When You Least Expect It

Chapter 7

3rd POV-

Harry knew he was fucked now. He looked around, trying to find some way to escape but to his misfortune, there was none. Draco got right next to him and whispered in his ear, "You are going to wish you never did that," before telling his men to grab him and put him in the "Dark Room". And like that, he was dragged away.

Harry's heart was racing as two men had hold of both of his arms and dragged him into the house, which from the outside looked like a castle. He could only kick his legs and yell in a desperate attempt at escape but there was no hope. His arms started to hurt from the pulling when they threw him into a small empty room and closed the door. He was left in darkness.

His harsh landing on the tile floor was painful, but he got up and banged on the door. "Open the door!" Harry yelled and yelled, then his voice got quieter and quieter. His last word was in a small whisper, "Please." Then he stopped. He found a corner of the room and balled up there. The boy didn't like dark places, he was ashamed that of all things the dark was what he feared but what could he do?

It had to do somewhat with back in Harry's childhood: a man was babysitting him while Sirius was away on a trip and he had locked him in his bedroom when he caught him trying to go into Sirius's bedroom that was locked. Harry was too small to reach the light switch so when the man turned off the lights he could do nothing but cry. Luckily, Sirius had a monitor in his room and came home quickly. He never saw that man after, and his father figure had told him that he just spilled a bunch of red dye on his carpet. It still confused Harry today.

He sat there in the darkness...

It felt like forever until the door opened again. Harry had even managed to cry to sleep and when the light poured in, it only slightly roused him as his face covered in dry tear lines turned away from the light. Draco was the one to open the door, surprisingly... Narcissa had a "conversation" (really an argument) with him after he had dismissed Harry to the room, and she made it clear why he should rethink his behavior towards the other.

Draco walked into the room and looked at the boy curled up in the corner, eyes closed but brows furrowed, not entirely in peace. His face dropped as he saw the brunette. "I don't need him... I can't have him..." He whispered and sighed before picking up Harry as gently as he could to not wake him. He felt a clench in his chest as he walked out of the room. Pushing his feelings back, Draco just walked to a bedroom just like the one Harry stayed in but different color themed, and there was a balcony door. The blond placed him on the bed with silver sheets. He tucked Harry in and left the room to go back to his study.

In said study, a large stack of papers sat on his desk, and right next to it was his close friend, Pansy Parkinson. A blue-eyed girl with long black to blond hair, obviously dyed. "Draco honey, how are you! I'm finally back from the trip to the Zabini's! Blaize's mother is so nice you know? She even offered a trip to the mall so we could go shopping, you should really come next time darling," she said, hanging onto Draco's arm and dragging him to the desk. She pushes him in the chair and sits on his desk, something that Draco constantly told her not to do.

"Please Pansy, there are chairs you know." He sighed, but instead of staying on that topic, he went back to what he had been saying before, "I would have, I just had business to attend to."

"That's all you are these days," she groaned, "Busy and boring. Remember high school? You used to be so exciting" She moved her eyebrows in a teasing way and Draco just laughed at her.

"And I was young back then."

"You're only 23 Draco! Take one day off and join me at a club. I'll even let you join me in my VIP section."

Draco had forgotten that Pansy had a club and bar as one of the businesses that she ran. Supposedly had the best strippers in Britain, male and female. "Pansy, as much as I appreciate that, I can't run around anymore like I did back then,"

"But there's this one guy, I think he'll be perfect for you! Fit but not overly muscly, cute face." She said.

Draco shook his head no and Pansy stopped, "Fine, tell me why the change?"

"I'm taking over the whole business in the upcoming month, need to be prepared," Draco said, taking the top paper from the stack and picking up his ink pen.

Pansy congratulated him and poured them both a glass of wine. At first, Draco didn't want to have a drink but after Pansy convinced him, he took a sip. Then another sip, then another glass. They moved to the couch in his office and talked. He was having fun and work that wasn't a quarter way done was forgotten. "See as soon as you start you're so much fun!" Pansy said, encouraging her friend to take another drink.

One bottle turned to two. Draco always had trouble stopping when he started. After the second bottle had been emptied, they just sat and talked until the blondie was trying to sleep in his lap. It was then that Draco ordered an Uber to take her home, not wanting to deal with a hungover Pansy. She left and it was just him by himself in his office.

Harry, on the other hand, had woken up in the unfamiliar room. He questioned why he was put in there, but the door wasn't locked and he wanted to leave. He walked out of the room; the hall that was on the other side looked exactly like the one outside of the first room, but it had different pictures on the walls. There was no guard though, so Harry took his chance and hurriedly walked through the halls the quietest he could.

When he came up to an open area with a bunch of people, he turned around and went a different way. Soon enough, he ended up at a dead end with a door at the end of a hall and he could hear people about to turn into the place he was, the only option was to go through the door... Hopefully, it was empty. He opened the large black walnut doors and quickly closed them behind him.

"What you doin' in 'ere," Harry looked behind him and saw probably one of the worst things he could. Draco, lying on the couch, the smell of wine heavy in the air.

Why do I always have to be in these positions?

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