Disclaimer: Harry Potter solely belongs to Ms. Rowling. No profit or infringement intended.
Warning: Mature sexual content and severe use of vulgarity.
Grammatical and spelling errors are all my doing.
Chapter I
By the empty streets of forgotten stores and boutiques, the shallow sign of the Leaky Couldron creaked. Few wanderers who pass by fail to either notice or hear the sign and the sound it makes, even the boy hovering on a magical broom with an owl on his shoulder escaped their attention.
"Alright, Hedwig, we're here." whispered Harry as soon as a coated man disappeared to one corner. They dashed above the roof of the pub and searched for the courtyard, pausing a moment at the second floor window to discern the owner, Tom, snuggling himself under comfortable sheets and drowning with tired snores minutes later.
"Off of it, Hedwig." said Harry, gesturing Hedwig to his shoulder after they'd landed on the cemented enclosure.
"Reducio." Harry muttered thrice until his Firebolt was as tiny as his forefinger and placed it safely in his front pocket. Pulling out his wand, Harry stared up the front concrete wall and tried recalling the first time he'd been here with a certain massive friend of his.
"Under the cloak again, Hedwig." He said before lifting the cloth against there heads. "Alright there, Hedwig?" the owl answered with a tussle of her feathers.
"'Kay. Three up…" Harry pointed as he began counting. "Two across…" and just like that, the bricks began rearranging itself into the all-too-familiar archway Harry had been through almost seven years ago.
The twisty streets of Diagon Alley became a less appealing sight than Harry could recall years ago. The whole town was abandoned apart from the foggy mist clouding the demolished stalls and shops. Godforsaken, thought Harry, like the rest of the Wizarding world.
"All we have to do now is look for Knockturn Alley." Harry murmured under the cloak, his eyes swiveling to every direction. Some shops had shattered glasses and broken doors. Others had been vandalized with names and signs such as; "V", "D. E." and forgery of the Dark Mark.
In one corner, noises of heavy footsteps and lashed laughter caught Harry's attention. There, just a turn away from the broken windows of Flourish and Blotts, was the sign that held the name of Harry's desired location.
"Knockturn Alley." Read Harry before striding forward to the shadow-filled pathway. Drunken and pongy men lingered the crooked junctions, some were cloaked, hiding their faces, some were gushed with blood, seemed to have been beaten and thrown out. The rest scowled grimly, mumbling secretly to themselves. Harry barely glanced at them as he passed by, Hedwig mimicked his master and froze herself against her owner's shoulder.
"How to get in." Harry thought to himself, leaning by the wall opposite Borgin & Burkes. He couldn't use magic, few days still stood before he's legally aged and he wasn't really in the mood for having a circle of Aurors surrounding him, let alone, Death Eaters. "Ow, Hedwig, your claws." Harry tried soothing the owl's gripping talons and felt her feathers fidgeting from the rapid wind. The air was getting frigid every passing minute. Finding it inappropriate to leave his pet, as well as himself, in such a cramped position, Harry hid himself in a shadowed corner just so to avoid the rapid currents of dead-freezing gale.
By doing so, the boy accidentally tripped to a small mountain of jagged rocks pilling on the ground which, in truth, actually did him good rather than damage his feet because moments later, you'll find that said rocks where thrown viciously against those horribly smoggy windows. It was bound to jolt the owner awake and alarmed.
As Harry predicted with a victorious smile, there goes Mr. Borgin, stomping out and muttering annoyingly. Harry patiently waited for his cue, but failed to do so when Hedwig found it a just time to crow and groom her wings by flapping them furiously.
"Mpf!" Harry held the scold, as well as his owl's beak, tightly as quick as the man narrowed his eyes to his hiding spot. Unfortunately for him, Mr. Borgin wasn't the sort to be fooled. Harry inched back a little, Hedwig secured on his arm, and prayed the man won't come any closer.
"Lumos!" the flash of green light startled a few rats that instantly scampered off in holes. As Mr. Borgin scanned the seemingly empty dead end, Harry held his breath and finally blew an exhale after the scowling owner turned away. Thankful that the man decided to search other ends and corners, Harry swiftly scurried in the dark emporium before hearing a muffled curse about certain ungrateful squibs roaming around from Mr. Borgin and the door sealing shut.
"Reparo." cast Mr. Borgin and his demoralized window was fixed. Harry took off his cloak after hearing the fading echoes of the man's footsteps and a faint bang of a door closing.
"You almost got us caught there!" muttered Harry in a stifled voice to the bird. "If I can't keep you quiet… Then I'll have to make you." Harry sighed, pulling out his wand.
"Silencio." Hedwig opened her beak after a faded streak of light slithered from the wand's tip and found no sound from her attempts. "Sorry Hedwig." sighed Harry before petting the muted owl.
Harry collected himself, brushing off dusts from the cloak and his clothes and wiping off the smudge from his spectacles before scanning the room filled with notable items and artifacts made for lethal purposes but sod off of it as soon as he was reminded of his own purpose in coming here.
Seeing the fireplace curved another smile of success for Harry but then fell into a frown after noticing that there wasn't any Floo canisters around.
"Well that's just bloody great." murmured Harry with a huff. He'd searched the store twice and still couldn't root out the Floo. It's either there isn't any or it's somewhere hidden other than where I'm looking, Harry thought with a scratch on his monstrous hair and plump himself on the floor, seriously opting if he should look inside other rooms, which seemed to be few judging from the compact size of the shop, or find another way to reach his destination. Either way, he was surely going to risk himself.
Yet before Harry could decide, the sound of blazing fire erupted just a few steps away. By instinct, Harry grabbed his cloak, and with Hedwig between his crossed legs, concealed them.
Draco Malfoy was a sight worth looking with wide eyes, for Harry's case, that is. It was rather unexpected for Harry to see a schoolmate all of a sudden, not that Malfoy was someone to see but watching the blond stride with great pride towards the counter, Harry felt a rumble of emotions erupting. Starting from this very hour, Malfoy is no classmate or school rival anymore, but an enemy, an enemy he was bound to eliminate not with insults or cutting remarks but hexes and spells, that will be the case if Harry hadn't made his special plan and like he promised, it was going to fool everybody. Even snappy Malfoy.
"Young Mr. Malfoy, I reckon this is no ordinary visit, seeing as that you find it a need to settle it in such a late hour." slurred Mr. Borgin, obviously disgruntled for being disturbed twice in one night.
"Yes. The Dark Lord wishes to attend his private dealings in a confidential and secured manner." the pale boy said dignifiedly. Creeping carefully to eavesdrop, Harry couldn't help smiling at the sight of Malfoy's famous sneer. He would miss that.
As if been petrified by the title Malfoy spoke of, the eyes, which was heavy and drained earlier, now popped awake and vigilant. It was quite distinct to spot that Mr. Borgin had great, if not anxious, respect for the said costumer the boy before him mentioned.
"Well, yes, yes, anything for the Dark Lord." the man suddenly said, scrunching away any patch of drowsiness from his voice and straightening up. "If it's about the Vanishing Cabinet, you can tell his greatness that it's all been taken care of. I've already transported it to the inscription you've given me. In fact, I'm confident to say –" Mr. Borgin's words, which Harry thought was rather boastful, was silenced as Malfoy interrupted sternly.
"Yes, yes. The Dark Lord is pleased with that." Malfoy jeered, Harry couldn't help breathing out a strangled chuckle at the mocking state he, himself, was so accustomed to. "But no, I'm here to convey other orders, actually. You see, word has spilled that you possess a rare device equipped to… accommodate personal urges." hissed Malfoy, his voice lowering in a peculiar way that Harry couldn't even force his eyes off those parting, fresh lips.
"D-device? I know nothing of devices you speak off." stuttered the man, even in just a glance, Harry could spot the sudden flare of desire erupting from the man's rapid breaths. Alas for Mr. Borgin, Malfoy had a taste he could never level, seeing as that the pale boy responded with a disapproving twisted scowl.
"If I didn't know any better, Borgin, I'd say you're mocking the Dark Lord's needs, let alone, his name. If that will be the case, then I find it needless to think of you worthy of serving him, and I assure you, so shall he." Before Malfoy could turn away to extend the portrayal of his threat, the man had already Apparated himself before the blond, begging on his knees.
"No! No! Young Lord Malfoy, please! Please! I praise the Dark Lord's name, I support him, even if it costs my life, I shall, in spite of it!" the kneeling man pleaded desperately, shaking at every word. The wooden surface under Malfoy's feet creaked as he bend down ever so slightly, the invisible boy beside him heedlessly sighing as emerald eyes hovered dangerously down those tightly strained-clothed arse staring back at him. Boy, Malfoy sure likes to dress skintight trousers, Harry thought vaguely and thought why he just thought that.
"Do you now…?" scoffed Malfoy, his thin lips curling into a demonic sneer, seemingly enjoying the discomfort and fear swallowing the man before him.
"You're loyalty impresses me, Borgin, and if it continues to do so I might just think of zipping my lips." said the blond, gesturing two slender fingers to slide across those pink, fresh lips, making the men, both visible and invisible to stare with awe and constrained want. "Yet now, I find it degrading and terribly useless if you don't get your blasted arse off the floor and assist my Lord's request soon." and with that, the man was off in a poof of a smoke, his brisk footsteps echoing from the basement.
Harry watched and had to mimic the delicious smile printed against Malfoy's glowing face. His hormones were quite jumping into certain portions of his body which he didn't feel right attending to right now, even though Malfoy looked and smelled so tempting.
No surprise for Harry there, it wasn't quite easy masking off his true self from the whole world. It was even harder secluding his secrets from people within his inner circle. Ron and Hermione are few of the people he included trustworthy, but even they aren't accounted for with this secret. No, only he, and he alone, was granted the knowledge and he chose to remain it that way until he finds himself a proper partner, which will never happen ever since, like he said earlier, he was going utterly insane in several ways than one.
Malfoy, sure, he's one of the bastards who made his life a living hell. But it didn't stop him before, Malfoy does have that elegance of a bold, hardheaded stud and Harry had always had a thing with the bad boy personality. To be truthful, Slytherin owned most of the best looks and filthy arrogance. Harry remembered jerking off to the image of a half-naked Zabini all covered in mud, deliberately stripping off his gear on the pitch after a hard match they've won against Ravenclaw. Harry couldn't pull the binoculars off his eyes at that sight, he was sure he wasn't the only one watching with a hard-on that time. There was also Flint, yes, that boy practically banged him to an orgasm after Harry got lucky catching the chaser with a moaning Oliver Wood in the showers, all naked and wet with blood and water. Harry wasn't really into sadomasochists, blood didn't really look that attractive, pain was out of the question, having to fight for your life every now and then and all, but really, who wouldn't go off all the way to heaven for that provocative scene?
He never actually fantasized about Malfoy, he was too busy thinking hard of a better snide remark every time they pass each other in the halls or flying against each other during Quidditch matches, Harry never got the chance to look at the blond properly, he was always too focused with that familiar sneer and that boastful sarcasm he'd been so acquainted for a whole six years.
And now was a bloody good opportunity to catch up and Harry would be stupid to let it pass by. So, having only a few minutes gone by with all that thinking and still alone with the already impatient boy, Harry sneaked closer, gently careful not to emit any sound of footsteps, he was rather thankful for shoving off his shoes earlier after being convinced that it'll surely make too much unwanted noise. His socked feet slithered soundlessly from the dusty floor and finally he was inches apart from porcelain skin.
Harry's eyes glittered from the flawless texture of Malfoy's neck, unable to stop little trembles from crawling its way up his shoulders at the chiseled structure of Malfoy's radiant façade. The pale boy, deciding to stand straighter and examine something Harry didn't really noticed or cared at that time, forced a few strands of platinum bangs to shade down his eyes, it was only then Harry noticed how delicately velvety and fragrant Malfoy's hair was. The way his silver eyes sparkled from the dim light of the moon caught Harry breathless, this time, he was unable to hide a gesture of his utter admiration and blindly drew a heavy breath against Malfoy's neck, causing the boy to jolt in shock at the abrupt contact of warm air, a cream- colored hand snap up Malfoy's nape, soothing away what Harry noticed and made him smile, chills causing those small, translucent hair to stand.
The boy under the cloak was enraptured all of a sudden after seeing his long time school rival juddering from these faint exposures. Like a lion stalking his prey, Harry slithered behind the pale boy, so closely that he was sure Malfoy could feel the heat oozing from Harry's body. Hedwig, still unable to sound off, just watched, unaware why his master had this interest with the stranger. Harry hardly knew the owl was still tightly clamped on his shoulder, too engulfed with his new discovery.
Malfoy repeated his move earlier and snapped a hand up his nape after feeling that warm, sensational air. Truth be told, he was getting rather hot during the minute and it wasn't the kind that made him stingy and sweat.
"Borgin! I don't have all bloody night!" he began, irritated and even more pissed after only getting a muffled answer that sounded another full throttle of minutes of waiting. Malfoy, feeling quite uncomfortably with the bizarre change of temperature, chose to strip off that rather thick coat of his, which Harry respectfully dodged back with a grin, and waited for the freezing weather that seems to kill outside to eat him up. Harry was a bit disappointed seeing as that the boy still hid too much skin hidden with that sweater of his but caught back a delighted smile after Malfoy pulled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of nearly smooth, ivory arms. The one defect that, to Harry's immediate surprise and horror, made his trousers less comfortable and his hard-on all the more painful was the mark on Malfoy's left. The very same mark that had caused Harry to stalk Malfoy like a starved dog the year before.
The boy behind Malfoy seemed to have been dazed in such a foggy fantasy because Harry began taking a step closer, leaving only a grain of proximity between his prey, and started trickling his fingers lightly against Malfoy's arms, palmed down against the counter, stressing more attention to the black tattoo. Harry instantly drew back a few steps when the boy in front of him jumped and turned to look behind him. Harry watched amusedly as the blond searched for any signs that could explain these strange contacts. He almost felt himself harden more when Malfoy just decided to look forward, unknowingly gazing at Harry with deep, confused eyes while heaving breathes of panic.
"Merlin… the fuck was that?" Malfoy wheezed out after turning back to his usual position, protectively grazing his arms several times a minute to wipe off that heated feeling those invisible touches made.
At this particular time, Harry, out of fun, decided to slide down a finger from Malfoy's nape all the way down his spine, ending slowly at that little crack of skin below his hips. Again, the boy jerked away, howling himself up the counter and scratching away the warm trace Harry's finger left on his nape.
"Homenum Revelio." it was more of a whisper from Malfoy and a surprise for Harry, just only given seconds to see the blond with his wand out and that particular spell in the tip of his tongue gave Harry no time to ready himself, and just as the cloak blew away along with his pet rumpled in it,
"Expelliarmus." muttered Harry, able to pull off his own weapon as he was revealed.
"Silencio." After the spell was cast and Malfoy was left shouting "Potter?" with only air drawing out his mouth. Harry dragged him and thrust Malfoy's back against his chest. With a deadly grip, Harry managed to bind the boy's fighting arms with only one of his. Looks like I didn't only outgrew his cupboard after all, Harry thought smugly. He completely towered the pale boy fidgeting against his arms and felt this unique sensation of dominating the poor blond. He was poorly given a sad excuse of a height in his fourth and fifth year, recalling all those memorable times when he and Malfoy spent the day snapping each other, Harry always had to carry the burden of lifting up his chin, not to look prideful at Malfoy, but just to be able to look at him and it was rather annoying, seeing as that Malfoy find it so joyous to mock his short figure during those times.
Now, having the same boy clamped in a firm grasp, Harry felt the need to praise those few inches detaching him from Malfoy's shadow and rewarded himself his third triumphant smile which grew into a grin after sensing the boy below him shivering as he stretched his lips intentionally. "Accio wand." It was torture for Malfoy, Harry could tell when he leaned down the blond's ear, making sure his lips graze against the shell as he whispered the spell, enjoying the scent of expensive cologne radiating from that hollow space of Malfoy's neck as his fingers twirled against his rival's wand.
"Tell me off and you're dead." whispered Harry huskily before casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself and tapping back Malfoy's voice seconds away as Mr. Borgin appeared back with a large box he decide to carry himself. Large arms loosened themselves so as the slender and pale ones could move willingly. But Malfoy, as much as he was tempted to poke Harry somewhere painful, minded the two wands poking so near his left arse cheek. Harry, deciding to have a little fun before he walks to utter nuttiness, enveloped the petite Malfoy in a loose embrace and rested his chin just below the boy's neck close enough that his nose was lightly tickled by Malfoy's hair. Mr. Borgin, deeply occupied with managing the heavy package, failed to hear the gasp and gulp escape Malfoy's trembling lips when his captor wantonly introduced the discomfort pulsing in his trousers.
"Sorry took so long, sir. Got to give it a few enhances just to make sure it's in its best quality." Said the man breathlessly, wiping away fat droplets of sweat pooling his forehead.
"You could have just levitated the damn thing, you bloody fool." Malfoy snapped back, obviously not his best remark but who could blame a man being lightly molested in public?
"Can't do, Mr. Malfoy. See, these lovelies are built to stimulate sensations from a body; pain, pleasure. Major magic, that is. And it's quite sensitive too, bad spell can ruin it's condition or even lessen its good form. We can't have that, can we?" the man blabbered proudly, sad to say for him, his sole costumer wasn't really paying that much attention, at least, not to him. Harry was doing a rather fantastic job teasing the blond with his modest caresses tracing down the tense chest, fondling away the strained muscles from his arm with his free hand while his wand-hand, gripping both his and Malfoy's proceeded to prod on the blond's backside.
A stretch of few seconds passed by in silence. Harry witnessed the minor yet, if closely regarded, evident shudder trailing down Malfoy's form, the boy seemed hesitant to speak and just before the suspicious Mr. Borgin can verbalize his concerns, Draco spoke,
"No, we can't. After all, we wouldn't want to disappoint the Dark Lord, won't we?" Draco's voice went dark, suddenly tinted with fear that awakened the hair from Harry's nape in shock. The shopkeeper's eyes popped opened, the last sign of seep dissolving from his dilated pupils. He shook his head fervently, as though one single nod wouldn't be adequately genuine. Harry peered down the corner of Malfoy's face and saw the boy's eyes narrow, a gesture he well recognized as an effect of intimidation.
"Regardless, Borgin. Open the box, I feel the need to inspect it. I won't take chances of gambling myself if ever you've misinformed me." Mr. Borgin wasted no less than five tick tocks magically unscrewing the locks with nervous hands. The wooden lid floated freely upon the box that began to release from itself a cloud of thick dust. Unsuspecting the sudden invasion of his air space, Malfoy stumbled back with a mouthful of stifles and, if not for the invisible man behind him, Malfoy would've been acquainted with the filthy floor already. Instead, he was spared from a moment of humiliation by a hard chest and long arms.
Mr. Borgin, looking as every bit horrified, began to bumble incoherent, and currently ignored, apologies. Malfoy stood, his whole form frozen from the surges of electricity brandishing every portion of himself. His hidden captor was as still as he and neither seemed to consider the option to flick a muscle entirely sensible. So they stood, their eyes blankly staring at the still frantic shopkeeper, Harry's hands tightly gripping Malfoy's hips, his face buried against the satin curtains of blond hair, Malfoy's body evenly releasing tired breaths.
"M-master Malfoy, s-sir?" the toady voice of Mr. Borgin destroyed the lingering trance. Malfoy, blinking as though he'd only realised where he was, instantly elbowed away from Harry's hold and retained his humourless posture.
"I thought it was in its best quality, or does the dirt and filth come as a matter of prerequisite?" Malfoy grumbled mockingly, making it an obvious point to brush every portion of himself, nearly sending the boy behind him to stumble out of balance when he shoved back his elbows a bit too harshly.
"S-sorry, Master M-malfoy, it won't happen again. Here, I-I'll—"
"Shut it, you poor excuse for a man. Just take it out, I'll have a look, then I'll be on my way." said Malfoy gruffly and Mr. Borgin obeyed without a blink of hesitation. Harry, who'd been silently choking from laughs after the little revelation with Malfoy and his, Harry's, little problem, curiously leaned closer and peeked from behind Malfoy's shoulder. Mr. Borgin handled his product with quivering hands and if Malfoy hadn't snatched the delicate device just as it was taken out of its package, it was doubtless that the man would've lost his sweaty grip.
Upon seeing the object up close, Malfoy released a breathless sigh, of which increased Harry's interes t tenfold. When he'd finally been given a clear view of the material, however, Harry's eyebrows narrowed. On Malfoy's palms laid what looked like a neckband; it was made of ebony leather from what Harry could see and its length was thick enough to cover a whole human neck. It didn't look anything impressive than a common dog collar but from how Malfoy handled it, it's as if it deserved to be managed preciously.
"The other one?" Malfoy said with an almost friendly voice. Mr. Borgin, not fooled by the change of atmosphere, inserted his hands back inside the box once again and, more cautiously, revealed another type of belt, only it was smaller than the neckband. It confused Harry why such small objects required a capacious size for its container, the objects itself were a mystery to him. Nevertheless, no matter the value it held for the Dark Lord, Harry's plan was concrete. He wasn't going to worry himself over other people's needs, he wasn't going to given in to, as Hermione so thoroughly mentioned, his saving-people instincts.
"Make sure this gets delivered to the Manor tomorrow evening, Borgin. It better be in its exact condition as I'm seeing now. If you somehow managed to fail those few instructions, I'll see to it that the Dark Lord shall hear of your incompetence. And we all know where that ends." Malfoy slurred in sudden boredom, delicately replacing the objects back to its package and levitating the lid back himself in ease.
"Y-yes, yes! Sir! I-I'll make sure of it! You can count—"
"Quiet! Go fetch the bloody powder! Stupid, blundering idiot…" Malfoy hissed with disgust when the man skittered to the shadows of his private rooms. Harry grinned, his eyes dancing with glee as he watched his rival release a tired exhale and fix his robes again as though preparing for another meeting. Harry was so relievedly satisfied that he didn't notice the blond turning to his direction and head for the fireplace. Malfoy appeared to have forgotten that there was another presence in the room and, after just one step forward, crashed into Harry's chest the second time that night.
Harry, jolting from his moment of blankness, tightened his grip on the two wands on hand at the sight of platinum head and, within the second, had Malfoy in a trapped hold like earlier.
"Fuck…!" Malfoy murmured and repeated his exhausted sigh.
"Malfoy." Harry smirked.
"What for fucking bloody sake are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy muttered grimly without attempting to escape Harry.
"What, Malfoy? Aren't you glad to see me?" Harry snickered, "Well, apparently you can't." he added, loosening his grip on the boy but kept the wands at a leveled aim. "But I thought you should know, Malfoy, you'd just made my night." Harry whispered, deliberately stroking the tip of his nose on Malfoy's shuddering nape.
"I've got no time for games, Potter. If it's a duel you want, we'll have it outside, I won't have dark items ruin my victory by killing you first. And if you have an ounce of decency left, you'd provide me with a wand."
"Sounds like a treat but I have a better use for you, Malfoy." Harry shoved Malfoy to the counter and wheeled the blond to face him. He tapped himself to remove the charm, making the boy squeal at the near absence of space separating them. Harry approached further until Malfoy was practically sitting on the counter.
"I'm not here to fight –"
"That's a first. You were certainly up for having my neck the last time we saw each other, or have you forgotten? Maybe Mertle can joggle your memory." Malfoy spat with greeted teeth. Harry frowned, last year's incidents were a horrible topic to dwell on, particularly Malfoy's.
"You brought that to yourself, Malfoy, why not make your own choices for a change instead of following Daddy's footsteps like the lapdog you really are?"
"Why don't you follow yours and save us all the trouble, huh, Potter? We don't need a hero. Why don't you just give up? Killing one psychopath won't change things. There'll be others and you can't fight them all." sneered Malfoy. Harry fell silent, Malfoy's words drowning him with thoughts that he'd so often refused to mull over. It was all true, Voldemort wasn't the first and he certainly won't be the last. And Harry, he was just a boy who was given a responsibility before he could even start a life. Why should he care? He'd gone through too much suffering already. And Voldemort? He was no different. He could've turned out normal if he was given the chance. Like Harry, Voldemort never knew his family; never experienced love during his childhood. Hell, Voldemort might be the only one who could actually understand him.
"You're right. I can't fight them all. I'm sick. I'm tired. I've had enough. That's why I'm here, Malfoy. That's why I'm running away, because I'm giving up." Harry dropped Malfoy's wand on the counter, not removing his eyes from Malfoy's wide and gaping ones. "You want to make daddy proud? Take me with you." Malfoy's eyes narrowed.
"That's beyond pathetic, Potter, even for you." he said, but took his wand still. Harry's glanced at the slight opening of the backdoor and spotted Mr. Borgin's enormous backside rising from its kneeling position and turning back to the counter with a pot on hand.
"He's coming back. Your choice, Malfoy." Harry cast the charm back on just as the shopkeeper appeared, his eyebrows jumping at the sight of his customer sitting on his counter. Malfoy instantly hopped off, bumping on Harry who'd once again kept him from hitting the floor the second time. Malfoy didn't shoulder him off, instead he looked ahead, staring straight to Harry's eyes. Malfoy slightly tilted his head before barking a command to Mr. Borgin and began heading for the fireplace with a hand tightly grasping Harry's sleeve.
Mr. Boring scampered to the fireplace after witnessing the death look on Malfoy's face. Malfoy was muttering a sort of threat to a nervously nodding Mr. Borgin when Harry was reminded of his owl, he tried tugging his sleeve from Malfoy's hold but the boy's grasp only hardened at his attempt. He tried warning Malfoy with silent gestures but Malfoy kept his line of attention to the shopkeeper. Harry heaved an irritated sigh that would've made Mr. Borgin suspicious if not for Malfoy, who neither stop his talking nor acknowledge Mr. Borgin's questioning looks.
Then an idea hit Harry that made him grin. Seconds later, Malfoy was clearing his throat, trying to swallow the shriek after feeling a hand squeeze his left arse cheek. He lost his grip, as Harry hoped, and the invisible boy quickly searched the floor for his pet. He felt something bouncing near the counter just as Malfoy was taking a pinch of Floo. Harry grabbed Hedwig and leaped past the shopkeeper to the fireplace, just seconds away till green flames erupted from the hearth.
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