Chapter 19:Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Diary of a Call Girl and I'm not benefiting financially from this in any way or w/e.

When Harry had mentioned modeling to Severus, needless to say the man was immediately skeptical of the whole thing. Even more so when he learned that the entire thing was the brainchild of Draco. Not that Draco had bad intentions, he just never seemed to follow through on the legitimacy of his brilliant eyes. Draco had met the photographer in question because the man was one of the blonde's regulars. He had mentioned looking for models and Draco had volunteered Harry for the job. Severus decided it was best to make a few calls to determine the legitimacy of this photographer. After the man had determined that everything was okay he gave Harry his blessing to go to meet the man and do the photo shoot. All the while Harry found it extremely attractive that Severus was going through all the trouble just to ensure that the entire thing was legit and not just someone trying to take advantage of him.

He found himself being drug into a salon by Draco not long afterwards to become camera ready according to the blonde. Draco had insisted he'd let his hair go too long and he was beginning to look a bit like a shaggy dog. Draco then instructed the stylist how to cut his hair and in the end the top of Harry's hair was left long and styled to look windswept and the back and sides were cut short. It was different, but some how he had to admit that Draco had mad a good call. The only thing was that he was a bit nervous to find out what Severus thought of it. It was hair after all and most of the time it always grew back. The worry sort of melted away after he had texted a picture to the man and he had replied with an actual smiley face, something he never used.

The next morning Draco drug him off again, but this time it was to have a fitting for their tuxes for the gala. Sometimes having Draco around was like having a personal stylist that he he had never asked for, but it was nice nonetheless, well most of the time. After trying on what seemed like dozens of tuxes, he finally found one that Draco seemed to approve of. He didn't understand what the big deal was, it looked exactly the same as all of the others but Draco insisted that the cut was different than the others, then commented about how Harry had lost his fashion edge when he had decided to give up escorting, to which Harry just shrugged.

"Here, give me your phone," Draco insisted, and Harry fished it out of the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"What do you want with my phone?"

"To take your picture so you can show uncle Sev when you get home."

"It's seriously weird when you call him uncle."

"He was my uncle before he was your boyfriend," Draco scoffed and handed his phone back.

"Touché."

After the fitting and Draco giving strict instructions about the alterations, and where they should be delivered, the pair headed back to Harry's. Harry only paused outside to finish his cigarette, while Draco headed inside to go to the loo. When Harry had put out his cigarette and was about to head back inside the neighbor from before decided to have another word with him.

"Young man! Young man!" She called hurrying down the sidewalk towards him.

"Yeah?" Harry asked spinning around towards her.

"The entire neighborhood would appreciated if you didn't smoke out here," She huffed at him. "You're setting a terrible example for the children!"

"And we'd appreciate it if you backed the fuck off," Draco smiled brightly at her from the doorway.

"You're both horrible young men!"

"Yeah, horribly rich enough to buy the house next to yours, and pay someone to play loud music at all hours of the night if we wanted to," Draco grinned wickedly at her, causing the woman to huff and storm away.

"She's really going to hate me now," Harry laughed. "This is the second time she's called me out."

"I did her a favor," the blonde shrugged. "If Uncle Sev heard her speaking to you that way it would not end very well for her."

"I can handle myself," Harry then insisted.

"I don't doubt that," Draco winked at him and Harry shoved him.

The next morning Harry headed off again with Draco, but this time it was to meet the photographer and to apparently have some test shots taken. They met him at his private studio that was located in what looked to be an old studio apartment over a bakery. The man quickly introduced himself as Mark and his eyes lit up when he saw Harry, and he started raving about how perfect he was for what the direction that he wanted to take the shoot. It was apparently a shoot for cologne and he kept raving about his vision, but his vision just sounded a lot like having Harry stand topless in a shower. He didn't mind though it sounded pretty much the same as any other picture he'd seen for men's cologne, attractive, topless man, and then the logo for the brand in the corner. It sounded easy enough, and he wasn't too worried about the pay, but it sounded pretty good as well.

He was actually really excited to do the shoot, and the test shots were easy enough and sort of washed away any previous reservations that he had about the entire thing. Especially with Draco there arguing with Mark and setting the man straight for Harry's sake. It all seemed to go according to plan, and they made plans for when the actual shoot was the following month, and where they should meet. Mark also promised to forward the text shots to him once he had finished editing them. Harry thought that they might be something that Severus would come to enjoy.

A few hours after the shoot Draco took off to have another endless evening of drinking and Harry wanted to make dinner for Severus. He decided to pop out to buy some things to cook. What he didn't expect was to find a blonde woman standing on his front doorstep when he pulled the front door open, but she seemed to be very pleased with him having opened the door, and he instantly regretted it.

The woman had curly hair that was fixed in a loose bun and large rimmed glasses over her icy blue eyes. She was wearing bright red lipstick and a smile that instantly him wary of her. He wasn't sure who she was or what she wanted, but the sight of her alone made him want to slam the door in her face and not open it until she left or Severus came home.

"You must be Harry," She grinned knowingly, breaking the tension filled silence between them.

"Who's asking?" He asked nervously.

"Rita Skeeter," She grinned wickedly and extended her well manicured hand, but he just stared at it.

"Well…um…how can I help you?" He asked confused.

"I'm a reporter from the Daily Maile, and I think we have at once time shared a mutual interest."

"I don't know what you mean," he said furrowing his brow.

"See, I think you do, love," She said pulling an envelope out of her bag and handing it to him.

Harry eyed the envelope cautiously before taking it, and Rita encouraged him to open it. He looked at her skeptically before pulling the envelope open and pulling out a small stack of pictures and he turned them over in his hands. It was him through the window of a hotel, kissing a man, and more of him and the same man leaving the hotel separately. After a few minutes Harry recognized the man as the mouthy politician that liked to brag, a former client, he wanted to kick himself. He was sure that he had only seen the man once, but that was all it took. Whoever this Rita Skeeter was she had found the means to capture the man's illicit behavior on film, and there was only one thing that she wanted to do with these pictures, and that was print them. His stomach dropped at the though of it alone.

"What do you want?" He asked reeling in the moment.

"I want the total scoop. I want you to tell me all about his favorite illicit behaviors, anything he told you about his job. I know he likes to brag," she winked at him.

"But why?"

"He's running for mayor and this could be the story of the century," she smiled sweetly.

"And if I don't say anything?" Harry asked shakily.

"Then I print the pictures anyway. I don't need you for this story to work, we can all clearly see what's happening. I just want that extra oomph!" She explained. "I can make it worth your while."

"Everyone I know could see this, nothing could make it worth my while," Harry said shaking his head angrily.

"I was hoping you might want to speak, but seeing as you seem pretty much against it, here's my card, give me a call if you change your mind, but before 8 tonight dear that's my deadline," she smiled again and headed off to the cab that was waiting for her. "Look forward to the morning paper, you're gonna be a star!"

And like that she was gone. Harry felt like his entire world was going to crumble at any moment. He came back into the house and rushed into the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. He was so mad that this was happening and when he looked into the mirror over the sink after washing his face, he couldn't help himself and he just took a swing at it. The entire thing smashed around his fist and came crashing down, pieces cutting him on the way down. He could feel the warmness of the blood that had started to spill from his arm. He pulled his shirt off over his head and wrapped it around his arm before stumbling out into the hallway and sliding down against the wall, and then the tears started to fall.

He had caused this by deciding to escort in the first place. He hadn't even started because he needed the money, he had more money than he knew what to do with it. He had started just for the thrill of fucking random strangers, and now he was going to have to pay for it. Even worse anyone who knew him was going to have to pay for it as well. This could affect Severus at work, and it would definitely affect Draco and how Narcissa saw him. Then there was the Weasley's he wasn't sure they'd even want to speak to him after finding out, especially not Ron. Maybe Hermione would be too embarrassed to speak to him after he had his face splashed all over the front page, and Severus would probably want to leave him after it all. It would be too late then, he would have already caused everyone a problem. He was so angry with himself for getting into this position, and he just sat there in the floor and sobbed.

That's where Severus found him as well, the man came through the door and he saw Harry shirtless, covered in blood, and crying, and his face dropped. He dropped his coat and bag and rushed to Harry's side. He pulled him to his feet and took Harry's uninjured arm and led him into the kitchen, then disappeared for a moment. When the older man came back he was carrying a towel and the first aid kit. He pushed Harry gently down into one of the chairs and set to work on cleaning the glass out of his arm and to clean the wounds. The man worked diligently for awhile, before looking up to Harry's tear stained cheeks and asking him what happened.

"What brought this on," the man asked confused.

"I couldn't stand the sight of myself," he sobbed.

"What's happened?" Severus asked concerned.

Harry choked back another sob and began to explain what had happened. He handed Severus the crumpled up business card that Rita had left with him before explaining how she had pictures of him. Pictures that were one headline away from exposing him to everyone and ruining his life, but he wasn't even worried about himself, he was more worried about the negative impact that it would have on everyone else's lives. That he was just a casualty that had just been in the right place to ruin the career of some useless politician. All the while Severus listened quietly as he continued to clean out Harry's cuts, and rinse them out so that he could get a better look. Right now his main concern was making sure that Harry was okay.

"You have really done a number on yourself here," Severus said looking up at Harry from where was kneeling.

"I Know, but I deserve it," Harry sighed.

"You don not deserve it. Does it hurt?"

"A bit."

"I do not want you to worry about any of this. I'm going to take care of it as soon as I take care of you."

"This could make everything so difficult for everyone!" Harry insisted. "It could be make you look so bad."

"Do not worry about me, there have been worse things in my life," Severus replied sternly. "On the bright side, it doesn't look like you need stitches."

Severus put some antibiotic cream on his cuts and bandaged up his hand and arm before taking him upstairs and putting him to bed. He kissed him on the forehead and told him not to worry about a single thing, everything would be taken care of by morning. Then the older man disappeared into the bathroom and came back a few minutes later holding a glass of water, and a few pills that he told Harry would help him sleep. He kissed him again and told him to get some sleep before heading back downstairs. Harry took the medicine and before he knew it he was drifting off into a deep sleep.

The next morning Harry woke and tried to shake off the fog of the sleeping pill from the night before. When he sat up and yawned he noticed the paper on the night stand beside of him his stomach dropped from the events of the night before. He cautiously reached over and picked it up, and flipped through every page only to find nothing about him or the politician gracing the pages. He didn't know how Severus had done it, but he couldn't wipe the grin off of his face. He tossed the paper aside and threw on a shirt before bounding down the stairs to find the man. He found him in the kitchen on the phone and nearly knocked him over from colliding into him in a full speed hug. He looked up at the man questioningly and the man indicated that he was explain once he was off the phone.

"How?" Harry asked grinning broadly.

"It helps to have gone to a very influential private school, building contacts early is everything. I phoned a few old school peers and got into contact with the editor in chief and who didn't seem very keen to cooperate until I reminded him of his own fondness of escorts of the female sex. I told him that it would be very hypocritical for someone to print such an article when they were guilty of the same crime," Severus explained.

"How did you find out though?" Harry said kissing him quickly.

"Like I said it pays to have contacts," Severus smirked at him.

"What about Skeeter couldn't she just sell it to another paper?""Ah, Ms. Skeeter I think is exploring new career options at the moment.""What did you do?"

"Later," Severus promised, eat first. Harry agreed to grateful to press the matter at the time being. "How does your arm feel?"

"It's okay," Harry shrugged embarrassed.

"Do you still feel up to visiting the Weasleys this evening?" Severus asked concerned.

"Yeah," Harry grinned. "I already promised, and Mrs. Weasley would die if I cancelled on them now."

"I must admit that I am a bit nervous to meet them."

"Don't be they'll love you, just like I do," Harry smiled kissing the man again. "Thank you."

"I'd do anything to keep you happy," Severus murmured kissing him again.

A/N: Sorry I know I said the Weasleys would be this chapter but next chapter I promise. I hope you liked this chapter! Please read and review! 3