A Gangster\'s Paradise

Author: Ducky Nay Nay

Tital: A Gangster\'s Paradise

Summary: 16 year old Draco Malfoy is the touble making son of the tough mob boss, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius\' right hand man, Severus Snape, suggests that they should hire a body guard for young Draco. They end up picking a young man of 20 years, named Harry Potter. Will Harry Potter be able to keep himself and Draco Malfoy from getting killed...or killing the pretty blonde boy himself?

Pairings: Harry/Draco

Warnings: Possible (and most likely) OOC, violence, sexual situations, sexual situations with a minor, swearing, AU.

Story Key: \"Talking\", \'Thinking\', -Empasis- on a word, !-!-! Change of secne/time.

A/N: I\'d like to thank all the reviewers once more, I really do love all the feedback I get. And I want to apologize for the icky chapters preceeding this one. I looked them over and gagged a bit...but I can safely say this one gets better! I\'d once more like to thank my awsome beta -Kaede- and dedicate this to my loving and beautiful girlfriend -Kassy- (aka Toma-chan).

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In one of the master bedrooms, on the family side of Malfoy Manor, sat a rather depressed boy. But one couldn\'t really blame said boy, after all...his mother had been murdered less than a week ago. The young man had chin length, flaxen hair that was usually slicked back from his face with a heafty amount of gel. Today though, it was simply hanging limply against his elegantly pointed and pale face.


His room was elegant, yet somehow dark at the same time. The floor was covered with large white, fur rugs, and the walls were done it white with delicate gold leafing. On the ceiling hung three large chandeliers, creating a soft glow and shadows in the large room.


Though, the young man didn\'t notice any of these. His blue-gray eyes were red and bloodshot from loss of sleep and crying, as was his nose. He sniffed softly as he held a pillow to his chest, staring blankly at the white wall. The black cotton sheets of his large four poster bed were tangled around his lithe form, yet he still felt cold.


His mother was dead.


If he could, he would still be crying...but his tears ran out. Yes, he was a sarcastic, arrogant, little snot (or that\'s what others call him at least). But, he\'d loved his mother very much. She\'d always been there while he was growing up. Most pureblood children were raised by nannies and House Elves. But not him, his mother had taken care of him from before he\'d been born. She\'d written him letters before he\'d been born, and one every day since he started at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.


A shuddering sigh left his parted pink lips.


She\'d never be able to write him another letter.


A soft pop seemed to echo through the large room, and a squeaky, hesitant voice seemed to ring much to loudly in his skull and behind his eyes.


\"Young Master? Master Draco?\"


The young man slowly sat up, looking over the side of his large bed to see a small House Elf dressed in a pillow case. \"Yes, Dobby?\" His voice was cracked and tired, if it\'d been anyone else he\'d have sent them out with a harsh insult for the rode. But Dobby had sometimes helped his mother, and he didn\'t have the energy to yell or shout.


\"Is young Master nots feeling well?\" Dobby reached out slowly before drawing back his small and thin hand, clasping both together as he waited anxiously.


Draco shook his head a bit, \"Just tired. Is there something you need?\" He lay on his stomach, using his hand as a pillow.


\"Master Lucius asks for young Master to come to Master Lucius study.\" Dobby said softly, lower lip trembling a bit.


Draco nodded slowly. \"Tell him I\'ll be there shortly, I just need to get dressed.\" Slowly he sat up, swining his legs over the side of the bed and setting them on the soft, white fur covered floor. He shooed the House Elf away with a wave of his hand, and was rewarded with a soft pop. Gently he rubbed his temples, sighing softly as he tried to ease away his lack of sleep headache. Slowly he stood and walked to his mirror, grimacing as he saw himself.


\"Dear, you really need to fix yourself up.\"


He nodded absently at his reflections comment, reaching for a brush and gel before he slowly began to make himself look presentable. After his hair was slicked back away from his face, he dressed in a white button up dress shirt and white pants. White was a sign of purity, and he wore it in honor of his mother\'s pure soul.


After gliding his feet into some house slippers he set out of his room, and began making his way across the large manor to his father\'s study. It was easy to get lost in Malfoy Manor, Draco still did it sometimes...not that he would ever admit it. It took him close to ten minutes to make it down all the stairs, then up some, and down an unnumberal amount of hallways. He nodded to all the portraits he passed, before he finally reached the large double doors to his fathers study/office.


He knocked once before pushing the doors open and staring at the three men in the room. The one he didn\'t...quite...recognise turned in his chair and stared at him. Draco frowned and walked in before closing the doors and crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at everyone, and looking very put-upon. \"You asked for me?\" His voice was drawling and sarcastic all at the same time, something he was proud to say he\'d perfected even before he started at school.


Lucius nodded, waving his son over and stood, placing a hand on his son\'s shoulder and turning him so he faced the dark haired man. \"Draco, this is Harry Potter.\"


The name clicked with the face, Pansy had prattled on about him at school. \"I know.\" He\'d also seen him in Witch Weekly\'s top ten bachelores in Europe. Draco had always been rather annoyed at hearing about the \'Great Harry Potter\'. The dark haired man had already been at Hogwarts when Draco first started. He\'d been in fourth year, and he remembered that he\'d been in Gryffindor. \"What does he have to do with anything?\" He\'d never really talked to the older boy at school, he\'d only seen him in the hall a handful of times.


\"Draco...\" Lucius said softly, placing both of his hand\'s on his son\'s shoulder, squeezing them gently as he eyed Harry, who had yet to say anything other than stare at Draco, seeming a bit shocked. \"I\'ve hired Mister Potter. He\'s to be your,\" He mentally sent a prayer to the Goddess to give him strength for his son\'s coming outburts of anger, \"bodyguard.\" He finished quickly, and instantly his son\'s body tensed.


\"Pardon?\" Draco\'s voice was rather emotionless as he spoke the word, staring coldly at the Potter man.


\"He\'s your bodyguard. I cannot be around to protect you all the time, dragon.\" He squeezed his son\'s shoulder\'s again and waited...it wouldn\'t be long now...


\"I don\'t need a bodyguard!\" He whirled out of his father\'s grip and glared at him, then looked to \'Uncle\' Severus and pointed an aing ing finger, \"Did you put him up to this? You did, didn\'t you!?\" He would not have a bodyguard! He knew more Dark Arts than half the Seventh Year Slytherins...put together! And what would one expect from the son of a top Wizard Boss?


Severus sighed and shook his head slowly, \"No, Draco, I did not. It was his idea...trust me.\" He watched the boy with aprihension and briefly wondered where the young man\'s wand was...


Draco glared at Severus before rounding on Harry, poiting an accusing finger at his father. \"Do you know who he is!?\" Draco continued glaring, not seeing (or really caring) that his father was looking at him in annoyance. \"Well? Do you?\"


Harry had to ask himself why. Why did he take this job? Why had he agreed? And why did a boy as nasty as this one need a bodyguard? \'That\'s probably why. The kid is a walking temper tantrum.\' He\'d make sure never to say that outloud. He nodded at the younger boy\'s question. \"Yes, he\'s Lucius Malfoy.\"


Draco nodded quickly, lowering his arm. \"Exactly! He\'s a Wizard Boss...that means he\'s bad! A very, very bad man. You might have to kill people to protect me. Can you do that? Can you kill someone and then sleep peacefully that very same night?\"


Severus blinked, scratching his chin lightly, \"I\'ve always been able to...\" Draco rounded on him, glaring and the darked haired man rolled his eyes, \"Not that it matter...of course.\"


\"Exactly.\" He turned to his father, and gave him a pleading look, \"Father...\" He pleaded with his eyes, begging for his father to take it back.


Lucius touched his son\'s shoulder lightly, \"Draco...you need a bodyguard. He\'s as good as they get. Trust me.\" That was a line that was used often when Lucius spoke. The blonde man sighed mentally as his son glared and turned, stalking out of the room, slamming to doors with a bang.


Sighing heavilyius ius turned to Harry and offered a small smirk. \"I hope your still willing to guard him?\" He raised a brow at Potter\'s slightly...astonished look. He knew how is son was. A very tempramental boy he was...always had been as long as Lucius had remembered. Usually when children threw tantrums, they screamed and kicked on the floor. Draco had run around smashing everything he could get his little hands on, then proceeded to scream and kick anyone and everyone he came in contact with in the shins. Lucius remembered many times being at the reciving end of the shin kicks...he\'d only recently grown out of that horrible habbit, now he slammed doors.


\"Uh...is...is he always that loud?\" Harry asked softly, green eyes wide behind his thick glasses as he stared after the blonde that had just stormed out of the room. The older two men chuckled, and Harry felt his face flush in embarasment. \"I guess that\'s a yes...\"


Lucius nodded to Severus who then took out his wand. \"Severus is going to place a charm on you...it will allow you to be able to sense where Draco is at all times.\" He reached into his pocket and tossed the younger man a bracelet. It was one of those \'stylish\' silver chain bracelets. \"That can be transfigured into whatever you want. It\'s a portkey that will take you to where ever Draco is, in case thes ans an emergency.\" He sat down and leaned back in his chair. \"To get to your room, you must go through D\'s.\'s. One of the doors in there leads to a small bedroom that will be yours, that way you can get to him quickly if need be. Though, I doubt that anything will happen in The Manor.\"


Harry fingered the chain as he felt Snape cast the spell over him; instantly he felt a warm and tingly feeling then he felt another\'s presence in his mind. It wasn\'t strong...but he could feel it. Draco was somewhere...three floors up and to the South a bit. He furrowed his brows and let the bracelet form to his wrist. \"How do I get to Draco? And what was that spell?\" He looked up at the other two, theokedoked over to Mister Malfoy.


\"You simply say: White Dragon, and it will take you to him instantly, it can be used more than once too.\" He watched Severus put his wand away before looking back at Potter. \"It\'s called, Catenatus. I doubt you\'d have heard of it...it\'s a Dark Spell.\" He smirked before looking down at a scroll and waving the green eyed man away. \"Now go make yourself useful...guard my son.\"


Harry nodded slowly and stood, taking a glance backthe the two men...they definatly looked intimidating. He left the study and began making his way through the very large Manor. As he walked, he had to admit...this was strange. And it might not have been the smartest thing he\'d ever done before. But really, he\'d had a part time job at the Leaky Culdron making food. He still had money...his parents had left it for him after they\'d died. Absently, he rubbed a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He\'d gotten it somehow during his parents death. His godfather, Sirius Black, had never been very specific. That reminded him...he\'d have to go and speak with Sirius and Remus Lupin, his godfather\'s lover and \'mate\'.


Harry stuffed his hands in his over sized pockets, he\'d always dressed in clothing to big for him. He wasn\'t sure why, that\'s just how he liked dressing. He paused when the slight mental presence in his brain increased. \'Probably means I\'m closer to him now...\' He thought, and continued up some more stairs, panting softly when he finally reached the large double doors which led to Draco\'s room. He knocked twice and waited to be called in. When that didn\'t happen he pushed open the door and looked around the very large room. He didn\'t think he\'d ever seen a room this large...for one person!


\"What are you doing in my room?\"
H
Harry turned quickly at the wapish voice, frowning before he closed the doors gently, and turning to face the pale boy.


Draco had thrown his tantrum, and had started on the rest of his summer homework. It was mid-August, and he was just about done; he just had History of Magic left. He clutched his quill tightly, glaring at the older male. \"Well? I asked you a question, Potter


Harry frowned and crossed his arms staring at the younger male for a moment be he he walked forward and sighed, dropping onto a loung sofa. \"I\'m your guard, I\'m supposed to follow you places. It\'s my job.\" He spoke as if he was explaining something to a five year old, and noted with a strange amount of satisfaction that Draco\'s cheeks turned a soft pink, and he clutched his eagle feathered quill tighter.


Draco glared at Potter for a few more moments before he looked down at his school work once more. \"I got my school letter yesterday. Tomorrow we\'re going to Diagon Ally.\" He glanced at Potter with icy eyes, \"Make sure you wear something more...appropriate. What you have is hidious.\" He curled his upper lip into a sneer before he looked back down at his essay.


\'That reminds me...I need to get my clothes!\' He stood and checked the first door in Malfoy\'s room, which ended up being the bathroom. Sighing he went across the room to the other door and opened it, seeing his room. He opened his mouth a bit, gaping at the room.


It was even better than his at Sirius\' home. The walls were black with silver leafing, and the floor was covered in a large black fur carpet. The room seemed the exact opposites of the young Malfoy\'s. The bed sheets were white cotten with a very light green boarder on them. He walked over to the large oak closet and opened it, seeing all his clothes. \"Wow...they\'re quick.\" he check around the room and saw some of his other belongings. On the desk he saw a note, in Mister Malfoy\'s elegant scrawl.


Mister Potter,
We have contacted your...godfather(s) and explained that you have taken a job that requires your attention 24/7. Don\'t worry, you will be allowed to visit them...but Draco will have to go with you. He is now your responsibility. Take care of my son.
L.M.


Harry had to chuckle at the godfather(s) comment. He tucked the paper in his pocket and walked back into Malfoy\'s room, sitting back in the sofa he\'d been lounging in before. He noticed the younger male tense almost inperceptibly, and almost smiled, but held it back and closed his eyes, sighing loudly.

\"Must you be so loud?\" Draco turned and glared at his new bodyguard. He was already annoyed. He shook his head a bit and looked back down at his paper, writing quickly.


\"I\'m not being loud...just bored.\" Harry opened his green eyes and stared at Malfoy for a few moments before he began looking around, and saw a portrait on the far wall. It wasn\'t one of the normal talking ones. But it was nice none-the-less. In the picture were three people with pale and pointed features. One was obviously Lucius Malfoy, his hair was a bit shorter and his face wasn\'t quite as harsh as it was now. And one was Draco, he was almost smiling, and his face was full and rosy as most young childrens faces tend to be. The other...was Narcissa Malfoy. Harry sucked in quickly, she was very beautiful, and the artist had obviously caught her perfectly. She was smiling faintly and had her arms wrapped around the younger version oaco\aco\'s waist, holding him protectivly to her chest while Lucius rested a hand on her slender shoulder. \"Your mother was very beautiful.\" He commented absently, then winced instantly as he heard the quill still.

\"Don\'t speak of my mother, ever!\" Draco turned and glared at him fiercly, \"I will not have her memory defiled by your stupid comments, understand?\" At Potter\'s weak nod, Draco turned back to his work, casting a small glance at the portrait Harry\'d been looking at before.


He missed his mother.