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.

This is quite an early update but since my exams just finished last week, I thought I'd just post this! Enjoy! x

Chapter 5

With swift movements, Draco turns with his fist at the ready. It collides painfully with the face of the old man; the 'crack' sound makes Harry grimace slightly. In another movement so expertly that it might have been missed if blinked, the old man is thrown to the other side of the room, sending his protective sunglasses and cap scattering across the marble floor. The tossed figure crashes noisily with the table, breaking it and sending a glass filled with water across the sky before crashing into pieces on the hard floor.

Harry's face pales slightly at the broken man on the broken table, his eyes wide. Draco diffuses the situation with a single punch. Harry is meekly watching his boss as the blonde man nonchalantly rubs some invisible dust off his shoulder.

By the time Harry got back from the hospital with a properly bandaged hand, Neville already left the scene and he overheard the word 'organ sales' before he enters the office and couldn't help but let a grin shapes his lips. The old man is literally begging on the floor, his face white as sheet when Blaise continues talking 'It looks like you'll have to sell your entire family including your wife and kids to pay up the 300 million pound'

'Oh Merlin! I'll pay you right this minute. Please have mercy!' he yells in desperation, bowing down and hitting his forehead on the floor.

'You'll have to compensate our boy for cutting him too' adds Ron Weasly, motioning at the raven-haired boy who is leaning the door frame with an amused face. Other employees nod their agreement.

'Of course! Of course sirs!' cries the pleading man on the ground.

Harry smirks, 'That was easy' he says with a huff.

Blaise leads the soon-to-be punished man out of the open door, saying 'Leave this to the big bros, Harry'

'We'll be back' says Greg.

'Thank you sirs' Harry nods to them, sending a small appreciative smile. The old man's head bows down, fearful of his death sentence as he slowly walks out without a second glance back. When Draco swishes around and is heading to his desk, Harry quickly extends a hand as he cries 'Boss! I don't have to leave town anymore right?'

Harry's green orbs are pleading and hopeful whilst his mouth unconsciously forms a small pout. Draco didn't face his employee, but that doesn't mean he didn't see the man's expression; he draws out a long line of cigarette smoke as he takes his sweet time to answer.

'But, you won't be paid'

The statement hits Harry like a ton of bricks. But he keeps his protests hidden as he focuses on the bright side. 'Heh … I'm still relieved' he says, mainly to himself. 'Good for you, Harry' Ron Weasly utters as he comes up beside the young man. 'Yeah, we thought we won't get to see you again' Greg comments, crowding over him as everyone else does the same.

Although his back is facing them, Draco couldn't help the annoyance that starts to bubble up inside him at his employees' fascination upon the young male. 'What the hell has their knickers in a bind? They think the kid's their slave or something?' Giving in, the blonde casually turns around to see the expected smile grace on the lips on the raven-haired boy in the centre of the masses of his loyal employees. 'What a strange punk … '

The next day at work, the greeting Harry got from his boss as soon as he steps in the office of The Slytherin Credit Union is a small book thrown at him, hitting him square in the face. 'Balance my checkbook after you transfers some money to the account' Draco waves off with his blasé tone behind the desk.

Harry grumbles under his breath in annoyance at the lack of politeness from his boss. He sometimes wonders how he became the boss of very loyal and devoted employees at his age. He couldn't possibly pass 30 yet! And said devoted employees are far much older and wiser.

Turning on the laptop, Harry asks him boss 'How much?'

'50'

'Yes, sir. 50 it is' Harry says.

When Draco adds in another word, Harry stops dead in his motion. He jumps up while dramatically yelling out '50 million?' Even at the mention of the large sum of cash, Harry's hand is already slightly trembling considering his background and never having the opportunity to be associated with that amount of money.

I can't believe I'm transferring 50 million pound with my own hands. Harry's whole body is slightly shaking as the thought crosses over his mind again and again; his fingers waver as he taps the keyboard. Draco just raises an eyebrow at the condition of young man.

After an agonizing trip from the Gringott's Bank seeing as Harry held Draco's checkbook as closest to his chest as possible, afraid if anything might happen with the amount of money (until the security looks weirdly at the trembling boy hugging himself), Harry dumps the small book on his boss's desk. 'The money has been transferred. And I balanced your checkbook while I was at it'

As Harry is about to leave, he notices something that rarely happens. Draco is staring at him with such intensity that Harry has to physically take a step back just so he won't get too caught up in those mesmerizing grey orbs. 'What is it?' Harry nervously asks.

'What are you, a masochist or simply a dumbass with no balls?' Draco's tone is very serious and slightly irritated; Harry is taken back by the question. 'Doesn't even bother you in the slightest to watch me do all that shit with your ex right under your nose?' Harry starts to feel uncomfortable. 'Yet, you still keep on working here' Draco finally settles for a temporary silence as he keeps his gaze at Harry.

'But if I run, you'll just chase me down' Harry meekly retorts.

'Of course' Draco replies leisurely, as though it isn't some kind of threat. Harry remains quiet whilst his boss continues 'Anyway, I heard stories you stalked Neville like some psycho, but it doesn't seem I should put much stock into that from what I've seen so far'

Harry can't find a perfectly reasonable reply. What can I do? It was all my fault. Harry proceeds to turn his gaze down and ruffling his already messy hair a bit. We're not even together anymore, but I still have to work hard to make sure Neville's not angry with me …

Then the realization of the main topic of their conversation dawns on Harry like a slap on the back of his head. The boss is still under the impression that I'm stalking Neville! Too busy in trying to be in good terms with his ex that Harry forgot what his ex's current boyfriend would think of him.

'Dumbass, do you even have balls down there?'

Too caught up in his late comprehension of their discussion, Harry didn't even hear his boss's comment. But when he felt contact between his legs, his hands reflectively covers up his private area with Draco's extended hand inches from said personal region; 'Aiiiieeeee!' Harry let out a scream in surprise; Draco just raises an eyebrow but with a gleam in his eyes.

'Hey, not bad …' drawls Draco, ascending from his seat and advancing on the young man that has his hands covering his crotch in panic.

'W, what are you doing, grabbing me out of nowhere?' Harry's question comes out in a rush as he twists his body so his front wouldn't be facing the taller blonde, who isn't stopping in his tracks.

'No way yours can be that big. Let me peek again' Draco insists, raising the panic in the younger man, 'Eeaackk-!' Harry couldn't help but scream as the blonde comes closer with an outstretched hand. Both of Draco's hands are placed on Harry to twist the raven-haired man to face the other but Harry objects, crossing his legs in good measures seeing as his boss's shoulder is in contact with his cheek already.

The other employees in the same room as them looks away and tried to cover up their ears and embarrassment at the thought of the two of them could engage in such compromising actions right under their noses as though their appearances are as the same as a ghost's.

'If you don't stop, I'm going to tell Neville that you tried to feel me up' Harry shouts in desperation, seeing as none of the other employees are helping him out of this situation.

Draco stops his movement for a moment and stares at the smaller boy literally in front of him 'I dare you. Do that and I'll serve your head on a platter. And throw it into the Surrey's River' Draco's eyes are just far too entrancing in this close proximity.

Harry shouts out again, his hands still protecting his personal part between his legs 'If you would just stop touching me, you won't have to!' But Draco always gets what he wants and not even a whiny boy like Harry himself would stop him; Draco continues his assault on the younger and currently helpless man.

But at the common creak sound of the double doors, Harry runs to the entrance, breaking through Draco as quickly as possible and gratefully saying 'Welcome!' with only one thought across his mind 'Saved by the bell!'

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