Twisted reality

BY : Mansi Jain
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Dragon prints: 2487
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters/things/places created by J.K. Rowling. I make no money from my fan-fiction.

Chapter-1

Dirty

Harry reduces the speed of his car after he enters the Red street and checks out the male hustlers who are leant against the dirty walls of the abandoned houses or poles, dressed in provocative clothes. 

After the war, he decided to leave wizarding Britain all-together reason being that magic had given him nothing but enemies and pain. The work that he does- painting doesn't require magic and he is used to doing most of his work manually.

Harry gazes out of the window, weighing his options, trying to chose someone for the night when his eyes fall on a young boy who looks like an exact replica of a seventeen year old Draco Malfoy. 

The boy is leant against the wall, his one hand in his pocket and other around his cigarette, his eyes distant. His jeans are riding low on his hips and he has worn a tight white shirt and a black jacket to go with it. Harry knows who this boy is. He is Scorpius Malfoy, Albus seems to have a huge crush on. Albus told him that Scorpius came to school to give his exams only. He doesn't attend any classes and doesn't stay at Hogwarts. Harry eyes him and licks his lips. Scorpius is practically sex on legs. 

Albus doesn't know that Scorpius is working as a male prostitute. Harry wonders why Malfoy, the biggest snob on this planet is letting his only son do this kind of work. Even if their manor was seized and sold out to provide for the reparations, their vaults weren't even touched and Malfoy always had an uncanny talent in potion-making. 

Malfoy lost everything he had due to his own mistakes. It annoys Harry and he despises Malfoy. It doesn't matter that Scorpius is Malfoy’s son. The boy is a prostitute and just a body to satiate himself.

Harry's eyes rove all over his lean frame. He has a nice body. A few seconds later, Scorpius's eyes fall on Harry's car. He looks startled for a moment but then the moment passes and he heads towards Harry's car after throwing his cigarette away.

Harry opens the window and looks at him. His eyes are as silver as Malfoy's were. Harry would know, what with his unhealthy obsession with the snob. The boy smiles sensually at Harry. However the smile doesn't reach his eyes. Harry wonders if this boy likes Albus as well. Then he shrugs because it doesn't matter.

Albus will never know anyways. Harry won't tell him, nor will Scorpius if he wants to befriend Albus in this lifetime atleast.

"One night." Harry says and Scorpius swallows, his adams apple bobbing. Harry's eyes follow the moment. The boy is nervous and his nervousness is delicious, tempting. Harry wants to press him against his body and kiss him into oblivion.

Harry is almost sure that he will chicken out, almost... because if Malfoy's son is selling his body for money, then it means that he is broke and he can't afford to loose a rich client like Harry.

Scorpius nods and Harry unlocks the door, his eyes on Scorpius's red lips. The fact that Harry can see that the boy doesn't want to do it doesn't matter. He can see that money is the only reason Scorpius is doing this.

But it doesn't matter to Harry. It never has. What matters is that Scorpius is really really beautiful and that Harry wants him.

"You are beautiful." Harry murmurs after Scorpius sits inside.

"Thanks." He whispers and leans against the seat. He spreads his legs and stretches them. Harry looks at his bulge from the corner of his eyes and licks his lips.

"Are you clean?" He asks and Scorpius's expressive eyes become dull and ashamed. Malfoy's eyes had never been so expressive.

Scorpius doesn't answer and Harry sighs in annoyance. He places his palm on Scorpius's knee and the boy freezes and when Harry reaches to touch his bulge, Scorpius flinches. Harry pulls his hand back and stops his car in a dark, empty alley.

Scorpius tries to seem unconcerned but his eyes give him away. He us terrified. Harry turns towards him and murmurs, "Leave if you don't want this. I won't force myself on you and if I am paying, I want my money's worth."

Scorpius stares at him, his mouth open in surprise and Harry leans forward and opens Scorpius's door before muttering, "Leave."

A few seconds pass and Scorpius closes the door again and spreads his legs almost obscenely.

"You just took me by surprise. I have been doing this for a long time, Mr. Potter-"

"Harry, call me Harry." Harry cuts in and looks at Scorpius. Silver eyes are gazing at him. Scorpius is tense.

"Umm. Yes, Harry... so I was saying that you just took me by surprise. It's not that you are forcing me or anything." He says and the fact that Scorpius didn't say that he wants it doesn't escape Harry's attention.

Harry gazes silently into Scorpius's eyes for a moment. Harry is feeling a burning desire to hear Scorpius say that he wants it. The fact that Scorpius doesn't wish to say it only fuels his desire.

"Say you want it. I want you to be very clear about it." Harry whispers softly his eyes in Scorpius's silver ones.

Scorpius breathes heavily before murmuring, "I want it, Mr-"

"Harry."

"Yes. I want it Harry." The boy murmurs and Harry smirks, a cruel sense of satisfaction overcoming him as he looks at the boy.

That Scorpius's eyes are dull doesn't matter because after all Harry is not forcing the boy.

"You are beautiful." Harry whispers again and Scorpius replies, "Thanks." a small reluctant smile on his face.

Harry places his hands on his face and caresses his cheeks, his eyes on the boy's red lips. They are full and delicious and Harry leans forward to taste them. Scorpius's eyes are open and gazing into his and just when Harry is about to press their lips, the blond turns his face away and Harry's lips land on his cheeks.

"No kissing on lips." The boy mutters and Harry breathes heavily on the boy's cheeks, his eyes flashing with fury.

"I will pay you twice." Harry mutters and Scorpius shakes his head, "Three times. I'll pay you three times if you let me do what I wish for the night. You are beautiful and I want you to be mine for the night."

"I am- I am hungry. Can we get something to eat first... didn't eat anything after breakfast." The boy whispers and swallows deeply.

Harry nips the soft skin of his cheeks before pulling away and sighing in annoyance.

After leaning back on his seat, he mutters, "Take your jacket off and try to relax. I will get you something to eat. I am asking you again. If you don't want this, walk out. I won't have you accusing me of assaulting you later on. I am paying you for a night and a night is all I desire from you. Walk out if you don't-"

"I do want it. I do. I am just hungry." Scorpius says and stares ahead, his face blank. There... there is the patented Malfoy mask and Harry finds himself itching to remove it.

"Will you take off your jacket or should I do it. I think I will get carried away and just vanish your clothes all together. I can turn the heater on for you if you are cold." Harry whispers and Scorpius leans forward a bit before taking his jacket off and shoving it on the backseat. 

"Come here." Harry says and places his hand on Scorpius's neck. This time when their lips meet, Scorpius doesn't flinch or turn away. His eyes are wide open and are gazing at Harry. Red lips part and grant him entrance inside the warm mouth. Harry tangles their tongues together and imagines fucking Scorpius's warm mouth.

His hand strays towards Scorpius's bulge as if it has a mind of its own and he squeezes it. Scorpius closes his eyes as he deepens the kiss, his hand trembling on Harry's shoulder and Harry pulls back, not wanting to get carried away until they are home.

"Food. Let's get you some food first." Harry whispers and licks his lips and ignores the way Scorpius's eyes turn even more dull. He doesn't care as long as Scorpius has given his express consent and it's not like Harry is hurting him. Harry is not into that kind of thing.

"How old are you?" Harry asks.

Scorpius whispers, "Seventeen." 

Yes, he is Albus's age. Harry shrugs carelessly and looks ahead before starting the car.

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