Memoirs of a Male Escort

Authors Note: Many thanks to my brilliant and wonderful beta Laurel for her work on this chapter. So yay, Memoirs isn't late, however I missed the posting of Rivaling Affections yesterday because I haven't finished it yet. As soon as I perfect it and my beta reviews it I will put it up I promise.

Chapter 19 Ember

Danger lurks everywhere.

No matter your profession –escort or accountant- you’re in danger somehow. You have to be particularly careful in this line of work however, since you spend significant private time with various strangers. I always make sure someone knows where I am at all times, whether it’s a phone call to my Madame, or a note left with someone I trust. Gods forbid I go missing or get attacked, at least someone always knows where to find me.

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Draco didn’t want to make dinner tense for everyone else but as he thought about his love interest sitting across from his mother, he couldn’t seem to help it.

And now that he knew that his mother had been speaking with Harry behind his back, it made it that much more difficult to keep his mouth shut.

“So, how often have you conspired against me, mother?” he asked, his voice remained friendly but the words were not.

Narcissa narrowed her eyes at her son and took a bite of the roasted duck they were having for dinner, purposefully delaying her response. “It could hardly be called conspiring against you when I’ve helped you to secure the Minister of Magic as your companion.”

“Helped me?” he sputtered, beginning to grow annoyed. “You did nothing outside of interrogating him after a single date.”

“I encouraged him to seek your company again,” she huffed, clearly put out at having her contribution trivialized.

“Harry, if my mother hadn’t interfered, would you have still wanted to date me?” he asked, turning to his boyfriend, who had paused in the middle of stabbing a green bean with his fork.

Upon being pulled into the conversation he held his hands up in surrender and shook his head with a smile. “I know better then to get in the center of family squabbles.”

“Just answer the question,” both Narcissa and Draco demanded at once.

Harry sighed and shifted in his chair, knowing there was no diplomatic Ministry reply he could give. “To be honest, I fell for Draco that first night, and though I value your approval of our relationship Mrs. Malfoy, it was Draco who made me happy and made me want to date again.”

Narcissa sighed contentedly and smiled at Harry while patting his hand. “Such a sweet boy,” she cooed.

Draco might have rolled his eyes at his mother, but those gray orbs held only love for Harry, who despite being put on the spot still said the most adorable things. “See mother, it was all me.”

Harry snickered and quickly occupied his mouth with a forkful of vegetables to try and avoid being called on once again.

“Draco Abraxas Malfoy, I did not raise you to be so obstinate. What has gotten into you?” she demanded, her eyebrows so high on her face that they disappeared in the fringe of her hair.

Huffing, Draco pushed away from the table and crossed his arms across his chest. “I don’t know mother, maybe your constant criticism of my job, maybe the lack of trust, maybe the separate rooms?”

Harry wasn’t sure what to expect from Narcissa in response to Draco’s outburst, but laughter was not among the retorts he had been thinking of.

As she chortled at Draco’s obvious disgust, she folded her napkin primly and laid it on the table beside her plate. “So that’s what it comes down to?” she said, not really asking, but making an observation.

“You’re angry with me for keeping you and Harry from having sex in my house,” she stated, looking up at Draco with sad eyes. “Is everything always about sex with you, Draco?”

Draco gaped, well and truly let his jaw snap wide in open dismay at his mother’s words. Such a raw display of emotion had never been shown in Harry’s presence before. “Would you care to just come out and call me a whore mother, or would you like to continue to play coy?”

Her jaw set in a tight line and her eyes began to water as she stood up from the table. “It is all I can think,” she replied her voice even but, looking suddenly frail.

Draco didn’t rise to meet his mother’s height, but stared across the table in defiance nonetheless. “If I am a whore mother, it was only to save you from becoming one,” he spat.

“Do you think I don’t know that?” she shouted, paying no heed of their extra guest. “Do you think that I don’t blame myself every day for what you have become?”

“And what is it you suspect I’ve become, mother? You speak as if I’m some kind of monster!” he yelled in return.

“You think I can’t see? You flit around from client to client, never taking on a true companion, then you charm your way into the Minister’s bed? For how long, Draco? How long until you tire of him and make a political mess of your life?” she asked, her voice shaking with unshed tears.

Harry blanched, unable to dispel the uneasy feeling he had in his gut at her words. He had wondered that same question himself, but Draco had managed to convince him that he wanted more than quick shag or a casual relationship. Perhaps he could convince his mother in the same way.

“We haven’t even had sex,” he blurted, suddenly regretting it when two pair of icy cold eyes were boring into his. He knew what the real basis of his mother’s argument was, because they had the same fight every single time he visited, which was why he did so infrequently. She hated that Draco became an escort, especially under the circumstances with which it happened, but even more than that, she hated that Draco enjoyed it. She thought his life was based on sex and sex alone, and until Harry answered the door at number twelve Grimmauld Place that might have been the truth, but not anymore. Harry was worth the change in his heart, and Harry was well worth the wait.

“What?” Narcissa asked.

“Never, not once,” Harry amended. “He’s been the perfect gentleman and allowed me to wait until I was ready.”

“But that night, you hired him-“ she protested, but Harry only smiled in response and shook his head, cutting off her words.

“I hired him for his company in public, not in private,” Harry corrected.

She looked rather speechless, and Harry could often tell when he was winning an argument, so he continued before she found some new protest. “The night before he was attacked, the night I agreed to date him, he came to me and was so perfect he had me begging him to sleep with me, but he refused in order to prove that he wanted more than sex from me.” Harry looked over at his love, his Draco and smiled just for him. “It’s not about sex. We love each other and we want to be together.”

Narcissa leaned against her chair and gave her son apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, Draco. I assumed the worst of you because I was so ashamed of what I had gotten you into.”

Draco nodded a little curtly, but went on to smile. “All will be forgiven if Harry and I can share a room,” he stated with a grin.

Narcissa laughed lightly and waved her hand. Harry could feel the wards dissolving and reforming into something of protection instead of division. “Go on, fornicate all over the house for all I care,” she added with a smile and left the dining room, chuckling as she made her way down the hall.

“You’re too manipulative for your own good,” Draco told Harry as soon as his mother was out of earshot.

“Everything I said was the truth,” Harry countered, feigning offense.

“Yes, but only Harry Potter could possibly get my mother to back down in an argument. I’ve never seen it done before,” Draco replied, shaking his head.

“Hey, I got you what you wanted didn’t I?” Harry asked with a smirk.

Draco got up and ran his fingertips along Harry’s jaw and nodded. “Yes, you gave me exactly what I wanted,” he whispered before placing a delicate kiss on Harry’s lips.

Harry gave him far more than a shared bedroom, he offered lifelong companionship, true love and a beautiful face to wake up to every morning.

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That night, as the boys went to their shared room, Draco climbed straight into bed and under the covers. Still dressed, he started to get comfortable, and patted the place next to him for Harry to climb in.

Harry looked at him quizzically, but leaned in for a kiss only to have Draco move so that it landed on his cheek. With a slight pout Harry propped himself up and looked over at Draco’s lovely, sleepy face and sighed. “So my manipulation of your mother was all for nothing?”

Draco chuckled and shook his head, pulling Harry into a chaste kiss. “No, I’m just so tired tonight. Portkeying long distances always saps my energy.”

Flopping onto his pillow, Harry pulled the blankets over his shoulder and cuddled against Draco’s body. “Could you take your clothes off at least?” he asked, but Draco shook his head and yawned widely.

“Love you,” he murmured before his eyes shut and his breathing grew heavy.

Harry sighed and waved his wand to allow the lights to flicker out before settling in and falling asleep himself. He would have liked to sulk over the rejection, but he’d halted their potential coupling enough times on his own that he couldn’t make Draco feel guilty.

As he fell asleep, he thought of all the ways he would have Draco make up for it in the morning.

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Harry woke with a start, not knowing if it was a noise or a nightmare that made him stir, but as he sat up and looked around the room his heart froze in his chest.

Draco was gone.

In a panic, Harry threw back the covers and got out of bed, his mind racing at the idea of Draco having been abducted from right under his nose as he slept. A quick check of the bathroom showed that Draco was in fact completely gone from the room and Harry clenched his hands into fist, assuring Draco’s kidnappers that they would rue the day they messed with Harry Potter and the man he loved.

He drew his wand and went to the door stopping abruptly when he suddenly felt a change in texture beneath his bare feet. Reaching down he pulled a soft fragrant petal from his heel and when he looked back at the floor he found a trail of them leading into the hall.

Slowly he calmed his racing heart and a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he followed the trail of rose petals through the house and out the back door. He could see a faint light in the distance as he made his way through the yard and into the field he had mentioned to Draco earlier that evening.

His smile broke wider as his eyes fell on his love, sprawled naked and perfect across a petal covered blanket.

Draco gave him a wicked grin and beckoned Harry closer, to which Harry instantly obeyed, falling to his knees between the blonde’s legs and pulling his face to his in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” Harry whispered reverently to his thoughtful and sneaky boyfriend.

“How panicked did you get before you saw my note?” he asked, predicting Harry’s mood perfectly.

“There was a note?” Harry asked.

“On my pillow,” Draco replied, looking deep in thought.

“It must have flown off when I threw the covers off the bed,” Harry admitted bashfully. “I found the trail of roses and followed you here.”

Draco smiled and pulled his lover on top of him, running fingers through his unruly hair. “I didn’t mean to make you worry too much; I just wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m certainly surprised,” Harry responded before crashing his lips against Draco’s in a searing kiss.

“I wanted you so badly I didn’t think I would be able to keep up the charade of being tired,” he mused when they broke apart.

“My sneaky, sneaky Slytherin,” Harry cooed, running his tongue along Draco’s earlobe and making the boy cry out.

Harry hovered over him, pinning Draco to the blanket while he covered his neck in soft wet kisses that trailed down his chest and stomach before halting teasingly just before he reached Draco’s already hard cock.

Grinning up at Draco, who was looking like the most delicious morsel Harry had ever seen, he winked before taking him into his mouth. Moving slowly at first and then quicker, as Draco writhed beneath him and bucked into Harry’s waiting throat.

As if a sudden whim hit him, Draco pushed Harry away with strategically placed knees and flipped their positions, so that Harry found himself looking up at the stars and then Draco’s angelic face glowing above him. “I think it’s time I return that particular favor,” he whispered against Harry’s ear, the edge of his blonde hair tickling Harry’s neck.

“You won’t hear any protests from me,” Harry chuckled deeply; his breath catching in his throat as Draco enveloped his head and flicked his tongue gently into the slit.

Harry clenched his hands in Draco’s silken hair as he took more and more of him into his mouth, he felt Draco slowly sliding his lips around him until he was hitting the back of Draco’s throat. He remained still, carefully trying to keep himself from gagging his lover, but when Draco began to move, running the flat of his tongue up and down Harry’s shaft, he couldn’t keep still any longer.

With squinted eyes and heavy breaths he gripped Draco’s hair in one hand and the grass of the field in the other, ripping at the moist green blades as Draco sucked at his cock.

As the pressure built his pleasure got the best of him and he couldn’t remain silent. With thick and languid groans he came, forgetting to signal Draco as he did and watched with renewed arousal as Draco looked up, licking his lips like a satisfied kitten.

“I love you so much,” Harry cooed, smoothing the boy’s rumpled hair.

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Draco teased as he moved up Harry’s torso and positioned himself between his milky thighs.

Harry’s face lost all mirth as he leaned up and grabbed Draco’s face in his hands. “Look at me,” he said, his tone a bare whisper as he traced Draco’s high cheekbones with his thumbs. “I’ve never said that to anyone outside of my family. You’re it, Draco. You’re mine,” he added possessively and pulled him into a rough kiss.

When they broke apart, Draco couldn’t seem to stop smiling and it pleased Harry to know that his words didn’t frighten the former Slytherin. He had never felt anything so potent as what he felt for Draco, and he never wanted to be with anyone else.

Draco pressed soft kisses against Harry’s knees, bringing him back to the present and his magnificent boyfriend hovering over him. As if some wave of magic passed over them both at once, they let out a collective sigh and sunk together on to the blanket Draco had left out for their use. Draco’s smoldering gray eyes were like a storm cloud, and Harry thought that if he stared into them long enough he might just see lightning strike within their depth.

When Harry felt the lubrication charm, his body flushed with lust and anticipation. Shuddering under the weight of Draco’s gaze, he relaxed and let his lover take control. He’d never given himself over so completely, always holding something back, even from the kindest and truest of his former flames, but Draco was different. Harry felt safe within his embrace, and safe was not a term Harry often –if ever- used to describe his life.

The stars, the smell of fresh cut grass and Draco slowly filling him made Harry’s entire universe collapse. All the carefully erected walls around his soul came crumbling down and let his former rival in. He craved Draco like a hunger that wouldn’t die, and making love to him was even more sensual and erotic than he could have anticipated.

He had other lover’s in the past, many of whom he had taken to bed too soon, and some he had been more cautious with, but with Draco it hadn’t been caution that made him wait. Instead it had been nerves.

From the very first moment he saw Draco standing on his entry stoop weeks and weeks ago, he had known – part of him at least- that he was the one. If he had known his sexual preference in school, he might have known Draco was the one back then, but his mind was too caught up in the war to think about sex, let alone who he would like to do it. Then again, if Harry had known and pursued Draco then, prior to the war and the Malfoy’s change of heart, it would have certainly blown up in his face.

It felt like destiny was finally giving him a break, and not just a break, but a gift. Instead of prophecies that condemned him to battle and possible death, he was given Draco. He was Draco’s antithesis in almost every way, but it only seemed to make them a better match for one another. What is light without dark after all?

Draco felt amazing; his body was like a well-honed machine as it pumped inside of him, rebuilding his arousal as he pierced Harry with his unmoving gaze. Again the starlight reflecting in his eyes made them look like heavy storm clouds and his gaze paired with the feel of his body wrapped around and inside of him made Harry cry out.

Draco’s long nimble fingers enveloped Harry’s cock and stroked in time to his own thrusts, causing his recently satisfied state to become enflamed once more and before he knew it, Harry was deep within the throws of yet another orgasm.

As his body shuddered in release, Draco cried out, clutching Harry’s knees and collapsing upon him and they tangled together in a heap of shivering limbs in the grass.

They were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, neither wanting to be the first to make a sound, and both content with the message they saw reflected in the other’s face. They made love twice more before falling back onto the blanket slipping into a deep and languid sleep, pressed against each other under the star’s watchful gaze.

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Dew clung to Harry’s skin as he blinked his eyes against the harsh light of sunrise.

Falling asleep with his lover under the stars seemed a brilliant idea at the time, especially when the alternative was walking all the way back to the house, but in hindsight, it wasn’t his best move. Dawn came far too early for Harry, who had just fallen asleep a couple hours before.

He yawned and stretched, trying to ignore the pain in his back where he was fairly certain he had fallen asleep on a rather sharp twig. When he turned over to wake Draco, he was met with an empty blanket, sending a momentary twinge of worry through his bones, but he quenched it with logic. He assumed that Draco had gotten up to answer the call of nature, or perhaps walked back to the house, though it seemed unlikely that he would do so without waking Harry first.

As he scanned the field, he noticed a figure in the distance standing by a rickety fence. He doubted it could be Draco, as the form was clearly cloaked in crimson and staring after him, making Harry wonder where his clothes might be.

The first hint of real panic set in when he reached for his wand and couldn’t find it. Then the figure in the distance held up the thinly carved wood and if he had been unmasked, Harry thought they would be grinning. A moment later the figure apparated away with a faint pop, and a scrap of paper floated down to rest on Harry’s bare thigh.

We have him and you’ll never see him again

Those simple words were emblazoned on the parchment like someone wrote them with fire and it left Harry feeling as though his own heart had been burned from within his chest. The Code had Draco and they were going to kill him, if they hadn’t already.

He had failed him. He had let his lust get in the way of his need to protect the blonde and it had cost his lover his life.

With a swiftness he didn’t even know he possessed and little care that his clothes had been stolen, Harry ran across the field and back toward the house, calling out for Narcissa to help.

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Authors Note: Oh now, Draco gone, Harry's wand gone, whatever will they do?! Pumpkin pasties for all who review!