Memoirs of a Male Escort

Authors Note: Many thanks to my good friend Laurel who beta's this story for me!

Chapter 18 A Mother’s Love

It’s difficult to find people to support you emotionally when you’re in a career like this. You’ll get different reactions from everyone, some will loudly protest it, some will mind their own business, some with silently stew over the idea and some will even write you off altogether, but do not expect any of them to be happy about your career choice.

It’s funny how your family and friends are supposed to love you no matter what, apparently that rule flies out the window when you’re having sex with lots of men for money.

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“I’m telling you, Harry, this trip is going to be miserable for you. Are you sure we can’t go somewhere else?” Draco asked for the umpteenth time.

“Positive,” Harry replied. “Dennis will be back any moment with our luggage and we have a Portkey to your mother’s house in an hour.”

Draco sighed and shook his head. “I haven’t seen her in over a year, you know?”

“I know,” Harry replied with a smile. “It seems like just as good a time as any for a reunion.”

“Do you really think the first time I see mother in over a year I should be showing up with my boyfriend in tow?” Draco asked incredulously. He loved Harry, but he was certain that his mother would be furious, not to mention unkind to Harry.

“It sounds like I’ll be towing you,” Harry muttered, still grinning. “Besides, how bad could it be?”

“Bad,” Draco replied with a grimace. “In fact you’ve probably just made it worse by asking that question out loud.”

“Rubbish,” Harry laughed. “She’s a lovely woman and I’m sure even if she doesn’t approve she’ll be pleasant and tactful.”

A loud bark of laughter escaped Draco’s lips and he sank into the armchair across from Harry’s desk. “Have you met my mother?”

“You shouldn’t be so pessimistic,” Harry chastised. “This is your mother we’re talking about. I would give anything to be able to introduce you to my mum.”

Draco sighed wearily and nodded. He knew this was a big deal for Harry, but the last time he had seen his mother was over the holidays nearly two years previous and she had spent the entire time lecturing him on continuing in Madame X’s employ and how he was ruining his life. He felt as though there was nothing he could do to please her and it had been that way ever since that first night when he saved her from this very fate.

“I’m sure your mother would have been far more accepting than Narcissa’s bound to be,” Draco replied with a heavy sigh.

“You never know, maybe she’ll surprise you,” Harry mused.

“And muggles can fly on brooms,” Draco noted sarcastically.

Harry laughed and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Potter,” he replied scathingly, but Harry had no time to retort because Dennis arrived with their luggage levitating ahead of him.

“All set, sir,” Dennis announced. “The red luggage is yours and the green is Mr. Malfoy’s.”

“How very Hogwarts,” Draco muttered. His mood was getting worse as every minute ticked away bringing him closer to his mother’s eminent foul mood.

“Quit being such an arse and help me with these,” Harry told him while navigating the red luggage over to the fireplace.

Draco flicked his wand distractedly and sent his own suitcases tumbling over Harry’s and then continued to sulk in his armchair.

Harry sighed and sat in Draco’s lap, looping his arms around the blonde’s neck. “If it’s really that important to you I can make an excuse and we’ll go somewhere else,” he offered.

Draco perked up immediately and hugged Harry to him. “Really?”

“No, not really. You need to see your mother. She misses you,” Harry told him with a laugh.

“How would you know she misses me?” Draco asked, not even remotely amused by Harry’s trick.

“All mother’s miss their sons when they haven’t seen them in almost two years,” Harry replied knowingly.

Draco huffed and muttered something along the lines of ‘not mine’ and then conceded with a nod. “What if we just stayed for dinner?”

“We’ll stay for the weekend and see how things go,” Harry countered.

One weekend sounded infinitely better then being forced to stay with his mother until the Aurors caught whoever was behind the attack, which could take years. “Deal,” he finally agreed.

“The portkey is glowing,” Dennis announced.

Harry leapt up from Draco’s lap and held his hand over the shiny golden key that would be their transport to France. Draco followed reluctantly and took Harry’s hand. “Are you ready?” Harry asked.

“You should be the one preparing yourself. As bad as this will be for me, it’ll be worse for you,” Draco told him haughtily.

“I can hold my own,” Harry replied and turned to Dennis. “As soon as we arrive, Cissy will send a house elf over by floo for the luggage,” he told him and Dennis nodded, having already known the plan.

“Cissy,” Draco asked with a gaping expression. “Since when do you call my mother Cissy?”

Harry only smiled widely and winked just before letting his hand close around the key. Draco didn’t have time to demand a proper answer before he was being pulled through space toward his mother’s house.

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Narcissa had left behind the heritage of Malfoy Manor ages ago. Between her husband residing in Azkaban, her son becoming a prostitute and herself being under persecution for her families hand in the war, the expansive marble manor held too many bad memories to keep, let alone have to spend her days wandering its vast and numerous halls.

It was far too large for her alone to reside in, even if she filled it with an army of servants it would have felt nothing but cold and hollow.

So instead she sold the manor and bought a small chateau just outside of Paris, where she could blend in with the beautiful French residents and no one would even look twice as she did her shopping or went for walks down to the local Village Centre.

Narcissa did one last check over the guestrooms before bustling down to the main floor kitchens to check on dinner. She was on her way to make sure the dinner table was set correctly when she felt the wards tingle across her skin announcing her guests’ presence.

A small wrinkled house elf wearing a lacy white tea towel met her in the entrance hall but Narcissa shooed her away. “I’ll take care of greeting our guests, Nippy.”

“Oui, Madame,” the house elf replied with a bow and scurried away.

She opened the door slowly, taking in the sight of her son looking princely in a pair of navy trousers and an ice blue sweater and the Minister for Magic, none other than Harry Potter at his side, looking quite dapper in black slacks and a long sleeve green dress shirt.

“Welcome boys,” she cooed, pulling first Draco followed by Harry into a tight hug.

Draco shot Harry a confused and suspicious look before following his mother into the parlor.

“I trust you had a pleasant trip,” she asked, gesturing for the boy’s to take a seat.

“All three seconds of it, yes,” Draco responded sarcastically and was met by stern glares from either side of him as both his mother and Harry attempted to discourage any further rudeness.

“Nippy, you may fetch the boys’ things from the Ministry,” she called, and the house elf popped into the room only to nod and pop out once more.

“I’m so pleased to have you both here,” she cheered with a bright smile. “Draco my love, it’s been ages since you’ve come to visit.”

“So you did sell it?” Draco asked, looking around the unfamiliar room. “When I saw you last you were only considering it.”

“The Manor? Oh yes, I had to get out from under it. It was a blessing really, when the Ministry unfroze our vault and released the deed back to me I was already so used to living elsewhere that it just seemed natural to let it go,” she responded. “I’ll give you a tour of this place later.”

“It’s not the manor,” Draco sighed, letting his fingers caress the velvet chair that once used to sit in a grand white marble entry parlor.

“No, and it only has seven bedrooms, but it should be enough for you both to have your own space during your stay,” she chimed.

“Seven bedrooms? That really is downsizing. The manor had more than double,” Draco criticized.

Harry looked over incredulously. “I had no idea you were such a snob, Draco. Seven bedrooms?” he scoffed. “Your loft doesn’t even have one.”

Draco blushed and shook his head. “That’s not the point. Malfoy Manor is a one of a kind home; it should have gone to me.”

“And what would you have done with it? Settle down and have children?” she asked with a laugh.

“Maybe I would,” Draco replied petulantly, although he frowned at the idea of relegating Harry to the sterile marble manor. His mother’s new home really did have far more charm and personality, and he supposed that seven bedrooms was enough if he and Harry should decide to have children and came to visit over the holidays, but then he didn’t even know if Harry wanted children.

“Do you want a family, Harry?” his mother asked as if reading his mind.

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy, very much,” Harry answered without hesitation and Draco’s heart swelled as he thought of the four of them, for there would be one girl and one boy, in front of a large Christmas tree. He and Harry would cuddle up by the fire watching their children tear into boxes and gift-wrap, screaming as they discovered their presents inside.

Harry looked over at him and grinned nervously, as if suddenly recalling that he hadn’t told Draco about his want for kids first and suddenly wasn’t sure if Draco would feel the same.

“Oh, Harry, I told you to call me Cissy. Anyway, you’d make an excellent father, I’m sure,” she cooed, patting him on the knee. “Don’t you think so, Draco?” she asked, turning her attention to her son.

Draco started to feel uncomfortable with his mother’s fawning over Harry, as it was bound to change the moment she knew they were a couple. He wasn’t sure how to broach the topic with her though, should he hint around at it until she discovered the truth on her own, or should he take the Potter method of blunt bandage ripping?

“Harry and I are dating, mother,” he told her, opting for the latter method.

His boyfriend blushed furiously and looked over at Narcissa, as if trying to hold back laughter.

“I know that,” Narcissa huffed as she waved Draco’s comment off. “Why else would I have asked him about his want for children? There needs to be a Malfoy heir, even if he is adopted.”

Draco gaped and tried to refrain from screaming. “How did you know?” he asked her, but his glare was all for Harry. He knew there was something fishy about the plans to come here, and the way he referred his mother as ‘Cissy’.

“When I read about your date in the Prophet, I sought Harry out to question his intentions,” she replied honestly.

“And what did he say?” Draco asked, suddenly less angry and more curious about what Harry said about him before they began dating.

Narcissa looked to Harry, who smiled shyly and decided to answer Draco for himself. “I told her that if you’d have me I would hold onto you forever,” he told Draco, Harry’s emerald eyes boring into his own.

“It was the sweetest thing I had ever heard and I gave him my permission to pursue you. When he wrote to update me on the accident and to ask to stay here, he told me that he hoped he had won you over at last,” she added, nearly in tears.

“You always had me,” Draco told him directly. “But you should have told me. It would have saved me a load of grief over how to break it to her,” he chastised.

“Now where would be the fun in that?” Harry teased.

Draco rolled his eyes and Narcissa laughed and got up, gesturing for the boys to follow her. “I’ll show you to your rooms.”

“Rooms?” Draco asked. “As in more than one?”

“One for each of you, that’s right,” she noted and continued to walk down a corridor covered in rich brocade wallpaper in a warm golden yellow.

“But we don’t need separate rooms,” Draco pointed out.

Narcissa halted suddenly and whirled to face her son. “Until you’re married, you’ll be sleeping in separate rooms.”

Draco rolled his eyes once more and huffed. “This is ridiculous mother, we’re adults.”

“Unmarried adults living temporarily under my roof,” she corrected as she unlocked one door and passed the next one to unlock the last door at the end of the corridor. “Draco, you take that one,” she gestured pointing to the first door she unlocked, “and Harry you’ll be in this room,” she added, indicating the one she was standing in front of.

“And let me guess,” Draco began snidely. “Yours is the door in the middle?”

“Precisely,” she chirped. “So no skulking around in the middle of the night.”

“Do I need to remind you that I have sex with men for money, mother?” Draco countered, not really seeing the point of her keeping Harry away from him.

“I’d rather you not remind me of that unpleasantness, and all that will change now that you have Harry. A proper gentlemen doesn’t lay with others when they are in a serious relationship,” she chided.

Draco sighed and Harry shot him a crooked grin and disappeared into his own room with a wave.

“Now, get settled in, dinner is in a quarter hour,” she informed them before leaving Draco alone in the hall, suddenly wishing he and Harry were taking up residence in the Minister’s office instead of in separate room at his mother’s. Even sleeping on a desk would have been preferable to not being able to touch Harry.

He wandered down to Harry’s room and smiled as he saw his boyfriend begin unbuttoning his shirt. He tried to go to him, but the doorway held him out with invisible wards. “Damn you mother,” he muttered under his breath.

Harry turned around at the noise and smiled as he realized the predicament Draco was in. Slowly and carefully Harry walked forward until he was just inside the wards keeping Draco out and continued to unbutton his shirt with an agonizing pace.

Draco growled as he reached out to touch Harry’s bare skin, only to be pushed away by the magic between them. Harry chuckled and waggled his finger in mock chastisement before raising the finger to his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip and then began pinching his own nipples; his eyes never leaving Draco’s even for a second.

“You are such a tease,” Draco complained.

“Maybe,” Harry replied with a smile. “Or maybe I’m just getting you worked up for later.”

“You heard my mother, there’s not going to be a later,” he scoffed.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Harry noted, trailing fingertips over his exposed chest and torso.

“And how do you plan to get past these wards?” Draco snarled in frustration. All he wanted to do was to fuck to his boyfriend, just as he had wanted since the first night they went out all those weeks ago.

“I don’t need to. I saw a big field out back when we portkeyed in,” Harry replied with a cheeky grin.

“A field?” Draco asked, grimacing at the thought of smelly animals and dirt. “And you thought your desk wasn’t appropriate for our first time together?” he scoffed.

“Just think about it,” Harry said. “We could lay out blankets and watch the stars while we make love all night.”

Draco smiled and nodded, quite pleased with the idea of making love to Harry under the stars. “So then tonight?”

“Tonight,” Harry promised and blew Draco a kiss through the wards and went back into the room to change for dinner.

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