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.

Warning; this story contains strong languages so if you are not a fan of foul-mouthed jerks then i suggest you retreat while you still can. Thank you!

This will be the (only) post of the month seeing as my finals are getting nearer and I'm not even prepared yet. Next post will probably be up in the in end of October, which is when my finals would be done. Please enjoy this chapter! x

Chapter 6

In his haste to escape from his boss's perverted clutches, Harry couldn't see where he is heading and ends up colliding with the hard wall, or so he thought. When he realizes the spot where he's standing is the exact spot where the door is suppose to be, Harry gingerly looks up while rubbing his nose.

What meets his searching eyes is a pair of black cold ones looking down at him. Harry sucks in a breath in trepidation. He's not a human! He's a soul-sucking devil sent from above! The person in question cocks his head to side, his shoulder-length black hair partially covering his face although the pointy nose is very much visible.

'The fuck are you?'An eyebrow rises slightly, almost covered by the greasy black hair. 'Fresh meat?' he adds in leisurely. Then he bends down, tentatively examining the smaller boy who is trying desperately not to cringe under his gaze. 'What's a pretty little bitch like you doing here?'

Harry backs away a little when the greasy man leans in closer. 'S,sir? I'm just a-'

The man's face shifts slightly when he notices something about the dark-haired boy in front of him. He decides to point it out, 'Your fly is open'

Harry promptly looks down and the man isn't lying; his button is open and his zipper is down, revealing some of his boxers. He let out an incredulous gasp, his hands quickly taking care of the problem whilst grumbling about the blonde who just stands with no sign of guilt.

'I see', the black-haired man says, 'I guess our boss's taste had changed a little'

'Hey, Killer Prince!' Blaise lets out a greeting follow by other employees.

Killer Prince acknowledges the blonde first, giving the boss a slight bow. 'Boss, it's been a while'. Then he walks over to the others, saying 'Been ages since I saw you kids, too'

He looks at least ten years older than Draco yet he still calls him 'boss'. Harry goes closer to Blaise, pointing at the greasy man. 'You guys seem thrilled to see him'

'Right, you wouldn't know him. We call him the 'Killer Prince'. He was once a legend' Blaise retorts matter-of-factly.

Harry is dumbfounded. 'How can a living person be a legend?' he tries not to sound cynical.

'Back when we were expanding our territory, we went against another gang with the same amount of street muscle as us. When the fighting dragged on and on, both sides agreed to an old fashioned duel one person from each side, winner takes all. Draco stepped up to represent us …'

'He was amazing. He wasn't even twenty yet!' Vincent comments.

The image of a younger Draco fights its way into Harry's thoughts; still having the same blonde hair and his face probably with more boyish looks with muscles at its peak visibly showing from his arms and legs.

'The Killer Prince came out from the other side'

That information catches Harry's attention. 'Eh? Other side?'

Blaise nods, continuing 'It was a hardcore battle. In the end, our boss won and he promised to fight for him', Then Blaise laughs half-heartily 'His oath caused a mad fuss in our gang. After all, the boss was just an underling back then'

'Heh, sounds more like a movie' Harry comments.

'As the family grew stronger, he eventually becomes the boss's right-hand man. We had nothing to fear then. He was the shit- a living legend! Then, three years ago, he got married and washed his hands off the gang. Doesn't look like he's been doing good since'

'It figures. He does have a police record' Gregory adds.

Well, a guest is still guest. I'll crack a smile. 'Have some coffee sir' Harry offers the foreboding-looking man with a smile, trying to look innocent.

The Killer Prince coughs slightly before saying 'You're not a bad looking boy. What do you do?'

'Oh, I'm a student'

'I see. Age?' Another cough.

'I'm 23'

Another cough. 'What do your parents do?'

Before Harry has a chance to answer, something hard hits the back of the Killer Prince's head follow by Draco's annoyed voice, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' The ash tray lay on the floor after being used as Draco's weapon; Killer Prince rubs the sore spot with his hand. Harry takes this chance to change the subject, 'Anyway, I heard you aren't doing too well. How's the business doing, sir?'

'Business, my ass! It's just a shitty diner. Besides, I fucked it up so I'm 'bout to be tossed out the street' the black-haired man says in disdain. 'No one wants to hire an ex-con. I thought about coming back to our family but my wife was blabbering "Hey, would you like our kids to tell their friends that their father's a thug?"'

'Oh, that's understandable' says Blaise.

'These damn kids won't stop growing, neither will their expenses. At this rate, I'll be finish in two days. I'm trying to do the right thing, but nothing's working out. I hate this damn world!' The man throws his head back, resting his body against the couch while letting out a tired sigh.

Draco Malfoy remains at his desk with a cigarette between his lips as his ex right-hand man spills out the tragedies of his life after leaving the family, choosing to only stay quiet whilst keeping his ears open. Harry, on the other hand, is feeling very sympathetic towards the ex-rebel.

'I need a place where I can stick my ass down for a while' Killer Prince says.

As a comfortable silence of consolation follows the last statement, all of the employees ponder on their own personnel thoughts until it is rudely broken by none other than the respectable boss 'That's some crazy ass talk' All heads turn to the blonde perch on the edge of the desk. Draco leisurely takes the cigarette stick between his fingers and stares at the ex-con 'You're acting like someone's forcing you to eat out of a shit-laced spoon'

The situation immediately turns awkward at Draco's words; some of the employees keeping their heads bow down in shame; the Killer Prince sat, perplexed on the couch. Harry actually understands the point of Draco's words, though he expresses it in fouler wording.

'Well, that's what you're doing. You're eating out of a stinky-ass spoon' Draco lets out a breath of smoke after inhaling 'Yeah, you got a record here, but Godric's Hollow isn't the only city in the fucking country. Why does every whiny bitch in the world go nuts when they can't make it work here?' After one last breath, Draco put out his cigarette on the ash tray, stands up and walks out follows by the slam of the doors 'Damn, you piss me off!'

Killer Prince's lips curl into a frown, both from the harsh words of his ex-boss and the self-shame. Harry lets out a breath before pushing the Killer Prince towards the door. 'Go follow him' says Harry.

A small book is thrown into the Killer Prince's hands as soon as the door behind him shuts. It's Draco's checkbook.

'It's not much but use it however you can' Draco says.

Killer Prince almost chokes on his own spit when he checks the balance in the checkbook. 'B-Boss, you've already done enough for me-'

'Don't work your ass off just to stay in this shithole. Go back to your hometown' Draco says, his words echoing through the deserted hallway and in the Killer Prince's ears.

The older man finally gives a sigh. 'Yes, sir'

Meanwhile, the other employees of the Slytherin Credit Union in the other room with no shame had their ears glue to the door, trying to catch the every word exchange between their boss and the Killer Prince.

'Boss, I'd like to ask you a favour before I go' Harry clearly hears the Killer Prince say. 'I want to kick it outside with you and your lover'

The last word catches Draco slightly off guard 'Lover? How do you know who my lover is?'

The Killer Prince gives a heartily chuckle 'Oh, come on. Why are you being like that? How long have we known each other, boss?' Draco chooses not to reply to the comment, keeping his hands in his pockets 'I'm talking about that cuddly porcelain dollface in the office'

The Killer Prince's last words ring clearly to Harry's ears. Cuddly. Porcelain. Dollface. Harry tumbles on the floor with great humiliation at the disgraceful words use to describe himself, feeling emasculated about his own height.

But the creak of the doors pauses Harry in his sheer same of his manly dignity fest. The Killer Prince promptly grabs Harry, dragging him 'Come along, boy!'

Harry screams out in panic, trying to oppose the Killer Prince's grip though it proves to be pointless seeing as Harry is no match for the older man. 'Acckk! It's not me! You got the wrong guy!' The loud objection screams of Harry could be heard even after the doors shut.

Next update (which will be in October) will be much better, I guarantee you! Though I want my readers' opinions, what do you guys think if the rating goes higher? x