Memoirs of a Male Escort

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Chapter 12 Persistence is overrated

Never get too attached to your clients. Sure you’ll get repeat business if your good, but you shouldn’t count on it. People are living out their fantasies with their escorts, and for most men, the ultimate fantasy is not monogamy. Sad but true.

If you find yourself having deeper feelings for a client, you have to pull back. Nothing good can happen when an escort falls in love with their client.

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Harry was frustrated and trying to bury himself in paperwork. He couldn’t believe how many times he kept putting his hopes out for Draco to trample on. Hermione would kill him if she saw him pinning over Draco Malfoy of all people. She knew about his feelings of course, but she got angry if he got worked up over anyone.

“Harry, you’re the Minister for Magic, for Merlin’s sake, defender of the wizarding world, sweet, clever and hot as hell. If someone you like doesn’t recognize all that, then they aren’t worth your time,” he could practically hear her lecturing in his mind.

The problem was, Harry never felt like much of a hero, and he certainly didn’t feel as though he should be Minister, and even if he were sweet or clever, there were plenty of other wizards out there who excelled him in both capacities he was certain.

Being gay never alleviated his trouble with dating, if anything it made it more difficult. Instead of only worrying that a girl was already dating another bloke, or that she may only want him for his fame or money, or may not even be attracted to him at all, now he had to worry about all that, plus having to guess whether the guy he was attracted to was also gay, or whether he only wanted to sell him out to the tabloids.

It was horrifying.

Which was why Harry tended not to date at all. Then comes along Draco Malfoy, smart, witty, hot and sexy, Draco Malfoy, who is certainly gay, has his own money and no wish to be famous, isn’t dating anyone else, and wouldn’t likely betray him to Rita Skeeter. He was sarcastic and sweet and just cranky enough to make things interesting, and to top it all off he was a spectacular kisser.

But he was the ultimate unattainable Adonis.

He loved his job, and that job was the one things Harry could never abide. He knew himself well enough to know that he would let it go, and the idea of Draco sleeping with anyone but him would fester into a wound that would tear them both apart and leave Harry a hollow shell.

Harry didn’t have many relationship quirks, but monogamy was one of them, and it was one he would never be able to yield on, no matter how worth it yielding may seem in the beginning.

He was trying to ignore Draco, who had been pacing in front of his door for some time now. Once again he had put himself out there for Draco, only to have the Slytherin show more interest in Blake. It was starting to scrape away what little self-esteem he had left.

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The rest of the afternoon was thankfully Blake-free. Apparently he was the captain of the Hawaiian Quidditch team, the Hula’s and had the spend most of his days in practice.

Draco paced back and forth in front of Harry’s study door, trying to think of a reason to bother him other than, ‘you have a pretty mouth, could I please kiss you’.

It really was a glorious mouth, and Draco wanted those lips pressed against his again more than anything he has ever wanted. If he had the choice of freeing his father from Azkaban or kissing Harry, he would take the kiss hands down.

Which was sad in and of itself. How could Draco let him break all his own rules, how could he allow himself to be so entirely infatuated with a client, so much so that he was practically stalking him in Harry’s own home?

It was so far below him.

He steeled his resolve and started to walk away when he heard Harry call him from the study. “Malfoy, you’ve been pacing outside my door for half an hour, is there something that you wanted?”

Draco swallowed thickly and entered the room. He hadn’t come up with anything appropriate to ask yet. “Er… not really. Just bored. I’m not used to being stuck inside all day.”

“No? What do your dates usually have you doing?” Harry asked, not looking up from his paperwork. His handwriting was neater than Draco recalled it being in school, and he was scribbling furiously between several bits of parchment.

Draco placed his hands on Harry’s desk and leaned in. “I think you know,” he replied.

He couldn’t see Harry’s beautiful green eyes but Draco was certain he was rolling them. “I already told you-“

Draco interrupted him with a casual wave. “Yes, I know. No sex for poor, poor Draco. You’ll just watch as I wither away and die from lack of fulfillment,” he sighed dramatically, throwing himself into Harry’s side chair.

Harry chuckled. “I’m sure a week of abstinence will do you some good. Think of how spectacular the sex will be later,” Harry said. “Anyhow, I already told you I would talk you up to Blake. He sounded interested when I mentioned you this morning.”

“Did he?” Draco asked, pretending to care. Blake was entirely average in comparison to Harry.

Harry nodded and finally looked up from his work. “He did. He said you were pretty.”

“Pretty?” Draco scoffed, his eyebrow raised. He was much more than pretty.

Harry laughed. “I know. I told him he was blind.”

“You told him that?” Draco asked, stunned.

“I told him that if he didn’t see how perfect you were he was and idiot,” Harry laughed, shaking his head slightly.

“So I’m perfect, but still not good enough for you?” Draco muttered, immediately regretting his words.

Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as if fending off a headache. “It’s not about being good enough, it’s just about being enough,” Harry said at last.

Draco groaned. “You spent far to much time around Dumbledore, that statement was as vague as they come.”

“I’m not sure how to explain it without completely offending you,” Harry replied with a shrug.

“Just spit it out. Do you think you would be the first to call me a whore? To tell me I’m worthless because of what I do?” Draco said. He was trying to control his anger, but it always seemed to flame to life in the face of being rejected by Harry. For some reason that didn’t stop Draco from pursuing him.

“Is that what you think?” Harry asked incredulously. “That I think you’re a worthless slut?”

“You certainly act like it,” Draco replied, arms folded across his chest in defense.

Harry shook his head. “You have no idea,” he muttered.

“Then tell me,” Draco demanded.

“I’m a selfish person, Malfoy. I don’t sleep with someone unless I’m dating them, and-“ Harry began, but Draco cut him off.

“And obviously as an escort, I’m not datable. I’m contaminated, right? Or are you just worried about what it would look like to the press to be dating someone like me?” Draco blurted.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and bit his bottom lip hard in order to calm himself, but it didn’t work. “No you stupid git, it’s just what you do for a living. I don’t judge you like that. All I’m saying is that a lifestyle like yours will never work with mine. I could never just have sex with you, Draco. I would have to have you,” he whispered.

Draco gaped and Harry shook his head and looked away, finding sudden interest in his first edition novels. “You would have to belong to me, and to only me and make love to me and only me. That kind of relationship is not very conducive to your career,” Harry said, still not looking into Draco’s face.

Draco felt all of his air rush away at Harry’s words. Harry was laying it all out on the line, telling him what he had been longing to hear for weeks. He got up and moved into Harry’s view and the Gryffindor just stared at him, boring those glorious eyes into his own.

“Steal me away,” Draco whispered.

“What?” Harry replied, looking confused.

Draco felt a chill, a sudden burst of doubt. What if Harry was just making excuses so that he didn’t need to be mean? “If you really want me, steal me away,” he repeated.

Harry shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

Draco sagged and walked back toward the door. “You can’t or you won’t,” he asked.

Harry shrugged. “Both really. I have no intention of standing between you and your career, Draco. That would only breed resentment.”

Draco laughed harshly. “You think I would choose this life over one with you?”

Harry frowned. “Would you?” he asked.

“No,” Draco replied without hesitation. “I would always choose you,” he added before walking out and heading up to his room.

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Harry knew his face must be contorted in surprise, but after all these weeks of wanting to hear those words form that set of lips, and he finally had.

Draco wanted him.

Or was it just another ploy to get him into bed? But to what end? Draco couldn’t possibly be so fascinated with the idea of sleeping with Harry that he would stoop to such a level, could he?

He just didn’t know. Draco had been rather persistent.

What if it was just all about the chase for him, and then once Harry gave in, he would no longer be interested?

He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number he had long ago memorized and waiting for Madame X to answer.

“Harry dear, how is our Draco?” she asked.

“He’s well and safe,” Harry replied. “No one knows he’s staying with me besides yourself and I’m having his flat watched for any suspicious activity. We should know something about who specifically is after him soon.”

“Wonderful, wonderful. Harry you are so sweet to be doing this for us. I hope Draco is repaying you appropriately,” she cooed.

“About that, I agreed to pay Draco while he was here, and I only feel that’s fair since he’s missing out on his normal income while he’s with me,” Harry said.

“Ah, I think I see where you’re going with this, but don’t worry, Harry. You can have your way with my beautiful Draco while you are protecting him. I wouldn’t dream of taking your money after all you are doing for me by protecting him. So feel free to behave exactly as you would if you were paying for his services. I’ll pay him directly when he returns and he’ll never be the wiser,” she said.

“Has Draco ever expressed a want to… leave your services?” Harry asked.

There was silence on the other end and for a moment, Harry thought the line had died. “Are you calling as Harry, or Minister Potter?” she asked at last.

“I don’t understand,” Harry replied, completely confused by the question.

“Are you asking out of general curiosity, or are you attempting to break the contract I have with him? Because I’ll tell you now, I won’t let Draco go without a fight,” she growled.

Harry blanched, having never heard Madame X behave so angrily toward him. “So you have a binding contract? I didn’t know he was that devoted,” Harry replied. So that was all it was, Draco would hide behind his contract, and after sleeping with Harry, claim that he couldn’t get out of it. “I’m sorry to have bothered you over it, Madame.”

He tone lightened immediately. “Think nothing of it, Harry, though you did give this poor old woman a fright,” she laughed.

“I’ll keep in touch with you about Draco, and in the meantime, if you hear or see anything, be sure to let me know,” he said.

“Of course, dear. Ta ta,” she cooed before hanging up.

Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was convinced Draco was trying to dupe him, and would see how he liked it when Harry called his bluff.

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Draco was sulking in his room, having waited to see if Harry would follow him.

Apparently he wasn’t as interested as he said, because Draco was still alone. After a confession such as he made, it should have been clear Draco had deeper feelings for him, but clearly Harry didn’t share them.

His head snapped up sharply when he heard the door open, but he was disappointed to see that it was only Blake. “Can I help you?” he asked, rather ruder then he had planned.

Blake grinned and walked over to the bed. “I heard you were up here,” he said.

Draco groaned, so no, Harry certainly wasn’t interested if he was sending other men to Draco’s bed. “Oh?”

“He told me you were interested in me,” he added smugly.

Draco just smiled back. The guy was good looking enough, and if Harry didn’t want him, why not indulge a little? “I might be,” he replied.

Blake smirked and moved closer, rubbing his hand up and down Draco’s thigh. “I hear it’s a bit more than might,” he replied, seizing Draco’s bottom lip. He whimpered against Blake’s lips and feathered his fingers through Blake’s hair.

Blake pulled back a minute. “This morning it seemed like you wanted Harry,” he said.

“Harry doesn’t want me,” Draco replied, and pulled him down into another kiss.

Blake laughed against his lips and pulled away again. “Yes, he does. He’s never wanted anyone more than he wants you,” Blake said.

“Rubbish. He would have told me that when I told him how I felt earlier,” Draco grumbled. He didn’t like Blake taking his mind off the task at hand, and the task at hand was forgetting Harry’s rejection, not reliving it.

“I’m telling you, he’s crazy about you,” Blake said, but Draco straddled him and plunged his tongue in Blake’s mouth, trying to shut him up.

He barely registered when the door opened, or the startled gasp, but he did notice Blake tense and move away. “Harry, just wait,” he started to say, but Harry cut him off.

“It’s okay Blake, he’s all yours,” Harry said. He looked over at Draco and his eyes were filled with betrayal. “I should have known it was just an act, but I thought you would have at least kept your pants on until you fulfilled your goal of fucking the legendary Harry Potter,” he snarled.

Draco was dumbfounded, and slightly irritated. “You seriously think you can just leave me up here for hours and expect me not to get the point? You’re not interested, I get it, but that means you don’t get to dictate who I sleep with,” Draco spat.

Harry laughed wickedly. “A few hours? You didn’t tell me your confession had an expiration date, I wasn’t aware that you would be running off with the first warm body you saw. You tell me you want me to steal you away from this life, but then you run right back to it,” he seethed.

Draco’s eyes went wide, in Harry’s terms it did seem childish. “Look, Har-“ he began, but Harry cut him off.

“No more lies, Malfoy. I can’t take them, least of all from you,” he said, looking entirely dejected. “I know about the contract you would have hid behind, and you apparently have no want or need of a monogamous relationship, so I just need to wash my hands of this whole thing,” he sighed.

“I’ll arrange a safe house for you and constant Auror watch, but I can’t do this to myself anymore,” he said, and left the room.

“You’re throwing me out?” Draco called, but no answer came.

“I told you,” Blake muttered from the corner, and Draco threw a pillow at him. “Get out,” he ordered, and Blake quickly obeyed.

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Authors Note: Okay, no harrassing me about the cliffhanger, because by now you should be expecting it. lol. Plus next weeks will be FAR worse. lol. Please review!! If you do you'll get a lifesize chocolate Harry and Draco cuddling action figure