"How come I have to get Draco?" the dark-skinned male asked.
"Well considering it was your idiotic behavior that got us in this situation in the first place..." the pale woman trailed off.
The dark-skinned male huffed out in annoyance and left the room. The female turned towards Harry and smirked.
"Did he have his phone on him?" she asked looking at the tanned man who was now behind Harry.
"I don't know," he answered. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Well since you 'don't know'" she mocked, "make sure those ropes are extra tight. We don't need him calling his death eater allies."
"What is a death eater?" Harry spoke up for the first time.
"Don't play dumb with us sweetheart," The man behind harry said.
"For one don't call me sweetheart. For two no one is playing dumb," Harry said.
"Isn't that what they all say," a new voice said.
Harry looked up to see a very tall man. He was the most intimidating one out of the four. He had platinum blond hair that was sleeked back. He had cold grey eyes and pale skin. If Harry wasn't tied up in a mysterious room he would've believed that he just saw the sexiest man on earth.
"I'm pretty sure you already know who we are, correct?" The man said. Harry immediately noticed his faint French accent.
"No, do we look like best buds? I have no idea who you are or why I'm here," Harry said trying to sound as intimidating as possible. But sadly he failed.
"Aww, that's cute. But your little baby voice doesn't scare anyone. Now stop playing dumb we already know that you are a spy for a rival gang just tell us who," the blond man said.
"Shove off," Harry said.
Everyone in the room seemed to be shocked. Harry could've sworn that he saw pity in the pale girl's eyes.
"Leave," the blond ordered. Everyone left the room leaving just the blond and Harry.
"I don't appreciate being talked to like that," The man said in a dangerously deep voice.
Harry was scared for his life but he couldn't let the other man know that. "Cry about it," he said trying to sound completely unaffected.
"I'm this close to shooting you in the head. Watch your mouth," the man said.
"You kidnapped me!" Harry shouted, "I was just trying to get to class."
"So you're a student?"
"No, I'm a stripper. Yes, I'm a student!"
"What's your name?"
"I'm not telling a stranger that just kidnapped me my name. Are you insane?"
"Tell me your name or I'll kill you, simple." The man pointed a gun to Harry's head.
Harry's breath hitched. "Harry."
"Good. And what's your last name?"
"Potter."
"Harry Potter? That's basic."
"I'd like to see you do better. Your name's probably Donald or something else irrelevant."
"Draco Lucius Malfoy. Not basic whatsoever." Harry rolled his eyes. "No rolling your eyes!" Harry wanted to roll his eyes again just to smite the man, but he had a gun pointed to his head.
"So you're just a basic student with a basic name? This was so unnecessary. Blaise should've just killed you, he wasted my time. That lazy fuck!"
"So you're saying I can go now?"
"No! I can't have you telling people about us!"
"I promise I won't! You can trust me! In elementary school, I won a trustworthy award!"
"I give zero fucks. Anyways, I can either kill you or use you. You would obviously need lots of training, you look like you can't even throw a punch. Then again so does Theo and he's our best fighter. But what would you do?" The blond continued to talk about Harry as if he wasn't there.
"I could use another spy and you are hot so you would be great at distracting men..." This caught Harry's attention.
"What if I'm straight," he asked.
Draco snorted.
"What's so funny!" Harry shouted.
"First of all lower your tone. Second of all my gaydar never fails. You are bisexual with a preference for men," Draco said.
"How did you know that?" Harry asked.
"That's enough I ask the questions here," the blond said.
For a few minutes, it seemed like the man was having a mental battle with himself. He seemed to finally make a decision.
"You can stay," he said.
>End of chapter<
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