Chapter 1: Welcome to Hogwarts
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Harry never expected his first day in this city to be like this.
No, not at all.
It had started so well though. He came with his godfather, Sirius – though he considered him like his real father, with how much the man loved him – and Remus, Sirius's best-friend, who quite literally lived with them those past few years, with the number of time that he came to check that everything was okay. They came here with him to help him order everything in his new apartment, to be sure that everything was okay – and that YES he was sure that he wanted to live here, and that NO he doesn't want to come back at the family's house thank you very much.
Not that he hated to live with his godfather, really it was the best place in his life even if he didn't know much, since he could only compare with living with his relatives, who always hated him. But he was now twenty-one and he really wanted to live by himself, because he wasn't planning to live 'till his death with his godfather, thank you.
The apartment was perfectly located, in the Gryffindor district, recommended by Sirius, and from what he had understood, the building gathered youths who moved in the city, or at least some of them. Three other buildings like this one were present in three others districts, though which one, he didn't know yet. At the end of the street was present the bakery where he was starting his internship next Monday, and all around were traditional houses, with a little convenience store just beside the bakery.
The apartment in itself was spacious, with enough rooms for him and guests if ever he was to invite people, with a guest room. He could apparently get himself a little pet, the notice informing him that as long as the pet wasn't too loud it was okay.
Sirius and Remus stayed all the morning, delaying their leave, as if afraid to leave him all alone. He could understand them though, it was the first time that he was living alone, without any of them. It had been hard to convince them to leave, that he was going to be alright. He had to promise them to call every evening to tell them yet again that everything was alright. God Hogwarts was only at one hour from London, if really something was amiss he could easily come back to Grimmauld Place. He was even sure that for the next few months, he was going to get surprise visits the Sunday.
All in all, the day was perfect.
He shouldn't have gone to the convenience store.
Outside the sun was high, the sun warming him with just the perfect heat to be able, in this September's afternoon, to stay in his blue tee-shirt. Shyly he had left the building, greeting the caretaker, Filch if he remembered well. Though really he was only met with a glare, and a hiss from his cat. After stepping out of the building he went down the street, passing before different houses. One of them was surprisingly crowded, with at least five cars in the courtyards, all vintage, except maybe one, which seemed relatively new and modern. All the houses seemed to have their own appearance, to seem unique, relaxing him.
He was at just two houses from the convenience store when, with a loud noise, a van stopped just beside him. With only the time to turn his head, a blindfold obstructed his sight, and his arms were forced in his back, with what seemed to be a rope. A yelp slipped from his mouth and, with a fabric on his nose, a sweetish scent engulfed him, his consciousness fading to black.
So yes, all in all, he should have stayed at his apart. Because right now he was in a van, blinded, tied, without any means to leave or even know where he was or where he was taken. Not that he would have known though, except knowing where was his district he knew no shit about the city. Because as always he never thought before doing anything and really he never expected himself to be out so soon.
He tried to remember what his godfather told him to do if he was in a pinch, like if he was attacked, surrounded or, like in this case, kidnapped. It was a story for another time, but those advice were too much used for his taste.
The most important things was to be calm, to not panick, because as long as you don't know where you were and your surrounding you could do nothing but aggravate your situation. So he tried to calm himself, to ease his shivers, biting at his lips to keep his whimper to himself. His mind blurry, thinking of every situation possible.
The trip wasn't long, at least twenty minutes, if he was to guess, and the door to the van suddenly opened, being yanked out of the car. Two hands grabbed his arms, and an overwhelmed scent of food surrounded him. Too sweet, sugary, making him sick.
He was pushed, moving him forward, 'till he was forced to a stop and a ding echoed. Doors closed behind him, and he felt himself going up.
An elevator.
Where the fuck was he ??? Which type of kidnapper kept their victims in a place with an elevator, because except if he was filthy rich, elevators were in public's buildings !
The elevator kept climbing for what felt like hours, though he was sure that it was just his impression. Finally another ding echoed, the doors opening, and he was pushed forward again, forced to sit in a chair that was way too comfortable to be a chair for kidnapping.
'' Oh you got the guy ??~ '' A man sang, his voice full of spirit.
The man was met with silence, but the rustling that he heard behind him showed him that he wasn't alone.
'' Well, let's remove the blindfold, not like he could know where we are now~''
The blindfold fell, letting the light hit his eyes, making him close his eyes. Blinking, his sight adjusted little by little, 'till he could see a man, a young man, in front of him, smiling at him with a delight that, if he wasn't tied to a chair, would have made him forget that he was in fact kidnapped. Though, without his glasses, the man was still a little blurry, making him frown to be able to, at least, distinguish something.
He was in, as much as he could see, a white room, bare, with only one black shelf at the right of the brown door that he was facing, and it seemed two little white tables at the sides of the room, full of something that he couldn't see for the moment.
The man, who seemed dark, hummed, intrigued, and came near him, looking at him. Brown eyes studied him, making him uncomfortable.
'' Oy... That's not the guy ! ''
Silence ensued.
'' Oh... So that's why he wore glasses that weren't in the picture. '' It was the first time that he heard that voice, which seemed to be from behind him, at his right. The voice was husky, greasy.
'' Uuum... But he wore the same t-shirt that in the picture.'' The voice was from the left this time, puzzled and much piercing than the other.
The dark man pinched his nose, throwing back his head. Well, now Harry could only pray that they won't kill him because he wasn't the right guy... What was next in his godfather's advices again ? Looking around to see his exit, if he recalled right, then he has to wait 'till he was alone and-
''OY PANTS GO CALL THE DRAMA QUEEN !! SHAGGY AND SCOOBY TOOK THE WRONG GUY !! ''
He jumped at the voice, and heard, far away, a high-pitched voice of a woman, mumbling something how looked a lot like ''I'll kill him'' and '' Why is my nickname Pants of all name''.
What a strange group, really.
Five minutes later, a young woman opened the door, Pants, if he guessed right.
'' Shaggy and Scooby, you two can leave, and... I don't know, go eat something, Drama Queen will take care of this !''
He gulped, and looked, his heart in his throat, the two men leave the room, only stopped by the dark man, taking what seemed to be his glasses. The woman looked at him, studying him like the other previously. A catlike smirk appeared on her lips.
'' Well, you're lucky, usually they break everything in their hands, a miracle that your glasses are still in one piece ! '' Humming, the dark man put his glasses back.
Now able to see clearly, he watched the two before him. The dark man had short black hair, nearly bald, with brown almond-shaped eyes. He was wearing a simple white shirt, with tight black jeans and luxurious shoes.
The woman was lightly tan, with long brown hair tied in a high ponytail, and brown, round eyes. She was wearing a black jumpsuit, with a shawl collar from shoulder-to-shoulder, decorated by silvery buttons and a simple necklace with a snake. Hanging earrings were at her ears, in a shower of chains, and at her feet were boots in the same color as the buttons, with heels of at least four inches.
At the same time, the door opened again, letting a blond man enter.
Harry had to remind himself that he was kidnapped.
Sirius bastard ! You never told me what to do if the guy was THIS HOT !!!
He could feel his cheeks warming at the sight. The blond was fit, and tall, in what seemed to be a black tuxedo, with an emerald shirt, a black coat and trouser, and at his feet, leather black shoes. The first buttons of his shirt were opened, without a tie, letting a part of his clavicle visible, his skin a white pearl drying his mouth.
And his hair god. Soft at sight, short on the sides, with strand of hair falling from above, sometime in his silver eyes and yet perfectly styled. Blond, nearly white.
It was an angel, Harry was sure of this.
His pink lips turned into a devilish smirk.
'' So... They took the wrong guy ? '' His voice god, Harry could listen to it every day if he was allowed. Smooth, rough, and yet, so, so sexy.
'' I told ya that they weren't capable of doing this ! They're perfect to handle, to stop resistance, yes. But they can't think a shit ! They need at least someone to be the brain, otherwise we'll only end like that ! ''
The man looked at him, studying him, like the other previously did, and yet, completely differently. It was like he could see everything, his body, his thought, who he was. A single eyebrow raise.
'' You two can leave, I'll handle this''
The woman puffed and pushed the dark man to the door, closing behind them. In a disturbing calm, the blond man went behind him, and he could feel the ropes slip from his wrists. He rubbed at the red skin, trying to appease it.
'' Sorry for all of this, those two rarely go in missions like this, but they still need to sometime, to at least learn. Tea or coffee ? ''
He gulped, and tried to look at the wall.
'' Um, tea... Please.''
He pushed a table with a tea set 'till it was in front of him – so that was what was on the tables, set of tea and coffee – and took a chair for himself, seeming pleased. With an elegance that Harry would never be able to have, he prepared the tea, humming.
'' I never saw you before around.
- Is it that surprising ?
- A little, I'm rather proud of my knowledge of the inhabitant of Hogwarts. And you seem to be around my age. Let me guess... New here ? ''
Harry blinked, and the blond chuckled.
'' My dear, you have to do something to your face, not that you're not cute but, let's say that you're rather open, like a book.
- Wha- ''
He was red, he was sure. And the man took a pleasure at seeing him like that, it was on his face.
'' Your name ? ''
Harry frowned.
'' It's not really polite to ask without introducing yourself. ''
He smirked.
'' True, however you understand that I can't possibly give you my true name, right ? Thus I can only give you my nickname.
- Oh yes... Wasn't it Drama Queen ? ''
His face fell. It would have been funny, if he wasn't locked in a place that he didn't know. Harry watched him with attention as the man was mumbling to himself something like '' I'll kill them'' or ''Next time I won't be as kind to them''. In a second, the man recollected himself, erasing the anger with a smile and looking at Harry.
'' Thankfully this isn't my nickname, no. You can call me Draconis. Now, will you tell me your name ? Think that even if you don't tell me now, I'll find out later, as I said previously, I'm rather proud of my knowledge. '' His smile sharpened. Harry gulped.
'' … Harry. Harry Potter. I... I just moved today, thus why... Why you didn't know.
- Harry... I see, I understand now. Well... Welcome to Hogwarts, though I'm sure, as a first day, you would have prefered something else.''
Looking at the time, he poured the tea in the cups, with an unreal elegance, and set one down in front of him. His own in his hands, he blew gently before taking a sip.
''So... Harry.''
He looked at him, pearl grey studying him, a stealth smirk on his lips, seeming to take perverse pleasure in saying his name. Mimicking him, Harry took his cup, his mouth dries, and took a tentative sip.
'' Are you gay ?''
Harry choked.
Chapter 2: Twice is coincidence, Third is a pattern
Notes:
Aaand I'M BAAACK !!
Just in time really !
I won't explain why this chapter took months to appear, because in the end I think that I don't regret that I'm late.
Nooo instead I will talk about my life that I'm so proud actually ! Because I found a fucking jooooob !!
Well, truthfully it's not a job that I like a lot, I'm cashier in a shopping center, and I'm an introvert. So it goes as well as it can be.BUT AT LEAST I HAVE MONEEEY !!
And that, young children, is the most important thing. Especially this year because, in December, I'm travelling to London for a weeeeek !!!
So yes, I needed money to be able to spend as much as possible while I'm there~ And if some of you live in Britain or in London, I would be really happy if you could tell me anything that could be useful for my trip. Like which shopping center are popular there, the public transports, or even if you want to recommend a shop or restaurant that you like a lot !With that, I'm leaving you with today's chapter that will start the first arc of this story, full of crack !
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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A vein popped on his forehead, his gaze as deadly as any weapons ever created.
And in front of him, with a Colgate smirk, the Devil itself. Or more precisely, Draco Malfoy.
He discovered it during his first week that the man was in fact totally know in the city, with his friends, his agency, and what they do. And it completely infuriated him. To think that kidnapping was now a completely legal job.
The world was going crazy.
With him, apparently, because seriously how can he still find the man attractive after that ??
'' I know that I'm beautiful but could you please stop looking at me like that ? It makes me feel shy~ ''
He cringed.
As if that demon could feel like this. He gulped, trying to concentrate, his face as cold as possible.
'' I'm here again.
- You're here again, nice observation~
- Why. Am. I. Here. Again ????
- Uuum... Good question. Seems like you really like it here~ ''
He glared at him. For the umpteenth time. Two was a coincidence, three a pattern. And today was the third time that it happened, in three weeks ! Was it going to be fucking weekly ?? Couldn't they just leave him the fuck alone ???
The only change in all of this was the fucking room that he had been left: a spacious room all in white with some painting, which looked more like a living-room with an open kitchen than anything. There was a cream sofa, in leather, with pillows and blankets in a coffee color, each as soft-looking as the others, and a coffee table in front of the couch, in a black hue, embellished with vintage books, flowers in a vase of glass (and was it red roses ???) and folders. All around them were some furniture, like a bookcase, a fucking fridge, a telly, another table but to eat (with yet again many red roses on it, but a set of tea too) and with cream chairs.
Which were sooo comfortable that you had to ask yourself in which type of chair you sat all your life because what the hell it was like sitting in a cloud, and... And was it a fucking balcony that he could see from the French windows ???
'' Joking, joking~ Well as you can see, our little Shaggy and Scooby have, yet again, made a mistake~ ''
He inhaled, trying to calm himself.
'' And why, if I can ask, are they YET AGAIN, sent in missions when clearly they don't know how to work ?? Last time, and really it hurt me to even remember it, you promised me that they would stop going in missions... SO WHY THE FUCKING FUCK AM I HERE AGAIN ??? ''
And that bastard have the nerves to smile at him.
'' I confess, I may have let them do the mission to be able to work on a more important one.
- And could I know what was sooo important about that other ''mission'' ?!
- Of course darling!~ - Don't call me that ! - It was requested by the Mayor himself~ I can't go into the details as you can already guess, but you can understand that, as much as I liike my daily customers – they're so much interesting really – I can't really say no to the Mayor ! So the only thing that I could do was working myself on his request, while leaving our little eaters to our daily customers~ ''
He closed his eyes, breathing slowly.
Fuck.
He couldn't even tell whether it was true or not. It seemed unreal. Like, really, the Mayor really needed to kidnap someone ?? But, he wasn't in contact with him, never really knew how he looked and if in the end it was true, he was just going to embarrass himself.
Not that he wouldn't embarrass himself if in the end everything was false.
Inhaling a last time, he opened his eyes and glared at the beautifu– the horrible man in front of him.
'' So, when will you finally freed me from those ropes ?? I'm not really fan of the kidnapping thing you see, or just being tied, really.
- Not as kinky as I hoped, a shame... But that's okay it makes things even more interesting~''
Rude. And totally inappropriate.
The Devil walked toward him, like a hunter approaching his prey, and with swift and soft touches, untied the rope tying his hands to the beautiful white chair.
A puff of air against his ear made him shiver.
'' Tea, I presume?~''
Wordlessly, he nodded, observing silently the blond prepare tea. When the cup appeared in his hands and the sweet taste of jasmine skimmed his taste buds, he frowned at himself. He was starting to feel too at ease, that wasn't good.
'' Again, I'd like to apologize, those idiots can't seem to think by themselves, and it seems that you became their favorite target~ Every day I can't help thinking that I'm only surrounded by brainless monkey ! Aaah...''
He looked at the worst actor of this world, not even surprised.
'' Can I add that Blaise was there too ?
- … It's exactly my point though. ''
How the heck he was still supported was a mystery, one that he didn't want to solve truthfully.
Even though his family was one of the richer of the country, Draco Malfoy had never been able to stay still and showed a talent in affair which surpassed even his father.
It started at a young age.
At five years old and the appearance of a little angel, little Draco sold, during a party organized by his parents, cocktails and lemonades for 3£. Without his parents even realizing.
Discreetly, the little child had been able to take many pre-filled glasses of cocktail, and asked one of the servant some lemonades and glasses, presenting them at a table a little behind with a little notice that said '' 3£ one glass – For the children without toys ''.
Of course in his head, said children was in fact himself.
Following this, little Draco kept doing many sell of different things. At eleven years old, and even though his parents forbade him to participate at what they called a waste of time, which was much precisely the bazaar of the school, Draco Malfoy had been able to create the most expensive and yet the most popular stand of the event. Without even being present. The idea was simple : throwing a tantrum at his parents, little Draco had been able to get a little box full of many expensive toys. With this little box, some bags of candy, and after ''recruiting'' some of his friends, little Draco installed the game.
With many wires linked to each object, the client just had to pull at one of them to get an object, from the simple candy bag, to one of the newest video game. However, little Draco was really smart, and along with his friends had been able to keep to himself most of those games. Some video games were stuck, not able to move, with wire loose. With the clients warned that some wire had no price, and after showing that it was possible to get a video game, nobody suspected that everything was in fact a masquerade.
It had been discovered much later that he was in fact the one behind this.
All in all, even though his parents kept telling him that he didn't have to work, Draco Malfoy never thought that he shouldn't work. And it's at the age of nineteen years old that, during a party with his friends, he came with the idea of his agency.
And one year after the official opening of his agency, Draco Malfoy was bored. Not of his work, of course, his work was a blessing in his life, because if it wasn't an attraction to some of the inhabitants, it was in fact a serious work. From those who asked to be kidnapped to know what it felt, to those who asked one to be able to pay someone else. Or even find someone lost, or to finally be able to say the three truth of a cheater in his face (those one were always awfully funny).
His work was as variable than a Weasley, and to say the least, too many Weasley existed.
Thus, it was with a need of change that Draco Malfoy woke up this calm morning of September, leaving his complex in his usual work clothes.
The day had been simple, some reservation to afraid someone, some to really ask something.
And then the two idiots made a mistake.
He had never been as pleased with them that at that moment, truly.
Big green, beautiful eyes framed with round gold glasses looked back at him, with a frown that would kill anyone, but him. Brown, nearly black curly hair reached the end of the nape, framing slightly tan skin embellished with brown freckles and full reddish lips that he wanted to bite. Thin and small and yet a little muscly, with a round face.
Everything that just made him want to eat him all.
He was smitten at first sight.
And that was why, after that day, a new mission appeared in the private board of the agency:
Kidnap Harry Potter at every chance that you get.
Though, after some research, he changed it to:
Get me Harry Potter once a week.
It wouldn't be good to be hated by the sweet creature, especially since, from what he could see, the boy really loved his work at the bakery with... Molly Weasley.
To think that this angel was working at The Burrow... It wasn't even really popular ! Of course, he had nothing against the woman (it was only her children that he had some hard time to accept) but his angel was worth much more than that. But he could do nothing since the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen in all his life only appeared when his angel worked there.
So for now he was content with just having Harry in his agency (and more precisely, in this new room that he arranged with his sweetie's name on the door). With time he was going to come willingly he was sure.
And it was after escorting his sweet little Harry, without missing the chance to make him blush, that another surprise was waiting after him in his office.
His left eyebrow rose, intrigued by what he saw.
'' Well...Never thought that I'll see you there in the customer's side...
- Tss, me neither. ''
They stayed silent, the man before him letting his eyes' wander everywhere but at the blond. The silence stretched, neither of them seeming to want to break the silence. That is, until Draco, taking a sip of his coffee, realized that it was cold. He sighed.
'' So, what do you need ? Someone is waiting for me and I don't want to make him wait. The other man snorted.
- What a joke, as if you cared enough about someone to not gloat at my expense. Go on, I know how much you want to laugh at me when I swore to never take a foot here.''
Pressing his lips hard, they twisted in a weird grimace, his eyes wandering around to be sure that nobody was there except his co-workers, until, seeming to reach his limit, the blond bursted into laughter so hard that he doubled over, tears flowing from his eyes.
'' YOU BET THAT THIS DAY WILL BE MARKED IN THE HISTORY OF THE AGENCY AHAHAH !!! I-I OH GOD I CAN'T !!! THIS IS WHY I CREATED THIS PLACE ! TO SEE YOU ONE DAY PASS THE DOOR AND WATCHING YOU LOSE THAT GRYFFINDOR PRIDE THAT YOU LOVE OH SO MUCH ! ''
With a face full a disgust, at himself or at the man before him, he let him laugh at his heart content, his face as red as a tomato, blending awfully with his hair. After some minutes full of laughter, he huffed.
'' Yeah I know 'Oh that's so funny blah blah blah' now can we go back to actual business ?! Or I'm leaving.''
Red from laughing, Draco straightened, his trademark smirk back on his face.
'' So, what is it that you want ? Pfff - Or, should I say, Oh god it's gorgeous - who do you want us to kidnap... Weasley ? ''
Notes:
Not so proud of this chapter I have to say, but I needed to pass this chapter to start the most enjoyable ones. I will maybe rewrite this one later, but I couldn't stay stuck there when I just want to post the next chapters.
I'm thinking of making a map of the city and some design of the many places that will be present in the story, and some design of the characters. What do you think ?
As always don't be shy and tell me what you think, I'll always answer you !
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