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I slipped into the limo and saw around me black, all black. Black seats, black ceiling, black carpet.
"Come here, Harry." A voice whispered from the shadows. A long black gloved hand gestured to me, it was a come hither gesture. I obeyed the phantom voice, knowing I'd regret it.
And here is the turning point in my story. Now, looking back at that moment, I suppose I do regret it. I regret following that lovely sensual hand. I regret being pulled into his world. But the regrets and laments I feel, hardly out weigh the joys. The joy of being near him. The sheer ecstasy of knowing he was mine, forever mine to tend to and care for. And then comes the fear of knowing I now belong to a madman. But oh those hands!
But back to my tale, I plopped down into the farthest seat of the limo and for a moment I didn't see the phantom of the limo. And then I saw him. He was sitting on the other side of my seat.
He was smoking, the glow of the cigarette caught his eyes. Those dazzling eyes were the purist, iciest eyes I'd ever seen. Just around his pupil was a flair of icy blue, so cold and frozen it was nearly white, and then the color gradually deepened as it radiated out from his pupil. The entire iris was capped that light icy blue. It was truly extraordinary and I knew I was starring.
The glint of the cigarette also light his face for a few precious moments, showing me the perfection of his pale, aristocratic face. He was dressed like a filthy rich aristocrat. Those black leather gloves matched a black suit and a black fur coat. Tilted over one side of his face was a top hat. In all this blackness his silvery blonde hair and brilliant eyes glowed even more.
Most people would've looked ridiculous in his get up. But somehow it looked just perfect on this man.
"I've been waiting for you, Harry." My name rolled off his tongue and wrapped around me like a net. Of course something about his voice made that perfectly innocent statement sound so painfully dirty.
Of course then I began to panic, because I liked girls. I wasn't gay. This guy was not attractive to me…in any way shape or form. "Wh-Who are you." I managed to stammer. He reached out and offered me that gloved hand again.
"Come a little closer Harry, and maybe I'll tell you." That pure insinuation in his voice was almost sickening.
Now I backed away from this mysterious man, obviously he was used to getting his way. Now it was my turn to get mine. "And maybe I'll get the fuck out of this limo."
"It wouldn't be healthy to leap out of a moving car." He remarked with an easy smirk. He exhaled another puff of smoke.
"We're not-" I scowled, glancing quickly out the window, for a second I watched the world stream by the tinted window. "…moving."
"Of course we are moving, my dear Mr. Potter. We are in a car after all." The blonde's voice overflowed with condescension, as if he were talking to a dog. I can deal with insinuation, but I'm not a pet.
"I'm not your dear Mr. Potter." I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest..
"But you don't deny that in the future you could be." He articulated.
"I-You-…don't go there." I finally hissed. "Cut the crap and tell me your name."
"Only if you come a little closer." Those blue eyes narrowed at me in what I guess was anger and I smirked back at him.
"I'm not coming any closer until I know who you are."
"Fine then I suppose I'll freeze to death and you won't know whose treating you to this limo-ride." He chuckled off handedly, and then his eyes narrowed, now he was definitely angry. "You should enjoy the limo though, I daresay this is the only one you have, and ever will, ride in."
"And I daresay you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth." I hissed in return, my voice was as cruel and mocking as his.
"Don't mock me."
"Then don't treat me like an animal."
After that we sat in silence until the limo stopped in front of the restaurant. I hardly felt it stop moving, but then again I'd hardly felt it start. I moved to get out of the car when a box was tossed at me.
"Put it on so you don't look like a complete hobo." He jeered dryly.
I glared at him and ripped open the box. Inside was a thick chocolate brown fur coat. "Do you know how many animals died to make this coat?" I sneered at him.
"No, nor do I care. Now put it on." He brushed past me and stepped out of the limo.
"I'm not wearing a dead things skin." I snarled, tossing the coat away along with the box. I stepped out of the limo and immediately wished I had the fur coat. It was suddenly much colder outside. The fact that the blonde man was at least four inches taller then me, didn't make me feel any better.
The man looked at me as if he'd never seen anything so disgusting. But there was something else that cracked though his eyes faster then lightning and then it was gone. For a moment I thought I imagined that look, it was a look of fascination. "You throw away a gift, from me."
"I don't know who you are." I shrugged with a taunting smile.
"My name is Draco Malfoy," he took a step closer to me and glared down at me with his cold eyes. I shot him a glare of my own and met his eyes squarely. "And don't forget it," he looked me up and down before snorting in disgust, "punk."
He turned on his heel and let me standing there. I finally let a shiver run down my spine. I glanced back at the limo and found it gone. The moment I turned around I felt something heavy and warm tossed into my arms.
"Put it on," Draco's voice carried back to me. "You're shivering."
"I was not!" I called at him angrily, but I never the less slipped the coat on. It was to big for me, but I bundled myself up in the coat and trotted after Draco Malfoy. When I finally caught up with him I slowed to match his pace, a slow steady pace.
I finally noticed we were walking towards a large building. "Where are we going?"
"Dinner."
"Why?"
"To set up your position as vice president," Draco sighed.
"And another thing, why do you want me as your vice president?" I growled. "I'm not anybody special, I'm not rich, hell I don't even know what a vice president does."
"You stand next to me and look pretty." The taller man hissed between clenched teeth. "Now shut up before I decide to replace you."
"I didn't think I'd accepted the job yet, so technically you can't replace me." I smirked.
"Must you be so contrary!" Draco finally yelled.
"Must you talk like your rich!"
"I am rich!"
That shut me up for a few minutes. A silence hung between us, Draco seemed to enjoy it. I took a breath in to speak and notice him clench his teeth in frustration and that's what really made me want to talk. "So, seriously though, why me?"
"Because." Draco hissed.
"Because why?"
"Because I wanted you that's why!" Draco shouted. "Now please be quiet!"
"Is Mr. Silverspoon asking me, a punk, politely to shut up? Can't you make me shut up or something, after all you are rich." I taunted.
He whirled back at me and starred down at me, eyes burning like icy fire. He snatched the coat from around me and shrugged it on himself. "No, I can't make you do anything. But I can take my coat back so I don't have to freeze!"
The blonde gave me a cold glare before turning, now wrapped in the warm coat and storming off. I immediately felt bad for taking his coat; I didn't think he'd be cold. But I guess Mr. icy eyes can get cold. I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest and followed him.
Jesus it was cold out though. I thought it'd start snowing. I suddenly wished I had that nice warm coat back. How the hell was it getting colder? My teeth were practically chattering now. But I followed Draco, sure to stay a few steps behind him. I felt a little bad for making him so mad.
I glance around at our surroundings, hopping that taking my mind of the cold would make me warmer. We were still walking towards a building, but now the path was lined with trees, pretty little cherry trees. Their petals shone a light pink in the moonlight. They were in bloom, their pretty petals drifting on the wind. Wait, how did cherry trees bloom in October? I guess they could, but it was getting so cold so soon this year. Already it felt like December. Damn it, I was looking forward to a nice long fall this year.
Suddenly I felt something warm drape over my shoulders, and icy hands brushing what little was exposed of my neck. I looked up to see Draco standing above me, eyes lit with annoyance, and an odd tenderness.
"You were shivering again." He explained apathetically. He turned and started to walk away.
"Wait…are-aren't you cold?" I called after him.
He stopped and turned back to face me. I could see a tiny frown twist his pale lips and at the same time the tug of the tiniest smirk. He didn't say anything, I guess he didn't want to admit he was cold, because other wise he wouldn't have said he was freezing before. But his eyes were so expressive all of the sudden, they were tender, surprised, laughing, and then suddenly it was gone. His eyes all but shut down, the light dimmed, leaving just those pretty blue eyes.
Those pretty, dead blue eyes. He began to walk away again and I followed. None of my questions had been answered, there was no reason for me to be here. I should've dropped the coat and ran home. But somehow, I think Draco maybe liked me there? Maybe I just wanted to stay with him, but I still followed him.
Ya know I think he was cold, I could see the tiniest tremor at the base of his spine. I felt horrible for taking his coat, and I felt awful for tossing away his gift like that. So I trotted up next to him and tapped his shoulder like a child would.
Draco looked down at me with his dead eyes and I blushed, "I-it's too big for me…and I feel bad about taking it…uh-theres-I-doyouwannashareitwithme?" I finally mumbled.
"That's a very different attitude from the one you had back in the limo." Draco murmured slowly.
I didn't exactly have an answer to that, I didn't exactly understand why I wanted to share the coat with him. I guess I was attracted to him? I felt bad for taking the coat…for tossing the other one away. But no, that wasn't it either. I just sighed and looked back up at him, the smirk on his face made my cheeks even hotter. "I don't want you to be cold."
He waited a moment, I thought he'd laugh at me, or say no. For a moment I actually thought he'd smirk and me and call me a punk or something. But he did nothing like that, he carefully took the coat off my shoulders, and slipped it on his own. I watched him in confusion and then he wrapped one arm around my waist, his fingers curled around my hip and he dragged my inside the coat with him.
"Is this alright?" He asked, now his eyes were alight and dancing with mischief, and a subtle teasing affection.
All I could do was nod, I was blushing like a tomato again. I didn't understand why he made me blush so much. Usually I was the boy without shame or fear. But now he made me question every move I made…or maybe I'm just over analyzing.
We walked like that up to the building, his arm around my waist, me tucked firmly to his side inside that big warm coat. It wasn't exactly a bad feeling. It was to cold outside to worry about my growing attraction to the stranger that was Draco Malfoy.
I could see now the building was made of marble…white marble. Weird. It shone in the moonlight, in fact it was sort of blinding. We walked up a flight of stairs to a lovely gold door. Draco pushed it open and walked inside. The moment I caught sight of the glory inside I stopped. The blonde's strong arm gave me a small push, urging me forward, I stumbled after Draco, still marveling at the room.
The floor was white marble, but all around us were tall marble pillars, each one elaborately decorated with gold leaf. The ceiling was vaulted and decorated with images of angels dancing though a beautiful blue sky and mingling with the clouds. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room. In front of us was a grand stair case.
"What is this place?" I gasped in awe.
"This is the entrance to my factory."
"I thought we were going to Le Beck Fin for dinner." I argued, snapping suddenly away from the splendor around me.
"We were, but we decided that this would be more practical. You'd have to come here anyway to sign the papers." Draco shrugged.
"What papers!" I shouted. "I'm not signing any papers!"
Draco quickly shoved me out of the coat. "You're being contrary again." He said in explanation. The blonde started up the stairs and I took one last look back at the room before dashing after him.
"Where's your factory?"
"Stop asking questions."
"But I wanna know!"
Draco stopped his ascent and whirled to glare at me. "Well I don't care." His voice rose a little bit but he wasn't yelling.
"Well I think you're bipolar!" I shouted at him.
He looked at me with this shocked face as if nobody had ever told him something so ridiculous in his life. "I'm bipolar because I don't wish to share a coat with an over excited child!"
"Well you keep…switching!" I growled. "One second your being nice to me and then you're yelling at me."
"You don't take well to authority." Draco announced after a moment. He turned and began climbing the stairs again. "And I'm not switching, when you act like an adult, I'll speak to you like one." He called back.
"What gives you the right to judge me as an adult or not!" I yelled.
"Because I am one." He turned left at the top of the stairs and I ran after him. I finally stopped a few steps behind him.
"Well that makes you a pedophile." I growled.
That left Draco Malfoy, completely silent for a moment. "And how pray tell does my being an adult make me a pedophile?"
"'Cause I'm not an adult."
"Your theory is so pathetically flawed I am reluctant to even being to explain to you how much of an idiot you are, but I will." He took a deep breath, but he never slowed his pace. "1. I have not expressed any romantic feelings toward you, and I never will. 2. Pedophile's are interested in young children. 3. You will be an adult in a week."
I crossed my arms over my chest defensively and huffed. "Hey, how'd you know when my birthday is!"
"I know a lot about you Harry."
"Stalker."
"You are insufferable!" Draco yelled, tossing an arm in the air.
I grinned at that and trotted up beside him. "So where're we going, stalker?"
"If you call me that one more time I will shove you down those stairs." Draco hiss though clenched teeth.
"My, that's mature."
He clenched his fists, but proceeded to walked faster to get away from me. "We're going to the library, where the papers are all laid out."
"What papers!" I yelled. "I'm not signing any papers."
Draco ignored me.
I sighed and walked after him. We walked to the end of the hall to a set of double golden doors. He pushed them open and I assumed I should follow him in. I stopped and again gasped. The library had a plush red carpet, extravagantly carved wooden walls with wooden pillars carved with figures of angels. The walls were covered in huge bookshelves whose shape twisted and curved all the way up to the tip of the tall vaulted ceiling. There were rails all around for the golden metal ladders to twist around the room. "Wow."
The room was outfitted with plush chairs and couches and cushions everywhere and in the center was a large black wooden table. Laid out on it was a quill of a peacock feather and several papers. A wooden chair with a padded wine red cushion on the back and bottom was pulled out, waiting for somebody to sit there.
"Sit." Draco snapped.
I obeyed at once and sat in the wooden chair. I looked up at Draco as if for instructions. He was standing at my right, warm and almost comforting. "I'm not signing any papers." I murmured, but my will to remain free was gone. Something about the papers made me almost want to sign.
Draco pointed to the first sheet. "This document states that you belong to this company for an illegible period of time."
"Why is it illegible?" I asked, I scanned the paper quickly and saw some very wordy sentences in cursive stating that I belonged to the company, but there was no time period written.
"Because, nobody can decide how long you belong here."
"Well who does?"
"You'll see." Draco shrugged. "Now sign it."
"I don't want to belong to some company." I snarled. "I'm not signing it."
"You have no choice."
"I can get up out of this chair and walk away."
"No Harry, you really don't understand. Your family owes us a debt." Draco leaned down over my chair and positioned his lips right next to my ear. So close that whenever he spoke his soft lips brushed against my ear. His hot breath sent shivers though me. "This is a very, very generous offer Harry…I suggest you take it, because there are other far less pleasant ways to pay off this debt Harry."
"What sort of debt?" I gasped. It felt like Draco was wrapped around me, suffocating me. His tongue flickered out to just barely brush my ear. The touch was so light and delicate and teasing that I gasped.
"You'll know eventually, Harry, just please sign."
"Why do you want me to sign so badly?" I choked, I felt like I was drowning in Draco, his sent, his warmth, his lips on my ear.
He chuckled lightly, but there was nothing mirthful about it. It was a sardonic wry chuckled. "Because, Harry, I don't want to see what they'd do to you otherwise."
"Who're they?"
Suddenly the sardonic humor was gone, all that was left in Draco was heat and desperation. "Please, Harry." He moaned. "Just sign it, please."
I think it was the desperation the got me, or maybe it was his hot breath on my neck and his soft lips on my ear, but somehow I picked up the pen and at the bottom of the sheet was a line with beginning with an X. I signed my name there in cursive. I lifted the pen from the paper and set it back down on the desk, wondering if something magical would happen.
The room stayed the same, except for the sigh of relief Draco heaved. He pushed off the chair and some part of me ached to have his warmth back on me, but now he was cold again, all business. "Excellent." Draco smirked.
Something on another paper caught my eye and I shuffled through the papers quickly. Each one now contained my signature. I pushed myself out of the chair and shoved my face right in Draco's. "You tricked me!" I hissed.
"I did."
"You fucking Bastard!" I screamed. "I don't want to belong to some fucking company!"
"Well it looks like you don't have a choice." Draco taunted.
I wanted to hit him. "Fuck this." I turned to leave when his arms wrapped around my shoulders. "Let me go." I snarled.
He pulled me closer to his body till we were pressed together. His soft lips were on my ear again. "You haven't seen your room yet, Harry."
"I want to go home to my own room." I hissed, knowing full well it was a lie.
Draco sighed, "Harry forgive me. I hate to cheat you into this contract, but believe me it was for your own good. Please, just give me a week to prove to you that you're better off here."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Because, I've saved your sanity."
I tried to looked back at him and show him the incredulity in my eyes, and I met one of his dazzling eyes. The eye smiled at me. "What do you mean?"
"There are many fates worse then death Harry,"
"There's nothing worse then being dead," I snapped angrily. "When your dead you're gone, there's no way to come back, no way to escape…there's nothing worse then death."
"You are so unbroken." Draco said, his voice was thick with wry humor and nostalgia. I didn't understand how he could make something so dark sound so light and humorous.
"Stop talking in riddles." I smoldered. I tried to shrug him off, but he wouldn't let me.
"One week Harry, if your not happy with this place…then I'll let you go free."
"You just said I belong to the company, not you." I hissed. "You're lying."
"And you don't really want to go. If you're so desperate to find a lie, then obviously you're just trying to be contrary."
"I want out, Draco. One week, if I don't see a reason to be here, then I'm leaving." I finally growled.
"And after one week, if you're not happy, then I'll argue for your freedom." He pulled away from me and once again he was a cold entity that I could only argue with. "Now, the night is still young Harry, would you like to see your new factory?"
He turned and walked away, towards one of the many bookshelves. I took one last glance at the table and the contracts before sighing and walking after him. Apparently I belonged to this company now, and I was the vice president of the Malfoy Chocolate Factoy, with Draco Malfoy as my president. Well I guess he's the president. Just one week, I told myself, but in reality I think I wanted to stay. All this talk about debts scared me, Draco excited me, intrigued me, aggravated me, and haunted me. I knew that even if I somehow escaped this factory, Draco Malfoy and his beautiful, lifeless blue eyes would haunt me forever.
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