He didn't even bother catching a cab, instead he opted to walk the short distance from the hotel to the pub. The day was nice enough it was a warmer than usual day in London and he was soaking up as much of the heat the sun was willing to offer. He was excited to see Ron and Hermione and had missed spending time with them. They had opted to go off to university in Edinburgh and catching the train from London to Edinburgh for 5 hours just didn't seem very appealing. Edinburgh didn't have the charms of London either, it was charming enough in a castle on top of the hill way, but he preferred the fast pace that only London could offer.

Deciding against going to university with his friends had definitely put a strain on their relationship. When Ron and Hermione had first left they texted everyday and there were calls, and skyping, but it boiled down to a few texts a week. They were busy with school and he was busy with escorting. The last time they had really seen each other was around a month ago while they were home on Christmas holidays before the Grangers had left to spend Christmas in Paris and the Weasleys went north to spend Christmas with family. He on the other hand had spent Christmas drinking with Draco, the glamorous life of the male escort.

He stopped outside the pub and made sure everything was in order before pulling the door open. Harry briefly chastised himself for being more nervous about seeing his friend than meeting any of his clients. After all they were just going to have a few drinks then head back to Ron's for dinner. Dinner was no casual affair when it came to Mrs. Weasley, she was a brilliant cook and she always made enough to feed a small army and insisted that you eat as much. She was the overbearing mother that he had always dreamed of.

"Harry, mate, over here!" Ron shouted a bit too loudly as in came in the doors.

"Long time, no see," he grinned broadly hugging both of them.

"How've you been mate?"

"Brilliant. How's school and all that?"

"It's school. Mione, here love it though. There's this library on campus and she has basically set up camp."

"Honestly, Ronald," Hermione said slapping his arm. "You're the one that lives for rugby."

"Books, rugby, got it," Harry laughed as his phone buzzed in his pocket with a message from Draco.

'Think I might have lost a client,' Draco had sent through.

'You never lose clients.'

"Who's that mate?"

"Draco," Harry said almost wanting to clamp his hand over his mouth.

"Why do you hang out with that knob? He's such a dick."

"Ron, Harry is allowed to be friends with whoever he likes," Hermione said bluntly.

'Lost this one,' Draco texted back.

'How?'

"Ron it's not like I brought him here with me."

'Where are you?'

'Pub with Ron and Mione.'

'Buzzkill.'

"Doesn't stop him from being a prick."

'So?'

'An adult baby, he fucking booked me an adult baby, Potter.'

'What'd you do?'

'He pulled out his nappy and I threw the money on the bed and walked out.'

"Just got a text from Ginny, Mum is impatient to see us, so we should head out."

'Luxurious,' Harry replied.

'Meet me after your romp through suburbia?'

'I'll call you.'

The trio took the tube to Portsmouth Harbour and from there caught the bus into Surrey. Harry would have sprung for a cab if had known he could find a driver that wouldn't try to rip them off. It was hard enough trying to get one to take you across London without trying to inflate your fair. Around an hour later the trio were met at the bus stop by Ron's dad Arthur in his little blue, Ford Anglia. The floorboard of the car was littered with old playing cards and pieces of magic tricks that had gone wrong. The man was lovely but he had a thing for magic tricks. He loved learning them and Harry was sure that he spent all of his free time online learning more.

Arthur was what Harry had always imagine having a dad would be like and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley treated him like another son. The Weasley household was always full of noise and there was always some sort of commotion taking place. It was hard for it to be quiet at any point with six boys roaming its halls. Harry often felt sorry for Ginny as she was the youngest and only girl who was raised with six older brothers. The only person he felt worse for was Percy, but he really did bring all the antagonizing onto himself. He had a stick up his arse and the others only served to jam it even further up there.

As they pulled into the drive of the Weasley house, lovingly referred to as The Burrow, Harry's phone started to vibrate again, this time it was Severus calling. He sighed lightly and told the others to go ahead inside he had to take this. He wanted to be careful not to arouse any suspicion because he hadn't mentioned his relationship to any of his friends, and he didn't want to until he had a better handle on it. He wasn't even sure if he could call it a relationship, a fling, was perhaps a better definition at the moment.

"Hello?"

"Hello, it is Severus. I hoping that you are not busy at the moment."

"Just a bit," Harry grinned.

"Oh, my apologies," Severus replied quickly.

"Oh no not with a client or anything, just a bit of dinner with friends who are back from uni."

"Ah, I was hoping that you might be free for dinner this evening. I should have asked sooner."

"No it's brilliant that you're asking at all. I'd love to come I really would but I've already agreed to this and I can't back out on their doorstep. Then a mate of mine wants to meet afterwards, but if you're free then maybe we could get together?" Harry laughed at how ridiculous it all sounded.

" I do not wish to impose, so if you would like to reschedule for a later date I would understand," Severus replied smoothly.

"No! Of course not. I'll call you after dinner, okay?"

"I will speak to you then?"

"Yeah, of course," Harry laughed.

"Enjoy your evening."

"You too," Harry said before hanging up.

Dinner was chaotic as always between the twins playing pranks on Percy and Mrs. Weasley telling Ron how he should just go ahead and ask Hermione to marry him already. Then Mr. Weasley was going on about his latest card trick and trying to show it to Harry but messing it up more than getting it right. Between trying to convince Ron and Hermione that getting married sooner than later was better she piled Harry's plate full again. Despite his protests that he was already full she kept cooing about how he was too thin and he needed to eat more. He loved spending time with the Weasleys he often forgot how nice it was to be around them. It was the family that he'd never had but always wanted and they took him as one of their own.

After dinner he spent time with Ron losing at chess. He felt distracted because all he could think about was going to see Severus. Harry briefly wondered if the man thought about him as often as he found himself thinking of him. Then he felt guilty that he was busy thinking of running off to meet Severus when he was meant to be spending time with his friends. Friends that he rarely saw these days. His judgement had definitely been clouded in the weeks that followed New Years and meeting Severus. On a whim he texted the man the address to The Burrow with just the message 'Come and get me.' He didn't know if the man would come, but he really hoped he would.

Not long before he decided that Severus wasn't coming and that he would just get the bus home it started to rain. When Harry mentioned that it was time for him to get back to London Mr. Weasley offered to give him a ride to the bus stop. He shook his head and said that he didn't mind the rain. He hugged everyone goodbye and promised to see them soon before pulling on his coat. Harry finally made it out the door after Mrs. Weasley had insisted that he take a plate of food home with him.

When he looked up at the street after coming out the door there was Severus. He was standing outside one of his car with an umbrella waiting on him. He grinned broadly before running across the street to meet the man.

"I thought you weren't coming," he continued smiling.

"I would come anytime that you asked."

With a smile Harry leaned up on his tippy toes and kissed Severus softly on the lips. When he pulled back from the kiss Severus pulled him into an even deeper kiss. He'd honestly never felt taller than when he leaned up to kiss Severus that moment in the rain.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter is kind of boring but I felt like Ron and Hermione should finally make an appearance and sorry if it's kind of off I've had the flu and tried to write as much as I could when I could. I even put a little bit of fluff into the end.