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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, any characters mentioned in this story, or make money, profit, or earn a living off the story.

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Author's Note: Please note that I am currently reworking this story, for various reasons, not the least being to fix the confusion regarding Jewel's gender identity. She is a transgender woman who is physically male, and as such will be referred to as female, except, from time to time, by other characters. The narration begins with her being called 'he', then switches to 'she' after she admits to being transgender. I apologize to all of you who were offended by the gender mix-up. The later chapters have been taken down and will be re-posted one by one as I finish reworking them, which may take anywhere from a couple weeks to a few months, so ask that the fans of this story be patient with me. All good things are worth the wait. Also, I know I'm horrible with my usage of the apostrophe, so please do not be shy in pointing out errors in my usage, so I can make all necessary corrections. Thank you.
“Hey, mister, ya lookin' for a good time?” The boy sauntered up to Harry, wiggling his hips the entire time, as Harry studied him intently. For a rent boy, he was cute, and surprisingly clean looking. Obviously dyed bleach-blond hair that did not match his dark eyebrows and just brushed his shoulders was hanging loose and allowed to frame his face. But below that, his body was almost painfully thin, and his cheeks were sunken.
“I'm not looking for anything like what you're offering...” He started awkwardly. The blonds amber colored eyes clouded slightly in confusion.
“But... Oh come on baby.” He immediately turned up the charm as he sensed a fish that might slip through his net.
Swallowing hard now, Harry allowed himself to more than glance at the other boys body. Under the sheath-like mini-dress he was wearing, he was all skin and bones, but his skin was creamy and free of blemishes. High heeled sandals encased his delicate feet, and the hem of the skirt was so short that it was a miracle he wasn't flashing his cock with each exaggerated step he took. Gazing up and down his body, Harry estimated the youths height at about five foot five, at the most, and didn't even want to guess at his weight.
All in all, aside from the female clothing, naturally dark hair, and brown eyes, he reminded Harry of another boy, one he had glimpsed naked and had lusted after ever since. Even though he knew that he could never be with him like that. Because he would never allow a boy to touch him sexually.
“How old are you?” He found himself asking, as he seriously considered hiring him for the evening. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to hire a whore or two.
“I'm eighteen.” He replied quickly, too quickly. Though he looked about sixteen, Harry sensed that he was actually even younger than that, probably closer to fourteen.
“I see.” He decided against calling out the lie, not wanting to know if he was right. “Lets go somewhere more...” He broke off as the boys stomach rumbled loudly and he paled for a second. “When was the last time you ate anything?”
“Yesterday morning.” For once the boy was being completely honest and not making any effort to flirt.
“Shit! Let's get you some food.”
“Can we go to Tanya's Diner? They let us fuck in the booths there, so long as were quiet. And the food is actually pretty good too.” He added the last as an afterthought as Harry gaped at him.
“Fuck in the booths?” Shaking his head, he began heading up the road towards the diner.
“Yeah. They have curtains, for privacy, and is run by one of the pimps as a sideline.” He explained.
“Do you mind if I ask you what your name is?”
“My street name is Jewel. I'm not allowed to give you my real name.” Jewel replied quickly, his eyes downcast.
“I'm Harry.”
“Harry... That's a pretty common name isn't it? Most of my clients have flashy names like Jacques. Or at least they claim to.” There was something bitter about Jewel's tone that Harry didn't like.
“Jewel? Are you okay?”
“Yeah... well... I tend to attract men that I don't wish too. It's rare for me to have a cute young client like you. I usually attract older perverted men into borderline pedophilia, since I look so young. I had one middle aged gorilla of a man even try to fuck me right in the middle of the street...” He broke off, shaking his head in disgust.
Not knowing what to say, Harry remained quiet until they reached the diner, and entered. Jewel nodded to the hot young waitress as she struggled to pull up her tank top enough to keep her ample bosom from spilling out entirely. Another customer had apparently pulled down her top far enough to expose her pink nipples. Ignoring her struggles, Jewel headed straight for an empty booth in the back, and sat down gratefully, pulling up his skirt as he did so.
Harry tried not to look at the suddenly exposed manhood as he sat down beside Jewel, but couldn't help it. Jewel's foreskin was pierced, and a metal cock ring was encircling both cock and balls. Feeling uncomfortably aroused, he reached over and pulled the skirt down again as best he could.
Jewel shot him another confused look. “Baby, what's the matter?” He turned up the heat again after once more sensing that he might not be getting hired for sex.
“How can you just flash your dick like that?”
“Because I get a bigger cut of the money I get paid when I do. Also when I don't insist on condoms. And when I just shut up and put out...” He bit a red-painted lip as he realized his chattiness was probably costing him precious money.
“Oh...” At that moment the waitress came by with a pair of highly glossed menus. Jewel barely glanced at it before ordering a club sandwich, and Harry opted for a burger. He also ordered them both colas to drink.
As soon as she was gone, Jewel snuggled up against his side, and Harry felt a rush of warmth at the contact. “So are we gonna... or what?”
Harry shook his head. “I... I'm really not looking for sex...” But even as he said it the urge to fuck Jewel senseless rose up inside him. “Orals okay with me though.” He added as Jewel wilted.
Perking up again, he tried to slide under the table but Harry stopped him. “Eat first.”
“But then I'll have crumbs stuck between my teeth...”
“Go brush them then if you're worried about that.”
Jewel nodded, but palmed Harry's crotch anyway.
Allowing the touching, since he knew that Jewel needed some assurance that he was going to get paid, Harry asked something else that he'd been wondering. “Do you normally dress like this, or is it just for work?”
“I love dressing like a girl. When I can afford to, I even want to become a girl. I've known since I was three that I was trapped in the wrong body, but...” She shrugged. “I started dressing like this, secretly, when I was fifteen, but my dad caught me one day. Though back then my dresses were less tight and more cute. I got kicked out and now I'm selling my body to old men just so I can eat and have a place to sleep...”
“What do you charge for someone to spend the entire night with you?”
Jewel gave a figure, which was much lower than Harry had expected. “I'm not supposed to hire clients for the night, though. That's why its so low, to encourage me to find quick bangs and rake in more money for my pimp.”
Just then the food arrived, saving Harry from the awkwardness of having to reply. They ate in silence, Jewel ravenously, and Harry almost idly. He wasn't all that hungry, and let Jewel eat half the burger. Then, after Jewel made a trip to the bathroom to freshen up it was time to get down to business.
Closing the curtain, Jewel slid down to her knees under the table and skillfully opened Harry's pants, barely glancing at the length he exposed before swallowing it.
It felt sinfully good, and Harry let his head fall back and allowed himself to just enjoy it. Jewel was far more skilled than seemed possible, which made Harry wonder if she wasn't eighteen after all.
Feathering one hand through her soft hair, Harry tensed himself to cum- just as Jewel pulled away and grasped his base hard.
“Hey! What the heck...?”
“Fuck me! Please...” Jewel slid her body up so that he could look Harry straight in the eye.
She looked so desperate that Harry nodded. “Sit on my lap.”
Complying, Jewel flipped her skirt up so that her bare ass rested against Harry's cock. Working it between the cheeks, Harry began rotating his hips, then stopped as he felt something that wasn't flesh.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm wearing a butt plug.” Jewel blushed.
“A butt plug? Why?”
“To.... So that I'm always stretched out and ready to be fucked.”
“Oh... Isn't it uncomfortable though?”
“I'm used to it... and anyway I'm only allowed to remove it for three reasons: to be fucked, to wash my ass out after being fucked, or to take a dump. Otherwise it has to stay in, night or day. You can take it out now though...” Jewel lifted her hips to give Harry access to his ass.
Pulling out the large plug, Harry then guided himself to Jewel's entrance, and the transgender girl gratefully lowered herself onto her clients cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah, this is what sex should be...” She moaned softly not the least bit pained since Harry was smaller than the plug. Clamping her muscles, she began pumping her hips up and down, riding the older youth hard.
Moments later, just as Harry was getting used to the unexpected feeling of Jewel's ass, the curtain was pulled aside, and the check placed upon the table.
“Hey! Do you mind?” He shrieked, but the waitress just shrugged and pulled the curtain closed again.
“She always does that. The sex really doesn't bug her, just ignore it.” Jewel's pace hadn't so much as faltered, and Harry soon lost himself in the rhythm of fucking.
He didn't want Jewel to know that he'd been a virgin, so he pretended to know what he was doing by letting Jewel do all the work. Then Jewel began clenching and releasing her muscles in a way that undid Harry's work at not cumming, and he soon found himself once more on the verge of exploding. Bracing himself once more, he pushed his hips flush against Jewel's ass and spilled his seed deep inside her.
“Thank you!” Jewel panted as she levered herself off Harry and sat down beside him, smoothing her skirt over her erection.
“You didn't cum?” Harry asked a moment later, after catching his breath.
“I can't cum when I'm wearing this cock ring, and only my pimp has the key to remove it. I'll be allowed to satisfy myself in front of him later though.”
“You can't cum with a client at all?”
“No. It... ruins the mood if I spill first, and I cum easily. All it takes is a few good hard thrusts to my prostate... It's actually quite embarrassing.”
“Jewel... are you okay?”
“No... but I have no where else to go... nothing else I can do to make money...”
Saying nothing else, Harry tucked himself away again, and pressed five times Jewel's normal rate into her hand.
“This is way too much, I can't accept all this...”
“The more you make the more you can keep right?” Jewel nodded slowly. “Then take it. Save it, use it to get out of here. Find yourself a real boyfriend, someone who will take care of you. You seem pretty smart, go to college and get a real job. I know you can make it.”
“I... Thank you.” Jewel hugged Harry, something she wasn't supposed to do, then slid out of the booth after tucking the cash inside her padded bra, and headed outside. What would happen to her Harry didn't know, but he hoped that she would find a way out. Sighing he paid the bill, tipped the waitress generously, and headed home.

That night, he lay in bed and thought back to meeting Jewel. He really hadn't gone to that part of town looking for a hooker, instead what he'd been seeking was porn, and sex toys. But as soon as he'd seen Jewel all that had been forgotten, and now Harry regretted his continued lack of a fleshlight.
Soon enough he found himself remembering the body of another boy, the one Jewel had reminded him of. How he had walked in on the other boy bathing during his seventh year at Hogwarts, a couple weeks after his final battle with Voldemort.
He found himself stroking himself until he came, only then was he able to sleep.

Harry paused outside the Prefects Bathroom, once more wishing he had remembered to bring the Marauder's Map. Whispering the password he had gotten from Ron, he pushed the door open, hoping the room would be empty. It wasn't.
Malfoy glanced over startled as the door opened on its own, then closed without anyone seemingly entering. But he still jumped quickly into the still filling tub, covering his nude body with the suds.
“Potter!” He shrieked, causing Harry to suddenly remember that Malfoy knew about his cloak.
Feeling a bit sheepish, he slid it off and stood in his PJ's. “I didn't think anyone was in here.”
“Didn't that damned map of yours tell you otherwise?”
“How do you know about the map?” Harry examined Malfoy as he spoke, surprised by the older boys demeanor. “And why are you being so shy? We're both male, its not like you have anything I haven't seen before.”
Malfoy actually blushed. “I'm shy because we're both male.” The words were whispered so softly that Harry almost missed them. The implication behind the words made Harry pause again. He was shy because they were both male? Did that mean...? Feeling his pants start to tent, he reached for his cloak. “A-anyway, I should leave you be before...”
“Are you hard?” Malfoy asked suddenly, cutting him off. When Harry nodded, the blond swallowed hard, and levered himself out of the pool, revealing his own erection. “You can join me if you want...”
“You sure?”
“Yeah... It's different when I know that you're looking back...”
Instead of grabbing his cloak, Harry found himself pulling off his PJ's and walking over to Malfoy. “I've never done anything like this... I was hoping to be alone, not looking for male company...”
“I've never bathed with another man before either.” Malfoy shot him a shy smile, then leaned towards Harry. Meeting him halfway, Harry kissed another male for the first time. The kiss was awkward, neither of them knowing quite what to do, but it was amazing at the same time.
They both pulled away at the same time, breathless. Then Malfoy pushed Harry into the water.
“Malfoy!” Harry sputtered as he surfaced.
“Please don't call me that when were like this... It sounds weird. Call me Draco.”
“Draco...” Suddenly the blond was in the bath with him, pressing his body against Harry's equally male one. Grabbing Draco's ass, Harry ground his hips against the blonds, causing sparks of pleasure to soar through both of them. Then Draco froze.
“No, keep going, I like watching shows like this.” Harry froze too, as he recognized the voice. Spinning around he grabbed a bar of soap, but refrained from hurtling it at the ghost girl, knowing it would do nothing but anger her.
“Myrtle, what are you doing in here?”
“Spying, what does it look like?”
“Spying? You're a fucking pervert! Just because you can walk through walls doesn't mean you can spy on whatever you want to.” Harry's initial shock was turning into embarrassment, and judging by the way Draco was pressing his face into Harry's shoulder, he wasn't the only one.
“I don't get caught. Ever. Draco only saw me because I let him.” She shrugged, and opened her mouth again, but all that came out was a sound like a door bell ringing...
He woke up, disoriented from his dream. Though he knew that Myrtle would convince them to let her watch, he was annoyed that he was woken from his favorite recurring sex dream. Yawning, he threw on a robe and padded downstairs to see who would be ringing his bell at this hour.
He opened the door only to find himself face to face with the boy he had just been dreaming about- Draco Malfoy.
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