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The Music, the Whiskey and the Smoke-Filled Bar	By : Randa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Music, the Whiskey and the Smoke-Filled Bar
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The brunette sat at the bar, sipping his whiskey. His eyes scanned the crowded room, piercing gaze searching. Finishing his drink, he nodded to the bartender, signaling for another. Pushing the tumbler across the worn wood, the barkeep eyed the mysterious man with open curiosity.
�Why do you even bother? Do you really believe she�ll come?� The brunette turned, his eyes leaving the smoke-filled room, gaze haunting as he stared at the barkeep. �She�ll be here.� It was the same question he�d been asked for the past eight years and the same answer he always gave. Giving the man a sympathetic smile, the barkeep moved down the bar to help another patron, leaving the brunette to his thoughts. Raspberry lips turned up into a smile as the dark haired man let his mind wander back to the first time he�d laid eyes on her.

My life is brilliant.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
******

He�d come to the bar that night to scope out his prey and, if he was lucky, he�d get a good shag in the process. Ordering a drink, he�d barely raised the glass to his lips when he�d caught sight of her. She was on the dance floor, dressed in a skimpy red dress, her hips moving seductively to the beat of the music. Though she stood alone on the floor, she wasn�t going unnoticed. Every male (and some of the females) in the room were watching her, wondering who would be brave enough to approach her.
Tossing back his drink, he slid off his stool, moving towards her. His eyes held a predatory gleam and he sent warning glares at anyone who tried to get in his way. Finally, he was right behind her, so close that he could feel her body heat against his own.
�What did you do with it?� Rabastan�s voice was low and seductive, dripping with sex. His hands came to rest on her hips, sliding up her body as he pulled her closer to him. �What did I do with what?� Rabastan resisted the urge to smirk, keeping his face a mask. She was a smart one, quick on her toes. Leaning down to breath into her ear, Rabastan responded. �My breath.� He chuckled slightly as she leaned her head back, breathing against his neck. �I didn�t know Gods breathed.�
And that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Looking back, Rabastan often wondered how he couldn�t� have seen it coming. All this time he thought that his falling in love with her was just something random, out of the blue. But he�d known, from that first night that she wouldn�t be like all the rest of the girls that he was normally with.
Not too long after that fateful night, he found himself spending more and more time with Natalie, most times sleeping at her flat. He�d completely fallen head over heels in love with her, something that was foreign to the ways of Rabastan Lestrange.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
******

The man sighed, staring down into his drink. They�d definitely had some amazing moments, full of laughter. Not to mention, the sex was great. Though he could remember every time they�d slept together, one time in particular stood out: the moment he told her he loved her. Eyes still on his drink, he sighed again as his mind wandered back.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
******

It was shortly after he�d started living in her flat, choosing to be close to her and abandon his Manor. She�d been working long hours all week so he decided to surprise her with a romantic evening. Working feverishly to get things set up before she came home, Rabastan made a carpet of roses, leading from the front door to her bedroom. He lit candles all over the flat, casting it in a soft glow.
In the bedroom, he had a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and a bucket of ice with champagne stood nearby. He�d set out some bottles of self-heating oil for a full body massage and as the time for her arrival home drew closer, he ran some bath water for her.
When she walked through the door, he greeted her with a kiss and spent the rest of the evening pampering her, treating her like the princess he thought she was. Later, after they�d made love several times, he�d finally proclaimed his love to her. His heart almost swelled to bursting when she said she felt the same way. They fell asleep, tangled up in each other.

******

Turning, the mysterious man moved to motion to the barkeep for another drink, surprised to find him already waiting with one. Shrugging, the barkeep moved back down the bar, leaving the mysterious man to wonder how he could be so keen in such a crowded bar. Smiling sadly, his eyes traveled the span of the room, for the millionth time that night. Looking back down at his drink, he was surprised when a tear ran down his cheek, landing in his whiskey. If only he�d known then that things would end up this way.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
******

He�d come home one day, his nerves all a jumble. This was it. The day that their lives would change forever. Fingering the box in his pocket, he moved further into their flat, hearing voices from the bedroom. Before he could even peek in, the door opened, a young man, clad only in a sheet, stepped out. She stepped out after him, her laugh dying on his lips as she caught sight of him.
�Bas!� She struggled to cover herself from his eyes, though he had seen her naked more times than he could count. Pissed and hurt, more than he ever though possible, Bas pulled the box out of his pocket. �I hope you have a nice life.� He�d turned on his heel, walking out of the flat, despite her protests.
She�d spent weeks trying to talk to him, sending him owl after owl, trying to reach him somehow or another. Finally, he�d sent her a letter, telling her that if she truly loved him, then she would wait, giving him as long as he needed. If, in a year, she still felt the same way about him, she�d meet him at the same place they had met.
So, every year, he�d gone back to the place that they had met, hoping that this would be the year that she came back to him. And every year, yielded the same results. He would sit at the bar, scanning the crowd, a drink in hand. And every year, he would end up getting pissed, no sign of her.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
******

Which is how he found himself once again at the bar, a drink in hand. This was the last year that he was going to come back. After tonight, he wasn�t going to return again. As painful as it was, he had to admit that she was never going to show up. She no longer loved him and had moved on. It was time he did too.
Finishing his drink, he set the glass on the bar, standing up to leave. The barkeep nodded to him, sending his silent goodbye. He felt someone move up behind him and he ignored them, thinking that they were trying to get to the bar.
�Give it back.� Rabastan froze. He knew that voice. It was silky ,warm like honey and it washed over him. He was afraid to turn around, afraid that it wasn�t really her. Swallowing, Rabastan spoke. �Give what back?�
Slender arms moved around his waist and he felt the familiar shocks running up his spine. �My breath.� Rabastan turned into the circle of arms holding him. �I didn�t know Goddesses breathed.� Smiling down at her, his hand cupped her cheek. �I didn�t think you were coming.� She smiled sadly up at him. �I almost didn�t. And I�m sorry that I waited so long at it is.�
Kissing her softly, Rabastan pulled back to look at her. �You�re here now, that�s all that matters.� As Natalie smiled at him, Rabastan�s heart settled back into it�s rightful place. Taking her hand, he pulled her out onto the dance floor, the first strains of their song playing through the bar. Rabastan gathered her in his arms, finally at peace.
Together, they would face the future and the things that were bound to come their way. But for tonight, they had the music, the whiskey and a smoke-filled bar.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
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