Memoirs of a Male Escort

Authors Note: Many thanks ot my beta, Alexandra. Kindling: Ignition of a passion or rage. Now I have a favor to ask. I have two stories (my first) Gilded Soul and Divided. Each of which are teetering on the edge of 200 reviews. Who wants to help me get there? lol ------ ARG! I'm so sorry you guys! This chapter was supposed to be posted last week, but it didn't save and I didn't realize it until I was bombarded with shocked reviews that a chapter was skipped!

Chapter 13 Kindling

Sometimes you have to break a few rules to get what you want. Thanks not from the escort rulebook, but it’s from mine. Sometimes breaking rules is the only way to protect the ones you love, and in this case, maybe the only way to ever get the one I love.

The more I think about it, the less I can imagine my life without Harry in it. It’s like someone gave me a bite of delicious fruit and then forced me to eat only dirt afterward.

Impossible.

You are always going to yearn for that fruit, no matter how unattainable.

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Harry tossed and turned in his room, reaching out in his dreams for some unknown need, though part of him knew exactly what it was. It was Draco. He had somehow come to need Draco as much as he needed water.

Tomorrow he was leaving, though, and Harry couldn’t let himself see the Slytherin again. Too many emotions there, every single one of them unstable, and like a live volcano, Harry would soon explode from them.

The click of his bedroom door woke him at once. He was a light sleeper, and with Malfoy in danger, he had been extra alert to any noises. “Who’s there,” he called out, reaching under his pillow for his wand.

“It’s me,” a familiar voice called back.

“Draco?” he hissed. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage for one night?”

Draco didn’t answer, but Harry could hear him coming closer. He waved his wand and muttered a silent spell and a glowing ball of light hovered between the boys. Draco winced against the light, but kept coming forward.

“Malfoy, get out of my room,” he said tersely.

“You never can decide what to call me,” Draco replied with a laugh, and kept stalking toward the bed.

“That’s because I never know how to respond to you, period,” he said. “You’re either saying everything right, or everything wrong. There’s no in between with you.”

“If you want me to shut up you could just kiss me, that usually does the trick,” Draco replied with a wry grin.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure it would. Do you often use that trick on your clients?”

Draco paused. “I don’t want any of them, Harry. I only want you. I would quit today if you’d have me,” he whispered.

Harry’s heart tightened, but he shook away the feeling. “I told you, I know about your contract.”

“And you’re just the person to break it,” Draco replied. “Madame X could never resist the Minister of Magic.”

“Is that it then, are you just looking for a way out of your contract? If that’s the case you can drop the charade. I would have gotten you out of it regardless of whether or not you had feelings for me,” Harry huffed.

“No, I like my job, or rather, I don’t hate it,” Draco replied. “The money’s great, the sex is fun and the company’s not half bad,” he added with a grin. “But I would give it all up for you.”

Harry sighed and banged his head lightly against the headboard. “What if I couldn’t get you out of it?” Harry asked, still trying to call Draco’s bluff.

“Then we would run away together,” Draco answered with a wistful smile. “You always said you didn’t want to be Minister, anyhow.”

Harry laughed and shook his head. “You’re serious?”

“Dead,” he whispered and restarted his journey to Harry’s bed.

“I’m still not having sex with you,” Harry muttered, but Draco didn’t stop.

“That’s why I’m here,” Draco replied. “I intend to show you that this is about more than sex to me.”

“Oh, and how do you intend to do that?” Harry asked.

“By sleeping with you,” he replied with a smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I just said-“ he began, but Draco cut him off with soft fingertips on his lips.

“I mean really sleeping with you. No sex, just lying together. I want to hold you,” he whispered, his eyes filled with need. “I won’t try anything, escort’s honor,” he added with a smile, crossing his fingers over his heart.

Harry sighed against Draco’s fingers. There he was, the man of his dreams, saying all the right things again. “Draco, I…” he began, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I couldn’t take it if you broke my heart,” he said at last.

Draco’s eyes sparkled with understanding. “I don’t want to hurt you, Harry. I already care about you too much to ever hurt you.”

Harry closed his eyes and thought for a moment. This was all too intimate, but certainly not the same as having sex, right? He shook his head; it was the same in some ways and even more intimate in others. But if Draco was being honest, then couldn’t he give him that much at least?

Without a word, Harry moved over, making room for Draco to climb into bed. He was thankful that he thought to wear boxers to bed for one night, at least.

Draco raised an eyebrow in surprise; perhaps he had thought it would be harder to win Harry over. Nevertheless he started to climb into bed until Harry stopped him with a shake of his head.

“What?” Draco asked, already looking dejected.

Harry wanted to kiss the sadness right from his face. “Too many clothes,” he pointed out, and Draco smiled and started stripping.

He stopped at his boxers and climbed into bed, sparing no time before wrapping himself like a cocoon around Harry’s warm body. He ran his fingers lovingly through Harry’s raven locks and Harry melted against him like ice cream on a warm summer sidewalk.

“This feels nice,” Draco sighed against his hair. He could feel the warm breath on his scalp and even smell the flavors of Draco, plumbs and citrus, mingling together in an exotic fragrance and taste. He pulled Draco closer and placed a delicate kiss on his collarbone, noting with happiness the shiver that ran through Draco’s body.

“It does feel nice, hm. Feels right,” Harry mused, running fingertips up and down Draco’s pale flesh. He looked up into his stormy silver eyes and smiled at the look of adoration there. He cupped Draco’s cheek and pulled him down into a deep kiss, one that blew their last away.

A tangle of tongues and the biting of lips gave way to heated moans and heavy breathing. “We should stop,” Draco panted.

Harry looked at him curiously, as their legs rubbed together. Harry could feel his own erection rutting against Draco’s and he longed to reach down and grab his length and bury it inside him. Just this once he could break a rule, just this once he could be with Draco even if he left him in the morning. It could all be worth it, it could be a memory that would keep him warm on lonely nights.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t attack you, and I promised you I wouldn’t try anything,” Draco breathed.

“But what if I want you to,?” Harry responded, his voice thick with lust.

Draco groaned and shook his head. “You are the devil,” he whispered. “How am I supposed to prove that I want you for more than just sex, if I try to have sex with you the first minute we’re alone?”

“It’s been a few minutes,” Harry responded, attempting to pull Draco into another kiss.

Draco chuckled and the deep sound of it vibrated through Harry’s body and made him squirm. “Harry,” he whispered, pleadingly. “Please don’t make this harder, I’m not that strong.”

“Don’t be strong, give in,” Harry whispered, biting lightly along Draco’s chin and neck.

“But I made a promise,” he groaned.

“Break it,” Harry breathed, sucking on his earlobe. He could feel Draco responding with shuddering thrusts against his leg, and knew he was wearing down his resolve.

“I need to prove it,” he whispered, head lolled back, eyes fluttering closed at Harry’s touch.

“Then prove it by staying with me,” Harry moaned, kissing him again, plunging his tongue into Draco’s willing mouth.

Draco pushed him gently away and blinked rapidly, trying to catch his breath. “No,” he rasped. “I made a promise, and you’ll be angry tomorrow if I break it.”

“I won’t,” Harry corrected.

“I don’t believe you,” Draco said with a smirk and pulled Harry against him, running calming hands down his back and over his heated skin.

“You’re serious?” he asked, and Draco nodded. They stayed there, holding each other in silence for a long time until Draco broke it.

“Harry?”

“Yes Draco?”

“I’m scared,” he whispered.

Harry lifted up to look Draco in the eyes, they were clouded over with unshed tears and Harry kissed them away, one at a time. “I am too.”

“I’ve never even tried to have a real relationship before. What if I’m rubbish at it?” he rasped.

Harry smiled sweetly and kissed Draco’s pouting lips. “We’ll be together, right? We’ll get through whatever comes,” he promised. And he did promise it.

If Draco could do this, change his entire life just to be with Harry, then Harry would do everything within his power to keep him happy, safe, and warm.

“How do you know?” Draco asked. “How can you be sure?”

Harry thought about it for a moment and then kissed Draco tenderly. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Draco. I would never leave you in the dark.”

Draco’s slightly red eyes went wide at Harry’s words and he leaned down, kissing him fiercely. “I think I love you too, Harry. I’ve never felt anything like what I feel for you.”

Harry sighed and snuggled up against him, bushing fingertips across Draco’s stomach. “Sweet dreams, Draco,” he whispered.

“Forever,” Draco replied as they both drifted into the most pleasant sleep either had ever had.

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Draco woke up and blinked at the light flooding through the room. He didn’t recognize the space, but when he felt a warm body shift around him and pull him closer; he realized at once where he was. He sighed and sunk further into Harry’s loving embrace.

“Mmm,” Harry moaned. “I could get used to this.”

Draco chuckled. “Good, because I’m not so easy to get rid of.”

“So, I’ve noticed,” Harry replied with a grin. “You’re awfully persistent.”

“Good thing, huh?” he asked and Harry nodded.

“I’m a little stubborn,” he replied.

“No, really? I hadn’t noticed. So much to learn about you,” he mocked.

Harry reached over and pinched his hip, hitting just the right spot, and an involuntary bark of laughter escaped Draco’s lips. “Hey, no fair.”

“No sarcasm this early in the morning,” Harry teased sleepily.

“No promises,” Draco replied, kissing Harry’s scalp through his messy black hair. “Funny enough, your hair actually looks less messy before you rake a brush through it,” he commented with a smirk.

Harry pinched the same place again, eliciting a similar reaction. “You were saying?” Harry replied.

Draco huffed and tickled the sleepy Gryffindor in his arms. Harry flailed around like a broken doll until finally Draco stopped his fingertip torture. “You were saying?”

Harry pouted and Draco seized his bottom lip between his teeth, kissing him fiercely. “You’re adorable when you pout.”

Smirking, Harry slipped out of bed; adjusting his boxers as he went.

“Where are you going?” Draco called, suddenly concerned.

“Bathroom,” Harry responded. “Care to join me?” he added with a wink.

Draco grinned and lunged out of bed, following Harry to the door. A smashing noise followed by a slight sting made him wince, and when he opened his eyes, Harry’s were wide with horror.

“Draco, no, no, please no,” he cried, moving quickly to his side. “Draco, can you hear me?”

“Of course I can hear you, don’t be daft,” he slurred. His mind was fuzzy as he looked at Harry, tears falling rapidly down his cheeks. “Shh, don’t cry. Everything’s fine”, he whispered, losing the will to speak out loud.

He looked down, following Harry’s wide-eyed gaze, to the place where Harry’s hands were gripping his chest and side. He could tell the press was firm, but the touch felt feather-light to Draco. He blinked as he saw Harry’s hands come away with blood, and heard him sob and cry out for help.

It was all starting to fade away into the fuzz and Harry shook him and pulled him close, and muttered curses under his breath. Blake was standing over him casting spells the color of healing, but there was still so much blood.

Draco wondered whose blood it was.

He only had a moment to realize that it was his blood soaking Harry’s hand and coating Harry’s wand, and bleeding from his body, before the world grew dark, and his tongue felt heavy. “I love you,” was all he managed before the black took him into its blood soaked depth.

Authors note: I warned you last time, but wasn't it sweet while it lasted? So, is Draco dead? Was it The Code, or was it someone else? I'm ready for the violent reviews and speculations. ;) also, I've gotten a few random requests for friendship on my other accounts, and I just wanted to say that I pretty much approve anyone, so feel free to add me. I'm digitallace on Myspace, Facebook,Buzznet,Livejournal & Mibba.