Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: New Order Member, Training, Telling Friends


"Potter," Richard Thripe greeted. "It's a shock to see you here."

"Is it?" Harry asked dryly. "What makes you say that?"

"You in the den of snakes? Hardly the place I'd think you belong," Richard said. Harry gave a snort of a laugh.

"I belong anywhere I happen to be at the time, I think," Harry said. "Are you saying I'm not welcome here?"

"Not at all," Richard said. "I think it's great that you are here. And with our leader, no less. How very odd."

"Not odd at all," Draco said. "Harry's my date. Aren't you?"

"Absolutely," Harry said. "Aren't jealous are you Thripe? Draco's one hot piece of ass."

"Don't we all know it," Richard said. "Draco's stopped his slumming for some reason. I think you might be it."

"I might be," Harry said.

"I go for the best, Rich," Draco said. "And Harry's it."

"No argument here," Richard said. "Do you know where Blaise got that shit?"

"Why? You want some?" Draco asked. Richard nodded. "Forty per." Richard moved closer to Draco and shoved a fistful of cash into his hand. Draco looked at the money, dug into his pocket and gave Richard three baggies. "Pleasure doing business with you, Rich. Tell Gavin I got lotuscel. He was asking me who had some about two weeks ago." Rich nodded and walked in Gavin's direction.

"Holy hell. Gavin?" Harry asked. "That jerk owes me forty already. But forget it. If he has the cash, sell it to him."

"He owes you money?" Draco sounded irritated. Harry nodded. "That fucker. I'm holding out on him then. I'll get the money."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said. "Sell him what he wants and forget it. It was a long time ago back near Christmas." Gavin did come over and was slightly nervous around Harry.

"Hey," Gavin said to Draco. "You got it?" Gavin pulled out the money. Draco took it and grabbed Gavin's shirt collar in a vice and tugging him forward so that they were face to face.

"You will pay Harry the money you owe him," Draco snarled. Gavin nodded quickly. "Because if you don't, I'll slit your throat in your sleep and let you choke on your own blood. You know I'm not fucking around with this. Do you understand me?" Draco's eyes were steely cold and full of anger. Gavin swallowed and nodded adamantly again. Draco shoved the baggie into his palm and threw him backward.

"I'll get it to you, Harry. I swear it," Gavin said in fear. Harry nodded.

"Go," Draco spat and Gavin went.

"You're so bad," Harry said rubbing Draco's thigh a bit in appreciation. "I could have got the money from him, but I was just too damn sick of it all. I said just piss on it."

"Don't let them take from you," Draco said. "I won't have it."

"My protector," Harry tease and each gave a short laugh. By the end of the evening, everything was sold and each had pockets full of cash. They left the party and went back to the den. Each emptied their pockets into a small bucket. Harry counted it all.

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