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The One Who Saves Him	By : annonene Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry looked around the dance club in shock; it was so… regular, defiantly not what he expected from a wizarding dance club, especially one named Gemini. It looked like a regular muggle dance club, except for the music seemed to be coming from inside the walls. There were tables crammed in a balcony and a large bar dominated one side of the room surrounded by stools on which half drunken wizards and witches were perched precariously. The rest of the room was taken over by a very large dance floor, which was currently jammed with more half clothed people than Harry had ever seen in his life all gyrating to the beat pounding through the walls. The rest of the club comprised of dark corners which held people doing god knows what.

                 They were led to the bar by an enthusiastic owner who had personally welcomed the great Harry Potter and his friends to his establishment and offered them free drinks for the night, despite the fact that three of them were too young to be drinking or to be in the club. A space at the bar was cleared for them and a round of some drinks in shot glasses were placed in front of them along with a salt shaker and slices of lime. Harry took it up and sniffed it, then wrinkled his nose.

“What is this?”

“Tequila,” answered Fred, “Not very tasty, but very very fun. ” He winked at Harry then grasped the lime wedge, salted a small patch of his skin and licked it. He then proceeded to down the shot in one gulp and bite the lemon wedge. Harry stared at him for a second then shrugged and follow suit; only to choke so hard his eyes watered. One of the twins patted his back.

“Don’t worry it'll go down easier next time” He said as the bartender slid another round of drinks towards them. They grabbed their drinks and raised them at Harry.

“Happy Birthday Harry. ” Fred said grinning brightly as he pushed Harry’s into his hand.

“Now let loose and go have fun!”

                   Those words seemed to prove prophetic for as the hours flowed so did the drinks and Harry felt himself unwinding a little bit more after each drink. He was laughing and joking with twins and at one point much to Ron’s dismay ended up on the dance floor sandwiched between both of them grinding to some unknown song.

                 Harry chuckled as he slid out of his new dance partner’s arms and headed towards the bared. He could see Ron and Hermione on the dance floor pressed closely together as they moved to the grinding beat of the song. Ron’s hands gripped her hips, while she had one arm around his neck the other gripping his shoulder, their eyes barely leaving each other. He wobbled as he tried to climb on the stool and sighed in relief as a large hand steadied him. He looked up and grinned at the person in thanks. It was one of the twins, at this point he didn’t know which was which, not that he ever really did. He giggled at his own thought causing George, for that was who it was, to frown.

“You alright there Harry?” He nodded vigorously, then added nice slurred,

“Yep!” popping the p for good measure.

“Oh no you’re not,” he replied,

“You’re knackered. ” The redhead said dragging Harry’s attention back to him for it had strayed to the bartender and the very shiny hoop in his ear. Harry Frowned at the Weasley.

“There’s four of youse.” He slurred wrinkling his nose in very adorable way causing the redhead to erupt in laughter.

“Okay we’re cutting you off” one of the four redheads dancing in Harry’s vision said reaching for his drink. Harry grabbed the colorful drink out of his reach and downing it in a couple gulps before flashing him a grin and hopping of his stool, luckily landing on his feet instead of his face. He unsteadily made his back to the dance floor. Shivering as he felt those eyes on him, even in his drunken state he felt something wasn’t right. Someone had been watching him all night, watching intently enough that he felt it in the packed club. Reaching his destination Harry started his body swaying to the music as his eyes swept the club. There! In the dark corner, he spotted a man leaning against the wall, one foot propped against it his hands in his pocket a hood covering his face. The darkness of the club and his alcohol hazed brain prevented Harry from making out much more, but Harry knew that this was who had been watching him.

            He was slouched slightly but on him the pose seemed regal, aristocratic almost. Harry continued dancing and watched as the stranger pushed off the wall and stalked towards him. The thick crowd seemed to part for him clearing a path. The long legs encased in fitted black denim and boots ate up the distance. As he came closer Harry could make out a dark colored shirt with a hood underneath leather like jacket. Even up close the darkness of the club prevented Harry from seeing the man’s face, but the presence seemed so familiar and when he slipped behind Harry a large hand coming to rest on his hips as he was pulled into a hard body, Harry’s brain came to a wheezing halt and anything even remotely resembling a thought fled his barely functioning brain as they danced.

          A minute passed and they moved from a slow sway to a full on sensual grind that had Harry draped across the man’s broad chest, his hand going up behind him and under the hood to clutch at the man’s neck. The Adonis, as Harry had dubbed him, was gripping Harry’s hip his thumb beneath the waistband of his pants, the other had found its way underneath his t-shirt to lightly stroke the piercing in Harry’s navel curtsey of the twins. Harry closed his eyes and chuckled as the words of the song washed over him.

I’m not myself tonight.

Oh he was defiantly not himself. He hummed and grounded back a little harder, hearing a slight intake of breath. He was so immersed in dancing; he hadn’t realized that somehow they had made it to a corner until his back was pressed against the wall, two large hands on either side of his head as he was caged in by that man’s larger body. He could see the man’s pale pink lips.

“This is so wrong. ” Harry was distracted by the sound of that deep lilting voice. Something about the deep aristocratic tones nudged at the sober percentage of Harry’s brain, which was as of this moment less than one percent. He giggled and the Adonis frowned or that’s what Harry thought he was doing.

“Potter?” It took Harry about ten seconds to respond to his name and another ten to wonder how the man knew his name.

“Yes Adonis?” The man seemed startled.

“You don’t recognize me. ” It was a statement not a question. “Of course you don’t you’re completely pissed. ”

Harry deciding that the man was too far up had hooked a leg around his and proceeded to climb him like a monkey.

“P...Potter?! What the hell…!?”

“Too Far” He muttered as he wound his arms around his neck.

“Like I said totally pissed” As he spoke his breath wafted across Harry’s face and he caught the scent of apples, apples and something else. Yum. Without thinking Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against his.

Yayyyy! Two Chaps one night. mention any grammatical errors. got no beta
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