Chapter 2
Harry looked up at the large glass building that stood in front of him and checked his brief case quickly, remembering what his boss had said hours earlier.
"You stupid boy, this time don't kill your subject..."
Cool green eyes stared at the red angrily little man that stood behind a large mahogany desk that looked as if it hadn't been cleaned off since the 1940's.
"Well that's what you pay me for isn't it?" He asked icily, "Sneak in, sneak out, never seen, no mess..."
The little man turned redder and Harry had to hold back a small laugh at the thought of the man exploding into small indistinguishable little pieces.
"No Potter, You're paid to do what we tell you to do. Now listen closely, I don't want you to screw this up!"
He threw a folder at the short assassin and scowled.
"This is Lucius Malfoy, a top under world figure. You take him out, we can bring down most of the rest of the under ground network..."
He scowled and snapped at the black haired seventeen-year-old who was staring out the window.
"Pay attention to me! In the next section you'll find his son, Draco Malfoy. Your age, 5'10, roughly 165lb., he is your target..."
Harry looked up and rose one dark eyebrow. "I thought we were after the rich boy's father..."
"If you'd shut your trap I'd explain." The man said sharply. "Now, the only way to get to Lucius is to go through his son, but unfortunately we can't kidnap the boy because he has no idea of his father's dealings, so we have to close to this boy to do anything. That's were you come in, We are going to send you in as a body guard for this kid seeing how the last one...died..." He said slowly. "Get close to him, get close to Lucius, take him down with out killing him, and bring him here..."
So, now the virtual shadow was standing in the office of one Draco Malfoy. Harry couldn't tell if he wanted to like this boy or not. His files said that the boy was clean of any criminal charges, but he wasn't quite sure.
"So," The blonde started, his voice cool and clear. A voice that new it's place in the world. "You're here to apply to be my body guard...what's your name?"
"Harry Potter..." The shadow replied stepping into the light and placing his resume on the desk. "I heard your last one died..."
"That he did..." The blonde replied, he turned from the window he had been staring out of and glanced at the resume. "Well mister Potter...it seems as if everything is in order... tell me, if you were in my position and were looking at your resume, what would you do?"
Harry blinked for a moment. No one had ever asked him that. "Sir?"
"Well, I see that you were a body guard to the Ambassador of Zimbabwe...dead...Senator Maid...dead. Peace diplomat Claire Coil...has never been found presumed dead. If you were me, knowing what I know, would you hire you?" Draco asked as he rose an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap casually.
Harry thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes sir I would. At the times that they killed I was away from their side for one reason or another. If I hadn't been, they would still be with us..."
Draco nodded calmly and looked at the resume once more. "Mister Potter, I am not a child. I can take care of myself well enough with out a bodyguard. My father wants to keep me protected, from what I don't know, but I really don't care," he said, crossing his legs at the ankles. He sighed. "I guess you'll do as well as the next idiot that walks in. You're hired."
Harry nodded, showing the calm assassin that he was. "Yes sir..." he said, standing where he was and watching the blonde. "Where would you like me?"
"Outside the door," Draco replied, turning back to his computer and dismissing the guard from his mind.
Harry nodded and left the room with out a sound made. He smiled at the bushy haired assistant and nodded to her. "Good morning..." With that, he was silent again and stood by the door, wrapped tightly in the shadows he loved so much.
Draco logged off his computer at around seven and decided that it was time to go home for the day. He grabbed the coat that he'd discarded earlier and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it with one hand. Quickly, he made his way out into the silent lobby and smiled at his assistant. "Night, Morwin," he said, heading for the elevators, completely forgetting about his bodyguard.
Harry smiled when the elevator doors closed. "You should be more careful. Not everyone is hired to protect your life as I am..." he said quietly, leaning against the wall.
Draco turned to look at the boy, shocked. "Bloody... I'm going to get you a bell," he said as the elevator opened on the ground floor. He nodded to the receptionist and made his way to the parking garage.
"It wouldn't help, you wouldn't hear it anyways..." He chuckled and stood behind the tall blonde with a small smile.
Draco turned off his car alarm with the push of a button and unlocked the doors. He climbed in the driver's seat and waited for his bodyguard to enter the passenger side. "Why me..." he mumbled, irritated at having to hire a bodyguard at all.
"Because god hates you..." Harry said as he climbed in and buckled his self in.
Draco rose an eyebrow. "Obviously. When do you want your days off?" he asked, starting the car and backing out without putting on his seat belt. He exited the garage and headed for his apartment to grab a bite to eat then head out to his favorite club, 'Bad Luck.'
"I don't take days off. But you may assign me day to not be in your company..." He said as he crossed his legs and looked out the rear view mirror.
'Wonderful,' he said, knowing that his father wouldn't let him 'assign' his bodyguards to stay away. "Do you need to go to your home? Or am I stuck with you all night?" he asked, turning left and heading into the parking garage of his elegant apartment building.
"Do you want me to leave? You hired me...My time is yours..." He said quietly as he shifted his gaze from the mirror to the rich boy at his side.
'I suddenly feel like I'm in a cheesy porno...' Draco thought, raising an eyebrow. He parked his car and turned it off. "Well, I hope you like clubs," he said, getting out of the car. "Do you have suitable attire?"
"Not on me, but at home I do..." Harry replied, unbuckling and getting out of the car. "Shall I accompany you or wait outside your door?"
"By all means, accompany me," Draco said, walking to the elevator and pushing the button to signal it.
Harry nodded and entered the elevator when it arrived, moving to the back and leaning against on of the perfect mirrors.
Draco signaled his floor and yawned. He stretched and sighed quietly, wishing he'd picked a livelier bodyguard. 'At least he's not as bouncy as the blonde one I had...' he thought as the doors to his floor opened with a ding.
He quickly made his way to his apartment and began stripping as soon as he entered the door, forgetting the quiet boy. His pants and boxers landed on the couch and he shook out his mid-back length platinum hair as he turned towards the bedroom and the warm shower that was waiting there.
Harry sighed and moved around the apartment picking up the cloths and folding them as he shook his head. "Can't protect him if I can't reach him..." he said to himself as he placed all of the flimsy clothing on the couch.
Draco walked to the kitchen naked after his shower and looked around. "Good god.... What happened here? I didn't think Rosie came for another two days..." he mumbled, walking into the living room and blinking around the room.
Harry looked up from the chair in the corner and smiled slightly. "I cleaned it, and I'd thank you to keep it this way more often."
Draco looked over to the boy and leaned on the doorway to the kitchen. "You didn't have to do that," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"On the contrary...I'd rather you not die on my watch, thank you...what would your father say..." He smirked and got to his feet. "Now go dress and quickly,"
Immediately, a black cloud settled over Draco's face. "You're dismissed," he said, turning and going back to his room.
"As you wish..." Harry said as he turned and left the blonde's apartment. He paused at the doorway. "I'd be careful...terrible things lurk in the dark shadows of this city..." With a quirk of his lips, Harry closed the door and moved though the hallways and out the fire escape into the dark ally below where he seemed to disappear.
Draco rolled his eyes and slipped into a pair of skin tight leather pants. He grabbed a sheer black shirt and his favorite pair of mid-calf boots. When he was dressed, he slipped the silver hoop into his ear and grabbed his keys.
Quickly, he made his way to his favorite club and nodded to the bouncer, slipping in and walking over to the bar to order a Suicide.
Teal green eyes twinkled when the black angel appeared at the bar side. "Hey babe, what can I get for you tonight?"
Draco smiled sweetly at the new bartender. "Suicide, please," he said, leaning closer to the man. 'Nice pants...' he thought, admiring the way the material clung to the man's body.
The man chuckled and held out his hand. "ID my love..."
Draco sighed. 'Lovely.' "Can't I just say I left it in my other pants?" he said, smiling and shaking his head. "If not my drink of choice, then a Sprite please..." Draco gave the man a once over. "Work here long?"
"Started tonight..." He said as he poured the blonde the ordered sprite and took his money. "You been coming here long?"
"Since before I was old enough to drive," he replied, taking a sip of the cold liquid. "Any one waiting for you after work?" He knew that he was being brazen, but he didn't particularly care. The man was too good looking to pass up.
"Yes," He replied, smirking and looking at the boy again. "But I'm not your type anyways my love...I'm to old and I sorry to say you're not my type either. I prefer tall broad men with very practically no shirt on and rich blue eyes..." he said as said man came over and kissed him from across the bar. "My boyfriend, Jacob Blood...and yes that is his real name..."
Jacob looked the blond over and nodded to him, smiling slightly. "I like the pants as well..."
"Too bad..." Draco said, smiling. "I'll see you gentlemen later. If you change your mind, though, I'll be here for a while and I'm not averse to sharing..." He sauntered away, joining the dance floor and finding a partner to dance with in less than five seconds.
Jacob turned his blue eyes to his boyfriend. "That must have been Draco Malfoy. Zephyr told us to keep an eye on him."
Theodore nodded and mixed another drink quickly. "I understand...I'll call Zephyr the moment he leaves."
Draco sat in a darkened corner of the room, installing himself in the lap of an attractive red-head. He petted and stroked the man until he'd decided that he didn't like him and returned to the bar with a few smiles and a flat refusal. "Another Sprite please," he said, grinning and flipping his hair behind his back.
"Still not finding anyone you like love?" Theo asked as he poured the soda and handed it to the boy.
Draco drank half of it quickly. "Have you ever been really bored? I've seen it all..." he said, raising an eyebrow. "Well... I'm sure I haven't seen all of it... but it's still rather dull...." He looked around. "Looks like I'm going home alone... unless you want to come, of course..." he teased, knowing that the man wouldn't, but still liking the challenge.
Theo laughed. "Thank you for the offer, but no. Why don't you try something new? When was the last time you had more than three dates with someone?" He asked as he refilled the glass.
Draco made a face. "I don't really like attachments. They get rather dull after the first two and by the third I know everything there is to know including their mother's maiden name," he replied, thinking of the girls his father had made him date.
Theo shrugged. "I understand, but the right person makes all the difference." He said with a laugh. "But you're not me, go, have your wild youth..."
Draco shook his head. "I'll see you around," he said, shaking his head and leaving the bar. He took a deep breath of the cool New York air and made his way to his car, intending to find another bar.
"It's three a.m. Don't you have work in the morning?" Harry's cool voice asked from the shadows.
"I fired you. It's none of your concern," Draco said, getting out his keys and unlocking the door. He looked to the barely seen figure and rose an eyebrow. "Do you spend all of your time skulking about in alleyways?"
Harry stepped forward and rose his eyebrow mockingly. "Do you spend all your time acting like a stuck up rich boy with a stick up his ass?"
He flipped his hair over his shoulder and adjusted his shirt cuffs and he began to walk away.
"Only when I'm in bed with a real stick up my ass," Draco replied, getting in the car and calmly pulling away from the curb. He drove to another club, and stayed for a little while. When nothing impressed him overmuch, he went home half drunk and stripped off his clothes, deliberately throwing them over the lamp and giggling slightly as he locked his door and stumbled to his room to pass out.
Harry looked at his nails as he sat on Draco's desk with his legs crossed and yawned.
Draco opened the door to his office and rose an eyebrow at the boy on his desk. "Stalking is illegal, you know," he said, setting down his briefcase and sitting in his chair.
"Yes it is, but I'm coming into work, I don't know why you have a problem with that..." Harry replied.
"Because I fired you, that's why," Draco replied, booting his computer and retrieving the files off of his desk to begin his daily fight with his father's accountants
"Then will you be paying me or shall I go to your father with the price?" He asked as he got off the desk and walked around the room.
Draco leaned back in his chair. "Well, how much did my father hire you for, anyways," he drawled, very annoyed with the boy.
"Draco, your father didn't heir me, you did..." He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"For one day's guard... Here," he said, writing a check for four hundred dollars. It would set him back slightly, but it was worth it to get rid of this pest.
Harry took the check and laughed, handing it back. "Add two more zero's onto that and I'll be out of your life forever..."
Draco took the check back. "Fine. If you're still my bodyguard, then you can leave for the day. I haven't need of you right now. It's not like ninjas are going to leap out of my computer and assassinate me," he drawled, turning back to his computer.
"Have a nice night then Mister Malfoy," He said as he nodded and moved to leave.
"By the way, I won't be needing you for the rest of the week, either," he said, frowning at a bit of shoddy work on the files.
Harry shrugged. "Hey, you want to die, that's fine with me, it won't be on my conscience..."
"Remind me to have a memo drawn stating that you're not invited to the funeral," he said absently, fixing the error and running down the rest of the account.
"Remind me to congratulate the person who kills you..." Harry responded just as dryly as he threw a card on the desk and left.
'If you need me, call me 823-4666'
Draco ignored the card and continued working as usual. When he left, he hesitated slightly before sticking the card into the pocket of his pants and heading home. Tonight he was just going to sit at home and sleep the night away, hopefully being able to take his entire night off without a summons from his father.
Harry slid through the shadows as if one of them. He couldn't stop thinking about the blonde man that was his current boss. 'I swear, I thought I swore off blondes...'
The phone rang at six, and Draco picked it up with a sigh. "Hello?" he asked, already knowing who it was.
"Draco, dear, would you be so kind as to join me for dinner?" Lucius Malfoy's voice came over the phone.
"I'm very sorry..." he began, but was cut off by Lucius's smooth voice.
"Good, I'll be expecting you at seven thirty. Good-bye, Draco."
Draco pulled the phone away as he heard a click. "Great..." he mumbled, setting aside his work and going to change into a pair of black slacks, a blue silk shirt, and a pair of loafers.
He headed out to his car, slipping his wallet into his back pocket as he went.
Harry was leaning against the black Saturn and brushed off his back silk shirt. "You're going to be late..."
Draco rose an eyebrow and opened his door. "I didn't know I invited you..." he said. He drew in a deep breath and looked at the boy. "I'll give you a thousand dollars extra if you do me a favor tonight."
"And that would be?" Harry asked as he rose an eyebrow and got into the car.
"I don't have time to stop by any of my other... acquaintances houses, so I need you to pretend to be my lover for the night. Nothing too bad, mind you. No pawing of your person will be done. Just an arm around my waist and I kiss you once. Nothing more," he said as he turned on the car without buckling his seat belt.
"You mean you want me to be your boyfriend?" he asked with a smirk.
"Whatever title you want. I just don't want to sit through another one of his dinners with one of his prospective girls. I'm gay," he said, pulling out of the garage and starting for the highway to head out to his father's estates. "But if you don't want to, I'll understand. I'll just have to go and find a boy off the streets looking to make a thousand dollars."
"If you had a thousand dollars you'd be saving it to get rid of me...I'll do it, but don't worry about the extra money, I'm good with my set price." Harry said as he looked coolly at Draco then turned to look out the window.
Draco nodded and continued to drive in silence, not even bothering with the radio. He leaned back in his seat, slipping off one of his shoes and propping it on the dash. He drove with his leg once they were out of the city, using his hands to fasten his seat belt. He yawned as he drove with one hand, not wanting to see his father.
"What is your father like? What should I expect?" Harry asked as he shifted his gaze over to the casual blonde.
Draco kept his eyes on the road, unusually aware of the boy's eyes on him. "One of the best words to describe him is disdain. The man reeks of it. He hates my lifestyle and the fact that he has no control over it. He's power hungry, homophobic, and used to getting his way," Draco replied, reaching up to move a few strands of his nearly white hair out of his face.
"Interesting..." Harry murmured as he looked out the window. "Quickly, tell me you like, dislikes and favorite food..." he said as he saw the large manor they were fast approaching.
"I like horror movies, opera, and my job. I'm a workaholic. I dislike sloth, cheats and attachments. My favorite food is Blueberry bagels with cream cheese." He said, nodding to the guards at the gate. "You?"
"Favorite Opera?" He asked calmly as he looked up at the massive house.
"Madame Papillion.... I need to know things about you," he said reasonably, pulling up the drive slowly. "Make something up if you don't want me to know."
"I like soft music, romantic evenings and the ocean. I hate god , liars, and plain ice cream. My favorite food is roast chicken..." He replied. "Anything else you'd like to know before your father starts to ask me things that I should know...like your mothers maiden name or something..."
Draco looked over at the boy sharply. 'I think he is stalking me...' he thought. He frowned. "Just that I like the bottom," he said, parking and turning off the car.
"I didn't need to know that...personally I don't care..." He said slowly as he took off his seat belt when they stopped.
"He'll ask. Trust me," Draco said, getting out of the car and putting on one of his most charming smiles. "Shall we, dear?" he said, tone dripping with sugar and sweetness.
Harry's expression changed from uncaring and cold to warm and loving. "Of course, everything will be fine..."
Draco smiled again and moved close to the boy, slipping his arm around his 'boy-friend/lover/what-ever-the-hell-he-wanted-to-be-called's' waist. "Let's go meet my father," he said, leaning against the slightly taller boy's body and leading him up to the manor entrance.
Harry nodded and moved up to the large double doors, holding the blonde to his side gently. Clearing his throat he smiled and knocked firmly on the door.
Draco followed the butler to his father's dinning room. Sure enough, there was a perky brunette sitting at the table, entertaining his father with dull stories.
He smiled at his father when he entered. "Hello, father. I apologies for being late... Harry got me slightly distracted before we left," he said, smiling happily and taking a seat next to his father, smiling at his bodyguard.
Harry stepped forward and looked at Lucius closely as the man stood and gazed at him back. Harry could tell this man was going to be hard to kill...very much like Draco in the aspect. The two men sized each other up for a moment each waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Welcome..." Lucius said icily, extend his hand slightly.
Harry took his hand in a brief firm shake and nodded to the man. "Mister Malfoy, from what I've heard you have worked hard for your surroundings and have outfitted yourself with only the best. You have raised a wonderful empire and household..." with that the two men released one another's hand and Harry moved to sit next to Draco, taking his pale hand in his as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Draco watched his father's eyebrow raise in a slight imitation of what he himself did and vowed never to do it again. He held Harry's hand, trying not to pull his hand away. He dispised hand holding, cuddling... all of that nonsense.
"Thank you, Mr.....?" Lucius asked, smiling graciously at the boy. He wanted the boy killed. He'd gotten too close to Draco. The boy was set to marry in less than a year, and he was still dating men.
"Potter, Harry Potter, I am your son's bodyguard..." He said calmly looking into the man's eyes, daring him to say anything.
'Thank god,' Lucius said, relaxing. "Really? He does tend to be quite informal with the help... But dear me, I have been amiss in my duty. Draco, this is your fiancee, Miss Pansy Parkinson," he said, indicating the giggling girl to his left.
Draco looked to his father and smiled politely. "I'm sorry, father, I wasn't aware that I'd made any engagement."
Harry calmly looked around the room as if admiring it, but his suspicions were confirmed when he saw two blinking lights in the room and the quick movement of someone watching them in the room. He turned his attention back to the drama in front of him.
Lucius smiled. "It's okay, Draco. I know how busy you are at work, so I made it for you," he said, his smile turning dangerous.
Draco met his father's gaze unflinchingly. "Unfortunately, Miss Parkinson, I won't be marrying you. I have other plans, and am too busy at work," Draco said, standing. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, father, but I have to go. Come on, love." He leaned down and gently kissed Harry, making the kiss look more intimate than it really was.
Harry smiled and decided that he was going to play Draco's lover to the fullest. Casually he stood and pressed their bodies together as he dipped Draco over his arm, never braking contact with the blonde.
Draco's body responded immediately to the intimate contact. He wrapped his arms around the boy's neck and held his head closer. When he remembered that it was just for show, he pulled away and smiled at his father's angry gaze. "Good-bye. Miss Parkinson, it was lovely to meet you," he said, pulling away from Harry and leading the way out of the dinning room.
Harry followed, his arm casually around Draco's waist in the same familiar and warm manner he had had when they first stepped into the house.
Lucius motioned to one of his guards. "Follow him. I want you to find out where the Potter boy lives and take him out," Lucius whispered into his guard's ear. He smiled at the brunette sitting stunned in her seat. "I'm sorry about that, Pansy, dear. My son is just going through a small teenage rebellion..."
Draco exited the manor and his entire demeanor changed. He grinned and pulled the keys out of his pocket, deactivating the security alarm on his car. "You were great... should've taken up the stage," he said, unlocking it.
Harry nodded his thanks and let go of the blonde, moving around the passenger side of the car. "It was one of my choices when I was younger..."
Draco climbed into the car and rose an eyebrow. "Younger? You couldn't be more than 19... "he said, shrugging. He started the car, eager to get away from his father's home.
"18 actually..." Harry said as he put on his seat belt and leaned back in the chair.
Draco nodded. He pulled out of the parking spot and flew down the drive, taking the turn at a very dangerous speed. "You look it," he said simply, slipping off his shoe and resuming his position in the driver's seat.
"Thank you...when we get into the city I will direct you to my house..." He said calmly.
Inside his mind was whirling. 'That was a great kiss...his lips were really soft...shut up, you swore of relationships, casual or other wise. No more getting involved with people you're going to kill. But I'm not going to kill him, I'm going to kill his father after I take him the head quarters to be questioned. Still, it will end badly and you know it. No more people, you are a shadow, only blackness will save you and when you die, only the darkness will mourn you...'
Draco sensed the boy's tenseness and matched it with his own. 'Wow... I haven't been kissed like that in a long time...' he thought, smiling suddenly. Harry Potter was going to be his next conquest.
When they reached the city limits, Draco looked to the boy and gave him his most charming and disarming smile. "Where to?" he asked, voice soft and velvety.
"Take your next left and continue straight, I'll tell you when to turn..." Harry said as he glanced over at the blonde and twitched his lips.
Draco maneuvered his car through the traffic and turned left. He drove slowly and looked over at Harry. "Where now?" he asked.
"Go up a few more block and I'll walk the rest of the way..." He said softly looking over at his boss and smiling. "My apartment is unreachable by roads..." He said with a light chuckled
Draco pulled over and parked the car. "Bye," he said, smiling.
"Goodbye, I'll see you in a week..." he said as he unbuckled his seat belt and moved to get out of the small car.
Draco shrugged and pulled away from the curb after Harry shut the door. He went back to his apartment and continued to compile the list of accounts that needed to be audited.
It was Wednesday and Harry was calmly flipping though a magazine when his phone rang. 'Danmit...I'm told to go away and he wants me back'
Harry frowned and moved over to the phone. "Yes Draco?" he said when he picked up.
Draco rose an eyebrow. "I was calling to inform you that I'm going out of town for a few days," he said, throwing his clothes haphazardly into his dufflebag. He'd been threatened eirlier that day, and had taken his father's money to get out of town. 'Why I don't know...' he thought, sighing softly.
"Shall I accompany you or do wish to be left alone?" Harry asked as he moved to his room and began to pack.
"Alo.... Actually... you'd better come with me. I might need you," he said, sighing loudly. He zipped the bag shut and moved into his bathroom, retrieving his various toiletries. 'It's a good thing I travel light...' he thought, tossing them into a side pocket of his bag.
"Drive to the corner that you dropped me off at. Bring your bag with you and go through two ally ways until you come to a large building. Go to the fire escape and wait for me..." He said as he zipped his backpack and hung up the phone.
Draco grabbed his briefcase and tossed the phone on the sofa as he left. He was going to make his father answer all of his questions later. He grabbed the large amount of cash that he had hidden in the cookie jar on his counter.
When he got to his car, he carefully pulled his hair under the black, shorthaired wig that he'd bought last week. After he was sure that his hair was up, he got out and switched the license plates on his car to the ones he kept for just such an occasion.
Draco quickly pulled out of the garage, making sure that no one was following him. He made his way to the corner that he'd been told to wait at and parked his car. He got out, dragging his duffel bag and briefcase with him. He set his alarm as he walked down the dark alleyway, blending into the shadows and keeping out of sight. When he saw the large building, he sat down on the fire escape, looking around cautiously.
Harry looked down and chuckled softly as he put on his backpack and silently climbed down the old staircase. "You look ridiculous... who are you hiding from? The guard that's been following you for the past two days, or yourself? Which ever it is you're doing a marvelous job of it..." he said with a laugh.
Draco sighed. "Maybe I should just leave you here..." he grumbled, standing and grabbing his duffel. "Come on, our plane leaves in two hours."
"It wouldn't matter either way...you wouldn't be running if I'd have been around..." Harry replied as he smoothed down his black turtleneck and got off the stairs.
Draco rose an eyebrow. 'I've changed my mind. I don't want this ice cube in my bed...' he thought, turning and going back to his car as quickly as he could.
Harry quickly caught up with the boy and slid a familiar arm around his waist, pulling him to his side securely.
Draco pulled away slightly and frowned at the boy. "What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.
"Don't look surprised, my love..." Harry said as he smiled at the blonde, his warm eyes darting to the right quickly. "I was just going keep you close to me. I am you...bodyguard after all..." He said with a seductive quirk of his lips as he pulled Draco to him again.
Draco lowered his eyebrow and leaned against Harry slightly, acting like he was comfortable. He unlocked his car and tossed his equipment into the back seat before shutting the door. 'He should have been an actor... I almost believed that he thought I was attractive...'
"My ...gentlemen..." Harry said as he opened the car door and smiled at the blonde.
Draco gave him a small smile and stepped into the car. "Thank you," he said, putting on his seat belt.
When Harry got in, he started the car and pulled away from the curb, blending into the traffic with his small, maneuverable car. "You really should have been an actor... I almost believed you," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why didn't you? You never know, I could've been serious..." Harry said with a small smile as he leaned back and adjusted his seat belt
"Somehow, Mr. Potter, I know that you're not..." he said, weaving in and out of traffic.
"Harry, if you would... I never liked my last name..." Harry said as he yawned softly.
Draco shrugged and made his way to the freeway. He looked around and smiled. Quickly, he changed directions and drove to the train station.
"Smart boy..." Harry drawled as he blew on his nails softly.
Draco parked the car and got out, grabbing his bags from the back. He didn't check to see if Harry was following as he set his alarm and walked to the terminal, annoyed at the conceding tone Harry had used.
Harry sighed and mentally nodded. 'Its better this way...at least I won't hurt him...'
Draco smiled at the attendant. "Two for San Diego, please. And make it a sleeper car," he said, noting Harry's presence.
"Would you like a double bed or two singles?" the attendant asked, smiling back.
"What would you like, Harry?" Draco asked, his expression blank.
"Now Tom, I don't think that's a question worth asking..." Harry said as he winked at the attendant, slipping his arm around Draco's shoulders.
Draco smiled. "The double, please," he said.
"I'll need to see your ID's so I can print up the tickets," she said, smiling at the seemingly happy couple.
Draco held out his fake ID. It was for Tom Roberts. He looked up at Harry and took the wallet out of the boy's back pocket. Draco fished in it for a while before pulling out an ID that listed his bodyguard as James H. Evans from Queens.
"Thank you," she said, typing on her computer for a few seconds before reaching below and pulling up two tickets. "That'll be 450, please."
Draco handed over five hundred-dollar bills and took his tickets. When he got his change, he nodded to the woman and walked to the platforms.
"We leave on track four in ten minutes," he said, hurrying to the platform.
"Don't look so flustered..." Harry said softly as he lay a calming hand on the blonde's sleeve. "No one is following us...you'll be safe with me..." He said, flashing a true small smile at Draco. "Come on..." He took their bags and moved onto their train easily enough.
Draco hopped on and handed the conductor his tickets, trying to control his body's reaction to his bodyguard's smile. 'He's... wow...' he thought, taking the stubs and heading for the compartment. He dropped onto the comfortable bed as soon as the door was shut.
Harry stretched and opened his backpack. "Hmmm...ah ha..." He smiled slightly and pulled out an old beat up CD played and a set of headphones that seemed to be held up by ducktape and sheer will.
Draco looked over and smiled softly. Shaking his head, he sat up. "Did you want the bed? Or am I taking it?" he asked, grabbing his own bag as the train started to move. After hesitating a moment, he looked at his bag, suddenly nervous. "Or do you want to share it? It is a big bed..."
Harry looked up at Draco through the curtain of his black hair. "It's up to you, I'll sleep on the chairs if you like, they aren't that hard..."
Draco shook his head. "We're both reasonable adults. We can handle sharing a bed for a few nights. It'll only take us a week to get there," he said, nodding and standing. "Do you want something to eat? I haven't had a chance to get anything yet, so I'm going to the dinning car."
"I'm alright thank you..." He said, pulling an apple out of his bag and moving into the darkest corner of the four seats, blending in instantly.
Draco shrugged and walked out, heading for the dinning car.
When he returned, he found Harry asleep on the bed. He checked his watch and rose an eyebrow. It was close to midnight. He stripped down to his boxer shorts and climbed into bed, taking off his wig and setting it on one of the seats. Stretching, he shook out his hair and laid on his side, facing away from his body guard.
"Come back earlier next time, or I'll go out and find you..." Harry said as he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Draco lay there for a few minutes, thinking of how nice it was to have a warm body in bed with him again. He quickly fell asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
It was late in the after noon when the train whistle woke Harry from his sound sleep. He shifted and gently squeezed the body in his arms, smiling at the feel of the male next to him.
Draco yawned and slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed them for a few minutes before he frowned and looked around. When he remembered where he was, he sat up, detangling himself from Harry. Slowly, he eased himself out of bed and walked into the small cubicle they had for a bathroom. He washed his face in the sink, trying to forget how good it had felt to be held by the boy. 'I'm just setting myself up for heartbreak... he doesn't like me that way...' he scolded himself, scrubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Harry sighed and sat up quietly. He dressed and moved over to the shadowed seats, slipping on his headphones and pulling out his book once more. 'Stop it Potter, you're not aloud to be liked in such away, especially by such a beautiful boy whose father you are going to kill...'
Draco pulled on a pair of loose black trousers and a black sweater. He grabbed his slippers and opened the door. "I'll be back later," he said, putting on his wig. He grabbed his laptop and headed for the dinning car to get a cup of coffee and to work on his latest account.
'He didn't even look to see where I was...' Harry thought to himself bitterly. 'Not that it matters, it's better this way...no mess...no ties...I'm just a shadow...just another piece of the darkness...'
Draco returned around five with a sandwich for Harry. He handed it to his bodyguard and smiled. "Thought you might be hungry," he said, sitting on the bed and setting his laptop down. He handed the boy a bottle of water and lay back on the pillows.
Harry nodded absently and set the sandwich by his feet. He was to absorbed in his thoughts to notice much other than Draco was back and he was unhurt.
Draco pulled off his wig and grabbed his brush. He ran it through his silky hair, checking his e-mail with the satellite Internet he had. It was expensive, but it was worth it in his opinion. Especially since he was able to work wherever he went. He sent the accounts information to his section supervisor, adding a note that he was forced to go out of town on family business and that he would be back soon.
After about five hours, he sighed and turned off his laptop. The business that he was working on had some serious accounting discrepancies. He set it in his briefcase and stood up. He stripped off his clothes, leaving only his boxer shorts on as he climbed into the large bed and lay on his side, facing away from Harry. "Good night," he yawned, closing his eyes.
When Harry was positive the blonde boy was asleep he turned over and gathered him into his arms, "Just this once..." he whispered, falling asleep quickly.
Second chapter, wow...this took a really long time. I know its not what I usually do, but this just for fun. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as we did writing it...Don't forget to review,
Forever Loyal,
Kat ==and Vogel
Harry looked up at the large glass building that stood in front of him and checked his brief case quickly, remembering what his boss had said hours earlier.
"You stupid boy, this time don't kill your subject..."
Cool green eyes stared at the red angrily little man that stood behind a large mahogany desk that looked as if it hadn't been cleaned off since the 1940's.
"Well that's what you pay me for isn't it?" He asked icily, "Sneak in, sneak out, never seen, no mess..."
The little man turned redder and Harry had to hold back a small laugh at the thought of the man exploding into small indistinguishable little pieces.
"No Potter, You're paid to do what we tell you to do. Now listen closely, I don't want you to screw this up!"
He threw a folder at the short assassin and scowled.
"This is Lucius Malfoy, a top under world figure. You take him out, we can bring down most of the rest of the under ground network..."
He scowled and snapped at the black haired seventeen-year-old who was staring out the window.
"Pay attention to me! In the next section you'll find his son, Draco Malfoy. Your age, 5'10, roughly 165lb., he is your target..."
Harry looked up and rose one dark eyebrow. "I thought we were after the rich boy's father..."
"If you'd shut your trap I'd explain." The man said sharply. "Now, the only way to get to Lucius is to go through his son, but unfortunately we can't kidnap the boy because he has no idea of his father's dealings, so we have to close to this boy to do anything. That's were you come in, We are going to send you in as a body guard for this kid seeing how the last one...died..." He said slowly. "Get close to him, get close to Lucius, take him down with out killing him, and bring him here..."
So, now the virtual shadow was standing in the office of one Draco Malfoy. Harry couldn't tell if he wanted to like this boy or not. His files said that the boy was clean of any criminal charges, but he wasn't quite sure.
"So," The blonde started, his voice cool and clear. A voice that new it's place in the world. "You're here to apply to be my body guard...what's your name?"
"Harry Potter..." The shadow replied stepping into the light and placing his resume on the desk. "I heard your last one died..."
"That he did..." The blonde replied, he turned from the window he had been staring out of and glanced at the resume. "Well mister Potter...it seems as if everything is in order... tell me, if you were in my position and were looking at your resume, what would you do?"
Harry blinked for a moment. No one had ever asked him that. "Sir?"
"Well, I see that you were a body guard to the Ambassador of Zimbabwe...dead...Senator Maid...dead. Peace diplomat Claire Coil...has never been found presumed dead. If you were me, knowing what I know, would you hire you?" Draco asked as he rose an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap casually.
Harry thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes sir I would. At the times that they killed I was away from their side for one reason or another. If I hadn't been, they would still be with us..."
Draco nodded calmly and looked at the resume once more. "Mister Potter, I am not a child. I can take care of myself well enough with out a bodyguard. My father wants to keep me protected, from what I don't know, but I really don't care," he said, crossing his legs at the ankles. He sighed. "I guess you'll do as well as the next idiot that walks in. You're hired."
Harry nodded, showing the calm assassin that he was. "Yes sir..." he said, standing where he was and watching the blonde. "Where would you like me?"
"Outside the door," Draco replied, turning back to his computer and dismissing the guard from his mind.
Harry nodded and left the room with out a sound made. He smiled at the bushy haired assistant and nodded to her. "Good morning..." With that, he was silent again and stood by the door, wrapped tightly in the shadows he loved so much.
Draco logged off his computer at around seven and decided that it was time to go home for the day. He grabbed the coat that he'd discarded earlier and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it with one hand. Quickly, he made his way out into the silent lobby and smiled at his assistant. "Night, Morwin," he said, heading for the elevators, completely forgetting about his bodyguard.
Harry smiled when the elevator doors closed. "You should be more careful. Not everyone is hired to protect your life as I am..." he said quietly, leaning against the wall.
Draco turned to look at the boy, shocked. "Bloody... I'm going to get you a bell," he said as the elevator opened on the ground floor. He nodded to the receptionist and made his way to the parking garage.
"It wouldn't help, you wouldn't hear it anyways..." He chuckled and stood behind the tall blonde with a small smile.
Draco turned off his car alarm with the push of a button and unlocked the doors. He climbed in the driver's seat and waited for his bodyguard to enter the passenger side. "Why me..." he mumbled, irritated at having to hire a bodyguard at all.
"Because god hates you..." Harry said as he climbed in and buckled his self in.
Draco rose an eyebrow. "Obviously. When do you want your days off?" he asked, starting the car and backing out without putting on his seat belt. He exited the garage and headed for his apartment to grab a bite to eat then head out to his favorite club, 'Bad Luck.'
"I don't take days off. But you may assign me day to not be in your company..." He said as he crossed his legs and looked out the rear view mirror.
'Wonderful,' he said, knowing that his father wouldn't let him 'assign' his bodyguards to stay away. "Do you need to go to your home? Or am I stuck with you all night?" he asked, turning left and heading into the parking garage of his elegant apartment building.
"Do you want me to leave? You hired me...My time is yours..." He said quietly as he shifted his gaze from the mirror to the rich boy at his side.
'I suddenly feel like I'm in a cheesy porno...' Draco thought, raising an eyebrow. He parked his car and turned it off. "Well, I hope you like clubs," he said, getting out of the car. "Do you have suitable attire?"
"Not on me, but at home I do..." Harry replied, unbuckling and getting out of the car. "Shall I accompany you or wait outside your door?"
"By all means, accompany me," Draco said, walking to the elevator and pushing the button to signal it.
Harry nodded and entered the elevator when it arrived, moving to the back and leaning against on of the perfect mirrors.
Draco signaled his floor and yawned. He stretched and sighed quietly, wishing he'd picked a livelier bodyguard. 'At least he's not as bouncy as the blonde one I had...' he thought as the doors to his floor opened with a ding.
He quickly made his way to his apartment and began stripping as soon as he entered the door, forgetting the quiet boy. His pants and boxers landed on the couch and he shook out his mid-back length platinum hair as he turned towards the bedroom and the warm shower that was waiting there.
Harry sighed and moved around the apartment picking up the cloths and folding them as he shook his head. "Can't protect him if I can't reach him..." he said to himself as he placed all of the flimsy clothing on the couch.
Draco walked to the kitchen naked after his shower and looked around. "Good god.... What happened here? I didn't think Rosie came for another two days..." he mumbled, walking into the living room and blinking around the room.
Harry looked up from the chair in the corner and smiled slightly. "I cleaned it, and I'd thank you to keep it this way more often."
Draco looked over to the boy and leaned on the doorway to the kitchen. "You didn't have to do that," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"On the contrary...I'd rather you not die on my watch, thank you...what would your father say..." He smirked and got to his feet. "Now go dress and quickly,"
Immediately, a black cloud settled over Draco's face. "You're dismissed," he said, turning and going back to his room.
"As you wish..." Harry said as he turned and left the blonde's apartment. He paused at the doorway. "I'd be careful...terrible things lurk in the dark shadows of this city..." With a quirk of his lips, Harry closed the door and moved though the hallways and out the fire escape into the dark ally below where he seemed to disappear.
Draco rolled his eyes and slipped into a pair of skin tight leather pants. He grabbed a sheer black shirt and his favorite pair of mid-calf boots. When he was dressed, he slipped the silver hoop into his ear and grabbed his keys.
Quickly, he made his way to his favorite club and nodded to the bouncer, slipping in and walking over to the bar to order a Suicide.
Teal green eyes twinkled when the black angel appeared at the bar side. "Hey babe, what can I get for you tonight?"
Draco smiled sweetly at the new bartender. "Suicide, please," he said, leaning closer to the man. 'Nice pants...' he thought, admiring the way the material clung to the man's body.
The man chuckled and held out his hand. "ID my love..."
Draco sighed. 'Lovely.' "Can't I just say I left it in my other pants?" he said, smiling and shaking his head. "If not my drink of choice, then a Sprite please..." Draco gave the man a once over. "Work here long?"
"Started tonight..." He said as he poured the blonde the ordered sprite and took his money. "You been coming here long?"
"Since before I was old enough to drive," he replied, taking a sip of the cold liquid. "Any one waiting for you after work?" He knew that he was being brazen, but he didn't particularly care. The man was too good looking to pass up.
"Yes," He replied, smirking and looking at the boy again. "But I'm not your type anyways my love...I'm to old and I sorry to say you're not my type either. I prefer tall broad men with very practically no shirt on and rich blue eyes..." he said as said man came over and kissed him from across the bar. "My boyfriend, Jacob Blood...and yes that is his real name..."
Jacob looked the blond over and nodded to him, smiling slightly. "I like the pants as well..."
"Too bad..." Draco said, smiling. "I'll see you gentlemen later. If you change your mind, though, I'll be here for a while and I'm not averse to sharing..." He sauntered away, joining the dance floor and finding a partner to dance with in less than five seconds.
Jacob turned his blue eyes to his boyfriend. "That must have been Draco Malfoy. Zephyr told us to keep an eye on him."
Theodore nodded and mixed another drink quickly. "I understand...I'll call Zephyr the moment he leaves."
Draco sat in a darkened corner of the room, installing himself in the lap of an attractive red-head. He petted and stroked the man until he'd decided that he didn't like him and returned to the bar with a few smiles and a flat refusal. "Another Sprite please," he said, grinning and flipping his hair behind his back.
"Still not finding anyone you like love?" Theo asked as he poured the soda and handed it to the boy.
Draco drank half of it quickly. "Have you ever been really bored? I've seen it all..." he said, raising an eyebrow. "Well... I'm sure I haven't seen all of it... but it's still rather dull...." He looked around. "Looks like I'm going home alone... unless you want to come, of course..." he teased, knowing that the man wouldn't, but still liking the challenge.
Theo laughed. "Thank you for the offer, but no. Why don't you try something new? When was the last time you had more than three dates with someone?" He asked as he refilled the glass.
Draco made a face. "I don't really like attachments. They get rather dull after the first two and by the third I know everything there is to know including their mother's maiden name," he replied, thinking of the girls his father had made him date.
Theo shrugged. "I understand, but the right person makes all the difference." He said with a laugh. "But you're not me, go, have your wild youth..."
Draco shook his head. "I'll see you around," he said, shaking his head and leaving the bar. He took a deep breath of the cool New York air and made his way to his car, intending to find another bar.
"It's three a.m. Don't you have work in the morning?" Harry's cool voice asked from the shadows.
"I fired you. It's none of your concern," Draco said, getting out his keys and unlocking the door. He looked to the barely seen figure and rose an eyebrow. "Do you spend all of your time skulking about in alleyways?"
Harry stepped forward and rose his eyebrow mockingly. "Do you spend all your time acting like a stuck up rich boy with a stick up his ass?"
He flipped his hair over his shoulder and adjusted his shirt cuffs and he began to walk away.
"Only when I'm in bed with a real stick up my ass," Draco replied, getting in the car and calmly pulling away from the curb. He drove to another club, and stayed for a little while. When nothing impressed him overmuch, he went home half drunk and stripped off his clothes, deliberately throwing them over the lamp and giggling slightly as he locked his door and stumbled to his room to pass out.
Harry looked at his nails as he sat on Draco's desk with his legs crossed and yawned.
Draco opened the door to his office and rose an eyebrow at the boy on his desk. "Stalking is illegal, you know," he said, setting down his briefcase and sitting in his chair.
"Yes it is, but I'm coming into work, I don't know why you have a problem with that..." Harry replied.
"Because I fired you, that's why," Draco replied, booting his computer and retrieving the files off of his desk to begin his daily fight with his father's accountants
"Then will you be paying me or shall I go to your father with the price?" He asked as he got off the desk and walked around the room.
Draco leaned back in his chair. "Well, how much did my father hire you for, anyways," he drawled, very annoyed with the boy.
"Draco, your father didn't heir me, you did..." He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"For one day's guard... Here," he said, writing a check for four hundred dollars. It would set him back slightly, but it was worth it to get rid of this pest.
Harry took the check and laughed, handing it back. "Add two more zero's onto that and I'll be out of your life forever..."
Draco took the check back. "Fine. If you're still my bodyguard, then you can leave for the day. I haven't need of you right now. It's not like ninjas are going to leap out of my computer and assassinate me," he drawled, turning back to his computer.
"Have a nice night then Mister Malfoy," He said as he nodded and moved to leave.
"By the way, I won't be needing you for the rest of the week, either," he said, frowning at a bit of shoddy work on the files.
Harry shrugged. "Hey, you want to die, that's fine with me, it won't be on my conscience..."
"Remind me to have a memo drawn stating that you're not invited to the funeral," he said absently, fixing the error and running down the rest of the account.
"Remind me to congratulate the person who kills you..." Harry responded just as dryly as he threw a card on the desk and left.
'If you need me, call me 823-4666'
Draco ignored the card and continued working as usual. When he left, he hesitated slightly before sticking the card into the pocket of his pants and heading home. Tonight he was just going to sit at home and sleep the night away, hopefully being able to take his entire night off without a summons from his father.
Harry slid through the shadows as if one of them. He couldn't stop thinking about the blonde man that was his current boss. 'I swear, I thought I swore off blondes...'
The phone rang at six, and Draco picked it up with a sigh. "Hello?" he asked, already knowing who it was.
"Draco, dear, would you be so kind as to join me for dinner?" Lucius Malfoy's voice came over the phone.
"I'm very sorry..." he began, but was cut off by Lucius's smooth voice.
"Good, I'll be expecting you at seven thirty. Good-bye, Draco."
Draco pulled the phone away as he heard a click. "Great..." he mumbled, setting aside his work and going to change into a pair of black slacks, a blue silk shirt, and a pair of loafers.
He headed out to his car, slipping his wallet into his back pocket as he went.
Harry was leaning against the black Saturn and brushed off his back silk shirt. "You're going to be late..."
Draco rose an eyebrow and opened his door. "I didn't know I invited you..." he said. He drew in a deep breath and looked at the boy. "I'll give you a thousand dollars extra if you do me a favor tonight."
"And that would be?" Harry asked as he rose an eyebrow and got into the car.
"I don't have time to stop by any of my other... acquaintances houses, so I need you to pretend to be my lover for the night. Nothing too bad, mind you. No pawing of your person will be done. Just an arm around my waist and I kiss you once. Nothing more," he said as he turned on the car without buckling his seat belt.
"You mean you want me to be your boyfriend?" he asked with a smirk.
"Whatever title you want. I just don't want to sit through another one of his dinners with one of his prospective girls. I'm gay," he said, pulling out of the garage and starting for the highway to head out to his father's estates. "But if you don't want to, I'll understand. I'll just have to go and find a boy off the streets looking to make a thousand dollars."
"If you had a thousand dollars you'd be saving it to get rid of me...I'll do it, but don't worry about the extra money, I'm good with my set price." Harry said as he looked coolly at Draco then turned to look out the window.
Draco nodded and continued to drive in silence, not even bothering with the radio. He leaned back in his seat, slipping off one of his shoes and propping it on the dash. He drove with his leg once they were out of the city, using his hands to fasten his seat belt. He yawned as he drove with one hand, not wanting to see his father.
"What is your father like? What should I expect?" Harry asked as he shifted his gaze over to the casual blonde.
Draco kept his eyes on the road, unusually aware of the boy's eyes on him. "One of the best words to describe him is disdain. The man reeks of it. He hates my lifestyle and the fact that he has no control over it. He's power hungry, homophobic, and used to getting his way," Draco replied, reaching up to move a few strands of his nearly white hair out of his face.
"Interesting..." Harry murmured as he looked out the window. "Quickly, tell me you like, dislikes and favorite food..." he said as he saw the large manor they were fast approaching.
"I like horror movies, opera, and my job. I'm a workaholic. I dislike sloth, cheats and attachments. My favorite food is Blueberry bagels with cream cheese." He said, nodding to the guards at the gate. "You?"
"Favorite Opera?" He asked calmly as he looked up at the massive house.
"Madame Papillion.... I need to know things about you," he said reasonably, pulling up the drive slowly. "Make something up if you don't want me to know."
"I like soft music, romantic evenings and the ocean. I hate god , liars, and plain ice cream. My favorite food is roast chicken..." He replied. "Anything else you'd like to know before your father starts to ask me things that I should know...like your mothers maiden name or something..."
Draco looked over at the boy sharply. 'I think he is stalking me...' he thought. He frowned. "Just that I like the bottom," he said, parking and turning off the car.
"I didn't need to know that...personally I don't care..." He said slowly as he took off his seat belt when they stopped.
"He'll ask. Trust me," Draco said, getting out of the car and putting on one of his most charming smiles. "Shall we, dear?" he said, tone dripping with sugar and sweetness.
Harry's expression changed from uncaring and cold to warm and loving. "Of course, everything will be fine..."
Draco smiled again and moved close to the boy, slipping his arm around his 'boy-friend/lover/what-ever-the-hell-he-wanted-to-be-called's' waist. "Let's go meet my father," he said, leaning against the slightly taller boy's body and leading him up to the manor entrance.
Harry nodded and moved up to the large double doors, holding the blonde to his side gently. Clearing his throat he smiled and knocked firmly on the door.
Draco followed the butler to his father's dinning room. Sure enough, there was a perky brunette sitting at the table, entertaining his father with dull stories.
He smiled at his father when he entered. "Hello, father. I apologies for being late... Harry got me slightly distracted before we left," he said, smiling happily and taking a seat next to his father, smiling at his bodyguard.
Harry stepped forward and looked at Lucius closely as the man stood and gazed at him back. Harry could tell this man was going to be hard to kill...very much like Draco in the aspect. The two men sized each other up for a moment each waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Welcome..." Lucius said icily, extend his hand slightly.
Harry took his hand in a brief firm shake and nodded to the man. "Mister Malfoy, from what I've heard you have worked hard for your surroundings and have outfitted yourself with only the best. You have raised a wonderful empire and household..." with that the two men released one another's hand and Harry moved to sit next to Draco, taking his pale hand in his as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Draco watched his father's eyebrow raise in a slight imitation of what he himself did and vowed never to do it again. He held Harry's hand, trying not to pull his hand away. He dispised hand holding, cuddling... all of that nonsense.
"Thank you, Mr.....?" Lucius asked, smiling graciously at the boy. He wanted the boy killed. He'd gotten too close to Draco. The boy was set to marry in less than a year, and he was still dating men.
"Potter, Harry Potter, I am your son's bodyguard..." He said calmly looking into the man's eyes, daring him to say anything.
'Thank god,' Lucius said, relaxing. "Really? He does tend to be quite informal with the help... But dear me, I have been amiss in my duty. Draco, this is your fiancee, Miss Pansy Parkinson," he said, indicating the giggling girl to his left.
Draco looked to his father and smiled politely. "I'm sorry, father, I wasn't aware that I'd made any engagement."
Harry calmly looked around the room as if admiring it, but his suspicions were confirmed when he saw two blinking lights in the room and the quick movement of someone watching them in the room. He turned his attention back to the drama in front of him.
Lucius smiled. "It's okay, Draco. I know how busy you are at work, so I made it for you," he said, his smile turning dangerous.
Draco met his father's gaze unflinchingly. "Unfortunately, Miss Parkinson, I won't be marrying you. I have other plans, and am too busy at work," Draco said, standing. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, father, but I have to go. Come on, love." He leaned down and gently kissed Harry, making the kiss look more intimate than it really was.
Harry smiled and decided that he was going to play Draco's lover to the fullest. Casually he stood and pressed their bodies together as he dipped Draco over his arm, never braking contact with the blonde.
Draco's body responded immediately to the intimate contact. He wrapped his arms around the boy's neck and held his head closer. When he remembered that it was just for show, he pulled away and smiled at his father's angry gaze. "Good-bye. Miss Parkinson, it was lovely to meet you," he said, pulling away from Harry and leading the way out of the dinning room.
Harry followed, his arm casually around Draco's waist in the same familiar and warm manner he had had when they first stepped into the house.
Lucius motioned to one of his guards. "Follow him. I want you to find out where the Potter boy lives and take him out," Lucius whispered into his guard's ear. He smiled at the brunette sitting stunned in her seat. "I'm sorry about that, Pansy, dear. My son is just going through a small teenage rebellion..."
Draco exited the manor and his entire demeanor changed. He grinned and pulled the keys out of his pocket, deactivating the security alarm on his car. "You were great... should've taken up the stage," he said, unlocking it.
Harry nodded his thanks and let go of the blonde, moving around the passenger side of the car. "It was one of my choices when I was younger..."
Draco climbed into the car and rose an eyebrow. "Younger? You couldn't be more than 19... "he said, shrugging. He started the car, eager to get away from his father's home.
"18 actually..." Harry said as he put on his seat belt and leaned back in the chair.
Draco nodded. He pulled out of the parking spot and flew down the drive, taking the turn at a very dangerous speed. "You look it," he said simply, slipping off his shoe and resuming his position in the driver's seat.
"Thank you...when we get into the city I will direct you to my house..." He said calmly.
Inside his mind was whirling. 'That was a great kiss...his lips were really soft...shut up, you swore of relationships, casual or other wise. No more getting involved with people you're going to kill. But I'm not going to kill him, I'm going to kill his father after I take him the head quarters to be questioned. Still, it will end badly and you know it. No more people, you are a shadow, only blackness will save you and when you die, only the darkness will mourn you...'
Draco sensed the boy's tenseness and matched it with his own. 'Wow... I haven't been kissed like that in a long time...' he thought, smiling suddenly. Harry Potter was going to be his next conquest.
When they reached the city limits, Draco looked to the boy and gave him his most charming and disarming smile. "Where to?" he asked, voice soft and velvety.
"Take your next left and continue straight, I'll tell you when to turn..." Harry said as he glanced over at the blonde and twitched his lips.
Draco maneuvered his car through the traffic and turned left. He drove slowly and looked over at Harry. "Where now?" he asked.
"Go up a few more block and I'll walk the rest of the way..." He said softly looking over at his boss and smiling. "My apartment is unreachable by roads..." He said with a light chuckled
Draco pulled over and parked the car. "Bye," he said, smiling.
"Goodbye, I'll see you in a week..." he said as he unbuckled his seat belt and moved to get out of the small car.
Draco shrugged and pulled away from the curb after Harry shut the door. He went back to his apartment and continued to compile the list of accounts that needed to be audited.
It was Wednesday and Harry was calmly flipping though a magazine when his phone rang. 'Danmit...I'm told to go away and he wants me back'
Harry frowned and moved over to the phone. "Yes Draco?" he said when he picked up.
Draco rose an eyebrow. "I was calling to inform you that I'm going out of town for a few days," he said, throwing his clothes haphazardly into his dufflebag. He'd been threatened eirlier that day, and had taken his father's money to get out of town. 'Why I don't know...' he thought, sighing softly.
"Shall I accompany you or do wish to be left alone?" Harry asked as he moved to his room and began to pack.
"Alo.... Actually... you'd better come with me. I might need you," he said, sighing loudly. He zipped the bag shut and moved into his bathroom, retrieving his various toiletries. 'It's a good thing I travel light...' he thought, tossing them into a side pocket of his bag.
"Drive to the corner that you dropped me off at. Bring your bag with you and go through two ally ways until you come to a large building. Go to the fire escape and wait for me..." He said as he zipped his backpack and hung up the phone.
Draco grabbed his briefcase and tossed the phone on the sofa as he left. He was going to make his father answer all of his questions later. He grabbed the large amount of cash that he had hidden in the cookie jar on his counter.
When he got to his car, he carefully pulled his hair under the black, shorthaired wig that he'd bought last week. After he was sure that his hair was up, he got out and switched the license plates on his car to the ones he kept for just such an occasion.
Draco quickly pulled out of the garage, making sure that no one was following him. He made his way to the corner that he'd been told to wait at and parked his car. He got out, dragging his duffel bag and briefcase with him. He set his alarm as he walked down the dark alleyway, blending into the shadows and keeping out of sight. When he saw the large building, he sat down on the fire escape, looking around cautiously.
Harry looked down and chuckled softly as he put on his backpack and silently climbed down the old staircase. "You look ridiculous... who are you hiding from? The guard that's been following you for the past two days, or yourself? Which ever it is you're doing a marvelous job of it..." he said with a laugh.
Draco sighed. "Maybe I should just leave you here..." he grumbled, standing and grabbing his duffel. "Come on, our plane leaves in two hours."
"It wouldn't matter either way...you wouldn't be running if I'd have been around..." Harry replied as he smoothed down his black turtleneck and got off the stairs.
Draco rose an eyebrow. 'I've changed my mind. I don't want this ice cube in my bed...' he thought, turning and going back to his car as quickly as he could.
Harry quickly caught up with the boy and slid a familiar arm around his waist, pulling him to his side securely.
Draco pulled away slightly and frowned at the boy. "What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.
"Don't look surprised, my love..." Harry said as he smiled at the blonde, his warm eyes darting to the right quickly. "I was just going keep you close to me. I am you...bodyguard after all..." He said with a seductive quirk of his lips as he pulled Draco to him again.
Draco lowered his eyebrow and leaned against Harry slightly, acting like he was comfortable. He unlocked his car and tossed his equipment into the back seat before shutting the door. 'He should have been an actor... I almost believed that he thought I was attractive...'
"My ...gentlemen..." Harry said as he opened the car door and smiled at the blonde.
Draco gave him a small smile and stepped into the car. "Thank you," he said, putting on his seat belt.
When Harry got in, he started the car and pulled away from the curb, blending into the traffic with his small, maneuverable car. "You really should have been an actor... I almost believed you," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why didn't you? You never know, I could've been serious..." Harry said with a small smile as he leaned back and adjusted his seat belt
"Somehow, Mr. Potter, I know that you're not..." he said, weaving in and out of traffic.
"Harry, if you would... I never liked my last name..." Harry said as he yawned softly.
Draco shrugged and made his way to the freeway. He looked around and smiled. Quickly, he changed directions and drove to the train station.
"Smart boy..." Harry drawled as he blew on his nails softly.
Draco parked the car and got out, grabbing his bags from the back. He didn't check to see if Harry was following as he set his alarm and walked to the terminal, annoyed at the conceding tone Harry had used.
Harry sighed and mentally nodded. 'Its better this way...at least I won't hurt him...'
Draco smiled at the attendant. "Two for San Diego, please. And make it a sleeper car," he said, noting Harry's presence.
"Would you like a double bed or two singles?" the attendant asked, smiling back.
"What would you like, Harry?" Draco asked, his expression blank.
"Now Tom, I don't think that's a question worth asking..." Harry said as he winked at the attendant, slipping his arm around Draco's shoulders.
Draco smiled. "The double, please," he said.
"I'll need to see your ID's so I can print up the tickets," she said, smiling at the seemingly happy couple.
Draco held out his fake ID. It was for Tom Roberts. He looked up at Harry and took the wallet out of the boy's back pocket. Draco fished in it for a while before pulling out an ID that listed his bodyguard as James H. Evans from Queens.
"Thank you," she said, typing on her computer for a few seconds before reaching below and pulling up two tickets. "That'll be 450, please."
Draco handed over five hundred-dollar bills and took his tickets. When he got his change, he nodded to the woman and walked to the platforms.
"We leave on track four in ten minutes," he said, hurrying to the platform.
"Don't look so flustered..." Harry said softly as he lay a calming hand on the blonde's sleeve. "No one is following us...you'll be safe with me..." He said, flashing a true small smile at Draco. "Come on..." He took their bags and moved onto their train easily enough.
Draco hopped on and handed the conductor his tickets, trying to control his body's reaction to his bodyguard's smile. 'He's... wow...' he thought, taking the stubs and heading for the compartment. He dropped onto the comfortable bed as soon as the door was shut.
Harry stretched and opened his backpack. "Hmmm...ah ha..." He smiled slightly and pulled out an old beat up CD played and a set of headphones that seemed to be held up by ducktape and sheer will.
Draco looked over and smiled softly. Shaking his head, he sat up. "Did you want the bed? Or am I taking it?" he asked, grabbing his own bag as the train started to move. After hesitating a moment, he looked at his bag, suddenly nervous. "Or do you want to share it? It is a big bed..."
Harry looked up at Draco through the curtain of his black hair. "It's up to you, I'll sleep on the chairs if you like, they aren't that hard..."
Draco shook his head. "We're both reasonable adults. We can handle sharing a bed for a few nights. It'll only take us a week to get there," he said, nodding and standing. "Do you want something to eat? I haven't had a chance to get anything yet, so I'm going to the dinning car."
"I'm alright thank you..." He said, pulling an apple out of his bag and moving into the darkest corner of the four seats, blending in instantly.
Draco shrugged and walked out, heading for the dinning car.
When he returned, he found Harry asleep on the bed. He checked his watch and rose an eyebrow. It was close to midnight. He stripped down to his boxer shorts and climbed into bed, taking off his wig and setting it on one of the seats. Stretching, he shook out his hair and laid on his side, facing away from his body guard.
"Come back earlier next time, or I'll go out and find you..." Harry said as he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Draco lay there for a few minutes, thinking of how nice it was to have a warm body in bed with him again. He quickly fell asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
It was late in the after noon when the train whistle woke Harry from his sound sleep. He shifted and gently squeezed the body in his arms, smiling at the feel of the male next to him.
Draco yawned and slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed them for a few minutes before he frowned and looked around. When he remembered where he was, he sat up, detangling himself from Harry. Slowly, he eased himself out of bed and walked into the small cubicle they had for a bathroom. He washed his face in the sink, trying to forget how good it had felt to be held by the boy. 'I'm just setting myself up for heartbreak... he doesn't like me that way...' he scolded himself, scrubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Harry sighed and sat up quietly. He dressed and moved over to the shadowed seats, slipping on his headphones and pulling out his book once more. 'Stop it Potter, you're not aloud to be liked in such away, especially by such a beautiful boy whose father you are going to kill...'
Draco pulled on a pair of loose black trousers and a black sweater. He grabbed his slippers and opened the door. "I'll be back later," he said, putting on his wig. He grabbed his laptop and headed for the dinning car to get a cup of coffee and to work on his latest account.
'He didn't even look to see where I was...' Harry thought to himself bitterly. 'Not that it matters, it's better this way...no mess...no ties...I'm just a shadow...just another piece of the darkness...'
Draco returned around five with a sandwich for Harry. He handed it to his bodyguard and smiled. "Thought you might be hungry," he said, sitting on the bed and setting his laptop down. He handed the boy a bottle of water and lay back on the pillows.
Harry nodded absently and set the sandwich by his feet. He was to absorbed in his thoughts to notice much other than Draco was back and he was unhurt.
Draco pulled off his wig and grabbed his brush. He ran it through his silky hair, checking his e-mail with the satellite Internet he had. It was expensive, but it was worth it in his opinion. Especially since he was able to work wherever he went. He sent the accounts information to his section supervisor, adding a note that he was forced to go out of town on family business and that he would be back soon.
After about five hours, he sighed and turned off his laptop. The business that he was working on had some serious accounting discrepancies. He set it in his briefcase and stood up. He stripped off his clothes, leaving only his boxer shorts on as he climbed into the large bed and lay on his side, facing away from Harry. "Good night," he yawned, closing his eyes.
When Harry was positive the blonde boy was asleep he turned over and gathered him into his arms, "Just this once..." he whispered, falling asleep quickly.
Second chapter, wow...this took a really long time. I know its not what I usually do, but this just for fun. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as we did writing it...Don't forget to review,
Forever Loyal,
Kat ==and Vogel