DON'T DENY WHAT YOU KNOW IS TRUE

CHAPTER 2

BETA: Hannah

WARNINGS: Graphic sex, though quite brief in this chapter, I will write more in the future. Swearing, gay male sex.

"Brent? Why are you talking to Peter?" Jonathan asked when they arrived within hearing range.

"Peter?" Brent asked confused and looked at Ry. Brent, Jonathans brother knew him as Ry, and they had been, well, intimate for a long time before Brent had left to live in New York.

"Yes, he is my new boyfriend, I've told you about it," Jonathan said oblivious to the fact that Ry tried to signal for him to shut up. This was beyond bad. Ry slowly looked up at Brent and saw a devious smile begin forming on his unusually handsome face. Ronnie was chickening and smirking at the same time, Ry had never quite figured out how he managed to pull that off and right now it didn't feel very important to find out.

"Is that so… Peter? Why I would never have guessed you'd go steady!" Brent said with a fake smile. Jonathan began to look worried. Perhaps he's finally caught on, Ry thought.

"Do you two know each other?" Jonathan asked.

"We're old… business partners," Brent said and Ry gave him a wry smile. Business partners indeed.

FLASH BACK

"God damn! Harder you fucking slut!" Brent screamed. For once Ry was the dominant one, he was usually the bottom whenever Brent hired him. Unlike some other clients Brent liked it hard, rough and quite cold. He never wanted any feeling in what they were doing and it suited Ry just fine. He always faked it with others when they wanted to 'make love', he would only ever make love to the one he loved, and he hadn't found that one yet, but he suspected he would once he returned to Hogwarts this year.

Ry opened his previously closed eyes and looked down. He was standing beside the bed and held onto Brent's hips as he drove his generous hard cock deeply into Brent's behind. He loved to watch himself slide in and out of the hot heat, and he loved it when his clients were tight, just like Brent.

"Who are you calling slut? Isn't it my cock driving up your ass? Do you love being fucked like a bitch, huh? Do you?" he asked. Brent also had a certain passion for dirt speak during the 'act.' Ry didn't mind. He loved ripping off those expensive designer clothes Brent wore, and he loved throwing them all around the room, banging into walls as they tried to make it to the bed in the hotel room. Sometimes they didn't make it and they would end up on the floor, fucking like dogs in heat.

"Shit," Brent swore as he increased his speed. He suddenly pulled out and turned Brent around so he was down on his stomach. He slammed back into the hard heat in one hard trust and Brent screamed out in both pain and pleasure. Ry began slamming in and out, always hitting Brent's prostate until he could hardly take it anymore. His balls slapped against Brent's behind and a wet, sucking sound rang around the room when they fucked. Brent's well trained body was sweating and Ry loved sliding against it. Brent screamed a final time and exploded into the sheets. Ry continued to thrust into Brent until he came.

END FLASH BACK

"I was the one to introduce them!" Ronnie said with glee and Jonathan finally understood.

"Fuck," he said and Ry gave a little laugh.

"Fuck indeed. It's what I do," he answered.

"How did you come across our beloved Ry, little brother?" Brent asked Jonathan. Jonathan began to make up some half assed excuse but Ry, wasn't listening. Instead he was staring across the room, straight into deep brown eyes, which looked quite dangerous despite the mild colour. What was this? Some kind of conspiracy? Why were all his past associates here right now, at this wedding? He had managed to escape those kind of situations his entire life, so why did it start now? All the drama, all the fucking hassle? He could hardly believe his rotten luck as he stared into those brown eyes. The argument which had started between the three men around him ceased as they noticed he wasn't actually listening.

"What's the matter Ry? It looks like you've seen a ghost!" Ronnie mocked and it suddenly hit him. Ronnie had always reminded him of a gangster, he looked and he talked with a distinct accent of an Italian. He could very well be part of the mafia, come to think of it, he probably was.

"See that person over there, the one staring at me? Who is he?" he asked without cutting off the eye contact he had.

"That's Blaise, my nephew? Why, do you think he'd like your services?" Ronnie asked. Ry slowly shook his head. Blaise Zabini indeed. So his eyes weren't deceiving him. He gave Blaise a sly smile, a trademark of his.

"Why don't you go and invite him over Ronnie? I want to talk to him," he said without revealing his slight anxious feelings. He needed to keep his cool and make sure Blaise didn't reveal what he worked with during the summers. Blaise wasn't stupid, he must have realised he was a prostitute by now. As far as he was concerned the whole family knew what Ronnie was up to and Ronnie had probably mentioned him once or twice. By looks of things this whole family was made of gangsters and small criminal. Ronnie looked at him funny but decided to humour him and go to Blaise.

"What are you doing?" Jonathan hissed.

"Shut up sweet boy, our deal is off, it's game over anyway, isn't it Brent?" he asked. Brent nodded.

"Speaking of which… are you free anytime soon? I wouldn't mind getting some exercise," he said and Jonathan looked at his brother with disgust. Ry only shrugged.

"I've got a busy schedule, call Michael and see if he can squeeze you in," he said indifferently. At least with Brent he knew what to expect. He actually preferred regular costumers before one timers as long as they didn't grow emotional feelings for him.

"This is too weird," Jonathan whined and Ry smiled at him.

"It's about to get weirder honey, so don't stop sweating yet," he said when he saw Blaise and Ronnie getting closer to them. Soon enough their group had expanded to five people. They stood there, huddled together near the exit.

"Hi… I didn't expect you here. So you are the famous Ry, Ronnie has told us all about, who would have known. Funny how things turn out, huh?" Blaise said sweetly with a dangerous undertone. Ry shrugged again.

"I guess I'm famous for many things. The spotlights love me," he said and Blaise actually laughed.

"They do," he admitted. "Why did you want me over here?" he asked and Ry turned to the others. "Look guys, Jonathan, our deal is off… talk to Michael about the return of your money, Brent… call Michael and check if there are any appointments ready… Ronnie.. I won't say it's nice to meet you again because frankly I don't like you… and now I will have to take care of some business with Blaise here… so excuse us and good bye," he said confidently and grabbed Blaise's arm and went outside the building.

Once outside Blaise stopped him and turned to face him.

"Alright Potter, spill. What the fuck are you doing? What happened to the shy and geeky little Gryffindor?" he demanded. Ry's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Who the fuck are you calling geeky Zabini? I never was a shy little Gryffindor, it was all an illusion to keep nosy people like you off my case, and I expect no less from you this year, got that?" he said and stared intently at him. Blaise's eyes narrowed as well.

"What do I get in return from this Potter? Wouldn't it give me more if I simply exposed you? I could get a nice little sum of money from the Daily Prophet if I revealed your secret to them. As a matter of fact, the more I think about it I see no reason for keeping your secret for you," he said.

"Don't be stupid Zabini, it's unfitting for a Slytherin," he spat. "If you keep my secret I'll fuck you for free in return, at least once a week. That's my offer, take it or leave it. Either way is fine with me. I plan on returning to Hogwarts the way I am this final year. I am of age and what I do is no business of theirs anymore."

"Then why are you so hell bent on me keeping your secret if you will be, and I quote 'myself' this year?" Blaise asked with a smile, telling Ry he wasn't buying any bullshit.

"I will be myself Zabini, but I will not be on duty! I only work in the muggle world and therefore the wizarding world is better off not knowing of my profession, it makes them sleep better at night, I'm sure. Isn't there a saying, what's it... Oh yes… 'ignorance is a bliss'," he said with a grin. Blaise looked thoughtful and Ry could tell he was thinking over his options.

"Well? What do you say, do we have deal?" he asked dryly, already knowing the answer. He had rarely been turned down by people before, and it was a well known fact that Blaise was bi sexual and had a passion for black haired guys.

"Alright Potter, but this must be made in secret. I will not have my reputation ruined by people finding out I sleep with the golden boy," he said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he responded quickly. If Blaise had tried to offend him he had failed massively. "It's a deal then, we will talk about this at Hogwarts, as for now I need to get the hell out of here," he said and left without a backward glance.

He called Michael and asked him to come and pick him up. He explained everything in the car and much to his irritation Michael found his story hilarious and had many laughs at his expense. It was during times like these he felt like he wanted to kill someone, badly and preferably Michael. Michael eventually calmed down and promised to recruit some clients for him due tomorrow. He knew how much Ry hated having nothing to do.

THE NEXT DAY

Ry was very, very bored. The morning had been slow, Michael had indeed managed to get him some clients but most of them wanted to hold hands, go on a stroll through a park and nothing else. He almost wished he was back at the wedding, at least some drama happened there. He didn't expect any difficulties with Blaise Zabini. He was a handsome boy, but didn't make much noise about himself in school. The spotlight in Slytherin was directed at Draco Malfoy and Zabini kept himself on the side lines. Ry hoped this would make things easier for him when he was supposed to keep his end of the bargain, he suspected that he would be the one to go down in the dungeons. He was in no position to demand of Zabini that they meet somewhere of his choice.

He was back in 'his' alley. He liked it there because no matter the time of day, it was always pretty dark in there. It was narrow no more than one meter broad at the largest end. He didn't suppose such narrow alleys were actually allowed, because of the fire risk, but those buildings had been around for a while.

Right now he was off duty, and Michael had told him to go home to his relatives but he didn't feel like it. He knew he could be gone for quite some time before the order realised it. He had, after all, done a very powerful illusion charm on the house years ago, so they would think he was inside and the Dursley's wouldn't tell them any different, they too got something out of the fact that he wasn't home.

So why hadn't the Ministry noticed he had done underage magic? He hadn't not really. He had once stumbled across a wizard, and against all odds, the wizard was a client of his that decided to help him out. Said wizard was now dead, but that didn't mean the magic would fade. Magic was endless, it was part of the world and would never disappear. Magic simply took residence in some people. Being born by a wizard would help the magic to find a new suitable residence, but as seen before some people simply weren't made for it. As such there are muggles and squibs, as well as sometimes there is being a muggle born witch or wizard.

"Hey you!"

Ry looked up sharply and narrowed his eyes to see better. A man stood in the end of the alley.

"Are ya talkin' to me?" Ry drawled and stood up straight, prepared to fight if necessary. The man came closer.

"Are you working?" the man asked.

"Depends on who's asking," Ry said carefully. It could be a cop for all he knew. His business wasn't exactly legal.

"I need your service. How much?"

"For what?" Ry asked and went closer, his hand down in his pocket, prepared to dial Michael if it turned out to be ugly. He usually didn't pick up costumers this way.

" Just a blow, nothing more." The man waited for him to make his choice. Ry looked him over. The man was nothing out of the ordinary, not young but neither old. Perhaps he could have done something to his hair rather than just let it grow that long… the man reminded him a little bit of Sirius actually. He might be sick for doing it, but he felt intrigued by this man who reminded him so much of Sirius by the looks.

"Alright, I will even give you this one for free," he said and the man looked at him with shock.

"Free? I can't…-" he asked.

"Yes, are you going to argue over it? Never look a gift horse in the mouth, my mother used to say," he said easily and went over and invaded the man's personal space. With well practiced hands he began to kneed the man's privates through the fabric of the jeans. The man uttered no further objections and for that he was glad. He used his other hand to unbuckle the leather belt. He didn't usually give away his services for free, but yet again he made an exception. He had managed to do a lot of those lately, perhaps he really was bored with his life. He hoped to get some new action at Hogwarts.

"Lean back," he told the man and pushed him over to the wall. Ry pulled down the man's pants to his ankles and began to blow hot air on the awakening goods in the boxers. He loved to tease the men to their breaking point before he did what they all desired. He fondled the balls through the boxers and placed playful small kisses on the stomach in front of him. He carefully licked his way down and gave small bites on the inside of the man's tights. It wasn't enough to leave a mark for more than a couple of hours, but it brought on the desired feelings.

"Now!" the man said and pulled on his hair at the same time as he tried to angle his hips towards his mouth.

"Come on now, I haven't even pulled off your underwear," he whispered.

"Please make it quick!" the man said with clear frustration in his voice and Ry understood that this wasn't something the man had planned, and thus he hadn't made an appointment with any prostitute. These streets weren't unsophisticated, on these streets there was an organized prostitution going on. Much like gangs the prostitutes and their hustlers had their invisible lines on the streets. Ry was patrolling and operating at the more 'classy' streets, which rich people visited. If you wanted a 'real' hooker, one of those that was so far gone she could hardly remember her own name anymore, they would have to look several blocks away.

Ry decided to get this over with, since the man probably had some place else to be right now. He pulled down the boxers with a snap and sucked in the red head before the man could process what was going on.

"Fuck!" the man hissed as Ry sucked on the head before he began to take in more length. He swallowed a couple of times and relaxed his throat like he had done so many times before. With years of practice he gently guided the man towards heaven with his lips and throat. Just when the man began to get almost delirious he pulled back and released the man with a wet 'pop'.

"Wha-" the man gasped but couldn't say anymore before he let out a low hiss. Ry smirked slightly as he continued to blow air at the proud cock before his eyes. He simply couldn't resist to tease one last time. He then swallowed the man again, and drove him over the cliff. The man had to sit down because his legs was shaking too much.

"That was the best god damn blow I've ever had!" he gasped and looked up at the now standing Ry. "What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Ry. Stick around and you might hear some mighty tales about me…" and with that he turned away and began to walk to the exit of the alley. Just before he took the step outside he stopped. "Oh… and all you hear about me is true," and with that he was gone.

Ry had been working peacefully for the rest of the summer, and business went on as usual. He saw Brent a few times, but had no further contact with the Delaware family. He had one question which was burning in his mind, and he had forgotten to ask the people who possessed all the answers about the subject. What had Blaise Zabini been doing at that particular wedding? He figured there was some kind of connection between Ronnie and Zabini, but he couldn't figure out which one. They couldn't be father and son. Hadn't Blaise mentioned 'uncle Ronnie'? Well, he had to look that up as soon as possible. It was driving him insane, he had a natural curiosity for things. Michael used to say that it often put him in tight spots and awkward situations, and Ry couldn't really argue with that. It was the truth.

He was getting ready for leaving the Dursley's to go to Hogwarts. He was, as planned, going as himself. He did not dress in his usual rags, or alter his looks. He looked very fuck-able, just like he wanted to do. He was very comfortable with that look. It was his life now, and it had been for many years. He wasn't sure of how the wizarding world saw sex, he hadn't really had the opportunity to ask anyone without raising suspicions and he very much doubted he'd see sex books in Hogwarts' library. Perhaps the wizarding world counted on the parents informing their children about adult life. He had never heard of sex education in Hogwarts, and if it would have existed he was sure he would have heard of it. Young teenagers liked to whisper and have a giggle about the subject, it was nothing new. Perhaps he could ask Zabini, since he already knew about him and his ways.

HOGWARTS

The train ride had been very quiet and peaceful, mostly because he had locked himself in the toilet and stayed there. He hadn't met up with any of his friends yet, but they had knocked on the door when they heard he was there from the other students. He had claimed he wasn't feeling very well, and after a while they had gone away.

He had basically done everything he wasn't supposed to do on the toilet as a student of Hogwarts school.

He had smoked, he had read a dirty magazine and he had wanked. He was a man with needs, as he usually told people when they were bothering him. He had very much wanted to shout out to the world that he was wanking, -and could you please leave me the hell alone, when people banged on the door, demanding to get access, but he had thankfully restrained himself. He didn't want to cause any scandal just yet. He had plenty of time to do that, all year in fact.

He got some strange looks when he sat down at the table, and he could see a lot of people looked at him with lust in their eyes or curiosity. Some people didn't even care. It wasn't so bad, he had prepared for worse.

"What happened to you?" Ron asked at once. How did you answer that question?

"Happened?" he stalled. "Nothing much, it's been a quiet summer," he said as he glanced over to the Slytherin table. He saw Blaise at once, but he wasn't looking his way. He very much doubted Blaise would, he was much to sly for that. Besides, Blaise would seek him out when he wanted his body, because Harry knew he was seen as nothing else in his eyes. Blaise just wanted a body to fuck, no companion.

"You're very different Harry. You look good," Hermione said and blushed slightly. Harry smiled at her and laughed quietly.

"And I didn't before you mean?" He teased and watched her blush some more. He was going to talk to Ron and Hermione this year, but they would not be as close as before. He doubted they wanted to be seen around him after he has gotten the reputation as Hogwarts whore. That would probably happen pretty soon, he was itching to try out what Hogwarts had to offer. There were some pretty good looking people attending the school, but he had always denied himself to play with the thought of fucking them before. At least Hermione would care, he thought. She seemed to be such a prude. They never talked about sex with her, and Ron spoke very seldom with him about sex. In a way it was his own fault, every time Ron had seemed to want to speak about it he had avoided it with his best efforts. Hermione.. Yeah, different story, he decided as he looked at her blushing face once more.

In the corner of his eye he saw Cho giggling together with her friends. Maybe she thought she could have another chance with him. Yeah right, fat fucking chance! He thought. The only reason why had faked a miserable attempt to dating the girl was because he had an image to uphold. If the boy who lived never had fling they might start to question his sexuality, imagine the headlines that would cause! No, he'd rather play it safe. He could have made Cho fall for him immediately if he wanted to, he never doubted his natural charm, but he wasn't supposed to be good at handling girls.

Now there's a different story, he thought and straightened up. He smiled over at the girls rather sexily and shook his head a little so his hair went over his eyes. They'll love that pose, he thought, and sure enough, the girls giggled even more. He grinned to himself. God, this is just too easy! He thought with glee. If this was the all around natural response he'd be bored within the week. He wanted challenges.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed to him. She had apparently been trying to get his attention during his little flirting with the Ravenclaw girls.

"You were saying…?" he asked her lazily and leaned over the table with his head in his hands. He looked at her with big green eyes and pouted.,. still putting on a show for those around him. Boyishly sexy, he was good at that!

She seemed a bit thrown off by his behaviour but regained her bearing pretty quickly.

"What do you think you're doing? I see how you flirt with everyone!" she practically spat out. "I don't want you go around breaking any hearts just for fun this year, you hear me Harry James Potter?" she told him sternly.

"Geez mate, you think you can pass some to me?" Ron butted in and asked eagerly, totally oblivious to Hermione's anger.

"You'll have to do that for yourself, I'm no hustler," He said and found that ironically funny and laughed to himself. No one understood what he laughed at, while Ron and Hermione exchanged looks.

"Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you should go to Madam Pomfrey tomorrow, are you sure nothing happened this summer?" Hermione asked concernedly, her anger already forgotten.

"I'm fine. The only thing that happened to me this summer was that I got some nice thick cock in me," he threw at her carelessly and smiled secretly at all the chokes around him. He refused to answer any of the questions directed to him for the rest of the feast. He had completely missed everything Dumbledore had said, but it was probably just the usual anyways.

NEXT DAY

On the lunch break he walked right into Blaise Zabini, and barely caught the other from falling to the ground.

"Why hello Zabini, fancy meeting you here… now," he purred in the pretty boy's ear as he helped him straightening up. He pressed himself close, and didn't care about the people standing around, watching what they had thought to be a confrontation between the Gryffindor Golden boy and a Slytherin.

"Potter," Zabini said with slight reservation. He still thought that Harry would hide the fact that he was a prostitute. He had re-decided on his way to the school. He had no reason for fucking Zabini in secret, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Tell me," he whispered in Zabini's ear and grinned when he felt the boy shudder against him. "Why were you at the wedding?" he continued and drew away. He saw Zabini blink. The boy shook his head as if to clear it.

"What?" he asked in a low voice, obviously not wanting this particular conversation to be overheard.

"You heard me just fine, quit stalling," he said calmly. He hated people who stalled, they were so obvious anyway. He himself could stall sometimes, but he was at the very least good at it. Using his sex-appeal to distract the other while thinking of what to say he had found out could be very useful. Yet, he preferred to get straight to the point with things.

"Let's go talk Potter," Zabini said out of the blue and grabbed his arm. He began to walk away with Harry dragging, and he didn't like the situation. He shook himself free and hissed at Zabini like a snake. The other jumped slightly but showed nothing else of the surprise he knew was there. Harry bit his tongue to keep from grinning. He was just as easily amused as he was bored, no matter how contradicting that sounded. Perhaps he found simple things funny, but the simple things didn't last very long, nor were they there often… whatever. Rambling in your own head? You're losing it, he thought to himself as he followed Zabini.

They stopped down in the dungeons. Zabini showed him into some empty room, perhaps it had been a classroom once upon a time but now it was empty and the dust was the walls only company.

"Well, why did you drag me all the way down here?" he demanded as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. He had a lot of practise of leaning on walls, and he had the pose just right. He showed off a little bit of his stomach as his t-shirt went up when he leaned slightly to the side. Blaise looked away quickly when he saw it. "Are you going to answer me?" he said again. Zabini glared at him.

"I can't see how it's any of your business," he snapped.

"True, you can't see it, but it fucking well is. Are you going to speak up or do you want me angry?" he said and narrowed his eyes. He didn't know how much Zabini had heard about him, but he was pretty much known by everybody on the streets for heaving one hell of a temper, and a fondness of injuring others while throwing a tantrum. Some of his historical fights and tantrums were only rumours, but some of them weren't. Anyhow they served their purpose because Zabini was ready to talk.

"I was there because my father is brothers with Ronnie," he said reluctantly. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I wasn't aware of Ronnie having any brothers or sisters, you better not be lying to me." Zabini shook his head slowly.

"No, I am not lying. He does have siblings, two brothers and one sister. No one in the family is very found of Ronnie."

"Why is that?" he asked curiously. He loved to hear people talking shit about Ronnie. It gave him some weird kind of satisfaction because he didn't like Ronnie either. Maybe he was just weird or everyone felt that way about hearing crap about their old fallen out 'friends'. Not that he had ever been friends with Ronnie, he was too much of a fucking sleaze ball for that. Zabini gave him a look that said 'what, are you kidding?'. he simply looked at the other boy. Zabini gave a huge sigh and ended their 'silent' conversation and talked again.

"No one really likes him, right? But he is good to have in the family whenever we need some help with… something. I don't see any point lying to you since you already know what kind of business my family is up to," he said and Harry nodded. Drug dealing, hustling, executions, practically doing other peoples dirt job and being paid to do it. "My father is not into the actual business, he just helps with blackmail material or sometimes is with my other uncle and helps him collect money for duties which they have fallen behind with."

Harry could imagine what those kind of meetings looked like. Very painful, bloody and they must use many obscenities. He shrugged, what did he care about that? As long as he wasn't involved he didn't give a fuck.

"Do you contribute to the family business?" he asked lazily and Zabini shrugged non committedly.

"It happens," he said nonchalantly but Harry could tell that Zabini was actually kind of proud to be involved in this kind of world. Maybe he thought it was cool or something. For him, it was just another day in the world that he knew it as.

"What do you do?" he asked instead of commenting on Zabini's weird affections for the 'darker' world.

"I am no whore like yourself," he said and Harry glared at him but showed no other emotions. Why react to the truth? He had chosen this life anyhow. Speaking of which, did Draco Malfoy ogle his backside when he passed him by in the dungeons on his way here to this very room? He shook his head and concentrated on the words spilling out of Zabini's mouth.

"…and since I am still in school I only help out during the summers. Generally I help my father with the blackmail material, but I've been present at some of our sessions with the fallen ones."

He means the mother fuckers who haven't paid, he thought to himself.

"Alright, so do you wanna fuck now or later?" he said abruptly and stood up straight. He had gotten the information he wanted, now he saw no reason for standing there and listening to the other boys ramblings any longer. As said before; he was easily bored.

"Right now?" Zabini repeated sceptically.

"Now or later, either way is fine," he said quickly. Zabini shook his head at him.

"Later, we haven't got much time now anyways, I want to make the most out of our sessions."

"I guess we have a problem then, I want this quick and to be over and done with," he said daringly as he looked deep into Zabini's dark eyes. The other boy wasn't fazed this time.

"Either we do this my way, or I will tell everyone about your little secret," he said with a smirk. Harry grinned at him.

"Go right ahead," he said right up in Zabini's face. He heard the door open behind him but he didn't turn around. "Go on, tell everyone I am a fucking whore, do you really think I care? Hell, shout it out, then I can get down to work here in school too. I am sure people want to fuck me dry, I am the Harry Potter after all," he said loudly. Zabini stared at him. Satisfied, he turned around and looked right into black, dark eyes. His smile dimmed a little. He turned his head slightly to his left.

Great, he thought. Three teachers and one very much fuck-able young man stood staring aghast at him.

"Mr Potter!" Snape ground out though clenched teeth, and even Draco Malfoy beside him winced at that tone.

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