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Secrets	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Ron Views: 21021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two weeks later, Draco got a letter from his father in the morning mail. He was going to pick Draco up after his last class on Friday and bring him back to the castle Saturday night. Draco wondered what could possibly possessed his father to pull him from school for a weekend.

Ron was understanding and thought it wasn’t anything to worry about, and his father probably wanted to spend time with him since their last time together ended so badly.

“I don’t know Ron, my father always has a hidden agenda of some kind.” Draco said in the room of requirement late Friday afternoon. Lucius was due to pick him up near the main gate in less than an hour. “Besides he’s not the lets-spend-time-together type.”

“Well, just let the evening go on and listen to him without saying much. It will be over before you know it.” Ron leaned in and kissed him. Having to spend the evening with his father seemed easier to face after some snogging from his boyfriend.

He met his father right on time. He knew from experience that it didn’t pay to be late when his father expected him at a certain time. He had enough of that particular lecture in his youth then to risk it in young adulthood.

His father was waiting at the gate as expected. “Ah Draco, right on time. Are you ready?” He asked.

“Where are we going?” He asked his father.

“I have a surprise for you, son.” He placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “A surprise I think you will like.” His sinister grin scared Draco for a brief moment.

They apparated to Knockturn Alley in a dark seedy looking corner. “Father, what are we doing here?” He asked.

“Patience Draco, patience.” Lucius said and led his son to a red door, a few feet away. He knocked and the door opened. “Is Madam Katya available?”

“Certainly.” He was let in and Draco followed him. It looked as if they had just entered a common room. It was full of comfortable chairs and couches. A fireplace warmed the room and a bar was off in the distance. Where the hell had his father brought him?

“Mr. Malfoy, a pleasure as always.” A woman with pitch black hair and bulbous breasts displayed in a very tight and low cut dress entered and embraced his father. He watched as his father returned her generous hug. It was a little too generous for his taste. He hadn’t seen Lucius Malfoy hug his mother that way for some time.

“Katya, this is my son, Draco.” He gestured to his son, who was standing behind him.

“Ah, a handsome man like his father.” She came forward and opened her arms, but Draco thrust out his hand. She looked up to Luicus who was giving his son a strange look. She smiled and shook his hand. “So, to what do we own the pleasure?” She asked.

“We are here for my son.” Lucius said.

“What?” Draco asked. “What is this place?”

Katya smiled and rang a bell and in a matter of moments, about half a dozen scantily clad women filled the room in a neat and orderly line facing them. From what Draco could tell, they varied in age from Draco’s seventeen years to what he would assume was about thirty. Breasts and long legs were in plain view showing him what assets and figures they possessed.

Draco felt his stomach drop as the realization of where he was hit him. He faced his father. “This is a brothel.” He said in a low voice.

“Take your pick Draco. You can have her for the whole evening.” He said, handing Madam Katya a small purse.

Draco glared at his father. “I don’t want one.” He said.

Lucius smiled and looked at Katya. “As you can see he is not as aggressive as I am.” He leaned in a whispered but Draco heard it anyway. “I suspect he is a virgin, so perhaps a young lady that has patience and is simple in her tastes.”

Draco rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Vanessa, love, come here.” Katya said. A young women about Draco’s age came forward. She had long dark blonde hair and was in a very, very, VERY, low cut dress, showing a lot of cleavage and a tiny waist. She was petite and fragile looking. To Draco she looked like a little doll, overly painted and reeking of an over abundant flowery fragrance.

“Hello Draco.” She said in a high pitched voice.

“Hello.” He said stiffly, giving his father another glare.

“Vanessa was it?” Lucius asked. She nodded and for a moment Draco wondered if his father would come back and sample her himself. Images of his mother alone at home and ignorant of where her husband was bringing her son filled his head. “I want my son to be pleased when he leaves. Tired and pleased preferably.” He said with a wink.

“He will be pleased, I promise.” She took his arm and led him away. Draco gave his father a last look. Lucius was smiling at him, but Draco didn’t return it.

As they walked down the hallway, Draco pulled his arm from the girls but she didn’t seem to mind, she just reached for a door and held it open for him. He entered and nearly threw up. If he ever heard the phrase ‘whores palace’ again, he would think of this room.

A bed, covered in bright red satin bed sheets, dominated the room. There was a false fireplace giving off what might be an intimate ambiance. The scented candle she had lit gave the room an even stronger flowery scent then her own perfume. The cheap and overly cliché red curtains and table drapes were everywhere.

“Did the mistress of Godric Gryffindor decorate this room?” He asked to himself, but forgot that a prostitute was in the room.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Nothing.” He rubbed his eyes and tried to adjust to the insane amount of valentine red. It could have been worse. It could have been filled in pale pink.

“Let me take your cloak.” She was behind him, already reaching for his cloak. He stepped away from her.

“Don’t bother.” He faced her and sighed. “Look, I don’t want to be here. My father brought me here and if I had known where he was taking me I wouldn’t have come.”

She smiled at him. “It’s alright to be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” He looked away and then back at her. “I don’t mean any disrespect to your profession, but I don’t want a woman I have to pay for.”

Her smile faded but only a little. “Well, you didn’t exactly pay for me, so try not to think of it that way.”

She was optimistic, Draco had to give her that. “I am in a relationship and I can’t do this.”

“That’s alright. You can practice with me,” she said, reaching for him, “and when the time comes you will know what to do with your girl.”

“I don’t want you. I’m sorry.” He looked away and began pacing. “Keep the money my father paid you if you want, but I don’t want to do anything.”

“There isn’t anything I can do for you? We don’t have to shag if you don’t want to.” She said.

“Do you have an owl?” He asked.

“Yes.” She pointed to the corner where Draco saw a dark brown full grown owl.

“If you have parchment, I’d like to send an owl and consider that your task.” He offered.

She laid out some parchments on her desk and opened the ink bottle. “There you are, all ready to confirm to your little lady that you are behaving yourself.”

Draco ignored her and sat at the desk. After she had reclined comfortably on her bed with a newspaper, he began writing.

‘My Ron,

At this moment I am in a Knockturn Alley brothel in the boudoir of a prostitute that my father has paid for. I can’t believe he has done this. This woman is repulsive and always had a counter for everything I told her. She thinks I should learn a thing or two for the ‘young girl’ I’m seeing.

This place reeks of cheap perfume, and I am fighting back a bloody nose as we speak. She is reclining on her bed, probably waiting for me to write out my frustrations and then shag her.

I wish more than anything right now that I was in your arms. I never would have agreed to accompany my father if I had known he was going to bring me here. I really need you now, but I guess I just have to wait. I miss you Ron. Yours Draco’

He sealed the letter and attached it to the owl, sending it out the window.

He moved to a chair and sat down. “You wouldn’t happen to have a book would you?”

“A book?” She asked lowering her paper.

“Yes, a book,” he said sarcastically, “a collection of pages, usually in sequential order forming a script of some kind.”

Vanessa face lost all kindness. “Contrary to my profession, I am not uneducated.”

“Then why the shock?” He asked, throwing his arms in the air.

“Because of all the uses this room has, a book has never been asked for.” She said. Draco stared at her. “There are newspapers and magazines in the pocket on the side of that chair. For the moment, that’s all I have.” She went back to her paper. Draco was halfway through a quidditch periodical when a tapping in the window caught his attention.

“Looks like your girlfriend answered you.” Vanessa said, opening the window and letting the owl fly in. He dropped a letter in Draco’s lap and flew back to his perch. Draco opened the letter quickly.

‘Dearest Draco,

Don’t worry too much about your father, it could be much worse. He could be waiting in the lobby, you know.”

Draco looked up at Vanessa. “Did my father leave?”

“I don’t know.” She said. “I can find out, if you want.” He nodded and she left the room while Draco continued to read.

‘I’m sure he had the best intentions. There are a lot of men who would love the chance to practice on a pro before fucking up sex with a real girlfriend.’ Draco chuckled. ‘I miss you too, and I wish you were with me, in our room of requirement, but we will have time tomorrow. I want nothing more than to make you feel assured that everything will be alright. You will be back here soon enough and I will make you feel welcome. I will see you soon. I can’t wait to see you. Yours Ron.’

Draco felt a sadness fill him. He wanted to be with Ron, not stuck in an over decorated sex lounge with an overused and overpriced piece of snatch. He rubbed his forehead. He shouldn’t take it out on her. She was just doing her job. Or trying to do her job.

The door opened and Vanessa walked in. “Your father is waiting for you.” She said.

“Is he alone?” Draco asked.

“He’s with Madam Katya.” She answered.

Draco felt an anger rise at his father and hurt for his mother. His father knew Katya well, that was obvious from the hug he saw. He thought it was pathetic that a married man would come to a place like this. He had a wife and to come here just insulted her. Draco felt what little respect he had for his father drop.

He went through nearly every magazine she had, then stood. “Thank you for your time.” He said then left.

He went to the lounge, and waited. A maid left the room and quickly went upstairs. She knocked on the first door and waited. “Come in.”

She opened the door and saw Lucius Malfoy behind Katya, driving into her. “Yes?” Katya asked, being pushed back and forth on all fours.

“Mister Malfoy is downstairs waiting.” She said, unaffected by the act she witnessed. Lucius froze.

“He’s done already?” The blonde asked. The maid left and Lucius quickly dressed then paid her, before heading out the door. He stopped by Vanessa’s room before heading downstairs.

“My dear?” He asked.

She opened the door. “Yes Mr. Malfoy?”

“How did my son do?” He asked with a smile.

“He didn’t.” She answered.

“He didn’t?” Lucius asked. “He did nothing?”

“No, in fact he asked for a book.” Lucius took on a confused look. “He did mention he was in a relationship. I think he felt guilty.”

“I see.” Lucius needed to have a talk to him. “Thank you Vanessa, go on and keep the money.”

“Oh, I’m going to.” She said and smiled, closing the door in his face.

Lucius smiled at the door. “Definitely one of Madam Katya’s women.” He turned and went to the lounge. “Draco, did you enjoy your visit?”

“Sure, can we go now?” He asked, standing.

“Vanessa says you didn’t take to her.” He said.

“You went and talked to her?” He asked.

“She didn’t look like the girl you are seeing?” Lucius asked looking at his son. “Yes she told me that.”

“Can we go?” Draco asked, walking out into the Alley.

Lucius followed his son out into the now dark Alley. They apparated to Malfoy Manor and he took his son into the study, where he poured a drink. “Who is this girl Draco?” He asked.

“I’d rather not say Father. What we have is complicated.” He said, avoiding his son’s eyes.

“You know son, I was nervous about having sex as well. My father hired a woman for me and she taught me all I needed to know.” He said.

“Father I am not a virgin if that’s what you are concerned about.” He said.

“I see.” Lucius said.

“I’m going to bed now. I need to get back to Hogwarts early.” He said, then rose and left for his room.

Lucius had a feeling that Draco was keeping something from him, but he didn’t press the issue. Maybe he was seeing a girl he thought his parents might not approve of. Maybe he was seeing a girl who didn’t have much in way of looks. Whatever it was he would find out eventually.
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