Chapter 2: Damn it, Draco
A/N: Thank you for everyone who has reviewed, favorite, or followed this story; I really appreciate it. Just so we can clear up some confusion, Harry is new to Las Vegas since he had just moved from England to the U.S.A., and I know it's wrong to give a stranger your full name (hello, that is basically the only rule I had when I was a child.) but Harry was a little frisky with the alcohol, even though he didn't show it. Applause to the red panda alchemist for finding out it had to do with drugs (if it wasn't obvious that Voldemort is a mob boss). Oh, and I totally forgot to say where this story takes place, for those of you who don't know what state is basically thought of as the City of Sin, it's Las Vegas, Nevada. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series or the movies. I'm just doing this for my pleasure and for you to get your daily Harry/Voldemort slashy goodness. I do own the plot! You all know that J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter characters.
Warnings: SLASH! BoyXBoy! Non-magical character! Language, violence, drugs, and sex!
"Damn it Draco," Harry snarled at his on again off again lover while pacing the floor of his living room. "Why didn't you tell me there were drug lords here? Now I have Voldemort after my ass, THE FUCKING KING OF THE UNDERWORLD! Where were you when he assaulted me? Oh, I remember, passed out in the corner from too many drinks. Do you have any fucking idea how much shit I'm in?"
"Darling, we both know that you enjoyed it; you practically drool over the man's picture in the magazines I bring you. Yes, he rules the Underworld, but he can protect you, hopefully, from the people who still want to fuck with you after that last incident you had." The aforementioned man chuckled, checking his manicured nails for any imperfections. Harry scowled at being reminded of what happened the last time he visited Las Vegas, it wasn't his fault that he accidently spilt his coffee on Bellatrix LeStrange. Besides the dumb bitch was asking for it, trying to trip him while he was holding his drink, there's a reason why they put 'caution contents are hot' on the damn lid. He smiled cruelly at the expression the woman had on her face when she got a face full of steaming hot vanilla cappuccino.
"Draco, you and I need to go see Hermione, you know she'll want to know about this." Harry hid the satisfied smile that wanted to appear on his face when he saw the blonde's face drop, pulling out his phone to call his best friend, already dialing Hermione's number before Draco could protest.
"Now Harry, let's not go through unnecessary trouble trying to find a solution to this. We can simply go to my father, you know he's second-in-command to Voldemort. He could help in lessening Voldemort's obsession somewhat. In fact, I'll ca-" the platinum-haired man was interrupted when Harry held up a finger telling him silently to shut up.
"Hey Hermione, it's me Harry. I was wondering if Draco and I could come over today, we need your help in solving a little problem." Harry inquired while walking to the kitchen counter to grab his car keys. "We'll be over there in fifteen minutes. Bye."
Facing his friend he opened his apartment door. "Come on, don't make me drag your ass over there." He threatened, smirking at the pout the blonde had on his face as he walked out, defeated. Locking the door behind him, he jogged down the stairs and out to the parking lot, stopping next to a gapping Draco to stare Harry's pride and joy. (Not that pride and joy. Just wanted to make sure that the idea was out of your head.)
"Damn Harry, when did you get a Koenigsegg CCX? I know you have the Potter and Black fortunes, but this must've put a dent in your wallet." Draco whistled, impressed with the beautiful machine.
"It was a Christmas present I got last year from Sirius before he passed away. It's really the only thing I have to remember of him, besides the Marauders Map."
"It's a beauty. You're actually going to drive this to Hermione's house? Are you insane? Weasley would never let you leave the driveway."
"Of course I am. What else am I supposed to drive; my BMW is in New York. Now, get in the car." He commanded while unlocking the car doors. The purr of the engine and the smell of leather soothed his agitation, letting him forget momentarily that he had a drug lord after his bum. Shifting the car into reverse, he backed out of his parking space, holding Draco's head to the side as it got in the way of the rearview mirror. He let go of the disgruntled blonde's head to change the gears to drive, zipping off into the busy street, turning occasionally onto a new street every now and then. After much complaining from Draco, Harry finally veered into the driveway of a large, white house. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, he strode around the car to Draco's side, seeing through the window that the blonde was stubbornly seated in the car. Green eyes flashed with annoyance at the childish behavior. Harry proceeded to open the door and grab a hold of Draco's Armani covered arm, slowly dragging him into the open air.
"Come on Malfoy, don't act like a little kid. Unless you want me to start calling you Dracy-poo." Reminding his friend of the nickname Pansy Parkinson, one of Draco's obsessed girlfriends, called him. He snickered at the horrified look Draco gave him, succeeding in the mission of getting the man out of the car.
"Fine, I'm out. Happy now? Just don't call me that despicable pet name." The blonde shuddered in disgust at the thought of his crazy ex-girlfriend.
"Of course dear, let's go knock. It's rude to keep you host waiting, after all."
The two men walked up the stone pathway to the wood door, ringing the doorbell to announce their arrival. Quickly the door swung open to reveal a woman in his mid-twenties, wearing an orange dress and a big smile.
"Harry! How good it is to see you." The woman greeted, giving the emerald-eyed man a tight hug. "Come inside. Nice to see you to, Draco."
Harry walked into the house, towing a petulant blonde after him. He smiled at the smell of baking pie, reminding him of the Burrow, the place where he spent most of his summers as a child.
"Where's Ron?" he questioned. "Is he at work still?"
"Yes, he just called to tell me he had an important case to attend to. Something about a fight between Voldemort and Dumbledore, though I can't imagine what they would fight over. Must be something about stocks, as usual. Anyway, what's your problem Harry?" Hermione asked, curious about what would get her friend so flustered that he would call her for help.
"Well, a certain someone decided to take me to that new club that opened up, you know the Room of Requirement; to make the long story short, Voldemort flirted with me and know he has an obsession with me." With a pointed glare to a very special person, Harry continued. "We need your help to lessen that fixation. Draco wants to ask his father for help, but I know Lucius will only encourage it. Don't give that look Draco, you know how much your father wants me to find another lover."
"You're lucky Ron was assigned to a case involving Voldemort, he left a file on his office desk filled with information about the Underworld. Nothing important really, just how the system works and who's at the top. Let me go get it for you." The brunette woman turned and walked down the hallway, opening a door on the left. A minute later she came back with a thick manila file under her arm, handing it to Harry.
"Here. Read through it and call me if anything confuses you." Patting Harry's arm, Hermione showed the two men to the door. "We should go out soon. There's a new restaurant we should go to."
"The Three Broomsticks? Sure, I loved to. See you, Hermione." Harry replied while giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye Harry. Take care will you? Don't let this thing get into your head." Waving her hand in farewell. Harry turned to Draco, grabbing his hand to tug him down the pathway to the car. Opening the car door, he shoved the blonde into the passenger seat.
"I hope you like reading, because you have a lot research to do." He informed, letting a pleased grin appear on his attractive face.
Somewhere on the other side of town sat a tall man smirking in victory, maroon eyes stared with pleasure at the papers on his desk. He was one step closer to getting his Little One; nothing could stand in his way. Except Dumbledore, that old coot was interfering with his mission, trying to hide away information about Harry Potter. Nonetheless, he would be dealt with accordingly, and then he could celebrate his victory with a rather passionate round of sex with a certain emerald- eyed boy.
I am REALLY sorry for the long wait. I had exams this week and I needed to study for them. The next chapter will feature Harry and Draco (mostly Draco) reading the contents in the file. Sorry if this wasn't as good as last chapter, I'm still trying to get into Harry's personality. For Harry's wealth, the Potters own law offices all around Europe and the Blacks own one of the best weapon making industries in the world. Harry is involved in his inheritance, but right now one of his trusted acquaintances is managing the companies. Please review, follow, and favorite. Maybe you'll get two extra chapters on the next update, who knows…
-LoudAndProud.
