Title: Guns and Roses
Summary: AU. Harry Potter: novelist who witnesses attempted murder by the mob. Draco Malfoy: son of a mobster. What happens when Draco shows up on the morning of Harry's witness protection departure claiming to be his assigned bodyguard? DMHP.
Warning: Mild name calling ;)
Chapter 4: My Apologies
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Draco stood before the large window in front of Harry's flat. He saw his reflection within the glass: white button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to three quarters length, a pair of crisp black slacks, and a set of polished black dress shoes.
All fresh off of the clothes rack.
Sophisticated, yet relaxed all the same was the appearance he was trying to portray. He did have to say so himself; he looked good. He flattened a stray fly-away before he took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.
Draco was more than curious to see what this man called Harry Potter looked like. His name rang a bell off in the recesses of his mind, and somehow it had nothing to do with his writing career, he was positive. The front door opened and a black haired man stood in the threshold.
His hair was rustled—as if he had just rolled out of bed. His forest green eyes were draped under a set of long dark eyelashes. The old fable of jealousy ridden green eyes was lost upon Draco as he looked into his innocent depths. He was dressed in faded blue jeans that Draco had a feeling were actually faded from use rather than bought as a style. He had on a dark grey button up shirt, and a pair of scruffy tennis shoes.
After Draco's slight hesitation, more specifically after Draco's once over of the dark haired writer, he cleared his throat and said with a charming smile, "Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm Draco. I'll be coming with you to the States."
Draco extended his hand and shook Harry's within a strong grip. Yet another Malfoy trademark. It supposedly showed strength, according to his father. And as Harry introduced himself almost meekly and invited him inside, Draco thought, 'Well, here goes another adventure in the life of Draco Malfoy.'
But as he watched Harry bend over to pick up a rather large box, Draco smirked to himself. He was going to like this mission. He didn't particularly feel like being caught staring, so he went to pick up a box of his own.
Noticing the silence between them and not really liking it, Draco spoke up. "So, Harry—may I call you Harry?" he asked as he carefully lifted a heavy box into the moving van. The shorter man had by this time succumbed to the sun's heat combined with physical labor and had pushed his long sleeves up to his shoulders.
Looking at his athletic muscles, Draco could only imagine what lied beneath Mr. Potter's attire. Oh yes, Draconis Lucius Malfoy was especially going to like his new mission. Compared to frequent stake outs in the freezing cold, babysitting a hostage of great importance, or even monotonous paperwork, this seemed like a sunny vacation.
Dropping the fact that he would eventually have to get rid of Mr. Potter, he was taking another trip to the United States of America, and getting permission to seduce Mr. Harold James Potter, novelist extraordinaire.
If someone were to stereotype his life, they would probably think him the bad guy's right hand man—son in this situation—with all kinds of nifty gadgets, evil parties, and arms full of busty blondes. When in reality, he was constantly mocked by his father, given a gun and pair of shades, always missing out on Lucius's formal affairs to complete his dirty work for him, and only took one partner at a time.
And for the record, he preferred dark haired companions. Ash was his exception though; they went a long ways back.
Speaking of partners, Draco liked both genders. A man's lean, solid body and muscles turned him on just as much as a woman's soft and supple curves. Draco's childhood wasn't ideal, and he was positive he knew why his preferences were so.
Harry interrupted his trip down memory lane with his answer, "Sure. I think this is about it. I'm sorry there was so much stuff; the lot of it belongs to my parents and godfather. Are we running late?" Harry frowned.
Draco smiled at Harry's worried expression. 'Harry, Harry, Harry, I promise you that you won't be slain…today.' "Don't worry, we have enough time," Draco glanced at his wristwatch, "But we really should get moving. It's quarter after seven. Our flight leaves in an hour." Draco slammed the moving van shut, and leaned on it with his back.
"Before we go, Harry, I wanted to ask you something."
Harry's eyebrow rose in curiosity. "Yeah?"
Draco pushed himself off of the back of the van and stepped towards Harry, closing in the space between them. He grabbed Harry's large hand, and with eyes full of mustered concern he asked, "Are you alright?"
Harry's eyebrows fully rose at Draco's gesture. After a second he answered, albeit a tad shakily, "I will be," and with that he pulled his hand out of the tight grasp and walked away from Draco; stepping into the front passenger seat.
Draco sighed, Harry Potter was going to be one tough cookie, it seemed.
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Men in navy blue uniforms were pulling dolly after dolly of heavy boxes and luggage into the majestic private plane. Draco looked over at his newly acquainted black haired travel companion/roommate/future pleasure buddy. He was leaning against a shaded stone wall. His expression could only be described as bleak. Draco left Harry to brood, knowing that now was not the time to get to know the writer just yet.
Giving Harry his space, he walked over to the nearest uniformed man. "Pilot almost ready?" Draco asked with a sigh of irritation.
"All ready to go. He's waiting on us," the burly man smirked, "Mr. Potter sure loves his possessions."
Draco glanced back at the quiet, melancholy Harry and with a slight smile he said, "I don't doubt he does."
He had only known Harry for a little over two hours but could already tell a lot about his person. A man who kept to himself and freed himself through written words on paper. No doubt he had a rough couple of years under his belt which explains his standoffish attitude and deep devotion to what he had, whether it was his Mother's old china or his best mate's Christmas gift to him from ten years ago.
That, he had figured out on his own.
On files, it showed that twenty five year old Harry James Potter was orphaned at a tender age of four, sent to live with not the most maternal relatives, and then shifted again to his godfather whom died three years previous. Mainly, he had two best friends by the name of Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jane Granger Weasley. No doubt past issues between the three over Ron and Hermione's eventual hook up. Deceased godfather was a married homosexual to a college professor named Remus Jasper Lupin who was currently on anti-depressants and attended various A.A. meetings.
Draco had raised his eyebrow at the extent of knowledge in the file on sight. Sometimes thinking about the D.E's connections even made him wonder.
"Hey, blondie!" the same burly man called from a short distance away, "Ready for departure. Go fetch tall dark and handsome!" Draco rolled his eyes at the man's ignorance. With imbeciles like those, it was no wonder why this country was going to the dogs.
And besides, Draco thought in amusement, he was most definitely taller than Harry.
"Potter! Get your sulking ass over here! We have places to be, people to see, and knees to rug burn!"
To Draco's satisfaction, he saw Harry chuckling as he slowly walked his way over. With a charming smile Draco bowed slightly and extended his arm in the direction of the private plain, "After you, dear."
Harry's mouth twitched, "No, I insist, ladies first."
The burly man laughed heartily from his position of only a few feet away, "You heard 'im, blondie."
Draco sent Harry a look before slowly striding towards thebrawny man that had unsurprisingly gotten on Draco's nerves once again within the past hour. The man had a full head of brown hair, his round face grizzly with a matching beard.Draco instantly made a grab for his hair, and to several individuals' apparent shock, pulled off a full hairpiece leaving the man with a bare head of a few hairs here and there.
Draco smirked, "My apologies, Baldy," he placed the wig back onto the man's head rather sloppily and turned to face a shocked yet amused Harry, "Come on, Potter. New adventures await us."
Harry just shook his head with a small smile and followed Draco Malfoy onto the private plane.
TBC…
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