Chapter 9

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Harry had come to the conclusion that the only way to figure out Severus' thought process was through Draco. Draco had known the man since he was born essentially. So, having known Severus for as long as he had had to count for something, didn't it? He just wanted to gain some insight to what they both stood in terms of their relationship, and he wanted to know if they were remotely near the same page. He'd never had someone do his head in to such an extreme extent. Why wasn't the man more forward with his feelings. Every time he thought about it he groaned in frustration.

At the moment though the thing that annoyed him most was clients who got cold feet. They would call and set up the whole appointment just to cancel it, which was fine and all, but not when he actually showed up to an empty hotel room. The thing that annoyed him most of all was that the time he put into getting ready. There were always signs that a cancellation was ahead. This particular one had most of the signs that came alone with a cancellation such as they had failed to leave a number or didn't call to reconfirm. Despite all these signs, agency policy dictated that he still had to show up at the scheduled time. He had as predicted showed up to an empty room. A shame really he was good and they may never really know how good he was.

The reasons behind their cold feet tended to be run of the mill. They would have a wife at home or a wife and kid at home, generally the family guilt thing. Some men just couldn't go home and look their family in the eye afterwards. Another being they were still very convinced that they were of the straight variety, denial essentially. He didn't really mind the whole not showing thing what he was miffed about was the time and energy and the planning it took to make an appointment perfect for a client. Their loss really.

In light of the opportunity of having a cancelled appointment he was headed to Draco's to speak with him about the entire Severus issue. It was more Draco's idea than his own but why not seize the opportunity as it presented itself.

"Why are you so caught up on my godfather?" Draco sighed, throwing himself back on the bed.

"Just answer the question you blonde git," Harry repeated. "Do you think he's into me?"

"If he wasn't you would not be there. He would not keep see you. Uncle Sev has never really been in a serious relationship, but here you come and well I've never seen him so interested in anyone," Draco mused.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked furrowing his brow in confusion.

"I'm saying that people don't interest him in a relationship kind of way. He's usually known for the whole hit and quit it scenario,' Draco explained. "Well, until you, he's never really kept someone around this long. It much mean something good, right?"

"Yeah," Harry smiled softly. Draco had definitely made him feel better.

"I don't even know why you're interested in a relationship," Draco yawned. "It's unnatural."

"What is?" Harry asked sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

"Domestic bliss," Draco replied feigning boredom. "There's just something not right about seeing one person naked for the rest of your life."

"You are sooo shallow," Harry laughed.

"Come out with me tonight?" Draco smiled sweetly.

"I think I might have plans with Severus," Harry said apologetically.

"In fact you do not," Draco smiled knowingly. "I've made the brash decision to phone my Uncle Sev and we've, or well mostly me, have come to a decision concerning custody."

"What the hell are you on about?" Harry sigh loudly. "What've you done?"

"You owe me on night out, minimum, a week." Draco said poignantly.

"Such an arse," Harry laughed shoving Draco off the bed.

"Get dressed, Potter, I'm sure you can find something acceptable in my closet," Draco moaned from the floor.

Draco was pretty much pissed less than half an hour after they came through the door. While he was hanging all over a handful of guys on the dance floor, Harry sat at their booth in the corner debating on whether or not to text Severus. He was meant to be spending the night with Draco but the guys flocking him had the same plans apparently. Draco had a knack for trouble though and he had this keen sense for picking up any guy who was already attached. In fact he was so good that sometimes he would pull a couple together instead of just one or the other. Tonight, however, Draco had narrowed his senses on this one guy in particular, a guy that Harry had already noted was taken. Taken by a man that was also very aware of what Draco's intentions were. Saying something to Draco in order to prevent him from doing what he intended to do only served as a sort of fuel to the fire.

While Draco was busy chatting up the man who was attached Harry was busy watching the man he happened to be attached to and that man's group of friends. The even the smallest guy in the group was at least half a foot taller than he or Draco and they were clearly pissed off. Harry found himself silently praying that Draco would fuck off with one of the other guys vying for his attention but he had already spotted his prey and the hunt was on. He knew that Draco saw the boyfriend watching too and that was all a part of the game. That's when Draco went in for the kill and he kissed the boy and this kiss was in no way innocent. He had trapped him under his spell and any boyfriend was long forgotten.

After that kiss the entire thing kicked off. Harry darted through the crowd on the dance floor to Draco, and grabbed the blonde's arm. The pair ran for the exit and out the front door. He was so concerned about looking over his shoulder for the guy's boyfriend and his friends that it didn't register that the other half were already waiting outside. Well, not until one of them grabbed him and slammed him against the stonewall and another one had grabbed Draco and done the same to him. They didn't stand a chance. Not only were they severely outnumbered, but Draco was completely pissed. He closed his eyes when the first punch made contact with his stomach. They were just going to have to accept this beating and hope that they didn't do them in too badly.

He was convinced that having the shit actually kicked out of him would have actually felt better than this did. If he could walk away after this was over he was going to walk straight over to Draco and finish kicking the shit out of him. He was going to murder him. He was going to make him wish a swift and painful death would come to him. That had better of been the best kiss of Draco's damn life. He was getting the shit kicked out of him by mere association, which showed where being friends with Draco got you. He was going to be cut and bruised for weeks to come which put a real damper in the line up of his clients.

Part of the whole appeal of hiring an escort was the fact that it was an illusion, that everything needed to be perfect. Nothing could be amiss. The only pleasure he took was the he knew that Draco wouldn't be able to work either; which meant that he wasn't going to get a job for at least a few weeks while everything healed up.

"I hope that kiss was worth it," Harry coughed after they had left had finished beating the pair to a pulp.

"He was an awful kisser," Draco half groaned half laughed.

"I'm going to kill you," Harry groaned spitting the blood from his busted lip on the ground.

"Call Uncle Sev, have him send a car for us," Draco said bossily.

"I would you see if I weren't the only casualty of this evening. They seem to have kicked in the screen of my phone while attempting to kick my teeth in," Harry said pulling himself up enough to throw the broken phone as hard as he could manage at Draco.

"What is your problem? I've also had the shit kicked out of me," Draco asked slightly annoyed.

"My problem!?" Harry nearly shouted, pulling himself up against the wall. "I'm not the one kissing men I knew had a boyfriend sitting across the club."

Trying his best to ignore Draco he staggered down the alley and borrowed the bouncer's phone to call Severus. He explained how Draco had gotten them jumped that they needed a lift home and how he would appreciate it if maybe Lucius could send a different car for Draco. The man was audibly concerned, but Harry reassured him that they were probably nothing short of being overly roughed up. Nothing that wouldn't heal in a few weeks time. He thanked the bouncer for allowing him to use his phone and went to get Draco. They sat on the curb for around 45 minutes, not speaking, before the cars showed up. Draco looked as if he wanted to say something about his driver being there, but he thought better of it and allowed his driver to help him into the car. Harry was expecting just Severus' driver to show up for him but when the man got out of the car as well he felt his insides warm.

The man was concerned and examined him to make sure that everything was okay and once he had determined that he would be fine he helped him into the car. He asked if he was okay and Harry reassured him he felt fine but he probably wouldn't feel the same when he woke up in the morning. Harry had asked to go home but Severus ended up insisting that Harry come and stay with him at least for the night. He just wanted to make sure that he was really alright and he even suggested taking a trip to A&E (accident and emergency) which Harry shot down instantly. He just argued that they'd be sitting there all night just to be told that he was gonna be fine and just to take a warm bath and put some ice on it. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten his ass kicked as a result of some stunt that Draco had decided to pull. He was pissed at the blonde now but it usually never lasted, and they were back to being friends within a few days. He just couldn't blame Draco for being the self righteous idiot that he was.

He faintly remembered dozing off in the car on the trip home and he must have stayed asleep the entire ride because he awoke to find Severus and the driver attempting to lift him out of the car without waking him. He shook off the sleepiness and insisted that he could walk. Once inside he asked Severus if he could have a shower to wash the blood and dirt off of him. When he had finished he noticed that his dirty clothes had been taken away and Severus had laid out some clothes for him to sleep in and a new toothbrush. After dressing and brushing his teeth he headed downstairs to find Severus.

"This came for you while you were in the shower," Severus said indicating a package on the countertop in the kitchen. "Any idea of who might have left it?"

"Draco, it's his thing. When he knows he's royally fucked up he slips my favorite candy through the letter slot on the door or sends over a box of things via his driver. It's his way of saying that he's sorry," Harry said pulling open the lid of the box to reveal an assortment of chocolate and a very expensive bottle of wine.

"You must be very important to him because I have never known my godson to apologize for anything to anyone," Severus explained displaying his amusement.

"He's my best friend," Harry said with a slight smile.

A/N: I guess I kind of finished this chapter sooner than I normally do so I'm going to go ahead and post it early. Sorry it seems that Draco has been more present than Severus lately but next chapter you'll find out how Severus really feels about escorting. ;) Thanks for all the lovely reviews and thanks for reading!