Chapter 1: Blessed Armani Life was completely unpredictable, Draco Malfoy decided as he slowly opened his eyes. He was currently laying on the bed of his hotel room wondering why he had decided to stay at the party last night. It had only left him with a slight hang over and some nameless (but cute) blonde girl lying next to him in an inappropriate state of undress.
He rose slowly from the bed so as not to wake the other occupant and made his way to the bath room. The hotel he was staying at was one of the many five star hotels that his family owned. The bathroom in the suite came complete with a Jacuzzi tub, two person shower, and a private dressing room. The walls were a soft gold that went along nicely with the marble tile. There were two large sinks sitting atop a counter. Above the sinks was a mirror that took up the entirety of the wall.
After washing his face Draco looked at his reflection. Life was definitely good. The Malfoy's were known to be among the five richest families in the world. They had holdings in nearly every industry but were most widely known for their grand and luxurious hotels, found through out the globe.
Draco had turned 21 only a few months previous and the party had been the hit of the year. The young man was feature in every magazine as one of the top bachelors. He was gorgeous and he knew it. While most would take the fame with a cocky arrogance, Draco took it with a debonair grace that made him even more desirable.
Draco had been portrayed as a sex symbol since his early teen years. While the pressure had been quite a strain, his family helped him learn to handle the press. Now as Draco faced his adult life, it didn't seem as if life could get much better. No matter where he went he was the life of the party, he had great friends, and more money than he knew what to do with.
Draco turned quickly upon hearing the door to the bathroom open. The blonde girl gave him an amused smile.
"Jumpy aren't we?" She was wrapped up in one of the hotel's complimentary cotton robes. It was quite obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She smiled at Draco's blank look. "Evidently you aren't a morning person."
The comment woke Draco from his daze, "Did you want me to call you a cab or would you prefer breakfast first?" It was not one of his more suave comments but he was eager to get the blonde out of his room. He did have other things planned for the day.
The girl didn't seem at all annoyed by the comment.
"I've already got that covered. My friend is on her way as we speak" At this Draco couldn't hide his surprised look. "By the way my name is Elise." She stuck her hand out. Draco hesitantly shook her hand. There was a knock at the door.
"That must be my ride. It was nice meeting you Draco Malfoy," she left the bathroom. Draco merely followed her to the door. Before she left she turned one last time. "You know...It's ok to want more," and with that she was gone.
Before Draco could contemplate what the strange girl could mean his phone rang. He looked at the door one last time and then walked to his night stand where the phone was placed.
"Hello"
"So your already up?" It was his best friend Blaise Zabini.
"Against my will, let me assure you"
"You shouldn't have drank so much last night"
"If I remember correctly you were right there with me shot for shot."
"I wasn't the one that left with some nameless bimbo though." It was times like this that Draco wondered how the two had remained friends for so long.
"Is there a reason you are calling?"
"Only to let you know that I will be at your hotel in about an hour so we can get to your dad's in time."
"Shit that's today?"
"You best get movin" With that Draco hung up the phone and got ready for another day in the life.
As Draco was preparing himself for a new day, across town another boy was getting ready for some much needed rest. This boy was Harry Potter. While life had been good to Draco it had decided to forsake Harry. At only one years old his parents had died in a car accident. Any money that had been left for Harry was given to his Aunt and Uncle whom were given the role of Harry's guardians. Vernon Dursley had quite an affliction with gambling, and the large sum left by the Potter's was soon wasted away at the track. Petunia Dursley, Harry's Aunt, was only in his life for a short while as she passed away from a car accident as well. It seemed to be a family tradition.
This left Harry alone with his Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley. Dudley was three years older than Harry and enjoyed having someone to vent his frustrations on. Vernon felt the same way, but after Petunia died he spent most of his time at the track or in a bar. It was there that he got in with the wrong people and found himself up to his neck in debt.
It was lucky for him and unlucky for Harry that the man whom he owed money to had a soft spot for young Harry. And that was why Harry was where he was today.
The soon to be 19 year old was slowly getting dressed. The man sleeping on the bed next to him did not seem as if he would be waking up any time soon. That was all just fine with Harry as he didn't feel like having to perform for a second time in the last twenty four hours.
The man's name was Jonathan Masbeth. He was an upper-middle class business man that had been married to his wife for nearly twenty three years now. He had three kids, enjoyed boating, and of course his weekly appointments with his boy toy, that of course being Harry.
Mr. Masbeth had been a client of Harry's for nearly two years. He was not Harry's oldest client but he did make up for it by how frequently he sought Harry's company. Harry pulled on his short skirt before strapping his feet into some killer heels. It was another of Masbeth's kinks.
Harry had several customers that preferred him to dress a female. It helped them get over their heterosexual tendencies. Finally Harry grabbed his coat and made his way to the front door. He didn't worry about any money issues as they had been dealt with before hand between his boss and Mr. Masbeth. Harry simply walked out of the house and began his journey home.
The only thoughts on his mind were a hot shower and a long nap.