Doc and the Mafia

When Draco said he would take Harry to his friends, Harry did not picture this. 

“Draco- what the actual hell! Are you-are you kidnapping me?” Harry snapped as he fidgeted in the backseat of Draco’s car, his hands tied behind his back.

“Just- be careful, I- be safe. And stop talking or I will shove a gag in your mouth,” Draco sneers at Harry from the front seat.

“Oh shut up. If you don’t let me out, I will tell everyone about how you wet your bed at Hogwarts when you were 16!” Harry declares loudly and proudly.

Draco stares at him unamused before quickly drawing his attention to driving again.

“What are you on about? I never did that,” Draco replied dryly, not at all feeling threatened.

“Well, others don’t know that, do they? And I bet you after I tell Pansy, she won’t want to-” Draco cut Harry off as the car swerved into the rocky driveway of a large manor.

“God, just being around you makes me feel less guilty by the second,” Draco snapped, parking his car neatly near the entrance of the manor. Draco turned around to look Harry dead in the eye.

“I am not going in there,” Harry said dryly yet slightly dubiously. Draco raised an eyebrow.

“You have two choices, take the small bit of dignity I hope you carry and walk up there sensibly with me, or lose all your pride and force me to drag you in,” Draco offered generously, watching with torn amusement as Harry gaped.

“Fine then. You know, no wonder you kidnapped me, you were always jealous I became a doctor and you didn’t get accepted right? Your father probably wanted to disown you- after all his precious heir is so stupid, he- OW!” Harry squealed, feeling Draco fling the car keys at his head to shut him up as Draco climbed out of the driver's door. 

Scowling as Draco opened the backseat door for him, in a mocked parody of how a gentleman would, Harry took his time to shuffle out of the car, taking joy in the awkwardness.

“You know what I just thought of?” Harry asked Draco, smiling at Draco’s sigh of annoyance.

“Shut up! I kidnapped you! Can you stop talking!” Draco practically begged. Harry’s smile grew.

“What if the ‘g’ in ‘gif’ is silent?” Harry asked him, watching intently as Draco roughly slammed the door shut and gave Harry a push towards the front door.

“Walk,” Draco demanded. Harry took a tiny step.

“What gif I don’t want to?” Harry said smugly, happy with how his joke turned out. 

Draco huffed from behind him before grabbing at Harry’s tied hands behind his back and holding them tightly as he pushed Harry forward again.

“Wait! Did you know I was arrested the other day?” Harry quickly exclaimed, trying to think of something extravagant enough that Draco would stop, even for a second.

“What?” Draco repeated, astounded.

“Yea, for being too cool!” Harry responded, smirking as he felt Draco answer by giving his another hard push. Wincing from the pain, Harry approached the door.

“Bet the charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence,” Draco murmured under his breath, ignoring Harry’s loud and uncouth snort.

“Don’t be rude,” Draco warned Harry before giving his a jab in his side as the door opened. 

A large stocky unfamiliar man answered it, wearing all black. Harry raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

“Malfoy? Fuck off, don’t bring your boy toy here to headquarters,” The buff man said, raising an eyebrow at the tied-up Harry. 

Harry snorted as Draco blushed a very deep red.

“I am way out of his league, Nott, and also boss wanted him, he’s not mine! And I am not kinky like that, I swear!” Draco rushed out defensively. 

The man raised an eyebrow. “I was just pulling your leg, now hurry up and get in there, Boss is waiting, and if you aren’t quick, he will take your leg,” The man said, viciously smiling. 

Draco turned white. “Hurry!” he hissed, shoving Harry through the door. 

It was fancy, no doubt a very, very wealthy man lived here. It looked almost empty, though not in a furniture way, as it was furnished perfectly, but as a sad empty space. No people, no books, no lived-in objects, not a tuft of unvacumed carpet, not a photograph on the walls. It was scarce of memories. Not objects. The ceiling was high, giving off a chapel-like church vibe, yet the dark wood and green/gold offcuts made it symbolize pure luxury. 

Harry was led through one of many visible doors by Draco. A basic room, much smaller than the entrance hall, yet just as well furnished. A large sofa, occupied by a very tall man with quite broad shoulders. He too was wearing black trousers but with a green dress shirt so dark it looked black. The man was pale, with perfectly curled dark hair. His face was cold, his dark brown eyes with flecks of red so bright. His figure just screamed wealthy, inherited or self-made, doesn’t matter. He looks powerful, Harry though, a shiver running down his spine. 

His hands were huge, yet slim and veiny, they rested carefully on the arms of the beige couch, making him look like careless royalty. Yet his stone-cold face, free of any expression, emotion, or feeling made Harry feel unnerved.

Harry liked people showing emotions, since he worked at a hospital he saw it daily. The crumples of someone's face in sadness when they find out certain news or the carefree expression of pure joy when something spectacular happens. Harry liked emotions, whether they were his or not. Because it reminds him that he is human. That everyone is. But he just couldn’t see it with this man here. He looked like a Greek statue stolen and standing in the British museum. He looked like the artist, standing, watching his work, unimpressed and disappointed. He looked like the muse, internally upset with how it portrayed him, unforgiving to the poor artist. 

“rry- Harry!” Draco snapped, pulling Harry from his thoughts.

“Um, what?” Harry responded, scowling at the annoying blonde who always seemed to be interrupting all his thoughts-

“Doctor Harry Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you,” the man on the couch said, standing up. 

Harry almost forgot he was kidnapped. Doctor Harry Potter? He doesn't think anyone has ever said his name and title like that before, it was almost as if he caressed the words in his mouth- the way his accent-

“Harry! Listen!” Draco took the opportunity to jab Harry once more for not paying attention.

“Oh yes, sorry, forgot you kidnapped me,” Harry sneered. The man raised an eyebrow at the banter between the Malfoy and Potter.

“My name is Tom Riddle, but you will call me ‘My Lord’,” Riddle said, cracking his knuckles in an almost threatening way.

“Um, no. I won’t be doing that. Thanks for the offer, but I am going to have to politely, or well, not so politely decline, um- bye,” Harry turned to walk out the door when someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

“It wasn’t an offer,” Riddle smiled, showing his sharp bloodthirsty teeth. 

“Why am I even here-!?” Harry exclaimed, annoyed at Riddle and Malfoy.

“You are here because I need a new live-in doctor, and you were chosen. You have no choice in that matter I think it best if you retreat to your room and clear your head and rest before your briefing and the first day of work tomorrow-” Harry cut Riddle off.

“Um- hell no? I will not be stuck here in your empty ass house, playing doctor with you, for FREE might I add, and-” Riddle cut Harry off with a snarl.

“You WILL. You do not get to choose. I can pay you If you feel that necessary, I have more than enough funds-” Harry cut Riddle off again.

“I WON’T! YOU CAN’T KEEP ME HERE!” Harry screamed, stomping his foot as Draco just shook his head and Riddle looked unimpressed at his childish behaviour.

“You will not interrupt me again. You will treat me with respect, or else.” Riddle said firmly, finally letting go of Harry’s wrist. 

Harry immediately held his wrist to his chest, wincing at the pain, no doubt it would bruise. Riddle looked proudly at his wrist, likely happy, what an utter psycho masochist. 

“You can’t pay me enough to go near you, let alone nurse you!” Harry snapped, refusing to be a doctor for Riddle.

“Oh you will, I don’t bite. Unless of course, that’s what your into?” Riddle asked flirtatiously. 

“Okay, I get it now,” Harry said, smiling up at Riddle. Riddle looked confused but nonetheless happy as Harry's declaration.

“Very well, Draco will show you your room and then we can proceed from there-” Harry cut Riddle off once more.

“You're a psycho, mentally challenged, no doubt, but I am sure after years of therapy, you might-” Riddle growled loudly.

“You will not cut me off ever again, you will not like the consequences. And you will not insult your lord again!” Riddle scowls.

Harry raised his mouth to speak, his anger breaking dangerously. As he inhaled a quick breath, he started to feel a bit dizzy. Looking up for a second, he caught a look of surprise and worry etched onto Riddles's face as he swayed and fell to the floor with a crash.