Like The Unlikely | By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling characters and anything related to Harry Potter do not belong to me; I make no money from this story. |
Author's Note: Again, like I said, not my idea except for the plot of this story and changes in personalities of the characters. And Tony Dubhin is my idea. So, again, don't sue!
Chapter 2:Is It Possible..?
Within the recesses of the crowded night club, the tall, handsome blond in a black turtleneck with no sleeves and black jeans made his way across the bar, tying on a white apron, and surveyed his jostled customers that shouted their orders in a din slightly above the loud techno to a straight-backed Irishman to his right. The man with curly black hair, brown eyes, stocky complexion, dark beard and dragon tattoos wasn't fazed a bit by the crowd, but mixed drinks expertly, whilst flipping the vessels in the air to mix them as well as to show off, and handed them to the right customers without receiving a single complaint.
It was Draco Malfoy's third night in the business and he was nervous! It was a Saturday night and was his first time witnessing the night club getting to a tight fit. Drinks were in high demand and the ravers and party-goers were restless. Malfoy knew the right measurement for each drink available at the bar and knew he could and did mix them well, but it was the amount of people shouting their orders that had him feel claustrophobic. He had just started work this night about five minutes in and he was already getting hot and tongue-tied.
He paid no heed to look anyone in the eyes, but just listened to the orders as coherently as possible and fixed them fast, not bothering with tricks and entertainment. Tony Dubhin was the one who could claim the spotlight tonight. Malfoy didn't care. All he wanted to do was to get the massive tide of muggles served so he could breathe again.
Club Spazztic wasn't really the place he wanted to work at, but he had no other alternative. Being that his father died-although he wouldn't have cared because he truly had no respect for the man since Lucius sold himself as a pet to the Dark Lord a year ago-everyone in the wizarding world believed that Draco had something to do with the war. Truth be told, he didn't. But who would believe him afterall? His parents were die hard fans of Voldemort and his followers. Wouldn't their pampered son be most-likely following in their foot steps?
Malfoy had always detested his parents and his lineage. And he did everything in his power to try to branch off "family tradition" for years. But one thing always remained when he went to Hogwarts. He was placed in Slytherin. Malfoy didn't mention that in that split second his first year, when it seemed that the hat didn't even have to touch him to know where to place him among the houses, the hat had whispered that it could always place him in Ravenclaw. Malfoy, all those years ago, had refused in that split second. He had wanted to not disappoint his parents and go with his own desires. Instead, he unwillingly gave in when it chose Slytherin for him. Of every deed he did to win favor with Snape and Umbridge and everything evil he did to his classmates and peers, he felt regret.
Strange for a Malfoy to feel regret, but he did. Maybe just a little. But he felt it there nonetheless. But the thing he felt more passionately regretful for though, was his treatment towards Harry Potter all those years.
He didn't know why, but he was somewhat certain that it might be because he felt connected to The-Boy-Who-Lived. Not only that, he admired his bravery and guile.
Then, an unlikely thought appeared to his mind. Was it possible that he might have admired Potter too much? Was it possible that he cared for him; even perhaps felt compassion for that dark-haired savior? His breath caught when Malfoy passed a bloody mary to a colorfully-dressed girl at the bar.
His eyes widened as he gripped the counter for support at the thought that was brewing in his mind began to take his imagination and beliefs into a spin of clarity. It felt like he was actually living life for the first time. His throat constricted...
Was it possible that Draco Alezander Malfoy began to like, maybe even fell in love, with Harry James Potter?
Author's Note: Yes, you read correctly. Draco's middle name is not Alexander, but Alezander. I always thought that name was fascinating so I decided to use it. Sorry that this chapter is short. Well, feel free to R&R! As always, thank you for reading. More is still to come.
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