Disclaimer: I do own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Also, the plot and dialogues are not mine either, they belong to Hajin Yoo.
Chapter 2.
Harry's hands goes up to his untamed hair, his throat suppressing a growl of frustration upon the recall of that memory.
If only I'd apologized right away after we had that fight!
If only I'd ignored my annoying curiosity!
If only I'd tried everything I haven't thought of to mend things between us!
The ringing of his mobile phone brings Harry to the present. He checks the message display. 'Guys, I'm going to have to go now' Harry announces, stuffing it back into his pocket.
'Where?' Neville turns his head, 'It's Saturday, so it's not like you have classes'
'He's probably going on a date ~' Gregory muses playfully; panic rises within Harry upon the accusation. To make matters worse, Vincent comments 'Man, kids these days. They can't keep their hands off each other'. The two middle-aged men laugh together.
Harry grimaces at Neville who is standing upright with an expression as though he's ready to kill a bear if he came across one, if the dark aura circling him isn't any hint. 'No! Not that at all!' Harry waves his hands and shakes his head frantically, as though he's talking to a deaf person. 'I just have an essay due on Monday …'
'Work on it here' Harry is baffle by the idea 'Why can't you just work on it here' Neville urges.
I'd be able to,
Neville leans up, meeting Draco's lips quite conspicuously.
If it weren't for you two!
Harry is literally knocking his head with his hands in aggravation, trying to block out the entire smooch and kisses noises that is filling the atmosphere and apparently, his ears too. But to no avail.
After an hour of straining brain-storming, Harry finally stood up with a proper essay to end a day's work. The sound of the chair catches Draco's attention, who is luxuriously sitting on the big leather chair with Neville on his lap.
Harry is, once again, mesmerized by the grey eyes.
'What?' Draco asks snappily at him.
'N-no. I just finished my essay. So, can I leave now?' Harry asks meekly.
'Get the hell out then!'
The dark sky tonight decides to compliment the earth with the billion twinkling stars decorating it into an awestruck piece of art. Beneath the building of Slytherin Credit Union, there aren't many people due to the eerie atmosphere that it emits. Not to mention the suspicious looking 'workers' that come and goes in this building.
Between school and working for the mafia,
I'm so busy and cautious (why? I'll die if I get caught, that's why!) that I don't even have time to date.
If forcing me into solitude by doing this was Neville's way of getting revenge, it was certainly damn working!
The sound of another pair of shoes seizes Harry's wondering attention. It is a slightly shorter boy, probably the same age as Harry. The way he grew his hair out definitely signifies he is a college student. And the face certainly reignites Harry's interest.
When the form finally walks close enough in Harry's range, he winks conspicuously and suggestively at him. Harry couldn't help himself. He is an affectionate individual after all.
Though the heart-breaking response is when the stranger looks at him weirdly and rapidly turns away in the other direction, muttering under his low breath 'What a psycho!'
Harry feels like breaking down to the ground when the realization hits him. 'He was straight …' he thought morosely. Harry continues his walk home, concluding that he is a lonely person. Though, it is his decision from the beginning, wasn't it?
Neville let out a long breath, shifting slightly the window curtain to allow him view of people on the ground below him. The lone figure of Harry slowly disperses into the night and Neville watches it the whole time until he is gone.
'What's wrong, of all a sudden?' Draco asks from his chair.
Neville wraps his arms around his naked torso for warmth, still staring at the ground even though it is vacant of any human being now. 'Nothing' he answers thoughtfully, 'I just feel a little …'
'Fuck your feelings. What's there to feel?' Draco leans over slightly, retrieving a cigarette stick from the packet on the table. 'It's either you want to or you don't' he simply says.
Neville's head didn't shift on Draco's comment; his eyes are still refusing to leave the spot where Harry disappeared just now. He didn't even bother replying to the remark, his head completely filled with another person. Draco puffs a smoke, observing the partially-naked figure by the window.
The next day, in the Slytherin Credit Union office, Harry is beckon by the boss.
'Excuse me?'
Draco sat opulently on his table, a leg up on his knee and lighting a cigarette. His motions are casual and uninteresting to the naked eye but Harry's attention never fails to find a spark in them. 'It's already been a few months and you've done enough chores since you've joined our family. So I want you to start collecting'
Harry taps his finger on his lip, contemplating. 'But I'm not part of the family …' Unknowingly, Harry mutters what is only meant for only him and his mind.
But Draco heard it quite well.
At the sight of Draco's fist clenching furiously, Harry took back his words and his thoughts right away. 'Okay! I will!' he agrees hastily, having no intention of inciting the boss's nasty temper.
'You'll even be paid if you bring back the dues' Draco says matter-of-factly.
That sentence grabs Harry's interest. 'Sir?' Harry's tone is unbelievable and grateful. He decides to push the luck slightly. 'Boss, is there anything else you'd like me to do ~?' His tone fails to hide his excitement at the pay he would receive.
'But if you don't' Draco takes a long whiff from his expensive cigarette, Harry would know, he's the one that bought them for him, before continuing casually 'you'd have to leave town'
Harry's jaw drops dramatically. The doubts are flooding their way into Harry's mind again. 'What do you mean by collecting, boss? I'm just an ordinary student' he tries to reason, keeping his voice slightly innocent.
Draco looks at him with those piercing, cold grey eyes, rolling the cigarette between his slender fingers. 'Do you want to leave town or be buried in it?' His tone makes Harry's knees to wiggle like jelly.
'I'll do it' Harry practically shouts it out. 'Of course I'll do it!'
When Harry finishes telling the other guys in the office of his unexpected promotion earlier, their reactions are neither encouraging nor comforting to Harry's liking. Goyle, the most forewarning of all the workers in the office with his big and muscular body, slowly pats Harry on his shoulder, his face somehow morose.
'You poor thing …' Vincent says from behind Harry.
'Why did you get on his bad side?' Gregory shakes his head slowly. The negative vibes secreted by the guys in the office did not alleviate Harry's on-growing discomfort and apprehension, but instead, double-folds them. Harry's rapidly developing anxiety causes severe fantasies such as having to collect from a crazy cannibal psychopath who likes to feast on helpless young college students like Harry himself. Harry bit his fingers profusely at the thought.
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