BY : Mansi Jain
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Dragon prints: 8393
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.



Harrie grimaces as he thrusts into her. This one wanted her to act like a girlfriend so she did. He seems in his early twenties and is nicely built. Most importantly he is one of the wealthiest businessmen in her town and she sells herself to the wealthiest and reputed ones only. That has been her rule ever since she got into this work. She has lost count of the number of men she has slept with. She only remembers that she got into this work because her real mother's sister Petunia Dursley refused give money to her. She even refused to let her eat and once she realized what Harrie was doing to earn money. She had kicked Harrie out of the house, calling her a parasite. That was around two years ago. What was she supposed to do. She had told Harrie very early on that her real parents had not wanted her which was why they gave her over to her Petunia and Vernon. Petunia had removed her from her school when she was twelve and Harrie didn't have money to study in a school.

The man releases himself inside her, bringing her out of her musings and slumps on her breasts, sighing heavily.

A moment later, he lifts his head and smiles. She pastes a plastic smile on her face for a few seconds before glaring at him, "Get off. You have got what you paid for."

He obliges and gets off her. She picks up her blanket and covers herself with it.

"Keep the money on the side table." That is another one of her rules. Those who throw money on her chest pay by not being allowed in her bed again.

One thing that she could learn by just watching from a distance was Karate and so she did. She watched and learned and practiced and anyone who messes with her doesn't leave her flat in one piece. More then often, she is required to teach them a lesson.

Two years ago when she had left Petunia Dursley's house, Harrie had nothing but a thin skirt and a shirt on her. She had no money and she had nothing to eat.

Today she has a flat. It has two floors and five rooms, a seating room, a kitchen and a dining room. She has food in her kitchen and a little money in her bank account. She has some money in her closet also which she uses for groceries. She has only one bad habit which is drinking. She is unable to quit drinking.

"Why are you doing this work?" He asks, putting his shirt on. She stares at him before muttering, "Didn't have any education or money or food. So I had to do this to stay alive. Why are you doing this, eh? Can't get a girlfriend without paying her off."

He is a handsome enough bloke with red hair, a lean body and a good face. She is honestly curious.

Usually Harrie doesn't indulge in small talk with her clients. But this one seems decent and sincere enough.

He also seems a bit familiar.

He stares at her before stuttering out, "I am not insulting you. I was only asking because you didn't seem the kind-"

"What kind, huh? I am a slut. That's my kind. I am not worth being your girlfriend. Nor do I want to. You got what you paid for. Fuck off now or I will tell you exactly what your kind is." She spits out and he glowers at her, "What do you mean, huh?"

"You are the kind who boast their father's wealth by calling it theirs. But I don't have a father and my time is important. This small talk might satisfy your ego but it won't place food on my table. So leave."

"Did I even talk about dad's business or wealth with you. Hell, I didn't talk about money at all." He snaps furiously and she huffs in annoyance, "Will you get lost?"

"May I atleast know your name?" He asks and she mutters curtly, "Harrie Potter. You have my number. Call me up if you want my services again."

Once upon a time, saying these words had embarrassed her. Now she was so accustomed to all this that she barely blinked before speaking.

"What did you say?" He asks and she glares at her. Why isn't he leaving?

"I will send Jimmy after you if you don't leave."

"Jimmy... your..." He trails off and she chuckles darkly, "Girls my kind don't have boyfriends or husbands. He is my dog and he bites hard. Leave my premises."

"But I only want you to repeat your name."

"Are you deaf? I am Harrie Potter. Go away." She sits up, her hand on the blanket to keep it wrapped up around her body.

"I- I am going. Please calm down." He murmurs and strangely enough, he is sweating profusely. He wipes his forehead with his handkerchief and she stares, confused.

"Are you feeling hot? I could have decreased the temperature of the ac." She murmurs. As such she doesn't require an air conditioner. Her magic is enough to do that. Of course her clients don't have magic so she does ensure to switch it on before they arrive.

"No, no." He smiles tightly, his brown eyes guarded as he watches her, "It's quite alright. I will take my leave now. I think that I have overstayed my welcome. Can I ask a question though?"

She nods, laying down again.

"Is this your permanent residence?"

"Yes. Why so curious?" She asks and he opens his mouth before closing it again.

"Just like that. I- I will go." He stammers and she sighs.

"Leave already. My next client is due to come anytime now." She has to clean herself. Magic is very convenient. She doesn't have to take bath after every client leaves. Now if only, magic could get her food too.

"You don't need to do all this. Why are you doing it?" He mutters, standing at her entryway.

"Will you just leave?" She barks out.

"Okay, I'll - I'll leave." He murmurs, his eyes cautious as he leaves a silent and confused Harrie in his wake.


As soon as Ron exits her house, he starts running as fast as he can. He can't believe it and he doesn't think Snape or Dumbledore or Serene will be able to either. How is this even possible? She is supposed to be dead.

Christ! He freezes in his tracks, his chest heaving. Hermione will not forgive him and Serene and Snape will have his head. They will not let him live in peace but he can't hide her from them. Why did it have to be Harrie Potter? He was just so depressed and it was the first time he had resorted to this.

He can't very well hide this. No. No, he will have to tell them. Maybe she can help them get their world back. Maybe she can set it right.


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