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Chapter Five: Slave Labor

"What is that?" Draco looked at Harry curiously as they walked towards Honeydukes.

During the walk Harry had put on his headphones, mostly because he wanted to erase the memory of what the blond did to him on their journey to Hogsmeade.

"Hello? Potter?" Draco tapped the boy on the shoulder.

"What?"

"What is that around your head?"

"What?" he didn't want to stop listening to his favorite song.

"What is that around your head are you deaf!?"

"Whatever," he shrugged and continued to look on ahead past the small shops.

"Can't you hear me? POTTER!!" he yelled close to his ear.

"AHH!" the Gryffindor jumped covering his ears, "god, no need to shout, asshole," he lifted one side of the headphones so he was still listening to the song in the other ear.

The blond looked like he was about to explode. "What is that thing around your head?" he said in a murderous low voice.

'Easy there dimwit, remember Pansy's plan,' the inner voice said in Dracos' head.

Harry watched a bit fearfully as the Slytherin Prince suddenly calmed down. "You're right."

"About what?" the raven head backed away a little.

"No not you."

The Gryffindor looked around, barely anyone was outside. He looked back at Draco and backed away even more.

"So what is that thing?" he pointed to the headphones.

"It's a CD player."

"A what?"

"A CD player, it plays music," he spoke as if he were teaching a three year old, "see?" he stopped the CD and opened the player where a red disk lay.

"That's a muggle device isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Ugh!" he turned back to walking. "Filthy."

'Disturbing person...we didn't fight at all! Holy shit! I think I might be on crack!' Harry suddenly pondered the idea, 'yeah I might be.'

Another idea occurred through him and he ginned evilly as he played the cd again and took off his headphones.

'Ok, I have to calm down; muggle stuff can't be that bad right?'

'I bet they're interesting, damn you and your Malfoyish ways! You bastard! You muggle hater! You sex addict!'

"I'm not a sex addict!"

Harry blinked and tried to hold back his laughter as he held the headphones closer towards Dracos' head.

'I didn't say that out loud did I?'

'Yep ya did ma boy! And yes you are a sex addict, heheh, ever since you started noticing Harrys' hot bod you couldn't stop think about having sex with the-"

'Ok I get it-' "AH!" he felt something being put quickly and forcefully over his ears. He tried to run but two strong hands grabbed his arms nearly making him fall. 'HOLY SHIT!!!! I'M GONNA BE MUGGED! POSSIBLY RAPED!! MOST LIKELY MURDERED!!!'

"Calm down," he heard Harrys' voice near his ear, laughing lightly. The blond suddenly froze in shock, their bodies were so close together and he liked the heat radiating against the other boy.

'Oh shit. Don't get hard, don't get hard,' he chanted in his head trying to ignore how close they were, 'too bad we're not naked-NO STOP IT! HEAD OUT OF GUTTER NOW!'

"Just listen."

"To what?" he instantely hated himse for sounding wimpy.

"You don't hear anything?"

"Just you."

".........I will try to ignore the fact that your voice was soft, here let me see," he looked down at his cd player, "oh, sorry it was on pause." He pressed the play button and the Slytherin jumped in surprise when music suddenly banged into his head.

"What the hell?" he tried not to look disappointed when Harry let go of him and continued to walk, pulling Draco along because he still had the cd player. "What is this?" he lifted one side of the headphones like the Gryffindor had before.

"It is music, have you heard of it?"

"Shut up and quit sounding sarcastic!"

"It's trust company."

"A company?"

"Not an actual company, it's a band."

"Oh," he frowned slightly as he kept listening to the music, "I never heard anything like this before."

"You're kidding right?"

"No. Unlike you, I have TASTE in music."

"You do realize that muggles can make music too."

"Yes but I thought they did it like us. I had no idea they did barbaric music."

"It's not barbaric...why are we being civil?"

"Why do you care?"

"Just wondering, usually we'd be pounding the shit out of each other."

"Yeah sure whatever. So this is the only type of music that muggles can do?"

Harry sighed. "Who dumb could you get? Of course they don't only do that type of music! They do hip hop, pop, rock, classical, and other stuff! Damn that's sad of you."

"Shut up, we're here."

"Where?" The Gryffindor turned to where Draco was looking, "oh."

There it stood, the glorious store that was Honeydukes, the big mama store of all sweets, the-ok whatever.

The two teens walked inside. The store seemed a lot more peaceful since it was empty; the shelves stuffed with sweets made it seem like heaven.

Harry immediately spotted a few large jars full of the gum balls that Hermione was begging him to get for her. 'They do look good...long lasting taste that lasts for days...different flavors...mm-mm! I wonder what flaver Dr-' he was interrupted by his thoughts when he felt his headphones being rammed back to him.

"Ah good, you're both here, and on time too," Annabelle walked towards them.

"You must be Mrs. Honeydukes, a pleasure to meet you madam," Draco said politely as he shook the startled woman's hand after giving it a small peck at the knuckles. Harry gawked at him.

'Insanity level, one hundred percent, oh well who gives?' the blond thought amusedly.

'I'm scared for you now.'

'Shut up.'

"NEVAAAAA!!!!'

"Well," Annabelle looked slightly flustered. "Let's start with the ground rules before we start with anything."

At the time Hank arrived with a list in his hand. He was frowning at it in confusion then sighed. "Not again!"

"Hank, the uh, new employees have arrived."

"Huh? Oh, hi there," he joined his wife as he folded and pocketed the list. "Where are the uniforms?"

"Uniforms?" Draco paled.

"Yes," Annabelle began, "you'll be starting your work in the basement, when you've both or one of you have gotten better at it then you'll be promoted to a higher job."

"Oh, but what are these uniforms?"

"Well you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes when you work down there would you?"

"No!"

Harry tried to stifle a laugh. "What are the rules?"

"Simple, work civilly together, there's absolutely NO stealing the candies, and no cursing, at least not in front of us or any one else here," Hank said the last rule almost desperately.

"Guess that means I'll have to buy the gum balls," Harry hung his head low miserably, he hadn't brought any money with him. 'Hermione's gonna kill me.'

"You already know about the payments I trust."

"Yeah, old hippie-I'm mean-DUMBLEDORE told us," Draco said almost mockingly, he earned a nudge in the ribs from Harry. "Ouch! Bastard!" he hit him back.

"Boys! Please! We're trying to make this as easy as possible for everyone's sanity," Annabelle said pleadingly.

"Oh sorry, my sanity was buried six feet underground yesterday," the Slytherin said cheerfully. Harry's glare suddenly looked startled and he backed away like he had before.

Mrs. Honeydukes glanced at her husband then found her voice again. "Uh...follow me I'll show you to your working spots."

They followed her to the back of the counter where they went through a door and down the stairs to the basement. There were candles flickering lazily as they floated in the air. Harry looked a bit confused because he didn't remember seeing them the last time he had been there when he came through the secret passage.

"Here are your uniforms, well they're aprons really," Annabelle laughed a little before pointing towards two hooks on the wall near the stairs. Harry and Draco's names were over each hook indicating which one belonged to whom.

The two teens picked up the aprons, the blond frowned at it slightly, it had Honeydukes' logo written cross the top.

"Today you'll just move the boxes in order for us to walk around and keep things organized," Mrs. Honeydukes said motioning towards the wooden crates scattered all over the place.

"Why didn't you do it? Ow!" Draco glared at Harry for stepping on his foot; the raven head merely stuck his tongue out at him and missed the slight blush that appeared on the blonds face. 'Don't think dirty thoughts Draco, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER DAMNIT!'

"We were planning on doing that but we were too busy with the customers and the mixed orders from Zonkos," the older lady shrugged.

"So you get their stuff and they get yours?" Harry asked.

"Yep," there was the tinkle of a bell and opening then shutting of a door, loud arguing voices of Hank and another man could be heard, "oh dear, that'll be Franklin, why don't you begin your work while I try to sort things out." She muttered a few other things under breath as she walked up the stairs.

The Golden Boy and Ice Prince pulled on their aprons/uniforms and looked at the numerous boxes of sweets half heartedly.

"This is your entire fault," Harry muttered as he walked to the boxes.

"My fault?" Draco nearly burst, "you started the fucking fight!"

"So what? You could have just ignored me," he lifted a crate with clenched teeth because of the weight and put it on top of another one. "Jeeze! They're heavy!"

Draco sat down on a box and watched amusedly as Harry kept moving the wooden crates around. 'Why DIDN'T I ignore him that day?'

'Dunno, maybe you were nuts before I even started talking to you. You're one weird cat.'

'You are such an ITCH!'

'Mwahahahaha! Well aren't you gonna get to doing Pansy's plan?'

'In a minute. I need to stare a little more.'

'Fangirl, that's what you are.'

'FanBOY.'

'........AHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! Yep! You were definitely crazy before I even got to you!'

'Oh well.'

Harry noticed the staring and felt uncomfortable. He looked over to the Slytherin and started fuming. "MALFOY!"

"What?"

"GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!"

"You work today and I'll work tomorrow."

"Hell no, get your fancy ass over here and help me!"

The blond looked rather taken aback at the term 'fancy ass' but stood up anyway, sulking a little. He took out his wand and pointed it to a crate. "Leviosa," he drawled. Nothing happened. "Leviosa!" Still nothing, Draco looked from the crate to his wand with intense horror.

"We can't use magic."

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Because I just found out now so ñeeeee," he stuck his tongue out again. Draco blushed lightly and tried to push images out of his head.

"That just proves that you were dumb enough not to think of using magic in the first place!"

"Whatever, at least I didn't embarrass myself with saying the spell over and over-"

"Shut up!" to his surprise Harry laughed then returned to the crates. 'Well, I guess Pansy was right,' he felt a smirk crawl across his face then turned to the pile of crates.

-Hours pass-

Both boys were now breathing a bit heavily at moving so many boxes yet making little progress even though their bosses told them they were making good progress.

"Fucking hell!" Draco shouted angrily, "this is slave labor I tell you! Slave labor!!!"

"Shut the hell up!" the raven head wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and turned to another crate. They seemed to be getting heavier every time they lifted another one.

"I need fuel," the blond lifted the lid from a random box and grabbed a pack of sugar quills.

"Draco no!"

He stopped in mid air with tip of the quill close to his mouth. "Did you just call me by my first name?"

"I did? Oh well-we're not supposed to steal any candy!" he took the sugar quills away from the Slytherin and put them back in the box. Draco pouted but closed the box before banging his head on it. "Stop! Jesus Christ you insane idiot!"

He stopped with his head still lying on the box and sighed. "This is the most outrageous punishment I've ever had," he said, his voice muffled against the surface of the box.

"Dumbledore's gone all hippie what else did you expect?" the Gryffindor turned back to the crate he was about to get before stopping the Slytherin.

"A pile of money."

"You're already filthy stinking rich, why do you need more money?"

"I said it at random."

"Whatever."

Draco sighed again and lifted a crate. "Oomph! Oh shit," he said through clenched teeth, barely breathing. The box was very heavy, there were whirring sounds inside and he stumbled backwards. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Whoa hey, wait stop-STOP! No, no, no, no, NO!" Harry tried to back away as the blond stumbled dangerously closer. He felt the cool wall hit his back and he tried to slide away quickly.

"SHIIIIT!!!!" the box steered over sending the blond backwards and hitting his back against the wall of crates. The box fell loudly on the floor and Draco slid to the floor, all pooped out, the poor boy. "Too heavy," he managed to breathe out.

Harry looked at the crate; it looked different from the other ones. It had the word Fragile written on all the sides and the word Zonkos written as well. "It's not for Honeydukes."

"That was pointless! I didn't even read what it fucking said! Ow I think I over used my arms, ow my back ow, ow, ow," he reached a hand to his back, arching slightly before leaning over making a few cricking sounds, the blond sighed in relief, "ooh that felt better."

Harry tried hard to not blush or get hard. He took a few steps back and sat on the evil heavy crate. 'Why is it so hot down here?' he thought absently as he watched Draco stretching his back.

"It's too hot here," the boy said as if hearing Harry's thoughts, he instantly took off the apron and both of his shirts. The raven head blushed brightly as he found his eyes wander around the blonds exposed pale skin. Well toned muscles, slightly sweaty, begging to be touched.

'Crud,' he was getting hard as dirty visions started rushing through his head, 'get your head out of the gutter NOW!' he quickly stood up and walked away hiding behind a few piled up boxes.

Draco watched him go, noticing the slight bulge growing in the other boys' pants. He grinned and was about to go over to him but was interrupted with the door opening and Annabelle walking down to them. 'God why? WHY!?' he thought angrily, cursing at her intrusion.

"Ok, your shift is done-Mr. Malfoy put your shirt-shirts back on please!"

He glared at her but put on both of his shirts, he stood up holding the apron.

"Mr. Potter what are you doing over there?"

"Huh? Oh! I got tired," he was blushing harder.

"Oh, well then, you've done a great improvement, and you both haven't torn each other apart so no deduction today. Same time tomorrow boys."

"When do we get paid?" the blond asked as he hung up his apron.

"Next week."

"What else do we do when we're done with the crates?" Harry asked as he braved himself to hang his own apron next to Draco.

"Oh it won't be finished; orders come in everyday so until your promoted it's just moving crates."

Both looked like Quidditch would be canceled forever.

"Ok then, what's with the zero magic here?" Draco asked.

"The person who owned this place before us used some kind of deflecting spell to push away any magic down here, well just in this basement."

"Life sucks," Harry sighed.

"So how'd it go?" Ron asked as Harry stumbled in the common room.

"Like hell....I think I'm gay."

There was a small silence before Hermione giggled. "Harry you ARE gay. Where's my gum balls"

"So?" Pansy nearly jumped off the sofa when she saw Draco enter the common room. "Find out anything?"

"You were right," he collapsed on the couch nearly squashing the girl, "he was getting hard when he saw me take off my shirt."

"Who wouldn't? Ok so now it's time to move on to step two!"

"Oh sorry I already did that."

"Uh what?"

"When we were on our way to Hogsmeade, he seemed shocked but I guess he was trying to ignore it."

"Oh."

"He showed me what a cd player is though."

She cocked her head to the side curiously. "CD player?"

"Muggle device that plays the oddest music in the world."

"Ah."

Blaise sat down on a separate couch, completely out of it. His two friends stared at him a bit blankly. "What happened to you?" Draco almost laughed.

"Busy day. Studies, library, Quidditch practice, Colin, the usual."

"......I didn't need to hear that last part."

"Oh well, too bad for you."

"Anyway, I guess we'll just have to skip to step three," sighed the Slytherinette.

"How many steps are there?" Blaise asked curiously.

"About as much to get Harry and Draco together."

"Oooh I almost forgot about that. How was work?" he said lazily as he lay on the couch as if it were the beach.

"Slave labor," the blond hissed, "horrible ugly slave labor!"

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