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Greyback smirked,
"No, I am quite serious."
He looked back down at the contract and gnashed his teeth. His uncle had already signed it, so it was irrelevant whether he signed it or not. And even if he wanted to void it, he would have to do it through his guardian namely his uncle and his uncle would never agree to it, so he was trapped. Of course, he had the option of going to court, but he couldn't afford that financially or otherwise.
Greyback sounded way too smug when he spoke,
"What is going through that devious mind of yours?"
Harry looked up and stared hard at Greyback,
"I'm thinking about why you need my signatures on this contract when you already have my uncle's?"
Greyback smiled,
"You have read the conditions, have you not?"
He had read through them and the entire summary of the contract was that he was supposed to cohabitate with Greyback for a period of two years after which he would be allowed to go his own separate way. Two bloody years. There was no way he was signing this…no bloody way…
"Why would I willingly go from living in one prison to another?"
Greyback rested his hand on his chest and feigned offense,
"Harry, how can you say that?"
He gave him a dirty look and Greyback raised his hands,
"it shall not be a prison. You will be cherished and prized beyond your wildest dreams."
He crossed his arms over his chest,
"You know what your words make me feel like?"
Greyback eyes glittered with amusement when he asked,
"What?"
He propped his feet up on the desk,
"They make me feel like an exotic bird that's locked up in a gold cage. Now the cage can be the most expensive cage in the world but it's still a cage. You can feed it the best food, take care of it as much as you want but it's still trapped. A bird's natural instinct is to fly…freedom is in its blood...And that's the only reason they fly away as soon as they see an opportunity."
Greyback leaned forward,
"You answered your own question, Harry. With this contract I'm snipping off your wings, so you don't fly away at the first opportunity you get."
He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling,
"I don't think you'll be able to stand me for a week let alone two years…"
Greyback laughed,
"Is that a challenge?"
He shook his head,
"Nope, it's a fact. The longest time you've spent with the same guy is eight days before you made them disappear. What was his name again? Derick…Daryll…"
Greyback growled,
"Draco."
He chuckled softly,
"Yeah, Draco…I've heard his father was quite influential. It was quite the scandal…"
Greyback rose to his feet and walked towards him,
"You've certainly uncovered a lot about me in one night."
He stared up into Greyback's blue eyes,
"And you're underestimating me."
Greyback was about to reach forward and touch him when Harry turned his head to the side to avoid his fingers,
"Tell me, did you get any sleep last night, Harry?"
He smirked,
"My sleep is none of your concern."
Greyback grinned ferally,
"It will be, once you sign the contract. All your interests, your likes, dislikes, eating habits…all your quirks…they'll be my concern when you come and live with me."
He was still thinking hard about a way out of this. Signing that contract was out of the question. There was no way in hell, he was going to sign his own imprisonment. Then there was that matter of Greyback being a werewolf. Greyback could eat him alive if he wanted to. In fact, he was already skirting on that fine line between amusing him and enraging him. If he outright refused, then he might as well kiss his life goodbye. He was outnumbered, and he doubted the silver would provide him with any protection because Greyback could ask any of his non-werewolf body guards to take it off him, leaving him prone to Greyback's attacks. No, right now, he had to work on saving his skin. He had a strategy in mind now all he had to do was execute it.
Well, to be fair, he should have known that this would happen. Greyback was the head of a drug cartel. He was cunning and incredibly shrewd. Well, he was the one that had decided to play with the bag cats…well wolves…He was going to see this through to the end. If he was going to sign the contract, it was going to be on his terms,
"I'll sign that contract but…"
Greyback leaned his hip against the desk and spoke,
"But?"
He pushed away the sheaf of papers,
"But I'll do it on my birthday. Because right now, this contract holds no weight for me. I'm a minor and even if I sign it, it'll mean nothing because my uncle has signed it for me. I don't want his influence on my future. My signatures should be the only one on this contract and I'll do it by my own free will as soon as I turn eighteen."
Greyback looked annoyed for a second before he spoke,
"As you wish."
He finally allowed himself to smirk and spoke,
"I knew you'd see it from my point of view."
But just to be sure, he picked up the contract and tore it into halves and then into quarters. It wouldn't be difficult for Greyback to have his uncle sign it again, but he was certain that Greyback would wait now. After all, his birthday was about twenty-two days away. He dropped the torn contract back on the desk and then asked,
"What did you do to Draco by the way? In fact, what do you do to all your boy toys to make them disappear?"
Greyback turned to look at him and smiled predatorily,
"You'll see. In fact, I can't wait to show you."
He dropped his feet back on the ground and rose to his feet,
"You should keep in mind that you cannot make me disappear. I will not be just another toy to you."
Greyback bowed his head in mock respect,
"I wouldn't dream of it, Harry. You're special and irreplaceable…"
He laughed,
"I bet you say that to all of your toys to make them feel secure in your presence."
Greyback shook his head and feigned innocence,
"No, Harry. I do not. I certainly don't offer them contracts and indulge them the way I indulge you. Something tells me you'll prove to be an invaluable asset to me. And besides I'm not the only one that will benefit from the contract. Think of everything that you'll get out of it."
He tilted his head,
"True but I reserve the right to add some terms of my own to it."
Greyback raised an eyebrow,
"What kind of terms?"
He flexed his arms and stretched his back,
"I'll tell them to you when I have to sign it so you can have them added to the document."
Greyback shrugged,
"Fine, I'll have no reservations to your terms if they're reasonable."
He grinned,
"Of course, they'll be reasonable."
He ran his hand through his hair and spoke,
"By the way, when are you leaving for New York?"
Greyback settled back in his seat behind the desk,
"I'll be leaving on Sunday Morning. You're welcome to come along."
He tapped his lips with his fingers and pretended to think about it,
"Tempting but I'm sure I'll be doing a lot of travelling when I'm living with you so I'll have to say no."
Greyback grinned,
"You're right, of course. I simply cannot wait to show you the world."
He couldn't help but laugh at that and leaned back against the desk,
"Why don't you sing that song from Aladdin to me and maybe I'll reconsider."
Greyback chuckled softly,
"I'm certain that your answer won't change even if I do sing it."
He pouted,
"You're right. I won't change my decision, but it'll make me happy. So, sing it."
He was sure Greyback wouldn't even know the song let alone sing it, but he couldn't hold back his gasp when he started singing in his rough voice,
"I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide?"
He burst into laughter and the desk was the only thing keeping him upright as he clutched his stomach. He was breathless, but he managed to get out between giggles,
"Okay…stop…stop...I'm not sure I'll survive another verse."
Greyback had a fond gleam in his eyes as he looked at him. He straightened up and wiped the water from his eyes,
"I'm not even going to ask how you even know that song. Oh, and for the record, I'm not a princess."
Greyback leaned back in his seat and shook his head fondly,
"Of course."
He picked up the new phone from the table, and then pulled his bag over his shoulder,
"Andrew is going to drop me off, right?"
Greyback nodded,
"Yes, he will."
He was about to walk out of the warehouse when he paused,
"When should I expect to see you again?"
Greyback smiled,
"I still owe you dinner. Why don't I pick you up on Saturday night?"
He grinned,
"It's a date then."