Disclaimer: No I don't own J/K Rowling…umm obviously…. I also don't own any of her characters and what not…I wish I did…cause then I would be uber cool. That's right. Uber.
A/N: This is really short. I'm sorry. But I wanted to update cause, well, I don't really know, and I have to finish before the O.C. comes on. The O.C. is very important.
"What the hell are you doing here?" hissed Harry as he pulled himself up onto his elbows to stare at Spider. He shook his head, hoping that Spider was just some sort of prison nightmare that would vanish as quickly as it had appeared.
No such luck.
Hold on a second. Why was he holding a wand, "Where the hell did you get a wand? You're a muggle."
Harry knew that asking questions was a sign of weakness. What he needed to do was stay calm and just take control of the situation. He'd spent the last three years learning how to control men like Spider. They fell in line as soon as they knew who was in command. Just stay calm.
"What the fuck is going on!" Nice going Harry. You sure showed him whose boss. The slow chuckle and cool stare from the man Harry had beaten bloody previously during the day was not helping the situation. He wasn't used to being off balance. He was always in control. He needed to be in control. Everyone had used him as a child and he had vowed to himself that he would never be treated as a pawn again. He wasn't about to break that vow for a street junkie like Spider.
This "street junkie" towered over Harry with a wand pointed directly at his heart. Not that it really mattered. Two simple words and a wand pointed within Harry's general vicinity would leave him just as dead as a wand pointed at his heart. But it was the class of the action that mattered. A wand pointed at his left earlobe wasn't nearly as alarming.
Seeing Harry's eyes fixated on the wand Spider took a few steps back and slipped the wand into some hidden coat pocket. Gangster style. The extra room allowed Harry to pull himself into a sitting position. Not enough room to stand. That would just give him an advantage, and the way his day had been going, he highly doubted that was about to happen.
"Look at the famous Harry Potter. He disappeared from the wizarding world three years ago and now- stuck in a prison cell. You planning on staying 'til you rot? 'Cause with all the shit the authorities have on you that's the way it's gonna go," Spider looked as if he wouldn't like anything better.
Harry stared grimly at the chipped porcelain toilet sitting in the corner of the room. His eyes followed the drops of water that made their way slowly to stain the hard cement floor.
"Gee, no need to worry about me Spider. I'm quite enjoying it here. I only wish I had a nice butch cellmate to call me hunny bunny, maybe one with a nice tattoo of a heart with the word 'mom'." He left a nice pause. Perfect timing was another thing he loved. "And, oh yeah, I don't have to deal with losers like you." Well at least until you appear in my secure prison cell waking me up by waving your stick in my face. He opted to keep that part to himself. Sighing he raised his eyes to gauge Spider's mood.
He was pissed. Harry had never understood why people seemed so surprise when they insulted someone, and then were insulted in return. They seemed to expect Harry to take everything silently and patiently. Harry would leave that to the men that had misplaced their balls.
Spider merely smiled. It went nowhere near his eyes. Perhaps it was just a twitch of his lips. "Now, now Harry. You don't want to do pissing off the man who has the capability to get you out of this place. He pulled the wand out of whatever mysterious place it had vanished to and flourished it, taking in the cell. "No matter how much you love it here. I mean the view is absolutely stunning." Harry winced and avoided glancing up at the tiny hole in the wall that let in light for about five minutes of the day.
Although he stayed in the same slouched position, Harry was suddenly paying rapt attention to what Spider was saying. What was it he had said when he had appeared? 'Boss wants to see you.' That was it. Who the hell was Spiders boss? As far as Harry was aware he never worked for anyone other then small deals to keep enough cash to keep up his habit. And he never worked for anyone enough so that they would have any right of claiming him. Spider had always been careful about staying his own man.
"Enough chatting," Barked Spider, "it's time to go."
Harry considered his options. Well, considering it was rot in prison for the rest of his life, or take a chance going wherever the hell Spider was taking him he would go with the latter. He really had been joking about wanting a cellmate. Harry shuddered. And that was bound to happen sooner or later.
However the choice was not as easy as it seemed. Harry had completely avoided the wizarding world for three years, and he doubted spider had a wand if he was taking him back to the muggle's. He may not be ready to rejoin the wizarding world, but he doubted that he ever truly would be. And it was that or prison.
He took a deep breath and one last glance around the cell. Not to remember it, but to remind himself why he was leaving himself at the mercy of a man who probably had quite a grudge against him. "All right then, lets go." Spider stepped forward, placed a callused hand on Harry's shoulder, and dissaperated them out of the cell.
When Harry had his bearings and the nausea had passed he took in his surroundings. He was in a very classy office that was furnished in green and silver. He glanced in surprise as spider silently slipped out of the door and left Harry completely alone in the room.
Wait. Green and Silver. That was slytherins colours. Oh god let this be some sort of horrible coincidence. He could think of only one person who would leave school and actually decorate their house in their old school colours. On that thought he spun as he heard the door swing open behind him.
Leaning casually against the doorframe with his dirty blonde hair hanging in his ice blue eyes Malfoy smirked at Harry. Cringing Harry waited as Malfoys eyes slowly took in his stunningly flattering jumpsuit, and greasy hair. Really the result of having just spent a night in a prison cell. "Hello Potter. Missed me?"