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Harry's first thought was; "Damn. Hermione's going to be pissed I missed another lunch." His second thought was "I really don't want another lecture from Kingsley about ditching my detail." And, of course if Kingsley gave a lecture, which he would, then another would be coming from Remus, followed by that particular look of disappointment from his godfather. On the bright side, this might finally convince Kingsley to remove Robards from his detail. It was, after all, the second time Harry had ditched the man. Well, technically third, but he hadn't been caught last time. Maybe he could get Weasley back. Sure the guy was the same age as Harry, but he was a great tactician and Harry was pretty sure Hermione had actually started to warm up to the guy. And who wouldn't? The man was Built, with a capital B. He had been a college football star. He also came from a large family and Harry had enjoyed hearing Ron's stories about his brothers and younger sister. Yes, he'd talk to Kingsley about getting Ron back. As soon as he got out of this mess.
Harry could feel the coldness of the gun barrel seeping through his t-shirt, the pressure digging into his kidney. "Hmm. If you wanted a date you only had to ask," he told the man behind him.
"Shut up," the man growled and Harry had to hold back a snort at the man's attempt to sound gruff. "See that van? Slowly make your way over to it and don't even think about running." At the "don't" the gun was shoved into his kidney and Harry jerked but started walking.
"A van? Well, that's original. What? No candy to lure me in?"
"Shut up," another jab. He made his way towards the van parked almost completely in the dark alley and was guided further into the alley to the back of the van. He relaxed his body in preparation for his escape, ready to incapacitate his captor. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him to a halt. "Don't move." Harry froze and the man reached for the van door.
"Oh, such the gentleman you are, kind sir. Opening the door for little ol' me."
"Shut. Up." The door flew open and Harry got the impression of a tall thin man on his knees encased in darkness (interesting) before he was thrown in. Two men. Well, he'd fought off worse.
"Shite, Luke," the other man spoke and Harry was instantly aroused by the timbre of the man's voice. "You fucking incompetent. You were supposed to blindfold him." The other man had moved over Harry as he spoke, pining him to the floor of the van.
"Oh. Okay. Well, I'm not really into BDSM," Harry said as the new man began tying his hands behind his back. He really should escape now.
The man on top of him bent down and Harry felt the man's long hair brush across his face, the sweet smell of mint surrounded him. "Just do as you're told and you'll be home soon enough," the silky voice washed over him. Fuck. Maybe he'd stick around for a bit.
"Keep talking like that and I'll do anything you want, mister."
Harry heard the van door close as a piece of fabric was placed over his eyes, the long fingers of the man brushing against his face. Harry squirmed against the van floor.
"Get still," the man snapped.
"Sorry," Harry said, "Just realized I apparently am into BDSM. Just promise not to hurt me too much. It's my first time." Another door opened and Harry felt the van shift as someone climbed in and the door closed again. "I'm Harry, by the way. But you probably already know that. Or do you randomly pick your partners from the street?"
"Shut. Up." "Luke" growled as the van started.
"I wasn't talking to you, Pretty Boy," Harry said. He turned his head towards the man still over him. "What should I call you?"
"Nothing," the other man sneered as the van started moving.
"You sound a bit like my old English professor. Can I call you Professor?"
"No," the silky voice snapped as he moved off Harry.
Harry ignored him. "We'll need a safe word. I like 'honeysuckle' myself but if you have a different preference I'm all ears."
"Do you ever shut up?" "Professor" asked.
"Not really. Robards is always complaining I give him a headache but the man's a pain in the arse so it just makes it more fun."
"Shut him up. I told you we should have brought a gag," Pretty Boy called from the front of the van.
Harry felt the man shift beside him and his soft hair caressed Harry's face once more. "You should be quiet, kid. Luke has a temper."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Can I at least sit up?"
"Come on," the man grabbed his arm and helped Harry move into a sitting position. He caught another whiff of mint. Harry sat quietly as the van drove through town. He closed his eyes, counting the minutes and turns in his head.
An hour later the van finally came to a stop and the man beside him moved to open the door. Harry felt the warm sunlight hit his face.
"Come on," Professor told him as he wrapped his hand around Harry's arm and pulled. Harry moved to the end of the van and allowed himself to tumble onto the gravel drive. The man pulled him up and Harry stumbled against his tall form.
"Mmm. Sorry, Professor. My legs are a little jiggly."
The man huffed and yanked on his arm. "Come on."
Harry stumbled up the stairs and was pushed into a building. He nearly gagged on the cigarette smoke. The man beside him coughed and Harry felt small puffs of air as the man waved his hand around.
"Dammit, Voldemort. Can't hardly breathe in here."
Harry snorted. "Theft of death? Really? What an abominable appellation. Or were you going for the Latin Death Wish? Which I could totally get behind."
"I see Luke was able to get the brat," a raspy voice said from Harry's left.
He turned his "Media-winning" smile towards the voice. "Are we having a full on orgy or is it just you three? And, just so we're clear, Tall Dark and Sultry over here and I decided on 'honeysuckle' as the safe word."
"What the fuck is he going on about?" Raspy Voice said.
"The boy hasn't shut up since I grabbed him," Luke volunteered.
Professor yanked on his arm. "You need to shut up, Potter. These guys are serious," he hissed in his ear. Out loud he spoke to the others. "I'll put him in the room." He pushed on Harry and Harry started walking. He passed Pretty Boy Luke and bumped his hip on a table before he was pulled to a stop and a door was pulled open. Professor led him across the room and his knees bumped against a bed. "Sit." Harry obeyed. "Don't move."
"Shall I roll over as well, Professor?"
The only answer was the sound of a closing door and a key turning. Harry smiled to himself and waited. The door opened a minute later and Harry listened as footsteps crossed the room. Long fingers grabbed his arm. "Stand up."
"Play time already, Professor? I was just getting comfortable."
"You really are quite annoying. Where's your cell?"
"My what?"
The man shook him. "Your cell phone, you idiot boy. Where is it?"
"Don't have it. I never carry a cell when I ditch my detail."
"Bloody-" the man started patting his pockets. "Incompetent fool. He'll get us all thrown in prison," the man mumbled.
"If you wanted to feel my arse, Professor, all you had to do was ask."
The man huffed. "He doesn't have one," he called out.
"Strip him," Raspy voice said from the doorway. "Check for a tracker."
Harry leaned forward to whisper to Professor. "Does he have to watch? I'm a little shy around strangers."
Professor sighed. "Take your shoes off, Potter."
Harry toed his shoes off and he felt the man bend down to pick them up. He stepped away, "They'll need to be disposed of in case there's a tracker in them."
The sound of retreating footsteps and Harry felt his shirt being tugged from his pants. "Finally alone, Professor. I thought he'd never leave."
The man snorted as he yanked Harry's shirt up and felt his chest and torso.
Harry's breath caught at the cold hands on his skin. "Mmm. Professor, your hands are like ice. You should let me warm them."
He grabbed Harry's wrist and Harry felt the tug at his old, worn silver and black Mickey Mouse watch as a long finger slid under the face. "That's a bit crude for the Potter heir."
Harry allowed the sadness to resonate in his voice. "It was a gift from an old friend." He swallowed and said hoarsely, "If you have to take it, please be careful with it. I-I can't loose it."
The man dropped his arm after a few seconds and moved around him and felt his back before dropping his shirt back down. Harry felt a tug on his pants.
"Careful, Professor," he warned, the teasing tone back in his voice.
The man yanked his jeans down. "Step out of them."
Harry obeyed, feeling the rush of cool air on his legs. "Not much for words are you, Professor? That's okay. I can talk enough for the both of us."
"Obviously."
Harry smiled. "What about my boxers, Professor? I wouldn't want you to be remiss in checking me out completely." The man did not respond or move to touch him. "I promise to behave, Professor," he said in a sultry tone.
The man snorted. "That I highly doubt, Potter."
Harry felt the man move and a second later long fingers were skimming up his thigh, pushing his shorts up. First one leg then the other. Apparently satisfied, the shorts fell back into place and the man moved away.
"I'll need help putting my jeans back on, Professor," Harry teased.
"Sit down," the man commanded and Harry sat. A second later the door closed and locked.
Several hours later, Harry woke to the sound of the door opening. He pulled himself up and felt familiar long fingers on his arm. "Come on," that silky voice commanded.
He stood and let Professor lead him from the room. He was stopped after only a few feet and he felt Professor move behind him and grab his wrists. The cord was removed from his wrist but the man held firm to his hands. He guided Harry's arms to his front and held them tight with one hand. "Behave," the man growled against his ear.
"Didn't I already promise I would, Professor?"
Harry felt the cold steel slide around his wrists as handcuffs replaced the cord. The man huffed and pressed something soft into Harry's hands. Harry grabbed at the fabric.
"Sleep pants," the man explained. "Put them on."
The man stood directly behind Harry as he struggled into the soft flannel. "First I get my own room and now I'm wearing your clothes. Are you sure we aren't moving too fast, Professor?"
"Be quiet, you idiot," he hissed. He grabbed Harry's shoulders as he pulled up the pants and maneuvered him into a chair. "Sit. Do not attempt to remove your blindfold. There is a hamburger in front of you and a glass of water beside it."
"No crisps?" Harry pouted.
"Eat," was the grumbled reply.
Harry shrugged and carefully reached for the burger. He found his dinner and took a careful bite. Not his favorite food chain but it would do. He took several bites before searching out his drink. He almost knocked it over but Professor's quick reflexes saved it.
"Thanks." He took a long drink and placed it carefully back on the table. "I take it Voldy and Pretty Boy went to deliver the ransom note to dear old dad?"
The man was silent for several minutes before he finally answered. "Yes."
Harry took another bite. "I hope you guys are patient."
The man did not answer and Harry went back to his burger. He was nearly done when the door opened and two sets of footsteps entered the house.
"We all set, boys?" He called out as he sipped his water.
"Why is he still out here?" Pretty Boy Luke demanded.
"He's eating," Professor replied tonelessly.
Harry waved his burger in their general direction. "Next time I'd like fish and chips. Red meat gives me indigestion. Get your little ransom note sent off to Kingsley? He'll demand proof of life before he even attempts to contact my dad, of course," Harry told them as he bit into his burger.
"What do you mean 'attempt' to contact your father?" Raspy Voice growled.
"Oh, Daddy Dearest is in Cambodia. Or was it the Caribbean? Well, he never really leaves an itinerary so it's a bit of a hit and miss. Really, you should have taken me to the mansion and had me get you in so you could rob the place. I even have the combinations to all three safes. Half a million in cash and gems just in the two downstairs." He delivered the speech in a carelessly casual tone.
"What?" Pretty Boy squeaked.
Harry licked the juice from his fingers and reached for his water. He finished it off and smiled in Professor's direction. "Might I have some more water please, Professor?"
The cup was pulled from his hands and he felt the man stand and move away. He returned less than a minute later and Harry heard the thunk of the cup hitting the table. The man sat down and Harry leaned towards him. "I'll probably have to pee after drinking all this water. Want to help me?"
The man snorted.
"Once he eats get him back in the room, Prince," Raspy voice said. "Luke will take the night shift."
Harry turned his head towards Professor. "Prince? You should have told me I was in the midst of royalty. You know, I met Princess Eugenie once. Bit of a stuck up-"
"Shut. Up."
Harry turned to the voice. "Oh, hello, Pretty Boy. You still here?"
"He's done eating," Pretty Boy Luke growled. "Get him back to the room."
Professor Prince stood and pulled Harry up and Harry let him lead him to the room. They stepped inside and the man pulled him to a halt. "I won't remove your cuffs, but they can stay in front. If you take off your blindfold you won't be allowed to leave this room with it off. Don't try anything stupid."
Harry stood still as the man backed out of the room. He waited for the door to close and the snick of the lock before raising his hands up to snatch the blindfold off. It was almost pure darkness besides the line of light that filtered under the door. He crossed over and ran his hands along the wall. With a silent hah of triumph he flipped the switch. It was a low wattage bulb, but gave out enough light to make out the bed and small nightstand across from him and another door to his right. There was no window and the floor and walls were concrete. He crossed over to the other door and pushed it open. He found another light switch and flipped it to find a stand up shower, pedestal sink, and a single toilet. No cupboards to go through, no mirror to break, even the shower was open with not even a curtain to separate it from the rest of the sparse bathroom. Someone was very thorough. Harry shrugged and flipped the light off. He walked back into the main room before going to sit beside the door. He lay down and closed his eyes, waiting. He smiled as the voices filtered in from the kitchen.
"Go home, Prince. I got this," Pretty Boy said.
"You had better not mess this up, Luke. Don't fall asleep. Ri- Voldemort will be here in the morning and I'll be back as soon as I get off work," the man sneered.
"Yeah. Yeah. I told you, I got this. How hard can it be? A few nights watching the brat and we'll be rich."
Professor Prince snorted and Harry had to agree, although their dissent most likely stemmed from different parts of that statement.
There was movement on the other side of the door but nothing else was said. Harry lay on the floor for several hours, listening and playing with the band of his watch, a habit from years past. Eventually he rose and slid into bed. He hoped Hermione wasn't too mad at him.