Disclaimer: I do own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Also, the plot and dialogues are not mine either, they belong to Hajin Yoo.
Also, this is our first story so be gentle. Thank you!
So, I've decided to combine the first chapter with the second. Sorry for any confusion!
Chapter 1.
I'm pretty sure that the downfall of humans can be completely attributed to their curiosity.
The sound of splashing water can be heard distinctively; the mop broomstick is being hold steadily by a pair of hands as the invisible dusts on the floor are wiped away, even though the mind of the holder is dangerously wondering to another galaxy.
That's at least the philosophy in life I, Harry Potter, developed over my 23 years of life.
Harry let out a breath, resting his chin slightly on the top of the mop broomstick and causing his glasses slightly askew. He decides to take a break, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
'Oy'
Lost in his own thoughts, Harry fails to notice the call.
'Harry?'
This time, he turns around. Two blokes in suits that seem to be around their thirties look at him expectantly, one wearing black shades even though it is indoors.
'Hey you, bring me a cup of coffee' says the more foreboding of the two.
'Get a beer for me while you're at it' adds the other.
Immediately, Harry plasters a big smile. 'Yes, sirs-'. Though the smile is evident on his face, his mind is cautious of his surroundings. The Slytherin Credit Union is one of the active and a successful branch of Malfoy Inc. has. Too much success in a short period can be a little suspicious though.
Don't get me wrong. I may work at a rather 'suspicious' office, but I can assure you, I do not belong to the mafia.
Harry gives the two men their requested drinks on a tray. Though their physical appearances combining with their stern expressions can be doubtful at the first glance, but most of them are quite a friendly lot. Appreciations are given as Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe accept their drinks.
'What would be best with that than crackers?' Harry shows the extra food he provides on the tray.
'Whoa. You read my mind, kid' replies Gregory appreciatively as he takes a bite out of a cracker.
'This iced coffee is not half bad either' comments Vincent, sipping from the straw.
Enjoying their drinks with the addition of the side crackers, the low creak of the main doors isn't heard by any of the workers in the office, including Harry. They are having a pleasant morning as they bite on the last crumbs and sip noisily from the straw.
But the great bang of the entrance doors seizes everyone's immediate attention. Subsequently, formal echoes of 'Good Morning, Boss!' fill the atmosphere of the office.
The uncaring prior aura shifts dramatically as two blokes walk in through the door. The boss has platinum blonde hair with a grim expression on his face with his current lover trailing behind him, a small figured black-haired boy.
Even before Harry turns his head, he knows it was them.
There they are. The two bastards who have ruined my life!
He finally spins his head towards them with distaste.
Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom!
'Man, it's hot!' whines Draco, shooting glares at his employees as a product of his irritated mood.
'I guess the summer is really here now' retorts Neville.
Seamus flinches visibly under Draco's glare and Harry tries to stand his ground and maintain his expression as to not provoke the boss. As though by an invisible force, a pathway clears for the boss and his lover. The loyal employees bow their heads respectively.
'Idiot! What're you doing drinking beer even before breakfast?' Draco snaps at Goyle.
'I'm sorry sir!' Goyle bows after placing the beer on the tray.
'Hey' Draco's demanding tone doesn't ease out Harry's discomfort 'bring me some of that liquor I was drinking last night'. His expression becomes more annoy when he's conversing with Harry.
'Iced coffee for me' adds Neville.
The embarrassment and resentment fills Harry as he forces himself to comply with the demands.
To begin my story, I'll have to backtrack a couple of months.
Flashback starts
'Hey! I warned you about your eyes from checking out losers?'
Neville, with face of fury, threw a hard-cover book with all his force. The object hit the back of Harry's head and the latter let out a howl of pain. The stinging ache on his head couldn't be registered when he turned to see Neville's face.
Yes, up until a couple of months ago, Neville and I were a couple.
'What's the point of even dating if you're going to do that shit?' Neville's face was becoming a shade of red as the rage increased beyond his plump face; steams might as well be pouring out of his ears and nostrils. 'Forget it! We're through!' The stomps indicated Neville's departure along with a few mutterings.
But alas, I am, by nature, an affectionate person, if anything.
Harry let out a long sigh.
So, I give my affection to everyone I come across.
Harry walked in large strides along the corridor of his Hogwarts College, scratching the back of his head, speculating the next action he was suppose to take to make up for his mistake this time.
My problems began when I didn't make much of our fights, especially since fighting was sort of our modus operandi.
Harry stopped dead in his tracks when someone halted him from the back, gripping his shoulder lightly. He turned around warily and slowly.
To make matters worse, temptation came a calling at the right time.
The soft and inviting hands lingered along Harry's.
Suddenly, my curiosity was aroused.
The pleading and alluring eyes; the fall of the strand of brown hair across his eye; the sweet smile given only encouraged Harry to test his hypothesis. Oh, the temptation was too great to pass.
It is possible for one to have great sex with someone he doesn't love?
Harry sat on the edge of the bed and placed his glasses back on his face; he blew a puff of smoke, his hand resting on his chin as he finally concluded his answer.
It was possible.
'Harry!' At the familiar call of his name, Harry sat up, rigid and scared shitless.
As I said, that damned curiosity was to blame.
'Hey, you-' As soon as Neville entered the room and was represented with the scene of Harry biting his fingernails profusely with a lone figure sleeping on the other side of the bed, his mind stopped functioning.
Curiosity is the problem. It was for me, too.
Neville's eyes grew bigger as shock and betrayal crossed his expression. His body took a mind of their own as he bolted out of the room, leaving Harry's explanation hanging. Harry was thrown by the extreme disapproving and disappointment that flashed in Neville's eyes the split second before he stormed out.
I'm sorry, Neville.
Please pick up.
I'm a worthless bastard. I know, Neville.
Where are you?
Still no replies, Harry stuffed his mobile phone back into his pocket. He scratched the back of his head wearily, standing at the entrance of his college and keeping his eyes out for Neville. Another sigh escaped his lips.
A month of unanswered pleas for forgiveness passed before I saw Neville again,
Gushes of students admiring the new Ferrari as it drove to the entrance weren't easing out Harry's migraine. The car stopped exactly at the entrance, blocking the path. Though as the driver's door opened, it immediately caught Harry's attention.
With a handsome guy who could've passed for an actor.
A young man, who seemed near Harry's age, stepped out of the car. His tall and lean body moved with confidence yet uncaring and fluid motion which complimented his pale skin and pointed face. The sleek blonde hair glistened in the sun, blinding anyone within his range, including Harry. The most stunning were his stone grey eyes, partially covered by his long fringe as it glazed across his high cheek bone structure.
That was the second time in my life I've seen such a good-looking guy.
Harry's jaw was slightly dropped as he watched the god-like creature strolled in front of his eyes.
Eh?
The person turned Harry's way.
He's looking this way?
Then he started pacing.
He's walking towards me?
Harry shifted slightly. But behind the striking male, another person was getting out of the Ferrari that caught Harry's awareness. 'Huh?' The plump face and small figure were indifferent since the last time Harry saw him. 'Neville!'
Harry reached out, planning to make his way to Neville but only to be blocked by the sex god's firm body. He looked down at Harry, his expression unpromising. 'So, you're the fucker who's been relentlessly stalking Neville?'
'Excuse me?' Harry replied, confused.
Without anytime to fully face the person, a hard blow met Harry's cheek. The latter was thrown backwards by the force, his jaw aching. Several more blows were given resulting with Harry curled on the ground, clutching his gut and several bruises covering his body with a cut lip, grunting timidly.
That day also marked the second time in my life I've ever had my ass kicked that badly.
Harry kept his eyes shut, following his instincts.
The god-like spoke again 'If I ever see you again, it will be last time anyone sees you' and if his tone was any indication, his words should not be taken lightly.
'Hey' this time it was Neville's voice, 'why don't you give him a job at your office and try him out?' At Neville's suggestion, Harry's eyes became wide open and despite the pain, he was quite alarmed of where this implication was heading.
'Besides, you said you didn't like girls cause they never last long' Neville went on, 'He cleans, makes good coffee … he'll come in handy' Neville suddenly bended slightly, looking at Harry's bruised face with a malicious smile, 'I'm sure you'd do that much for me, your old-time lover, right Harry?'
And to Harry's horror, the blonde prat was already considering it!
Flashback ends
That is how my life as a mafia underling began.
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