The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 22

“This isn’t a good idea Ginny.” Harry whispered as he sat stiffly on the stool in the deserted third year girl’s bathroom.

“Nonsense, it’s a brilliant idea.” Ginny chimed happily as she continued to brush bronzing powder on Harry’s body making him glitter like gold under the flickering of the torches. Harry stared at himself in the mirror and sighed, he felt like an idiot dressed in tight little gold boy legged shorts, and nothing else. Ginny had made a good job of concealing his scar though and as for his hair, it looked mildly better than if he’d just simply not bothered brushing it. The red haired girl however had informed him that it was all the rage to run gel through your hair and spike it haphazardly so Harry had reluctantly agreed.

It had been a week since Snape had rejected Harry so coldly, one of the longest weeks of Harry’s life. Snape hadn’t been seen all week, he’d been summoned in first period Monday and that had been it. No one had heard or seen anything of Severus Snape since Monday morning. Today though was Friday again, and surprisingly enough Snape had turned up to breakfast his usual snarling, snarky self. Gryfindor had lost thirty points within the first hour and a half of classes, proving to Harry that Snape had reverted back to his old cold self. Snape made no acknowledgement of Harry accept to snarl at his appalling effort on his potion during class. Harry ignored it and merely shrugged his shoulders uncaringly as the potions master removed 20 house points. There was no way Harry was going to give Snape the satisfaction of pretending nothing had happened between them and going back to the way things had been before all this had began.

At lunch Ginny had pulled Harry aside and explained to him the information she’d found out along with her latest hair brain scheme. Harry was sure Ginny Weasley had inherited some of the genes that made her twin brothers cunning bastards as well.

“It’s not going to work, and there’s no guarantee he’s going to even be there. I clearly heard him tell that other wizard he wouldn’t be requiring his ‘services’ anymore.” Harry complained as Ginny pushed him up off the stool so that she could continue blending the bronzer all down Harry’s legs and thighs. Ginny tutted loudly as she sneezed a little at the dust from the bronzer. Her hands were covered in the bronze make-up but with a quick ‘stay there’ charm the bronzer wouldn’t rub off Harry.

“Listen, I know there’s no guarantee’s but let’s look at the evidence. A none school owl brought him a letter this morning, and he replied there and then on the same piece of parchment.” Harry rolled his eyes in the reflection of the mirror, knowing that the letter could have been from anyone. However before he could voice his doubts Ginny continued, simply cutting him off. “Secondly Madam Hooch, clearly pointed out to us in practice today that one of the school brooms was on loan for the entire day and so we were one short, and we know from experience Snape has no broom of his own and that he uses the schools.” Harry reluctantly nodded in agreement, having seen Snape those first few times on a Friday night clearly taking off into the sky on a school loaned broom. “Thirdly and probably most importantly the house elves were washing a pair of leather pants this afternoon belonging to one potions professor, with instructions to have them cleaned, dried and returned by five o’clock today.” Ginny smiled proudly as Harry looked around at her strangely.

”How on earth did you find out that bit of information?” Harry muttered as Ginny merely shrugged her shoulders and stepped back from her finished masterpiece to look over it with a critical eye.

“My sources are my business Potter, now turn around and lets have a look.” Slowly Harry spun around so that Ginny and he could have a good look at himself. Harry felt like a giant orange, but Ginny insisted that he looked really hot. With a few flicks of her wand Harry was finished and with a satisfied smile Ginny helped Harry on with his cloak. “So you know the drill?” Ginny inquired as she handed Harry the muggle wristwatch that was going to act as his portkey to and from London, organized courtesy of another one of Ginny’s sources.

“Yes, get into the club and look for Snape, find him and start flirting with other guys making sure he sees me, dance, and generally look sexy and hope he takes the bait.” Harry reeled off his list of instructions just like Ginny had drilled into him over the past few hours. Ginny smiled enthusiastically as she glanced at her own watch before dragging Harry out of the bathroom and down towards the front hall. It was quiet in the hallways; everyone either tucked up safely in their dorms or down in the great hall with the professors at extended dueling club practice that was always held on a Friday night. “This isn’t going to work, he’s not the type Ginny.” Harry protested a final time as Ginny shoved him unceremoniously out of the front door of the hall and out into the icy cold night.

”Shut up Potter, and go or you’ll miss him it’s quarter to eleven already!” With that the door closed and Harry was left shivering on the doorstep of Hogwarts. Shaking his head Harry ran down the path and out of the front gates of Hogwarts and out of the wards. As soon as he was out of the protective magic around the school the portkey activated and Harry was being sucked into the familiar swirling vortex of space before being spat out like a bit old chewing gum in the darkened park Harry and Snape had walked through several times to get to the club. Harry sighed as he slipped the wristwatch into his cloak pocket before wrapping the thick woolen material around his practically naked body and strode off in the direction of the club. After the incident in his third year Harry didn’t like hanging around darkened, deserted parks and was glad to get out onto the more populated streets. Taking the familiar way to the club, Harry practically ran down the dodgy dirty alleyway and knocked quickly on the door below the cheap, flickering motel sign.

Like the times before the door opened to reveal the long legged woman that stared down at Harry pointedly. Harry swallowed nervously as he waited for some sign he could come in, it wouldn’t have surprised Harry if he was turned away but surprisingly enough after a few moments pause the woman stepped aside and held her hand out to help Harry inside.

“You’re a new little twink aren’t you?” Harry froze the woman’s baritone voice betraying her real sex beneath the make up and clothes. Harry nodded nervously as he took off his cloak and handed it to her, as she checked it in to the cloakroom. “You’re a cutie, you be careful in there tonight there’s some tigers that eat little twinks like you for breakfast.” Harry managed a weak smile as the woman blew him a kiss and directed him down the hallway. Taking a deep breath Harry followed the growing sound of music and sighed with relief almost as he stepped down into the club and into the relative anonymity of the writhing patrons. Taking the opportunity while he was standing on the stairs, Harry scanned the packed club paying special attention to the bar knowing that Snape preferred to sit there rather than the couples seats around the edge of the club. Harry sighed heavily when he saw no sign of the wizard he’d come looking for. Still he’d promised Ginny he’d give it till 3.00am and so bracing himself for the onslaught Harry descended the last few steps onto the dance floor and began to weave his way through the crowd to the bar.

“Hello you, looking good. What can I get you?” Harry was surprised to find one of the bar staff already waiting for his order before he’d even got settled on a spare stool at the bar. Harry blushed self consciously as the young wizard behind the bar lazily looked over him with an appreciative gaze.

“A whisky please.” Harry whispered nervously trying to ignore the stares he was getting from a few of the older wizards sat at the bar around him.

“On the rocks?” The young wizard behind the bar inquired as he pulled the stopper from the whisky bottle with his teeth before pouring a generous helping of amber liquid over the ice cubes in the glass. “Bit of Dutch courage I’m guessing?” Harry took the offered glass and with two gulps had downed the alcohol, coughing a little as it burnt its way down his throat and warmed his belly. Harry nodded as he passed the glass back to the young man who filled it up again. “Well don’t worry with an arse like that, they’ll be lining up to have a go.” At this comment Harry quickly downed the second glass of whisky wincing as it went down a little easier this time. The wizard behind the bar chuckled and put the whisky bottle on the bar beside Harry’s empty glass. “I’ll leave you the bottle.” Harry nodded his thanks but as the wizard went to walk away Harry called him back.

“Um, there’s a wizard who comes in here regularly.” The young bar wizard returned to Harry and nodded for Harry to continue. “He’s tall, thin, dark hair that he ties up, crooked nose, round about 45 with a silky voice.” Harry tried not to sound like he knew Severus that well but was pleased when the young man chuckled and nodded understandingly.

“Ah, you mean Slytherin Sev, he’s a regular here, bastards got quite a reputation with the boys.” Harry decided against rolling his eyes, wishing he knew a bit more about Snape’s reputation.

”Is he here tonight?” Harry enquired trying to sound like he wasn’t fussed if the answer was no. The wizard behind the bar nodded and Harry followed his gesture up and over to a viewing balcony above the dance floor. Sure enough a familiar figure was leaning against the balcony rail looking down on the club.

“Yep, he’s with Alistair Grantham. Sev likes a twink with some special characteristics all Sev’s boys go through Alistair so if you’re interested you best to go see him.” Harry nodded his thanks as he stared up at the pair of elder wizards on the balcony. For a long while Harry watched as the pair talked before finally the podgy man Harry had met in the club the last time pointed down at the dance floor. Harry followed the man’s gestured into the crowd and for a moment couldn’t see what he was pointing at but then Harry’s eyes focused on the young man dancing on the stage and his heart sank.

The boy was beautiful, lean but muscular, short hair like Harry’s and a sparkling pair of emerald eyes that flashed flirtingly with every gaze that dared to fall on him. Harry felt like a complete fool as he watched Alistair gestured to the boy to come up to him and Snape. Snape’s gaze followed the boy the entire way and Harry choked back tears as he watched the elder wizard embrace the younger boy he’d just been introduced to. Harry watched a little longer as Alistair left the pair and they talked for a moment before Snape guided him away into the darkness of the back of the balcony out of sight. Perhaps Snape had been right all along, when he’d said Harry hadn’t been worth the risk. Harry snorted to himself as he picked up the bottle of whisky and swilled from it liberally. Why could the elder wizard possibly want Harry, the real thing with all the baggage and risk he came with when Severus could have any amount of look-a-likes he wanted and not have to worry a bit. It was a depressingly real thought and Harry drowned it in copious amounts of whisky.

Harry wasn’t sure how long he sat staring into the bottle of whisky, swigging from it as he tried to ignore the advances of the elder wizards who approached him. A few brave souls dared to touch him but Harry didn’t react and merely continued to drink himself in an incoherent stupor. It was as he went to order his second bottle however that someone sat down beside him in the spare stool not put off by Harry’s dark expression.

“Well, well, well what do we have here?” Harry’s mind took a moment to register the voice and where he knew it from before his heart leapt up into his mouth and he turned to stare at the long blonde haired wizard sitting next to him.

“Lucius.” Harry breathed out a little panicked as he tried to get up off the stool and walk away. Lucius reached out a hand however and caught Harry’s slim waist pulling the boy firmly back onto the seat. Harry put up little resistance, with the amount of alcohol he’d consumed he was fighting to keep upright let alone escape from a death eater.

“Come now Potter don’t make a scene.” Lucius dragged Harry’s stool closer to his own and wrapped a firm hand around Harry’s waist to pull the scared young boy back against his chest. Harry shook a little as he felt Lucius press a kiss to his shoulder blade the man’s long blonde hair spilling over Harry’s chest as the elder wizard looked down at him with an lecherous glance. “Do they know you’ve escaped the gilded cage Potter? That you’re parading yourself to older wizards in a place like this?” Slowly Harry shook his head, unable to do anything else but try and focus on what Lucius was saying. Harry knew he’d made a mistake in drinking too much, and he knew he should never have come to the club especially alone. “Hmmm, do this yourself?” Lucius inquired as he trailed a finger down Harry’s bronzed chest before settling his hand on Harry’s crotch, where he gave the bulge a generous firm squeeze. Harry sat up straight and squeaked but knew better than to try and run. Harry would never win in a duel with Lucius Malfoy, even if he was sober. “And to think I came here this evening looking for a blonde but you’ll do nicely.” Harry swayed on his feet as Lucius pushed him from the stool before wrapping a possessive arm around his waist and guiding him towards the back stairs that Harry knew led to the private rooms. Fearfully Harry looked around for help from the other patrons but no one seemed to even spare him a second glance as Lucius guided him up the stairs, one hand possessively wrapped around his waist while the other fondled Harry’s backside through the short pants.

Harry was scared as he was walked along the darkened corridor before Lucius found a suitable room. With a firm, forceful push Harry was stumbling into the small dark room and tripping over his feet to fall to his knees on the hard floor. Harry yelped and tried to scurry backwards away from Lucius approaching figure but he was too disorientated with the alcohol.

“Don’t run Potter, or this is going to take longer and I’m sure the dark lord isn’t going to want to wait when he finds out what I’ve found for him.” Harry called out in pain as Lucius grabbed hold of Harry’s hair dragging the boy up onto his knees in front of him. Harry whimpered as he felt Lucius tear the tiny stretched shorts from Harry’s body along with his wand Harry had tucked into them. To helpless to do anything but watch through blurred vision, Harry saw Lucius lift his robes and push down the zipper of his trousers beneath. Harry knew what was coming as the blonde yanked Harry’s head back as far as it would go before stepping forward to slap his flaccid cock against Harry’s closed lips. Harry was disgusted and tried to twist out of Lucius iron grip but the blonde was stronger and held the advantage above his inebriated victim. With a vice like grip on Harry’s jaw Lucius forced the boy’s mouth open and although he struggled Harry was powerless to prevent the man’s thick member plunging into his mouth.

Harry choked on the length as it was pushed forcefully against the back of his throat, cutting off the scream for help he tried to make.

“The more you struggle Potter the more I enjoy myself.” Lucius continued to tug violently on Harry’s hair his grip on Harry’s jaw threatening to dislocate it as he thrust his hips forward and lodged his slowly swelling cock again and again into Harry’s unwilling mouth. Tears streamed from Harry’s eyes at the fear, pain and sheer humiliation of the situation. He’d been so stupid to think of even coming here and now he was at the hands of a death eater with no perceivable escape. Harry struggled to breath between Lucius thrusts the elder wizard brutal and unrelenting in his assault. The innocent practice Harry had done with the carrot in the kitchen certainly hadn’t prepared him for this. Shaking from head to toe, his jaw locked in pain and his throat raw Harry wasn’t prepared for the searing hot liquid that shot into his mouth as Lucius thrust a final time. Unable to breath Harry collapsed onto the floor when Lucius finally pulled out. Almost immediately Harry threw up, coughing up the bitter searing cream that coated his mouth and his raw throat. Lucius stood over Harry’s wretching body watching as the boy threw up again and again choking for breath he’d been deprived of.

“Help, Help me please.” Harry called out his voice barely a raw whisper as he tried to scramble away from Lucius who was smiling at him evilly.

”Pathetic Potter you’re not trying hard enough.” Harry went limp like a rag doll as Lucius bent down and picked Harry up by his neck, slamming the boy into the wall of the room with a sickening crack. “I’ll let you in on a little secret Potter, even if they do hear you no one’s going to come for you because no one here cares.” Lucius had his face pressed against Harry’s his blue icy eyes flickering dangerously as Harry tried desperately to gasp for air as the blonde tightened his fist around Harry’s throat. “When you walk into this club Potter you choose to become a vessel for someone to take pleasure from. No one knows who you are or what you do you’re just another fuck, but perhaps you were under the misapprehension that this was just a good place to experiment with your new sexuality?” Harry’s lips were turning blue as he tore chunks out of Lucius hand as he tired to pry it free of his neck so he could breath.

“Sev..rus…” Harry choked out desperately his vision beginning to swim with lack of oxygen. With Lucius so close Harry was sure the blonde hear Harry’s choked plea and almost immediately the blonde let go of Harry who dropped gasping to the floor.

“I do believe I just heard you whisper a familiar name with your dying breath Potter, could it be you didn’t just come here on a whim after all?” Still gasping and rolling around on the floor in agony Harry ignored Lucius inquiry and was thus unprepared for cruse that struck him in the shoulder and rippled through his body, searing his skin like fire. Despite his constricted throat however this time Harry let out a chilling scream of agony his body convulsing and writhing on the floor desperately trying to shake the curse that entwined around his body like hot whips. Lucius was now pacing back and forth across the floor in front of Harry, no intention it seemed of ending the curse as he thought carefully about the situation. “No, you wouldn’t be that stupid would you Potter? To come here, unprotected and alone thinking he was simply going to fuck you?” Thinking out aloud to himself Lucius flicked his wand at Harry and tightened the curse almost reveling in the boy’s deathly screams that echoed around the room and undoubtedly down into the club. “What a sneaky little shit, to have such a simple plan of luring you here and have you fall for it.” Harry could hardly see now as he continued to convulse on the floor his muscles spasming as the pain increased. “Well that bastard will be pissed off when he finds out who messed up his little plan. Trying to steal the bloody glory, I’ll teach him…” The curse on Harry’s body ended and Harry managed to roll over onto his side to face Lucius who was standing with his back to the door his wand aimed at Harry ready to cast another curse.

However before the curse even left Lucius lips Harry saw a figure step into the room right before an eruption of green light lit up the darkness. Blinded by the light Harry couldn’t see anything until the stars had stopped sparkling in his eyes and he focused on the room again. There lying in front of him was Lucius Malfoy his body sprawled out on the floor and his wand lying carelessly at his side. Despite appearing to be dead Harry could see the blonde’s chest still rising and falling. Shaking where he lay Harry knew he had to get up and move quickly, but as he crawled to his knees he felt a warm hand come down to rest on his shoulder. Harry’s glasses had fallen off earlier and so as he glanced up at the figure above him all he could make out was a dark blur.

“Please…” Harry winced around the rawness in his throat as he tried to ask for help but he needn’t have bothered. A warm cloak came down over his shivering prone body right before two strong arms lifted him effortlessly from the ground. Closing his eyes Harry surrendered to his captive only realizing as he relaxed into the strangers chest that he knew that spicy scent. “Sev…?” Harry croaked but was silenced by a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Shhh Harry, I need to concentrate…” With a weak smile Harry relaxed completely in the tight embrace and with his eyes closed passed out into darkness.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>