A/N; First things first, give credit where credit is due. The idea and concept for this story came from Destielshipper when I read their story Two weeks to fall. It is a supernatural story with Dean and Castiel as the main characters. So I asked if I could take the idea and turn it into a Hp story and they said yes.

Summary: Draco Malfoy was once torn down and had nothing left to his name. He has become a rent boy to be able to live and thinks there is nothing left for him out there. What happens when an opportunity comes his way will he be able to walk away in the end?

Warnings: This is an AU, non-magic story. Slash and definitely rated M for a very good reason. If you do not like any of this than please do not read, turn around and never look back. Please review

Disclaimer; I know I have forgotten this is the past but it is very plain to see I do not own any of the things in here related to Harry Potter or any other information pertaining to anything that seems familiar. I just very much enjoy writing.

Prologue:

Draco Malfoy sat in front of his television, staring at the blank screen, wondering what had gone so wrong in his life. The room was semi-dark, only being lit up by the street lights and glowing store signs out side of his window. The power had been turned off yet again, because neither him or his room-mate could afford the rent.

He would sit like this when he wasn't too sure what to do next. He knew how he would make his money that night and dreaded every thought. He was once a spoiled little rich kid. His parents were some of the richest people in the state, until his father started to embezzle money and got caught. They lost everything after that.

He was forced to drop out of high school and take on several jobs to try and help his parents. His mother got very sick shortly after and passed within several months. His father couldn't really live after that and took to drinking. He died one night in a pile of his own vomit, where Draco found him.

He had no one after that. Sat around in his parents old home staring blankly at walls. His friend and now room mate, Blaise, had stopped by with the offer of making money and a different place to live. He jumped up at the opportunity, not knowing what the job was at the time. He now wished he had said no, found some other way, but it was too late.

The front door slamming shut made him jump out of his thoughts.

"Draco you here mate? Fuck I see the power was turned off again." Blaise stated as he sat on the couch next to a very tired Draco.

"Yeah, it's fucking cold in here too. I guess this means we have to go out tonight doesn't it?" Draco asked running his fingers though his shaggy blonde hair.

"Yeah. I'm sorry man. I wish there was something else we could do, but you know neither one of us has a high school diploma and no one will hire us because of that." Blaise said as he placed his hand on Draco's shoulder and looked thoughtfully into his silvery blue eyes.

"Alright fine, let's go get this over with so we can get back. I'm starving." Draco stated as he walked to his room and started to change, He had to look his best if he wanted to land good money tonight.

Once they were ready both boys looked at each other before nodding and heading to the door. Blaise opened it and peaked his head out hearing yelling down the hall. He noticed their land lord, Ron, yelling at their neighbor about rent being late.

"Shit, looks like we leave out the back. Ron is on a rampage and we haven't paid rent yet either." Draco looked at his friend surprised. He had just given him the rent money last week so it should be paid off.

"What did you do with the money I gave you Blaise?" He asked trying not to sound to agitated.

"I…. I needed it alright. Tom was riding my ass and I needed to give it to him. I'm sorry man." Draco just dropped his head and nodded, knowing Blaise needed to pay Tom off or he could end up dead, then Draco really wouldn't have anyone left in this damn world.

"Let's just go alright." Draco stated as he watched his friend climb out the window and couldn't help but think that his life couldn't get any worse.