Harry couldn't help but look again. "Yeah."
                              
Malfoy laughed, lightly... freely. "You changed, too."
                              
Harry nodded. He knew it was for the worst, though. Malfoy had become a better and free person.
                              
"So, I take it Ginny Weasley's out there and set this up?" Malfoy asked.
                              
He nodded, again. "She didn't know about you... she just wanted me to be happy. Try new things."
                              
"I guess you both figured out that you like blokes. You said that your boyfriend hurt you? Outted you, huh?" Malfoy whispered with a hint of sadness.
                              
Harry lowered his head. "You remember... umm... Roger Davies?"
                              
"Yeah. Few years above us in school."
                              
"He... set up a photographer to take pictures of us... in the middle of it...."
                              
"I'm sorry," he said, and it sounded like he meant it.
                              
"Thanks," he said, softly. It was actually easier to talk to him.
                              
"So... what have you been doing? You their star... umm... cop?"
                              
Harry frowned, embarrassed more. "No. I... washed out."
                              
Malfoy, still inches away and naked, grimaced. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, I know you always wanted to be an Au-law enforcement officer."
                              
Harry lowered his head. "I kept... having attacks, from the w-Tom thing."
                              
"I do, too. I couldn't stay in the mansion another day, and found something I enjoy doing."
                              
"Stripping?" he said, incredulously.
                              
"It's the cleanest thing I've ever done, and I like it. Did you, at least, find something you enjoy doing, Potter?"
                              
Harry nodded. "I'm playing quid-umm-sports. I'm a seeker."
                              
Malfoy smiled. "You were always something to watch."
                              
Harry looked at him, almost surprised. Malfoy smirked and spread a little, as though reminding him that he was naked. Harry lowered his head, embarrassed, again. Malfoy's hand came up, and his soft fingers brought his chin up.
                              
"What's wrong? There's no harm in looking. I don't mind."
                              
"But... we know each other. We hated each other for a long time. This doesn't bug you?" he asked, stunned.
                              
Malfoy shrugged. "I learned humility after the... Tom-thing. Stripping is cathartic for me. This is me." He held his arms out, again. "Free from my father's designs and influence. Free from being the stuck-up ponce I was. I control my life, and I don't have to hide behind anything."
                              
Harry couldn't deny that logic.
                              
Malfoy tilted his head. "And I don't hate you. Not sure I ever did."
                              
Harry looked at him a bit surprised.
                              
"But... you have at least twenty minutes left. You have two options. You could leave if you're uncomfortable. My boss might refund you some of the money, though it's doubtful."
                              
Harry frowned.
                              
"Or... I can continue? You... or rather your ex... did pay for a whole hour."
                              
Harry coughed. "You can't be serious!"
                              
"Deadly... but my boss gets mad if I walk out on customers... anyway. And you haven't seen half of what I can do," Malfoy whispered, seductively.
                              
"I don't want to get you in trouble," Harry mumbled.