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Harry Potter found himself becoming more like Severus Snape by the day. The actions he had once despised his professor for, were becoming his habits. He consciously tried to stop himself, but Merlin, kids could be so annoying sometimes!
It had been a year since he'd quit the Auror Department and accepted the role as the new defence against the dark arts professor at Hogwarts. He'd only become an auror in hopes to improve the system that had failed him so much as a child, only to realise the Wizarding world did not like too much change, and the ministry's strict frame was impossible to budge.
Being on the verge of dying from either a heart attack caused by his anger or high blood pressure, he was advised by all his friends to not bother anymore. Harry had decided he'd rather quit than do that, and handed in his resignation the next day.
Since then, he'd allowed himself to have the freedom he'd denied himself since the end of the war, for a few months - travelling the continents and indulging in fleeting international lovers.
After arriving back in England, he was alerted of an open position at Hogwarts. Initially, he rejected the offer, unsure of how he'd be with children. However, this had resulted in a meeting with headmistress McGonogal insisting that she didn't desire anyone else to take up the job and how he'd be perfect.
So with a pit of anxiety in his stomach, he'd arrived in Hogwarts and somehow survived his first year of teaching.
It was a struggle to get used to, especially with each year having their own downsides to teach. Younger years (first and second) just simply seemed to not understand a word he was saying sometimes, always housing a confused expression on their faces, older years (fifth to seventh) constantly had an atmosphere of stress as Harry tried to get them prepared for exams to the best of his ability. But the third and fourth years were the absolute worst, they seemed to know that those were the final years they'd have it easy, and so made the most of it, with their appalling behaviour. Harry had forgotten the amount of detentions he'd felt compelled to give, simply because there was no other option, despite hating having to sit through detentions, where he'd feel sorry for both himself and the student.
Surprisingly, he'd ended the year with much praise from the other professors, and been promoted to head of Gryffindor House by the head mistress.
So now, here he was at the first feast of the new year, sitting at the professor table, talking with Neville next to him (who taught herbology) and Luna (assistant to Hagrid, who was too old to teach care for magical creatures by himself). They were waiting for the arrival of the new first years, who'd go through the sorting process. Harry wanted to get a good look at who his new students would be, so immediately quietened down when they arrived.
They'd gone through around half of the students, and Harry was satisfied with a few of the figures that were assigned to Gryffindor. He squinted to try and get a good look at who was next.
"Next up, Scorpius Malfoy."
A Malfoy? Harry's forehead creased in confusion. Beside him he heard Neville whisper about not knowing that Malfoy had a kid.
'Yeah, neither did I' Harry thought to himself. How was this possible? The last time he'd seen Malfoy, Malfoy had definitely not been straight. However, one look at this blonde haired, pointy faced child would be enough to ensure he was biologically Draco's.
How Harry knew that Draco was bent was a whole other story...
Following the war, Harry had found his life laid out for him. Joining auror training with Ron, dating Ginny etc. Except now that the war was over, he and Ginny had had time to actually engage in couple activities . That had gone embarrassingly wrong , and Ginny informed him that she suspected he was gay.
This had been quite hard to wrap his head around, and Harry denied it for a long time. It had taken a 'family meeting' by the Weasley's, reassuring him that it was ok and they would accept him.
Instead of helping Harry, it had the unintended consequence of angering him, and he still remembered the immense anger he felt as he apparated to knock turn alley in search of a brothel.
'They think I'm gay, I'll bloody show them gay.'
Harry now knew the rashness of his actions, but back then, anger issues and ptsd clouded his mind. The number of funerals he'd attended wasn't fair, he felt as if he should have died along with everyone else. So this current attention on him was unwelcome, there were issues much more important than his sexuality or happiness at hand, and he just wanted to forget everything for the night.
Pulling his hood over his face, he had walked into the first place he saw and asked for a whole bottle of fire whiskey. Downing half the bottle in one, he walked to the back of the establishment with a new found warmth and courage interlacing with his anger.
Out back was where the prostitutes were, and Harry had free choice. There were some already chatting up clients, caressing the thick arms covered in coiled hairs of burly men. He was repulsed at the ugliness of these old men compared to the pretty boys with them.
Disgusted at the fact that he's stooped as low as these men he was judging, he decided to turn back round and get out of there. As he was leaving, his eyes caught a familiar head of blonde hair, and his feet stopped abruptly.
Malfoy also looked up at that moment, causing grey to crash into green. Just like a few seconds ago, his feet were acting on their own accord, and he found himself moving closer to Draco.
"Why hello there, Potter," Draco smirked, "Didn't think this would be the saviour's scene."
Oh, how Harry wanted to wipe that smirk of his face. Gripping Dracos wrist, he said through gritted teeth, "I could say the same to you, Malfoy, didn't think my favourite death eater would fall so low."
Malfoy smirks twitched a little but didn't falter, " Since I couldn't find employment anywhere else, I haven't got a choice. But don't worry, I enjoy my job and I'm pretty good at it."
He winked when saying the last sentence, and this only added fuel to Harry's fire. "You deserve so much worse."
"Whatever, Potter. Let me go so I can find someone worthy of my time, since your wasting it, and time is money in my field."
Harry's grip tightened, "I'll make it worthy alright. I'd love to truly see you in action, so I can rest knowing that you're somewhat paying for your crimes."
This time Draco frowned, mouth set in a hard line, "If you truly thought of me as a criminal, why did you bother testifying at my trial? I would have been in Azkaban without you."
Smug that he'd finally gotten Draco to undo his smirk, Harry replied, " I don't know, maybe because I just wanted to see you suffer outside instead. You can't imagine the number of funerals I've attended this month alone, people died because of you, I've truly realised that now. "
Draco gasped.
Harry's brain wasn't truly processing what was coming out of his mouth, he was too drunk and angry to care and had just wanted to draw out a reaction from Draco. He knew about Draco not having much of a choice in the war, that was why he insisted Draco didn't deserve Azkaban at the Wizengamot, but it still felt good to be able to blame someone other than himself.
"So, are we continuing this somewhere else or do the whores fuck clients out in the open."
Draco glared at him, "Nothing is happening between us, I suggest you go."
Harry got close up into Draco's face, " Are you refusing me service, Malfoy. I didn't know you had that luxury, your boss can hear about this, since you're fathers can't as he's no longer with us."
Draco blanched and pulled away, "Shut up and follow me upstairs you git."
He really needed this job, and couldn't afford being thrown onto the streets for refusing a client. Especially with the influence Harry had over the whole Wizarding community, ministers and crooks alike, he wouldn't be accepted into another brothel either. Deciding he might as well get it over with quickly, he led Potter to one of the dingy rooms upstairs with a small bed in the middle. They were one of the cheaper places in the area, and Draco cursed at Harry's choice of location. It's not like Potter didn't have the vault for a luxury escort service, why had he needed to come in here!
"Well," Draco started, " I hope you know you're even more pathetic than I am."
Harry frowned in confusion, "What do you mean? Shut up, Malfoy."
Draco began stripping, "You're the one hiding in the closet, stooping low enough to fuck a death eater whore, who as you mentioned, caused the death of many. I on the other hand, leave here knowing the mighty chosen one would pay to shag me."
Probing at both the war and his sexuality was the worst things Draco could have said in that moment, for Harry's gaze turned hungry and animalistic.
Draco noticed this dark shift, and began regretting his words, "Wait, I didn't mea-"
He was cut off with Harry literally pouncing on him.
His back hit the uncomfortable bed with a hard crash. He didn't have much time to register the pain, as Harry's lips collided into his. He knew he should have pushed him away, told him he was being too aggressive, but he'd come across worse clients and, well it was Harry Potter. The golden boy of the Wizarding world, someone whose status was above everybody else's. People all around the world knew of his feat! Surely Draco could handle a bit of roughness, he told himself as he watched Harry pull his flyer down and take off his trousers and pants.
Harry still looked mad at him, Draco hoped he wouldn't leave with too many bruises. Opening his mouth, he let Harry slip his tongue in, and couldn't help moaning. They were encouraged to be loud with clients anyway, but these were genuine as he felt Harry's erection rubbing on his.
Harry pulled away, and Draco had time to study his eyes. They were strong, the blazing green that seemed to burn what it looked at. This was the boy who defeated the dark lord, not the scrawny idiot at school. He couldn't help admire the way Harry had filled out as well since the end of school, maybe he could actually let himself enjoy this.
"Are you prepared?" Harry asked, at least he didn't truly want to hurt him. Draco nodded, it was procedural to be. Not waiting a moment longer, Harry lined his cock wth Draco hole and entered with a swift thrust.
'That was bloody quick!' Draco thought, and then blanched, remembering he'd forgotten a very important step while admiring Harry's handsome face (top bachelor of Wizarding society according to witch weekly).
Harry on the other hand, felt as if Draco was a fire he needed to extinguish, and this could only be done with the absolute pounding he was giving the boys arse. He was angry, ok. Draco was the last person he needed jibing at the war or his sexuality. Why did everyone care so much? Did he have to admit that he liked men's holes more than women? His family and friends assured him that it would be fine, but they don't truly know how others would react? He was society's symbol of hope after the war, he didn't need to be disappointing them with the fact he was gay as well. He was so lost in his thoughts that he simply did not hear Draco weakly pestering him about using a condom in between moans, until he felt himself spilling deep into him.
He pulled out, but his whole load had already been deposited into Draco's arse, and was now leaking out the whole. He felt disgusted with himself, there was no care or respect or anything in what they had done, just maybe a bit of passion. He'd be lying if he said it hadn't cleared his head. And Draco seemed to have enjoyed it well enough, if he purring and begging was anything to go by. Dumping a bunch of galleons on to the bed, he put his trousers back on and said, "Don't worry, I haven't got any STDs or anything. In fact, I should probably be the one concerned."
He turned back round and didn't get a chance to hear Draco mutter weakly how the condom wasn't needed because of that.
Transported back to the present, he shook his head, Draco definitely hadn't been straight. Besides if the child's age was anything to go by, he must have been born not too long after their encounter. Draco seemed to be at quite a low point back then, when had he also had a child? With all the thoughts swirling in his mind, he looked back up. The sorting hat was taking its time, students were starting to whisper to each other about who his father was etc. Harry was just wondering what was causing the delay. A few moments later, the hat shouted 'GRYFFINDOR' and this time everyone was stunned into silence.
A Malfoy in Gryffindor? How was that going to work out? Merlin, he'd probably be a nightmare. He groaned as the Gryffindor table started clapping cautiously, as if not sure on how to react. Scorpius looked absolutely terrified with everyone looking, Harry couldn't help but gape at him like everyone else. Sitting down on the edge of the Gryffindor table, he looked up and met Harry's eyes for a moment.
Green, the same shade as his in fact. Malfoy's son timidly looked away. They were quite shy at the moment, but he could identify faint traces of fierceness within those eyes .
It was going to be quite a year wasn't it.