"Oi Harry." I looked at the boy rolled up inside of the motel blankets, resting himself from the exercise. He was so small for someone supposedly so powerful, and I had just tasted how good it would be if I was Ginny, or anyone who didn't have an ugly tattoo etched into their wrists, linking them to a murderous, racist cult.
My life was sadly decided when I was born into a family of death eaters. This was my destiny. A lowley sex worker in the muggle world.
It was awful.
I wasn't homeless, I wasn't struggling to make ends meet.
I just wasn't accustomed to living how I was.
Harry groaned in response to my call.
"Call me."
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FanfictionDraco Malfoy has lost all respect and status in the wizarding world. After the war he lost his wand, his wrist remained branded by the Dark Lord and he had no muggle work experience to find a job. This is a short smutty storey just for you fabulous...
