Anything for You

Hooking

Being a male escort wasn't so bad. At Least he had a high price and only high class people could afford him. Although he did get the occasional older person, he could usually tough it out. He mostly had ministry officials and celebrities. The type of people he was used to associating with. Thats why the underground company he worked for was happy to hire him. 

He took the job because no one else in the wizarding world would hire him. luckily there were a lot high class people who got off on fucking ex death eaters. He no lived in studio apartment he paid for with hooking. He moved out of the mansion after his mother and father left the country right after the war 7 years ago. 

He had just gotten home from his last assignment, with a man from the ministry. He didn't have a pretty face but he did have a decent enough body, and he didnt want long crazy sex just someone to sleep with. A lot of his clients were just lonely and in need of company, maybe thats why he grew to like his job. Because he was lonely too. 

He was waiting for a text describing his next assignment when his phone started ringing. His boss usually never called unless it was something big.

"Draco I have an important client for you." Miguel's thick spanish accent spoke. 

"Yeah? Who?" Draco asked.

"Well I kind of can't tell you that, he will, but first I've sent over some extra confidentiality forms. you have to read through them sign and give them to him when you meet up."

"Extra forms?"

"He's one of our highest paying customers and you'll only spend twelve hours with him." Miguel continued to talk. "Oh and Draco, Dress high class muggle. I'll text you the address." as he hung up and owl flew in through dracos open window and dropped a small packet of papers. He picked it up and read through it. It was mostly things like not telling anyone including friends, family, and especially the press who he was with, so he signed them then went to take a shower.

It was almost 4:30 when his phone went off with the text from Miguel. it read "7 o' clock. 12 Grimmauld Place.