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.

I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR MY TARDINESS! I misread my finals' schedule! I thought it would end by 31 of October but it ended in November. And then, my internet started messing with me when I started to write. I AM SO SORRY! I hope this chapter makes up for it! Please, enjoy! x

Chapter 7.

'Whoa, when I first saw you, you were so good-looking I thought you were a player but now I'm relieved. Looks like you get along well with the boss. You're charming and you pick things up quickly'

The Killer Prince's rambling finally stops, much to Harry's relief, due to Draco's intolerable temper as he throws a piece of crumpled paper to the talkative man. 'Enough! What do you think this is? A blind date?'

Harry gives a sigh and leans back into the hard seat as he recounts the situation he is currently in. Three grown men. In an aerial tramp. Together. The situations just screams abnormal, not only to other people but to Harry as well. Why did Draco agree to come to an amusement park in the first place? Harry tries to enjoy the astonishing view from their current high position but the obnoxious laughter of the Killer Prince while he recount stories as the boss just mainly listens does not help Harry's situation. He closes his eyes, thinking all of the positive side of this hang out. He found none.

When Harry readjusts his glasses, he is met with a sight he never occurred before; Draco Malfoy is smiling. More accurately, the corner of his mouth is slightly tugging upwards but that is as close to a smile anyone could get when it comes to the boss. It almost looks like a smirk but his grey eyes are emitting a different vibe, not his usual superior vibe. This person in front of him is slightly different from the boss of the Slytherin Credit Union. Almost … familiar.

'Boss?'

Draco is brought out of the Killer Prince's conversation when his youngest employee calls him. He looks up, his fringe partially blocking his view of the boy sitting opposite him. 'What?'

'Have I ever met you somewhere before?' Harry asks, his genuine curiousity dominants any common sense in his mind.

One of Draco's eyebrows quirks up, hidden by his fringe. He stares at the black-haired boy for a moment before continuing his calm composure and leaning back into his seat. He takes a whiff from his cigarette before replying 'Did you just made a pass at me?'

Harry's saliva got stuck in his throat at the unexpected retort, almost choking him. Embarrassment and discomfort clouds over Harry as he quickly looks away, avoiding any eye contact with the blond. 'N-no' he stutters.

The Killer Prince promptly intervenes, defending the young man. 'Damn, don't scare the little guy. Boss, you should try to be sweet to him'

Another rapid hit to the Killer Prince's forehead by another random piece of trash found in the tramp by the blonde. 'I said, that's enough!'

For a moment, no one says anything; each in their own musings. Harry finally has a chance to enjoy the view of the city, craning his neck to get a better view. His enjoyment is cut short when the Killer Prince speaks up. 'Hey, boss, there's one thing I want to see before I go …'

Draco growls under his breath. 'Now what?'

The Killer Prince plasters a big smile on his face, saying 'I want to see you happy. I think I can go back to my home town in peace if I do'

Draco rests a hand near his forehead, sighing in time as he blows out puff of smoke; he knows exactly what the Killer Prince is talking about. Then, he sends a glare at Harry. The small man is puzzled, dozens of questions floating through his mind as he wonders how he is remotely related to the boss's happiness.

As Harry is briefly distracted by his own thoughts, he fails to hear the creaking noise as the boss's rises from his seat. Though, Harry notices when the sunlight is blocked from his view; Draco is towering him, one hand is placed on the seat beside him whilst the other resting against the window behind Harry's head. Harry tries to back away but he couldn't go far due to the glass behind him.

The boss's face is literally directly right in front of him; even up close, Draco's face is flawlessly breathtaking. Honestly, Harry sucks in a breath at the close proximity. The boss's breath tickles Harry's nose 'Open your mouth'

Harry is, at first, stunned but when the words are finally processed by his mind, he starts to realize the boss's intention. He brings his hands up to his face 'No, wait!'

'I'll kill you if you resist' catches Harry's undivided attention.

Draco's hand lifts Harry's chin up, bringing their faces closer. Out of curiousity, Harry keeps his eyes open, looking into the boss's eyes. His eyes goes wide when Draco flicks out a tongue and licks his lower lip teasingly before lounging into Harry's slightly parted lips. The impact of the kiss is unexpectedly big, Harry's eyes closes themselves at their own accord. Demandingly, Draco pushes his tongue into Harry's mouth, deepening the kiss. Harry, lost in the taste of his boss, doesn't deny entrance. Their tongues dance in a battle for dominance and just when Harry is truthfully enjoying this administration, Draco leans back.

When the huge realization of the previous scene that just played between himself and Draco dawns on Harry, he breaks down, the only though tin his mind is I'm sorry, Neville!

As though on cue, the ride comes to stop. Once back on safe ground and the public eye, the Killer Prince speaks up 'Boss, I won't ever come back to the city after I go back home this time. I owe you a lot, for everything and-'

'It'll probably be hard to find someone as reliable and loyal as you' the boss interjects, his tone surprisingly calm. 'I know it wasn't easy working under a jerk like me. Thanks' Draco holds out a hand.

Harry is just as surprised as Killer Prince is at the boss's sincerity. Killer Prince, taken by surprise, quickly rubs his hand on his shirt before gingerly grasping the boss's outstretched hand to shake it. Somewhere in Harry's heart, he finds this scene of a genuine boss thanking his most loyal employee to be touching. More than he might admits it.

'Take good care of yourself, boss'

'You too'

Killer Prince puts an arm around Harry, smiling. 'Serve our boss well'

'Heh …' Harry is tired of explaining himself and just decides to go with the flow.

When the two of them are left alone, the Killer Prince going to the opposite direction, Harry turns to his boss 'You're real popular, boss'

'What the bloody hell are you babbling about?' Draco snaps.

'It's pretty nice in a way' Harry smiles slightly 'to see that thing called friendship, even among gangsters' Harry's enjoyment of the sun descending from the sky and disappearing behind the horizon is abruptly disturbed when a sharp pain collides with his back, sending him face-first to the ground but luckily, he manages to halt his fall with his hands.

Behind him, Draco's voice firmly says 'Who're you're calling a gangster? I am a legitimate business man' he confidently articulates.

The driver stops the car in front of the Malfoy Inc. headquarters with a jerk. Blaise appears from the backseat of the vehicle, checking his surroundings cautiously before Draco steps out. His appearance is different; instead of his usual moderately messy hair, the platinum blonde locks are sleeked back neatly, only a couple of strands escaped. His clothing is one of the most expensive articles he has from his tie, to his suit and his shoes. As usual, there would be a person waiting to greet them at the entrance of the tall building but Draco pays no attention to it.

As Draco leisurely strolls down the hallway after exiting the elevator with Blaise in tow, a shrill voice says behind him 'Well, well, look who it is! You're looking as good as usual'

Draco turns his head. He is met with a woman; her curly black hair is in a sadistic attempt of trying to be tamed, her face blessed with fair, pale skin but being abused with overused make-up, especially eye-shadow and her clothes are only in dark colours, including her knee-high boots.

'Who-'

'This is Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange, she's in charge of the Death Eater Credit Union. You've met her a few of times, sir' Blaise informatively says.

Draco stares at the woman again. 'Nah … I don't remember' he waves off casually.

Bellatrix cracks when Draco carelessly turns his back on her, furiously throwing the cigarette she was enjoying onto the floor. 'You insolent little punk! Even a high school dropout like you should learn to respect elders' she heatedly stares at him.

Draco stops in his tracks and turns to face her again. He gives her an acid look. 'It's you, punk, who needs to show respect first' Draco takes a step towards her, claiming 'I've been rolling around the old man's business longer than you, eight years in fact. And some nobody like you pops in and tries to boss me around?'

Being the hot-tempered she is, Draco's provocation raises her rage, pushing directly at her red-buttons. Draco turns around again, ignoring the fiery woman, heading down the hallway. 'Come to think of it, I did hear something like that' the retort escapes Bellatrix's lips. She continues maliciously, 'I heard you've been with the boss since middle school. Maybe you didn't "roll" with him on the streets but on a bed?'

That definitely stops Draco in his step.

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