Temptation

                                        

                                              
Chapter 2 - Temptation
                              
Published: 4/29/2021
                              
Malfoy tensed and straightened up, surprised. He leaned over and flipped the light switch. He smirked as he looked down at him. "Potter, well well."
                              
If Draco Malfoy was in any way embarrassed about being naked in front of him, he didn't show it. Harry, however, was mortified, more than he had ever before in his life. He squirmed in his fluffy seat, now bathed in light.
                              
"Look... I'm sorry. I swear... I swear... I didn't know it was you! I didn't even know you were in the mug-"
                              
Malfoy, as shift as a lunging snake, placed his forefinger against his lips, quieting him. Harry was surprised at his quickness, but even more that he hadn't even considered going for his wand. Malfoy's finger was still against his lips when he said, "There are cameras in here. Liability concerns. Do you understand? Nod."
                              
Harry nodded, as though compelled.
                              
Malfoy took his finger away and sat on the stage. His legs only slightly covering his massive cock. "I didn't know you were bent, Potter." He was smiling, and Harry looked at the floor, embarrassed. He had just gotten a striptease from Draco Malfoy and liked it, but Malfoy's words just hit another sore spot.
                              
"It was plastered all over the Daily Prop-newspaper," he muttered, adjusting his words. He didn't need the muggles watching to know any more than necessary.
                              
"I'm afraid I'm a bit behind on the news, Potter. I live in London, as a mere... mortal."
                              
Harry's eyes widened. Draco Malfoy was living as a muggle? That was mind-blowing in itself, not to mention he was a stripper. He gapped at him and whispered, "How? Why?"
                              
"Probation? Remember?" he said, referring to his wand being taken for five years.
                              
"Oh... but... why... here?"
                              
"I angered my father. I refused to marry Astoria Greengrass... you know Daphne's sister?"
                              
Harry nodded.
                              
"He also didn't like that I decided to... what were his words... "not hide anymore", and I left before he could kick me out." His words were filled with some bitterness.
                              
Harry's mouth dropped. "Hide that you're... umm... gay?"
                              
"Yeah. He knew of my inclinations pretty early on. As long as I pretended I was normal, he was fine with it. After the..." Malfoy paused. "... Tom-thing... I was through following his rules and decisions. It didn't get me anywhere I wanted to be."
                              
Harry nodded, still red, but kept up the small talk. "What about your mum?"
                              
Malfoy frowned. "She wasn't about to join me in exile... she stayed. She said she supported me finding my own way, though."
                              
Harry whispered, "She loves you."
                              
Malfoy's grimace turned into a smile. "She does, as I love her. You haven't heard anything about her?"
                              
"No, sorry."
                              
"Too bad. I hate to imagine what she's doing alone with father."
                              
Harry grimaced. "So, why... this?"
                              
"Stripping? I make good money, and I'm good at it. Caught your attention, didn't I?" he hissed, coyly.
                              
Harry dropped his eyes to the floor. He was now bright red and halfway to a panic attack.
                              
Malfoy got up and knelt in front of him, concerned. "Hey, breathe. There's nothing wrong with it... with this. I'm not rubbing you about it. Cause I know my body is amazing." He held out his arms, showing off his chest, for desired effect.