Living in Sin

Summary: Harry needs money. What will be the consequences of that need?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Feedback: Read. Review. Please don't flame.
Characters: Harry, Draco
Warning: Incest... more warnings to come stay tuned...


Harry stumbled into the empty flat wholly exhausted. There had been so many interdepartmental memos sent his way at the office that day, and he'd found himself running in ten different directions at once.

Percy Weasley had told him from the start that he would not be treated any differently despite the fact that he was Harry Potter. If anything, he was treated worse for it. He was still at intern status in the Auror’s office at the ministry. He did not earn enough to sustain himself and he did a majority of the office work. They claimed it was because he was only 18 and still had some things to learn, but come on-- he had defeated the Voldemort hadn’t he?

Harry faltered at the door way when the lights didn't turn on.

"Damn it," he grumbled. Had he forgotten about the light bill again?

No, there was no money. His vault at Gringotts had long been used up. Harry set his briefcase down on top of the past due bills littering the kitchen table. God he had to figure something out. There was no way he could go back to doing what he used to do.

No fucking way, but the bills wouldn't pay themselves and he was one misstep away from ending up out on the streets. He could not bring himself to ask for help. He was too proud for that. But not too proud to take his clothes off…

No.

No he had to find another way to get the bills paid.

He sat down on the old shaggy couch. Harry had been so stressed sleep was a rare thing. He pulled a large shaggy blanket over himself and gazed into the unlit fireplace. He couldn’t get in touch with anyone if he wanted to. He didn’t have the money to get connected to the floo network. Soon he’d be a real Auror, he thought trying to ease his consciousness. Soon he’d earn the kind of money where he’d be able to truly care for himself. Until then, well…

Harry began to drift off as he pondered going back to one man a week. One very rich man who could help him pay-- at least the light bill.

Just before his mind clouded over, he had a moment of clarity. He jumped up.

“I’ll get a roommate!!” He shouted to no one in particular.


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“In my bed, Draco?!” Lucius was incensed, “In my fucking bed?!”

Draco smirked, his father rarely swore but Draco knew just how to drag it out of him. “Sorry daddy, I missed you so much and masturbation wasn’t enough…”

Lucius’ grey eyes flashed, “You were high weren’t you?”

Draco carefully avoided eye contact, he would never deliberately let his father know he was still using.

Lucius took the silence as a confirmation, and eyed his son severely, “I want you out!! I want you out of this house tonight!!”

Draco’s smirk faded. Lucius had only threatened to make him leave, he had never outright demanded he do it.

“I have had enough! You are old enough now Draco and I want you out of my house!” Lucius continued his tone borderline icy.

“Daddy,” Draco tried in his most seductive voice, “Daddy you know you don’t want me to leave.”

“It won’t work this time Draco! It won’t you are a spoiled, retched, drug addled terror and you are too old to be--” Lucius’ lips pursed tightly and the vein in his forehead was clearly visible turning different shades of red.

“Are you jealous Daddy?” Draco asked softly. He would not give up the seductive game just yet. The beautiful boy had been playing his father in the same way he had played every man. He knew what buttons to push, to get exactly what he wanted.

“You are a slut!” Lucius shouted, “A common whore, and nowhere near suited to be my heir. I want you out of my house!!”

Draco was mildly surprised that his father remained hell bent on kicking him out of Malfoy Manor.

Sure Draco had messed up. He’d had sex with another man in Lucius’ bed, but Lucius started it. He’d promised to buy Draco the expensive cufflinks for the suit he wore to last Friday's gala.

At the last minute Lucius had refused, even though Draco had given him damn good sex. There was no reason he should have been denied.

According to the rules of their relationship, Draco was free to see whoever he wanted as long as Lucius never had to witness it.

Well this time Draco had made sure that his daddy witnessed it. He had to teach Lucius a lesson. The plan however, had backfired, and now Draco was paying for it. He was paying dearly.

It was time to pull out all the stops. Draco slid his robe off and let it fall to the floor.

“Daddy, I’ll make it up to you…” the blonde youth promised. Lucius eyed his son’s stunning body.

It was the type of body that earned Draco anything, and everything his wicked heart desired. He was perfect in everyway, physically, of course. Lucius moved closer, drawn towards his son. His pupils were pooling with wanton lust.

Lucius pressed his body close to Draco’s. He traced his fingernails down the curve of his son’s spine. The younger man shuddered. Lucius drew in a sharp breath. The silence between them was louder than Draco’s gentle panting. After an eternity Lucius gripped Draco’s lengthy blonde locks and brought his face close. So close that the younger Malfoy could feel his heated breath. Draco closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

“You smell like sex,” Lucius growled through clenched teeth, “I want you out of my house by noon tomorrow.”

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“So I like to sleep nude, eat nude, cook nude, and just generally be nude. That’s okay with you right?”

Harry swallowed hard and took in all 300 pounds of the tall beefy man in front of him. He was desperate, but not that desperate.

“Er… I will let you know…” he choked out noncommittally.

“Okay but hurry I was late on the rent at my old place and my landlord demanded that I be out by Friday. So I’ll need to start moving my stuff in here, right away,” the gruffy man growled and got to his feet.

“Yes right away,” Harry nodded, he eagerly saw him to the front door. Once it was firmly shut behind him Harry stocked over to the ratty kitchen table and threw himself down in one of the mismatched chairs.

What a fucking disaster.

In three weeks he’d only had three responses to the flyers he’d spread throughout London. An elderly woman with 7 cats, a pregnant girl and her boyfriend who, was a prominent suspect in an ongoing murder investigation, and the man who just left.

Harry put his head down. His rent was due in a week. If he didn’t get a roommate soon he would be in trouble. He would probably have to resort to…

No. For the millionth time, no. It may be easy but it was wrong.

He just wasn’t looking hard enough. The next person who responds to his ad, he decided, no matter how crazy. If they could pay he would give them a place to stay.

He rested his eyes for just a moment.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Harry jumped realizing his moment had turned into the entire afternoon. It was dark outside. He glanced at his watch. Had he heard a knock at the door or was he…

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The knock sounded louder and more urgent. God, who could it be? He wasn’t expecting anyone.

He clamored out of his seat and headed to the door. He pulled it open and stood in shock.

“Ron, how did you know where I--?” Harry started. Ron shoved the flyer in Harry’s face.

“Percy told me you were passing these out,” Ron snapped looking around, “So this is why you never invited me and Hermione over?”

“Er… yea having no furniture is a good way to… er…” Harry sidled over to the table filled with past due bills. He began organizing them clandestinely as Ron took in every inch of his scant living place. The last thing he wanted was Ron to start asking him about money.

“It’s not really a bachelor pad… couldn’t you afford anything better?” Ron walked back to the kitchen, just as Harry threw most of the notes into the nearest kitchen drawer.

“I’m—I’m just starting out at the ministry mate, you know salary’s not that great… I just need to save my money…”

“Well what about Grimauld?” Ron eyed Harry.

“Uh... too many memories… Sirius and all…” Harry lied.

The home had been repossessed by the bank when Harry could no longer pay the rising property taxes. It cost a lot to keep the home magically concealed in that location.

“I see,” Ron said distractedly, “Well get dressed we’ll go out for a drink then…”

Harry took a deep breath. He didn’t have the money to drink.

“Ron I was actually thinking of using the weekend to catch up on sleep if that’s alright…” Harry made it a point to yawn exaggeratedly at that moment.

“Harry you’re no fun anymore, Hermione doesn’t want me to accept no as an answer,” Ron said.

Harry searched rapidly for a solid way to get out of this. “Next weekend,” he promised. If he didn’t get a roommate by next week he’d do it one more time. Just to get the bills paid and keep the heat on and the lights on.

Ron narrowed his eyes, “You’re lying, Harry,” Ron read his features.

“Next week I promise,” Harry said urgently. Just then there came a soft knock on the door.

“Lemme guess,” he stalked over to the door and dragged it open. It was hardly the slight frame of Hermione he’d been expecting in the doorway. Platinum blonde locks fell over pale skin, kissed with a tint of red from the cold. Forbidden grey eyes burned into his.

“So Potter, I hear you’re in search of a roommate,” the lazy voice drawled.

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A/N: I'm still not sure how I feel about this. Lemme know what you think... and if it interests you I can continue :) If not that's cool too. Thanks.