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By: Anonymous on Ao3

Drarry

Mafia au!

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Draco is a prat.

Draco is an absolute and an utter prat.

He's an annoying, over protective, fucking gorgeous prat, whom Harry definitely doesn't like.

Because the people he likes?

Don't have enemies who hold him at gunpoint, damn it.

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It had been a stupid thing, really.

Harry had been planning to go to The Burrow to attend Ron's birthday party and stay for the weekend. Only, his stupid fiancé had refused to listen.

"It's too risky, love," the blonde had said, oblivious to Harry's narrow eyed glare. "We'll be carrying out the Durmstrang job that very night and it's going to be an all hands on deck sort of situation, really- no one to accompany you. Can't you go another weekend?"

Harry snaked his way out of the octopus-like grip of his lover and put his hands on his hips firmly. "It might come as a surprise to you, oh almighty mobster lord, but birthdays only happen once a year. So no, I'm not going any other weekend. Besides, I don't need any protection- I can handle myself just fine."

Draco had replied with a snort and well... Harry James Potter was nothing if not stubborn.

Which is why, Friday evening finds him engaging in yet another shouting match with his fiancé, till finally he just fumes and marches out of the Manor, seething.

That bloody arsehole, he thinks viciously. What kind of sadistic moron doesn't let his partner enjoy a nice, relaxed weekend with said partner's best friend?

"Git thinks he owns me," Harry scowls aloud, not paying attention to the route he's taken. "Well, if he thinks for a second that I'll give in to his overprotective, childish demands, he's got another think coming."

"Is that so?" a voice rumbles dangerously from behind him, making him start.

Harry falters, eyes finally taking in his surroundings. The street he's in is dark and looks deserted- almost eerie in the dim moonlight. He must've taken a wrong turn along the way, because this is definitely not the alley that leads to Ron's place.

"Er..." Turning around, he comes face-to-face with the sneering face of Igor Karkaroff, leader of the gang rival to Draco's (which incidentally happens to be Durmstrang) and the owner of some spectacularly yellow teeth.

Harry really wants to politely stammer his way out of this mess so he can reach Ron's on time only he might've said that last bit about the teeth out loud.

For the record, he's never again going to underestimate the right hook of evil gangster lords.