A/N: Thank u for all the reviews, they make me feel special! Lols, well here's chapter five, it's a bit longer then four, so enjoy.
After that night I think I understood Draco a little better. I understood that something about this factory was strange and different. I understood that there was something dangerous around us, all the time, at every moment. Draco was always wary of what he said, he always kept a careful tab on his actions. The only time he was truly relaxed was when we were in the rose garden, where we'd taken to eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At the end of each we would watch the sky shift from the warm sunny blue of the day into the mysterious purple of the night.
A peaceful seven days passed like this, it was like a dream. The entire factory was a little bit surreal, even Draco himself was surreal. A week after I'd first arrived in the factory, one morning at breakfast, Draco decided it was time to introduce me to yet another layer to this complicated world he lived in.
"Damn it, there's petals in my coffee!" I growled in frustration, carefully picking the offending petal from the cup of coffee.
"There're always petals in the coffee," Draco remarked, he wasn't paying any attention to my struggle with the petal. The blonde was tilted back in his silver chair, immersed in a gust of rose petals, his eyes were shut and he was almost dead to the world.
"Well can't they stay with the bloody roses?" I resigned, shaking the now soaking petal off my finger. The wind picked the petal up and it floated away with others of its kind.
"I envy the roses, they have no worldly connections, and nothing binds them to one place." Draco sighed, "They are free to drift along with the wind."
"You always have to say weird things at breakfast don't you." I stated, knowing my witty commentary was going unappreciated, but I couldn't help saying it anyway.
"Shut up, Harry."
"You always tell me to shut up."
"And you're always acting like we're an old married couple." The older man snickered, with an amused smirk.
I blushed and looked down into my coffee.
"I think you've gotten used to the factory right?" Draco yawned. He got to his feet and performed a few cat like stretches.
"Mmhum." I agreed. I still wasn't used to Draco just wearing jeans and t-shirts like I did. I thought he'd wear exotic suits and fur coats around. But he told me a few days back that all that was just for show, he actually preferred comfy clothes. But even in jeans and sloppy t-shirts he managed to look aristocratic, the product of centuries of good breading.
"Good, we're going to a candy convention this afternoon to find new recipes." He articulated.
I choked on my coffee, "huh!"
He glanced at me, a smirk twisting his lips. "Problem, Harry?"
"But, you make your own candy, right?" I coughed and took another sip of coffee.
"Of course," Draco rolled his eyes, "But these conventions are a great form of inspiration, and it's an excellent way to introduce you to society."
"Why do I need to be introduced?" I asked, slipping out of my seat and walking over to Draco.
"Because, you're my vice president, your job is to stand by my side and look pretty." The blonde snickered. "You see," He began, walking out of the garden, I as usual followed. "Vice-presidents are hired in the candy making world as toys, a vice-president's job is to hang all over the president and look appetizing. If I want an intelligent person to help me run my factory, then I call them a secretary."
"Well I don't like that set up." I argued. "I'm your vice-president! I demand respect!"
"You will get respect…in the form of molestation." Draco laughed.
"I don't want a bunch of creepy old guys like you touching me!" I shrieked. Draco laughed harder. "That's sick!"
"Welcome to the world of society."
I rolled my eyes and followed him over the chocolate river by way of a bridge. We slipped behind the waterfall instead of taking the boat down the river to the rest of the factory. We stepped onto the plush dark blue shag carpet of our common room where we shared a huge plasma screen TV, a selection of DVDs, a fridge and a microwave. In the back of the room were to different doors that lead to our respect rooms. There was a third door I had never been in.
Draco padded across the carpet into his room and I faltered for a moment. "Well," The blonde sighed and paused in his walk. "What's the problem now?"
"I-Um…that's your room."
"I know Harry, why did you stop walking?" Draco growled.
"Should-I-Uh-well," I stammered, "I don't-er…should I go in with you?"
"Yes." He opened the door to the room and walked inside.
I took a careful few steps towards his room and slipped in behind him. His room was bigger then mine. His room was decorated in all shades of green, blue and silver. The carpet was dark forest green and the walls were a paler shade of green. His bed was raised off the floor by a set of silver steps and the object itself was shrouded in layers of opaque and sheer cloths.
He passed the bed and opened yet another door to a walk in closet. I stepped in and gasped, there were probably enough clothes in that closet to clothe a small African village. Clothes and shoes and coat lined the walls, all the way up to the ceiling. There were even ladders to reach up there.
None of this splendor fazed Draco, he smiled climbed up one of the ladders and started sifting through clothes. "Here," he said. I looked up to find something large, white and furry, tumbling down at me. It fell onto my head, blinding me for a moment.
"What the hell!" I yelped.
"It's a coat you dimwit." The older man sighed.
"Oh," I murmured, flipping it back off my face. I carefully pulled it of my head, a little scared it would come alive and attack me. But the white fur coat never did. "It's fur."
"Hm…" Draco deliberated. "Should you wear the white one or the black one?" He showed me two suits.
"Who wears a white suit?" I scowled.
"Hm, you." He dropped it and I caught it.
"No way! I'm not wearing some froofy white suit!" I argued. I looked over the suit quickly and saw it was not only white, but frilly as well.
"It'll look nice on you." Draco called down.
"No it won't!" I shouted.
"Why not?" the blonde snickered.
I blushed and winced. Draco was still laughing at me. "Cause I'll look fat." I finally blurted.
Draco was practically sobbing cause he was laughing so hard.
"Shut up! That's not funny!" I protested.
"You sound like a girl!"
"…So! I have the masculine right to be worried about my weight! Lots of guys have eating disorders too!"
He laughed and dropped a different suit. I yelped, and once again caught it on my head. I juggled the other suit to hang off my arm and looked at this new one. It was maroon, double breasted, and a little odd, but it was much better then the frilly white one. "Catch," Draco yawned, he dropped another suit and fur coat on top of me.
He climbed down the ladder and pulled the new suit and coat off of me. "Get dressed." He ordered. He padded out and closed the door.
I glared after him, "Yes master," I growled sarcastically. If he heard me he didn't respond. I looked down at the suit, plopped down onto the floor, sighed, and attempted to figure out how exactly to put it on.
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Fifteen minutes later I emerged from the closet, to find Draco no where in sight. I glanced around and growled. The suit was completely ridiculous, it was some sort of weird velvet, to tight, and there was no shit underneath the jacket. "Draco!" I yelled.
"I'm over here," He responded. I followed his voice to a doorway I hadn't seen and found him in his bathroom, putting some gook in his hair.
"I refuse to wear this!" I snarled.
He looked over his shoulder at me, in all my awkward glory, and to my humiliation smirked….again. "It fits perfectly."
"It's a million sizes to small!" I argued.
"No, it fits the way I had it tailored to." He leered.
"What kind of pervert are you!"
"Pervert is such a harsh word," Draco pouted, he looked to beautiful to be real, standing there with his hair perfectly fluffed around his face, glimmering in the bathroom light. His black suit was tailored to fit him, even his shirt underneath was black. His cuff links were diamonds whose glint accented his eyes. He looked to perfect to deny. "I prefer sensualist."
"I prefer pervert." I muttered, looking down at the increasingly interesting black tile floor.
Draco smiled and me and gestured for me to come closer. I took a few hesitant steps over to him and suddenly he was behind me running his hands through my hair and I went a brilliant shade of pink. "What should I do with this hair of yours?"
His soft hands smoothed over my ears and suddenly he was pressed up against me back as he reached for a product of the counter. "We need to get you a trim," He commented to himself. He squirted some white stuff onto his hand and smoothed it through my hair. "Is this okay?"
I nodded, half of me wanting to run away and the other half wanted to drape myself all over Draco and lick him. I blushed even harder at the thought of licking Draco.
"You look cute when you blush." Draco whispered into my ear.
"I'm not cute!" I growled, brushing him off. "Now am I primed enough for you?"
A smirk twisted Draco's lips and he rested his chin on the top of my head. "One more thing." He drew something shiny and black out of his packet and wrapped it tightly around my neck.
"I'm not wearing a dog collar!" I hissed. I shoved him off and stormed out of the bathroom. I walked into the center of the room and stood there with my arms crossed over my chest, blushing furiously. I waited for Draco to yell at me or try and put it on my neck again, but he never did.
A few minutes later I felt something soft and warm draped across my shoulders. I looked up to see him standing above me, outfitted with a cigarette and a top hat. "It's cold out." He said coldly. "Your shoes are by the door." And then he was gone.
I looked after him, shrugged and arranged myself in the white fur coat, while walking towards the door. I slipped into my shoes and followed Draco. He opened the mysterious third door and pushed it open for me. We stepped into a small room, I thought another door would open or a pathway would be illuminated in front of us. Only when Draco hit a small button did I realize we were in an elevator.
Looking up at Draco, I realized his eyes were cold and closed, their luminosity dimmed. I fixed my gaze on the floor once again and crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for the elevator doors to open.
A few moments later they did with a small ding. Draco walked silently out and I followed him to a nearby black limo. He opened the door to the car and held it open while I scrambled in. I heard the door slam and the limo roar off.
I opened my mouth to ask a question when I was glomped by Draco. I yelped as the blonde wrapped me in his arms like I was a stuffed animal and swung me onto the seat. Suddenly I was resting between Draco's legs with my head on the warmth of his chest and his arms pressing me tightly against him. Our legs were sprawled out on the seat, the very expensive leather seat.
"Draco, lemmie go." I growled angrily, pushing at him. It become very clear, very quickly that I was officially Draco's new teddy bear.
"Shut up, Harry." Draco snarled with equal hostility. His body didn't feel angry, more stressed and tense. Why was Draco tense? He was the king of the candy world. A blush lit my cheeks and I finally asked,
"So where is this place?"
"It's in a ballroom."
"Why is a candy convention in a ballroom?" I muttered, shifting against Draco, trying to find a comfortable position.
"Because, this is not a candy convention, this is a competition of who's the biggest liar."
"That's stupid." I yawned in a bored fashion. "Can we just pretend you burst your tongue or something?"
"Harry…people's
tongues don't just spontaneously burst."
"If you put a
bomb on your tongue it'll burst." I argued.
Draco smirked and laced his hands through my hair. "Stay near me, don't say anything unless I tell you too."
"I'm not your fucking slave," I hissed.
"I didn't insinuate that, I'm suggesting that you speak as little as possible…for your own welfare."
"Stop using big words."
"…See, just don't talk."
"I'll do whatever the hell I want."
I'm pretty sure Draco was smiling, because I could feel him laughing. I tilted my head up a little bit so I could see his eyes, they were shimmering as brightly as the snow. They once again looked brilliant in all that black. I could see the cigarette hanging from his lip as well, and smell the smoke on his breath.
"You shouldn't smoke." I growled uncomfortably, shifting my head as far from his as possible.
"I'm touched that you care."
"I don't care!" I yelled, and then I blushed, partly from the embarrassment of yelling at his very kind and gentle tone and partly because I did care. "It's just….if you die, who's going to run the factory?" I smirked, "not me."
Draco buried his face in my hair and sighed, "You don't have to worry about me dying…ever."
A/N: Well that's it for now, review please! 3
