A Gangster\'s Paradise
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Chapter Four
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 scene/time.
A/N: 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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Chapter Four
Harry groaned as he flopped back on his bed. It'd been a week since he'd taken the body guard job. Tomorrow he'd be going to Hogwarts with the miniture Malfoy, and he was not looking forward to it. For the past week he'd been dragged around like a rag doll. Not to mention he was still terribly confused about the whole thing that'd happened in Florish and Blotts.
He sighed loudly and rolled over on his stomach, clenching his eyes shut. He was twenty, and the boy he just happened to be watching over was terribly good looking. He could understand why he'd need a body guard, quite a number of people probably wanted to jump his bones! 'This isn't helping!' And it also didn't help that every time he saw the boy in those tight leather pants, he was thankful that he still wore his slightly baggy clothes.
Opening his green eyes, he stared at the white and gold bed spread that he was currently laying on, remembering the conversation he'd had with Mister Malfoy two days ago.
Flashback
Harry silently stared at Mister Malfoy as the Boss walked silently, which could have been mistaken for pacing. He blinked quickly when he was addressed by his boss. "You will be going with Draco to Hogwarts. If anyone asks what your doing with him, you will tell them that you are his personal tutor." Harry nodded, it was beside the point he'd only /just/ passis cis classes. But it was a pretty good cover.
Lucius turned to Harry and placed his pale, elegant hands on his equally elegant desk. "Remember Mister Potter, I'm trusting my son's safty and life to you. If you let him get hurt in any way...you will pay. Is that understood?" Harry nodded, swallowing thickly as he stared up with wide eyes at the Wizard Boss. The pale man smirked and nodded. "Good, then go do your job and watch my son." Harry nodded again and stood, quickly going to the door and exiting, using the charm Snape had placed on him to track his charge. Oh man...this job was just about to get more difficulte!
End Flashback
So he was to be little Malfoy's tutor, or pretend to be at least. Sighing he rolled over on his back, for some reason he felt restless. Maybe it was the fact that he was going back to Hogwarts, even if he wouldn't be attending. He'd still be following the young man around everywhere. Or maybe it was that his charge and he would be under the ever knowing, ever watchful eyes of Albus Dumbledore, a very /good/ Wizard.
Sighing loudly, Harry stood, pulling on his blue bathrobe over his blue flannel pajama pants. He'd go check on Draco, make sure the boy was sleeping peacefully. Quietly he opened the door that led to the young man's room, looking around the white room before he settled his eyes on the large bed. Quietly he crept forward, looking down at the sleeping boy.
He was beautiful, Harry would give him that. The young man probably hadn't hit his growth spert yet, he was still pretty short compaired to Harry, who almost stood at five feet eleven inches. He reached out and gently smoothed some silky hair from the other males face, a small smile on his face as he did so. The boy's skin was smooth as satin...or...silk. Definatly silk.
He watched his pale charge sleep for a few more minutes before he went backhis his room, slumping on his bed and sighing gently, eyes closing as he quickly fell asleep. Tomorrow they would leave to Kings Cross, and tomorrow Harry predicted that something was going to go at least half-way wrong.
!-!-!
Draco pouted the entire car ride to the train station. He'd woken up late, hadn't had time to change into his good clothes (which consisted of leather pants and probably a tight shirt which would make Harry blush) and hadn't had time to eat breakfast. Damn House Elves! He glared at the man across from him. His body guard. The dark haired man was looking out the window, and it took all Draco's control not to just extend his leg and kick him in the shin. That would be immature. Plus...he'd already done it once that morning. He sniffed delicatly, turning to glare out the window as they pulled up to the station. Harry climbed out first, followed by Uncle Sev and then his Father, he went last. He stood between Potter and his father, a scowl still on his face as the group made their way to Platform 9 3/4.
The group walked silently as they passed through the barrier. People glanced at Lucius and Draco before looking away quickly, while others glaat tat them...some just didn't seem to care. Lucius turned to Draco and grasped his son's shoulder. "I'll see you at Christmas break. Try not to get into to much trouble." He kissed his son's forehead and nodded at Potter before he and Severus turned and exited the area to head back to the manor.
Draco turned to Potter and sighed meldromatically. "Well, lets go." He muttered before the duo b to to make there way towards the red steam engine. Draco began to make his way back towards the Slytherin compartments. But of course, they didn't get all the way back there until they met up with a 'gathering' of Gryffindors. Draco crossed his arms and scowled, this day was not going as he'd hoped it would. He glanced at his body guard, glad to see that the dark haired man was reaching inside his pocket for his wand, just in case. The pale boy turned to look at the members of the rival house, which was being led by the Weasel, Weaselette and Mudblood. "Move. Your in my way."
"No way Malfoy, you move." Draco rolled his silver eyes, sighing in exasperation. "Any ways, we have a bone to pick with you." Draco smirked, oh, the Weasel had totally set himself up with that comment!
"Really Weasley?" Draco asked, letting his voice drop to a slightly lower octave, "I never knew that you felt that way about me." Obviously the little jab had worked, because Weasley turned even redder than his hair, and he was sure he heard a snort of amusment from his guard beside him.
"Shut up!" Weasel yelled loudly, taking a somewhat threatening step forward, "Shut it, you...you pouf!" Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
"No need to state the obvious, now out of my way!" He shoved the red head and walked with his head held high towards his usual seat.
Harry followed after his charge, sighing as he placed his wand back in his sleeve. 'Oh, some diety please help me! I don't know if I can watch this kid...he's pratically begging to have his arse kicked!'
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 scene/time.
A/N: I'd once more like to thank my awsome beta Kaede and dedicate this to my loving and beautiful girlfriend Kassy (aka Toma-chan).
!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!
Chapter Four
Harry groaned as he flopped back on his bed. It'd been a week since he'd taken the body guard job. Tomorrow he'd be going to Hogwarts with the miniture Malfoy, and he was not looking forward to it. For the past week he'd been dragged around like a rag doll. Not to mention he was still terribly confused about the whole thing that'd happened in Florish and Blotts.
He sighed loudly and rolled over on his stomach, clenching his eyes shut. He was twenty, and the boy he just happened to be watching over was terribly good looking. He could understand why he'd need a body guard, quite a number of people probably wanted to jump his bones! 'This isn't helping!' And it also didn't help that every time he saw the boy in those tight leather pants, he was thankful that he still wore his slightly baggy clothes.
Opening his green eyes, he stared at the white and gold bed spread that he was currently laying on, remembering the conversation he'd had with Mister Malfoy two days ago.
Flashback
Harry silently stared at Mister Malfoy as the Boss walked silently, which could have been mistaken for pacing. He blinked quickly when he was addressed by his boss. "You will be going with Draco to Hogwarts. If anyone asks what your doing with him, you will tell them that you are his personal tutor." Harry nodded, it was beside the point he'd only /just/ passis cis classes. But it was a pretty good cover.
Lucius turned to Harry and placed his pale, elegant hands on his equally elegant desk. "Remember Mister Potter, I'm trusting my son's safty and life to you. If you let him get hurt in any way...you will pay. Is that understood?" Harry nodded, swallowing thickly as he stared up with wide eyes at the Wizard Boss. The pale man smirked and nodded. "Good, then go do your job and watch my son." Harry nodded again and stood, quickly going to the door and exiting, using the charm Snape had placed on him to track his charge. Oh man...this job was just about to get more difficulte!
End Flashback
So he was to be little Malfoy's tutor, or pretend to be at least. Sighing he rolled over on his back, for some reason he felt restless. Maybe it was the fact that he was going back to Hogwarts, even if he wouldn't be attending. He'd still be following the young man around everywhere. Or maybe it was that his charge and he would be under the ever knowing, ever watchful eyes of Albus Dumbledore, a very /good/ Wizard.
Sighing loudly, Harry stood, pulling on his blue bathrobe over his blue flannel pajama pants. He'd go check on Draco, make sure the boy was sleeping peacefully. Quietly he opened the door that led to the young man's room, looking around the white room before he settled his eyes on the large bed. Quietly he crept forward, looking down at the sleeping boy.
He was beautiful, Harry would give him that. The young man probably hadn't hit his growth spert yet, he was still pretty short compaired to Harry, who almost stood at five feet eleven inches. He reached out and gently smoothed some silky hair from the other males face, a small smile on his face as he did so. The boy's skin was smooth as satin...or...silk. Definatly silk.
He watched his pale charge sleep for a few more minutes before he went backhis his room, slumping on his bed and sighing gently, eyes closing as he quickly fell asleep. Tomorrow they would leave to Kings Cross, and tomorrow Harry predicted that something was going to go at least half-way wrong.
!-!-!
Draco pouted the entire car ride to the train station. He'd woken up late, hadn't had time to change into his good clothes (which consisted of leather pants and probably a tight shirt which would make Harry blush) and hadn't had time to eat breakfast. Damn House Elves! He glared at the man across from him. His body guard. The dark haired man was looking out the window, and it took all Draco's control not to just extend his leg and kick him in the shin. That would be immature. Plus...he'd already done it once that morning. He sniffed delicatly, turning to glare out the window as they pulled up to the station. Harry climbed out first, followed by Uncle Sev and then his Father, he went last. He stood between Potter and his father, a scowl still on his face as the group made their way to Platform 9 3/4.
The group walked silently as they passed through the barrier. People glanced at Lucius and Draco before looking away quickly, while others glaat tat them...some just didn't seem to care. Lucius turned to Draco and grasped his son's shoulder. "I'll see you at Christmas break. Try not to get into to much trouble." He kissed his son's forehead and nodded at Potter before he and Severus turned and exited the area to head back to the manor.
Draco turned to Potter and sighed meldromatically. "Well, lets go." He muttered before the duo b to to make there way towards the red steam engine. Draco began to make his way back towards the Slytherin compartments. But of course, they didn't get all the way back there until they met up with a 'gathering' of Gryffindors. Draco crossed his arms and scowled, this day was not going as he'd hoped it would. He glanced at his body guard, glad to see that the dark haired man was reaching inside his pocket for his wand, just in case. The pale boy turned to look at the members of the rival house, which was being led by the Weasel, Weaselette and Mudblood. "Move. Your in my way."
"No way Malfoy, you move." Draco rolled his silver eyes, sighing in exasperation. "Any ways, we have a bone to pick with you." Draco smirked, oh, the Weasel had totally set himself up with that comment!
"Really Weasley?" Draco asked, letting his voice drop to a slightly lower octave, "I never knew that you felt that way about me." Obviously the little jab had worked, because Weasley turned even redder than his hair, and he was sure he heard a snort of amusment from his guard beside him.
"Shut up!" Weasel yelled loudly, taking a somewhat threatening step forward, "Shut it, you...you pouf!" Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.
"No need to state the obvious, now out of my way!" He shoved the red head and walked with his head held high towards his usual seat.
Harry followed after his charge, sighing as he placed his wand back in his sleeve. 'Oh, some diety please help me! I don't know if I can watch this kid...he's pratically begging to have his arse kicked!'