A/N: Because I love you and a plot bunny literally humped my leg...here's another chapter!
Chance Meetings
AU/AR: Draco/Harry
(Non-magic universe)
Chapter Four: Draco the Snake
Harry was in the midst of deciding between two outfits when his mobile began to ring.
"Harry," Terry's voice was gruff. "He's a gang leader, Harry."
"Wait, who's a gang leader?" Harry was entirely confused with Terry's sudden call and information.
"That tall wanker you know with the blue eyes and platinum blonde hair," he replied angrily. "I knew I had seen him somewhere. Whatever you do, do not involve yourself further with him."
"I'm confused," Harry held the phone to the other ear. "How would you know this?"
"I use to work for the police force," Terry admitted. "Well, I still do on occasion...that is beside the point. I was in charge of investigating several gangs within this district. The Slytherins is a fairly large group and very difficult to infiltrate. Draco the Snake is the leader of that group, Harry. That prick you brought in the other day, he is Draco the Snake."
"W-what?!" Harry was too surprised to say anything else. Holding the mobile closer to his ear as if that would somehow make it a bit more comprehensible, he spoke slowly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Terry retorted simply.
"Well I'm seeing him tonight," Harry breathed. "I'll find out for myself."
"No Harry!" Terry almost yelled into the receiver, startling Harry. "I will come by and pick you up. Stay here the night until I can figure this out. I have some contacts in the force that I can rely on to help."
Harry shook his head, letting out a deep breath. "There is no need for all that. I trust what you say, Terry, but I need to hear it from him."
"I'm coming right now." Terry hung up the phone, and Harry just stared at his mobile as if the answers lie there. What the bloody hell was with this damsel in distress attitude everyone seemed to take with him?! He was a bloody man! He was fully capable of taking care of himself. Letting out a groan, he threw the offending mobile to his bed.
Looking towards the clock, he noticed that it was close to five-thirty. Walking from his room and noticing Ron gone the one time he really needed his mate, he gathered up a few things. Terry was as stubborn as a bull in times like these. Going back to his mobile, he dialed Draco.
"Well well," Draco's silky voice almost sang. "It is certainly unlike you to make the first move...or call rather."
"Shut it Draco," Harry had very little temper left. "I will cut to the chase...are you or are you not Draco the Snake?"
There was silence before a small laugh came over the line. "Who did you hear that from? Your little lap dog boss?"
Harry curled his hands around the phone before biting out his next words. "Answer my question."
"Yes," Draco said coolly. "Let's discuss this in a minute...come to your door."
Harry was startled when a loud bang came at the door. Shutting off the phone and cursing Draco for being early, he nearly tore the door off its hinges as he opened it. Draco had his hair falling gracefully over his brow. He was dressed down in a smart, black suit. It was tailored to adhere to his perfect shape. A dark green tie over a silver button-done peeked from the suit jacket. Draco looked good enough to eat, and Harry had to do his best to remain impassive as he gazed at the twin icy-blue depths that rested on his half-dressed form.
"Not ready? I can wait," Draco said smoothly before advancing on Harry. Unconsciously, he stepped back, and Draco used it as an opportunity to step inside their dinky flat.
"So Draco...the Snake," Harry started as he drew his arms against his chest. "Explain."
Draco turned on Harry but his eyes were immediately blazing with rage. Harry felt his courage seep through him and be replaced by an unimaginable fear. He swallowed and felt hands grip his shoulders from behind him.
"I see I am late," Terry said as he pulled Harry backwards and into his chest. "Then again, I always did have terrible timing."
The intensity in Draco's eyes was alarming. He was quiet, but the rage was blazing around him. The playful Draco was hidden away underneath the dark rage of this new Draco. He advanced on them, his eyes never leaving Terry's. "My mates would be very glad to see you, Terry. A few of them, I think you have met."
Draco was pulling out a mobile, but before he could, Harry was pulling away from Terry. "Put that back in your pocket. Both of you simmer down or I swear, I will leave and never speak to either one of you!"
Terry stiffened behind him, and Draco stalled in his dialing. Harry was breathing heavily between the two men feeling much more like a barrier rather than a man in this circumstance. "I keep my word Draco. I will give you another chance like I promised. However, I expect a full explanation upon our arrival to where ever you planned to go." Harry turned to Terry and glared. "I am an adult and not your responsibility. I appreciate your concern, but I can make my own decisions. Is that understood?"
Terry looked at him fiercely before turning his gaze upwards. "If I hear anything happened, next time I see you it won't be a meeting of words."
"Fine by me," Draco scoffed.
Terry left, not without hesitation, but Harry did his best to plead with him. Afterward, Harry quickly dressed into his best clothes, knowing they were no match for his chic partner. When they got to the lot, Harry looked about for the bike only for it not to be there but a Lotus Exige in its place. The car was for lack of a better word – glorious. It had a beautiful silver and green finish and an all black interior. Harry slid into the car, enamored with the pure power of the design.
"Where's your Nimbus?" Harry breathed. Draco gazed at him with a small upturn of his lip and mirth dancing in his eyes.
"Disappointed? I figured this would be a more appropriate transport for the evening," Draco put the car into gear and revved the engine. The vibrations felt amazing as they sped off down the lot and towards the road. Harry struggled to get his belt on, thankfully hearing the click as they turned with incredible speed to soar down the uncrowded street.
"So are you going to explain or do I have to find a ride home? I fear I may be walking as cab fare has eaten my funds sadly." Draco passed him what he could only describe as a guilty glance before returning his eyes to the road.
"It was not by choice," Draco said finally speaking. "It is a family business of sorts. My father was the leader before I was forced into leadership..."
"Forced into leadership?"
Draco sighed, "My father, Lucius Malfoy, was arrested on some minor charges. He is serving a five year sentence. In his stead, my being the only son and heir, I was to assume leadership."
"You didn't have a choice?" Harry was slightly perplexed.
"I could spend the entire evening doing my best to explain and it would still be unclear, Harry."
Harry jolted to the left as they made a quick right turn. Harry braced himself on Draco's arm before they came to a stop in front of a low-lit restaurant parking lot. Harry unbuckled his seat belt but his wrist was grabbed quickly, halting his movements. He looked up as Draco pulled him forward.
"I really never expected to involve you so deeply, Harry." Draco was whispering, his mouth a mere inch from Harry's. "I just can't leave you alone it seems."
Harry was holding his breath as those lips hovered near his. Blue depths met his green, holding him before their mouths met in a heated kiss. He was pulled forward in a slightly awkward position, but he barely acknowledged it. He was lost to all the sensations as a tongue slid along his.
Draco pulled away with a smirk. "Shall we go inside?"
Harry breathed, "Wait..this gang..."
"I promise you that I will explain as in depth as I can," Draco cut in. "However, I would prefer it if we were inside."
Harry let out another breath before nodding.
When they were shown to a rather private booth towards the back of the restaurant, Harry was already questioning the man at his side. Draco had barely settled into his seat when Harry hit him with his first question.
"Why should I be with a gang leader...forced or not?"
"Harry," Draco scorned.
"Answer my question."
"I was forced, Harry. I would prefer it if I was not involved at all but you have to understand that they are my family, regardless of who they are."
Harry glanced downward. "Yeah, well I wouldn't really understand that feeling really."
Draco was silent before he continued. "It is all I have ever known."
"There is no way around it?"
"Not at the moment, no."
"And..." Harry hesitated around his words. "If I were to continue like this with you..."
"I would never let anything happen to you," a hand clasped him under his chin and forced him to meet the blond's gaze.
"I'm not afraid for myself," Harry replied honestly.
"I promise you that nothing I have been doing has been illegal."
Harry gave him a disbelieving look.
"Really Harry."
Harry was pulled forward by the hand and his mouth covered in a searing kiss. He wanted to pull away, but instead, he curled into the taller man and returned the kiss. A hand slid beneath the cover of his shirt and teased the sensitive flesh there. Harry's breathing hitched as those fingers strayed further upwards, drawing dizzy circles over his sensitive skin. Harry felt the heat jolt right to his hardening length as those fingers found his perked nipples.
"W-wait," Harry tried breathing through the touch and arousal it elicited.
"Should I stop?" Draco's lips ghosted over his neck, nipping and suckling until the flesh became bruised and red. Harry let out a groan, hands clenching the man's jacket. Harry was having a hard time responding as those hands traced every part of his torso.
Someone cleared their throat, and Harry jolted as Draco turned to the offender.
"What is it Severus?" A tall man with stark as night hair in a black suit stood beside the table.
"You are needed at the estate," the man said in a low baritone devoid of any emotion.
"Can you not see that I am busy?" Draco said roughly.
"Yes," Severus retorted. "You were unreachable through your mobile, so I was forced to come in person. I will see to it that your...little friend...returns home safely."
Harry felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger bubble in his chest. Pulling away from Draco, he stood from the table. "I can get home myself. Thank you for the lovely evening, Draco. I see you are currently needed elsewhere, so I will bid you goodnight."
Draco stood and followed him out of the booth. "Harry, come with me. I won't be long."
"No thank you," Harry replied over his shoulder. "We can continue this another day..."
Draco pulled him backwards by his hand, "Do you give me your word?"
Harry bit his lower lip as he looked to the floor. He wasn't sure what he felt towards Draco, but a part of him wanted to continue to see the other despite the circumstances. He straightened and gazed back towards Draco. "Yes, I will see you again."
Draco smiled, genuinely, and pulled Harry towards him for another passionate kiss before letting go. "I will be in touch."
Harry could only nod absently before he spun on his heels and left.
Thankfully, he was able to catch a lift from Ron who was on his way to the flat from Hermione's.
"I don't know Harry," Ron said softly. It was the first time Harry had seen his mate so hesitant. "I think you should probably take Terry's advice."
"What about all the shagging I was suppose to be doing?" Harry teased. Ron gave him a sheepish grin before turning back toward the road.
"You could find another bloke worth shagging," Ron said as his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "He's part of the Slytherins gang. You'll get pulled in whether or not you want to if you get along with him."
"I know," Harry replied in a whisper.
"Maybe you should take a few days to figure it out," Ron suggested. "Get your head in things and figure out what you want."
"Maybe I will," Harry retorted with a smile. "Thanks mate."
"And then you could always shag him afterward..."
"That being the most important thing, of course."
"Of course," Ron chuckled before they pulled into their flat. There were several cars parked in the usually empty lot, and Harry had a very tight feeling in his stomach as a few men stepped out of the cars as soon as they were parked. Ron was stiff next to him as they climbed out and were nearly surrounded.
"Well I guess I won't be getting a few days," Harry whispered.
"You need to run," Ron said harshly.
A man who reminded Harry very much of a snake with his sharp eyes and small nose, stepped away from the line of men. His eyes were intimidating as he smiled at a distance. Ron was the first to go down as a few of the men kicked and punched him to the floor. Harry was quick to fight back but his arms were restrained, and he was thrown into the back of one of the vehicles with the snake-like man.
He was gagged with his arms and legs expertly tied together behind his back. No hope of escape, he was forced to look at his captor.
"Harry Potter," the man hissed. "We finally meet."
Harry sent his best glare despite his now quivering form. The man continued as if he hadn't noticed.
"You are quite something to look at," the snake-like man appraised him with perverted eyes. Harry felt his stomach lurch at the desire he found in them. "I can see why Draco the Snake would be infatuated..."
He bent forward and pressed a long nailed finger to Harry's face, trailing it over the skin while pressing hard enough to slice through the flesh. He winced as he felt the hot blood fall from the wound.
"You are especially beautiful when you bleed," he licked his lips, and Harry's stomach lurched once more. "I suspect you will taste just as exquisitely." The man's tongue peeked from his mouth, split in half, and trailed to lick the blood from the wound. Harry wanted to cringe backwards but was unable to. His body convulsed against his disgust.
"Sir," the driver called. "We are being tailed."
"Lose them," the man said with a wave of his hand. The car sped forward, and Harry rocked backwards as it did. He tried to calm his shaking body, but it was to no avail. Thinking as best he could, he experimentally moved his arms and legs to see if he could remove his bindings. The car jerked, and his head was sent with force into the side, knocking him into the hard plastic of it. His head pounded through the dizzy feeling as the car squealed against a hit to the side. They were sent once more to jerk against the hit, and his head made contact once more with the side hard enough that he met darkness almost instantly.
Cliffhanger! I'm so naughty...
