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Title: The Amourette

Author: silverXserpent

Rating: R

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Are those your eyes?
Is that your smile?
I’ve been looking at you forever
Yet I never saw you before...

[Chapter Five] To Understand Once Again

They were sitting on the sofa, watching TV. Harry, leaning as close as he could toward the armrest, without making it look too awkward. Draco was seated on the other end, with his hands in his lap and his eyes on the screen, but unfocused, as if he was preoccupied with thoughts. Harry wasn’t really paying attention to the TV either. He had to strain all his concentration to keep his own eyes from flicng tng toward his left at the silent blonde.

Numerous times, he’d considered getting up and going to the bathroom to take the breath he’d been nervously holding ever since Draco had taken his seat on the sofa. He felt uncomfortably suffocated and hot, even though the air in the room was quite cool, but for some reason, his legs wouldn’t obey his commands and they remained stiff and folded beneath his body.

TV had been the only thing he’d been able to think of that could make the silence between them less rigid, but he knew that it could not be a permanent substitution for conversation forever. He’d have to eventually figure out other things to do soon.

He assumed that Draco wasn’t interested in watching TV because there was no such thing in the Wizarding world, but Draco was not complaining and so he hoped that it would work a while longer.

At that moment, Draco stood up and looked at him tentatively.

Harry’s body stiffened even more and he glued his eyes to the newscaster currently reporting.

“Um- can I use the loo for a sec?” Draco asked calmly.

Harry jerked his head vertically and waited for Draco to disappear from the room.

When he was alone, he finally let out a deep burst of air from his tight lungs and closed his eyes.

Why am I acting like this? He thought miserably. You’re acting like an idiot. Obviously he’s not affected in anyway... why should you be? Are you really so weak?

“No.” he said to himself defiantly. “I’m not weak. Fuck this.”

He switched off the TV moodily and stood up, deciding that he’d had enough of the pathetic brooding. He had a job, and he wasn’t going to give up.

We’ll go out. We’ll get out of this damned flat and we’ll talk.

He quickly went to his room and changed into a pair of loose sweats and a navy pullover. He jammed a baseball cap onto his flyaway hair and returned to the living room without consulting the mirror.

Draco was leaning against the back of the sofa and when Harry came in, his brow furrowed slightly.

Harry forced himself to look at Draco and he said a little more edgily then he intended,

“We’re going out.”

Draco unfolded his arms and stood up straighter.

“Okay, where?”

“The Park.”

Draco just nodded once and took a step toward the bedroom door but halted.

Harry, confused, gave Draco a curious look before Draco waved his hand to where Harry stood.

Harry glanced behind him and felt an embarrassed flush heating his cheeks for the second time that day, upon noticing that he had been blocking the entrance to the bedroom.

“Oh sorry.” he mumbled, stepping aside. Draco went past Harry and through the now cleared doorway, leaving Harry feeling even more stupid then before.

He’d never been the smooth guy that managed to make even the smallest things cool and composed, but he’d never thought himself to be clumsy, and he hated how each time he attempted to do anything in front of Draco, that side of him seemed to conquer his body. Nothing he’d done so far was satisfactory and it was frustrating him immensely. He didn’t want to come off as the vulnerable and naive boy that had been his past. That would be like feeding a starving dog a gourmet feast. He’d be open prey for the enemy.

He waited impatiently for Draco, checking his watch now and then, surprised at how little time had actually past.

It was five minutes later that Draco finally emerged from the bedroom wearing black sports pants and a matching zip-up jumper. He also had a cap on and in his hands were a pair of sporty sunglasses.

“I’m ready.” Draco said with a small smile.

Harry, mouth twitching, nodded curtly and grabbed his mobile and house keys and stuffed them into his pocket, while slipping his trainers on. Draco followed suit and they were soon exiting the flat and clambering down three flights of steps and into the bright afternoon sunlight.

Draco was putting on his sunglasses and his head was turned expectantly in Harry’s direction.

“It’s close. Do you wanna jog there?” Harry asked pointing his hand in the general direction of the park.

“Sure.” Draco said, shrugging.

Harry set off at a steady pace up the street, hearing Draco’s almost soundless footsteps running a step behind him.

There wasn’t a word exchanged between them the whole way there and for the first time since Draco’s arrival, Harry felt calmness spread through his body. The rhythmic pounding of his own feet against the cement and his calculated breathing took the nervousness and tension he’d been feeling, away. The rest of the jog, he was able to keep his mind on just the street ahead of him. A faint sweat from the inclining slope moisted his brow.

When they got to the park, they ran a lap around the track in the middle of the large field before slumping down onto the grass by the pond where there were people rowing boats and older men fishing.

Harry lay flat on his back, inhaling and exhaling a bit heavily from the twenty-minute jog. The cool breeze on his face felt extremely refreshing and shading his eyes, he cracked open a eye and snuck a ge ate at Draco.

Draco was sitting with his feet stretched out in front of him, and his arms propped up behind him. His cheeks were faintly flushed and his lips parted, a serene expression in his silver eyes as he gazed out over the water.
He seemed to have felt Harry looking at him and he turned his head. Harry couldn’t see through the other man’s sunglasses but he could sense their eyes meet and for a moment, neither broke the connection.

Harry finally cleared his throat and looked away, licking his parched lips. He forgot all together, why they had come to the park in the first place.

Oh right. We’re going to talk. Harry thought to himself warily. But about what?

“So...” he said, trying to think of something slightly intelligent to start a conversation. “You get out into the muggle world much?”

“I don’t know... not much I guess.” Draco replied thoughtfully. “I haven’t been out much in general really.”

“Same.” Harry said. “Only on the weekends when I go out with my friends or to go running occasionally.”

Draco picked absentmindedly at the daisies in the grass.

“Well, it’s kinda been difficult for the both of us.”

“Hmm.” was Harry’s reply. That was the kind of comment that he had to be careful of. It could reveal too much about his personal life.

“So how have you been? You know... since the War?”

Harry involuntarily flinched and grasped the grass beside him.

“I-I’ve been okay.” he said slowly. “I’ve managed to forget about most of... of it.”

Draco, his eyes still fixed on the pond, nodded. “That’s good to hear.”

“What about you?”

Draco shrugged. “Not too bad. I’ve tried forgetting about it too... Still keeping touch with Hermione and Wea- Ron... ald?”

“Uh, sort of.” said Harry. “They call me sometimes but since they got
married, we haven’t seen each other as much.”

Draco raised an eyebrow with a seemingly surprised look.

“They got married?”

“Yeah. They have their bickers but they’re really happy together.”

What am I doing? I’m telling him about my best friends! I could be putting them in danger. Harry sat up and crossed his legs. I need to change the direction of this conversation to something less dangerous.

“So what do you like to do now? Like in your freetime?”

A pondering frown curved on Draco’s lips and he pulled another flower out of the dirt.

“Merlin knows I’ve had plenty of free time but I mostly just spend it reading and sketching. I used to suck at art but I found that it’s quite interesting and time consuming.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “That’s cool. What do you draw?”

“Animals, people, a bunch of stuff.” the blonde said offhandedly. “Do you have any pastimes?”

Harry shook his head and smiled shamefully. “I don’t even dance at the clubs my friends and I go to. I have no particular talent in anything.”

“Of course you do. You were an unbeatable sr anr and flier.” Draco offered. “And you were one of the sneakiest, rule-breaking students when you were younger.”

Harry laughed. “Yes, but that was all before. now I’m just a boring bloke that sits around on his lazy arse all day watching telly. Quite pathetic, I know.”

“Better than me.” Draco grinned. “I just sit around. I don’t even watch telly.”

“Well duh, I’d be surprised if you even had a TV in your house.”

Draco smirked. “And a good thing at that.”

“True, telly just eats your brain out. It’s unhealthy.”

They shared a glance for a second before both broke into snickers.

“Talk about pathetic, this is a pathetic topic of conversation.” Harry said, sighing after his laughter died out. “You wanna take a walk around the park?”

“Yeah, let’s do that. I think the murky pond water is driving me a little insane.” Draco hopped up gracefully off the ground and brushed his spotless pants off. “Oh um... here.”

Harry glanced down at Draco’s extended hand confusedly. He was holding an intricately woven ring of daises that Harry had not noticed at all during their talk. He’d obviously been too busy keeping his gaze away from him to see what Draco had been actually doing with his hands the whole time.

“Oh... uh- thanks.” Harry stammered, taking the daisies. “Wow, I didn’t know you were good at this stuff.”

Draco snorted. “It’s hardly anything you’d call ‘good’, but your welcome. Put it on your head.”

Harry wrinkled his nose in distaste. “No way! That would look so-” he stopped himself before he said gay. “-dumb.”

“Fine, wear it around your neck then. Whatever.”

Harry mumbled grumpily and reluctantly slipped it over his head.

“Beautiful.” Draco said, imitating a picky fashion stylist. “Simply marvelous.”

Harry rolled his eyes and threw Draco an exasperated look before making his way toward the gravel path.
They walked in comfortable silence for a while, appreciating the beauty of the scenery surrounding them and the fluttery chirping of the small birds over their heads.
“You live in a nice neighborhood.” Drsaidsaid decisively after they’d nearly walked half the perimeter of the park. “It’s pretty and quiet.”
“Yeah, it’s nice. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.” Harry kicked a small rock and watched it tumble down the sloping path. “Did you not like your area?”

“No, it was okay, but not as nice as here. It was kind of separated from everything around it though. There weren’t any houses nearby, just heaps of trees. A bit depressing really.”

Harry smiled sympathetically. “That must’ve sucked.”

“I got used to it. I stayed indoors ninety percent of the time anyways. Do any of your friends live near you?”

“Within driving distance, yeah. We all met at the same club which isn’t too far off from my neighborhood.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah...” Harry had the urge to ask e hae had any friends himself but decided against it. Instead, he looked at his watch and was quite surprised at the time. “Wow, we’ve been here for three hours already. We should head back.”

The sun was already beginning to set and the sky was tinted a soft shade of orange which blended so breathtakingly with the clear blue, signifying the end of a beautiful day. Harry and Draco walked side by side down the sloping pavement back to Harry’s flat; neither uttering a word but drinking in the appreciative silence and the glowing hue of the sunset on the horizon ahead. A small and cold breeze was picking up at their heels, and the air was turning icier, as if reminding them that it was still February, even though the sight of the sun made it seem like spring.

When they reached the apartment, they kicked off their slightly worn trainers and waited eagerly for the warmth of the heater to seep into their layers of clothing. Harry got a glass of water for both of them and they stood next to the heater, moistening their parched throats and feeling somewhat content despite the coldness.

Harry set his glass down on the dining room table and shrugged off his thick pullover and cap and tossed them onto the sofa like he did with all his discarded outerwear. He retrieved a slip of paper with numerous phone numbers on it and for the first time since the park, chanced a look at Draco.

Draco had finished his water and was sitting on the carpet, crosslegged. He had taken off his cap and sunglasses, but was still wearing the black jumper even though the room had warmed up considerably.

The clock’s blinking digits told Harry that they had a good hour and a half until they had to be at the club, which gave them plenty of time to eat, change and drive there. He caught Draco’s eye and motioned toward the paper he held in his hands.

“Hungry for anything in particular? I can have either French, Chinese, Japanese, or Italian delivered.”

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged.

“I’m good with anything. You decide.”

Harry, frowning, consulted the list of restaurants again. He was never that much of a decisive person. Especially when it came to picking things for other people.

He finally concluded after a minutes worth of contemplating, that Italian was the safest and so rung up the number of the Italian restaurant on his mobile. It was the same cuisine that Alex worked as a waiter at and he absolutely loved their food.

When the call ended and he put away the phone and the list, he went back to the living room. Now there was only the food to wait for and it wouldn’t be coming for a good twenty or so minutes. The restaurant was close but since it was far from being the fast food, the careful and precise cooking took a while.

He realised that he wanted to take a shower, but knowing Draco, the blonde would be even more desperate for a good wash from the day’s sweat, and so offered him the bathroom first.

When he’d mentioned the words, ‘shower’ and ‘go ahead’, Draco’s face had lit up with relief, and spilling a quick ‘thanks’, disappeared into the bathroom like lightning. Harry suppressed a small smile and flopped down onto the sofa, pushing the jacket onto the floor by his feet.

He’d forgotten how long the ex-Slytherin took when it came to showers, and thought with humored regretfulness that he hadn’t just hopped in first, for his own cleansing only lasted for ten minutes at the longest. Just as he heard the water being turned off and the sound of the shower curtains being pulled away, the doorbell rang. Rolling his eyes, he rushed to answer the door.

The delivery man, a refined and pleasant looking bloke in his mid forties, knew Harry well and grinned when Harry appeared.

“Good evening Mr. Evans. I’m here with your order.”

Harry smiled back. “Great. How’s everything down at Marcello’s?”

“Considerably well. Here you go-” he handed H a h a huge wooden box with the elegant inscription ‘Marcello’s’ printed onto the top and watched nervously as Harry teetered slightly under the weight. “Dining with someone tonight?”

Harry blushed and nodded. “Uh- yeah. Sort of.”

The man winked and then inclined his head in a low bow.

“Well, have a wonderful evening Mr. Evans. We always take pride in serving you as our customer.”

“Thanks again. Good night.” he kicked the door shut with his foot when the delivery man had left, and tried to back up but bumped into something blocking his path in the middle of the hallway.

He nearly dropped the food and yelped.

“Oh fuck, sorry-”

“D-Draco?”

“Do you need help?”

“No- I’m fine.” he huffed, as Draco moved hastily and Harry was able to make his way through the living room and into the dining room. He set the box cautiously onto the table and then exhaling and shaking out his arms, turned around to where Draco was standing.

His hand that was propped against the back of the chair slipped and he gaped.

Draco must have realised that Harry was looking at him incredulously and a slight smirk flickering on his face, he gestured toward the delivery box.

“I heard the doorbell and came out quickly to see if you needed help. Didn’t have time to dress.”

Harry pursed his lips and crossed his arms nervously, his heart doing nervous flip-flops at the sight of a half naked Draco who had only a single bath towel draped loosely around his hip bones.

“I’ll go get something on.” Draco said lightly and retreated into the bedroom.

Harry shook his head violently and closed his eyes, trying to rid his mind of the slim and pearly white skin stretched taut over a smooth chest and perfect collar bones. But the image seemed imbedded permanently in his eyes and he felt like dunking his own head in ice water.

You did NOT just react to that. He pleaded to himself desperately. You did NOT just stand gaping like an idiot. Draco did NOT see you make a fool of yourself.

Cursing under his breath, he yanked the lid off the box and from within, took out two dishes of pasta, and a bottle of wine.

He found a set of utensils for two and almost had the urge to stab himself with one of the forks before deciding against it and went to the kitchen for wine glasses.

When Draco returned, he was adorning his outfit for the night already and it only made Harry want to murder himself even more. The rich and aromic calbonara which usually made his stomach growl in hunger, hardly looked appetizing any longer. Although it was a slight improvement compared to the over exposure of skin from a few minutes ago, it was hardly ugly enough to keep Harry from staring. He doubted that the blonde man was ever ‘ugly enough’.

He had on a pair of loose, very low riding dark gray slacks and a silk black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone on his chest. A simple silver bracelet and twin necklace accented his pale skin and added a glow to the silver in his eyes. It was all surprily cly conservative, yet extremely paralysing to see.

Harry, shifting his body casually so that he’d somehow be able to cover up for his moment of shock, fixed his eyes away from Draco’s face and pointed at the open chair across the table.

Draco licked his lips and nodded toward the food.

“Looks really good.”

Harry forced a smile and uncorked the wine bottle, sendine coe cork ricocheting off the walls dangerously.

Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry felt his face redden in embarrassment. He pasted on a ‘I meant to do that’ look and proceeded to fill their glasses with the ruby red liquid.

He picked up his own glass and noticed that Draco had his held up toward Harry. He winked and flicking his wrist ever so slightly, then brought the glass to his lips and took a dainty sip.

Harry repeatee cle classy cheer, but without the wink and with half the spaz and took a deep gulp himself. He dug into the creamy pasta without really tasting it and chewed and sipped in complete silence. Draco didn’t talk either, but Harry could feel the intense silver gaze and it was all he could do to keep his fork from shaking. The more he upheld the silence, the more uncomfortable he felt and the more self conscious he became.

It was an utter mystery how in the world he had managed to stay cool throughout the trip to the park. Now, it seemed almost ridiculously impossible. He stopped eating and lowered his fork slowly, knowing that it was useless to try and act like he was enjoying the meal when really, he tasted only the bitterness of humiliation and excused himself quietly from the table.

He retreated to his bedroom, ignoring Draco’s curious look and shut the door. He leaned against it wearily and sighed inaudibly.

This is all wrong. He thought to himself. This is not how it’s supposed to be happening. I should’ve just stuck to my refusal after that phone call with Hermione. But it was too late now. He only had two choices and it was either to muster up the guts to spit in Draco’s face and call Pat, or continue on with this mission even if it ended up destroying him completely. Both options seemed unfavorable but with this bugaboo, there wno ino in-betweens and no running out on himself. He either had to take it, or leave it. The thing about Harry that some might find admirable, yet he loathed, was the fact that his personality allowed him no freedom to give up or let go. Perfectionism was the term the rest of the world seemed to use for cases like his and at certain times, especially like that of now, instead of trying to rid himself of the weighing responsibility of cracking the hard shell of the enemy, it drove him to want to cross the victory line with a huge lead. He couldn’t feel satisfied until he was able tell himself that he’d won. That he’d claimed the big ‘V’.

What was there to win? There were countless things that Harry yearned for. Honor, respect, to sustain his title as ‘Top Auror’ in the ministry... the list was endless. Nothing in this list though, included the name Draco Malfoy, and he never wanted to be more sure about that in his short life span of 25 years. Even when they were the most despising rivals in school... Harry gritted his teeth at the memory of Hogwarts. Even though it was so long ago, a part of him sensed it like it was yesterday that he’d last packed his trunk to take off to his sixth year, not aware that it’d be his final year as well. And the War... and the deaths... and Draco...

No, no, NO! He screamed in silent anger. DON’T remember that... you promised yourself... it’s history...

When his breathing had calmed once more, he stepped forward to advance to his wardrobe but at the same moment, the door inches behind his back opened and hit him on the shoulder.

He winced and found himself face to face with Draco when he made an about turn toward the affronting door.

“I was worried... you looked really sick or something. Are you okay?” Draco asked with a concerned expression that just sent Harry’s mind whirling off into Neverland.

He nodded constrainedly and clasped his fumbling hands in front of him.

Draco continued to stand in the doorway until he frowned and waved his hand towards the wardrobe.

“You decided what you’re going to wear?”

Harry shook his head and began edging in the direction of the wardrobe, hoping that Draco would take this as a sign to leave, but the blonde remained oblivious to Harry’s weak and invisible praying. Harry opened the wooden closet furniture and slowly flipped through the hanging clothing inside.

When he felt Draco come up beside him, his heart began to thump wildly and he almost sent a frantic glare at him. Draco seemed to have not an inkling of an idea, how stressed Harry was feeling. Or perhaps even if he did know, he wasn’t showing it in any of his body language or facial expressions.

Harry’s arm froze when Draco lifted his own hand and fingered the sleeve of a familiar looking dark green shirt.

“What about this?” he said, pulling it gently off of the hanger. “Love the color.”

“No.” Harry shot back quickly, recognising the shirt instantly and thinking that things had just gotten worse when he thought it couldn’t get any worse. “Definitely not that.” It was the same skin tight t tht that Alex had discovered the the day before yesterday from the bottom of the heap in Harry’s closet. He’d hung it up in his wardrobe just because there was nowhere else to put it, but he knew now, that that had been a mistake.

Draco held the cotton shirt out to Harry.

“Why? It’ll look really good with a pair of arse-hugging jeans, which you seem to have a plentiful number of.”

Harry shook his head stubbornly and tried to shove it away, but Draco clung onto it with his slender fingers and smiling, tossed it at Harry’s head and Harry instinctively caught it.

“But it’s too small.” he complained glancing down at the shirt. “It’s not-”

“Small is good.” Draco cut in firmly, not knowing that he and Alex seemed to share similar opinions.

Next came a pair of dark, stone washed jeans and a leather belt. Harry held the lot in his hands but stood rooted to the spot, unsure if Draco was finally going to leave him to change or if he’d have to go to the bathroom for that. Surely, the blonde didn’t expect him to undress right.... here?

“Uh-” Harry stammered, backing up slowly. “Be right back.”

Once in the bathroom, he heaved a sigh of relief and looked at his face in the mirror. Although the bathroom lighting was dim, his bright green and nervous lng eng eyes were flickering back at him and he unconsciously ran a finger over the place on his forehead where his lightning bolt disfigurement once was. It was still there, but hidden by a concealment charm so that no one could recognise him by the scar itself. He no longer wore glasses either, since they just made things troublesome with a job as an Auror.

He’d never liked his appearance. Ever since he was little, whenever he saw himself in the mirror, all he’d see was a odd looking boy with uncontrollable hair and knobbly knees. All his years at Hogwarts, as a Quidditch player, he’d wished for a body like Oliver Wood, the burly Captain that he’d looked up to with great respect. Yes, his body had matured and grown since then and the workouts he did gave him a tight stomach and firm arms, but he was still slightly on the thin side and nothing like the bulky muscleage of Wood. He scowled at his reflection and defeatedly pulled the soft material of the shirt over his head. It was so light and clingy that he hardly felt it, and that was one of the reasons why he disliked the shirt. It made him feel as if he wasn’t wearing anything on his upper torso.

He didn’t like being in-between. If he was not going to be mister muscle man, he at least wanted a body like Draco’s, who hardly had any muscle, yet looked completely natural and god-made.

What am I thinking? I’m so fucking retarded. He gave his own cheek a sharp slad thd then went on attempting to fix his hair. With a little bit of mousse, he managed to twist and tug the strands so that they looked somewhat less crazy and more as if the messiness was intentional. It was as good as he was going to get.

“Ready to go?” he asked when he exited the bathroom and found Draco waiting for him in the hall. Draco’s lip twitched and his eyes raked over Harry’s body. Harry hoped that the expression on his face wasn’t a disapproving one at the least.

“You look great.” Draco commented after a careful examination. “You’ll turn heads.”

Harry forced a monotone laugh and got his leather jacket from the coat hook in the hallway. Draco was putting on a long white suede trenchcoat and a pair of black leather boots.

How typical. Harry thought with an obscure smile.

He grabbed his car keys, his house keys, his phone, and his wallet and stepped out into the hallway followed closely by Draco. The air was very cold now, and their breaths came out in white puffs. Harry led the other man to his BMW parked in the gutter and were not too happy when their butt’s made contact with the frozen leather seats of the car.

The frigid coldness gave them an excuse not to talk and so they drove wordlessly the whole ten minutes, until they reached the back car park of the large club. Already, an enormous line was bunched up from the door of the club to the street corner and the anxious people waiting in line were jogging up and down to stay warm. Harry heard Draco groan at the long line and he retrieved his wallet from his back pocket.

“Where are you going?” Draco asked, surprised when Harry began walking toward not to the back of the line but straight to the man guarding the doors.

“The front of the line.” Harry replied.

“Why?”

“Because-” he slipped a gold card from the card holder. “I have this.”

Draco furrowed his brows for a split second before his eyes grew wide and a grin spread on his face.

“VIP huh?”

“Yep.”

“Excellent.”

“Your welcome.”

Harry approached the door man and showed him the card.

“Hey Ted.”

“Hey Harry! Been wondrin’ where you was.” the man exclaimed, seeing Harry.

Harry shrugged good-naturedly. “Well, I’m here.”

Ted eyed Draco interestedly and then flashed a wink at Harry.

“Boyfriend?”

Harry’s face blanched and for some reason, Ted’s face became uneasy.

He leaned toward Harry and hissed, “Just say he is, or I won’t be able to let you two in. It’s couple day.”

“Wha-? No one told me-”

“You’re a good friend Har, I don’t wanna refuse to let ‘ya in but it’s strictly the rules and the people behind ‘ya won’t be too happy if I make an acceptance.”

“But-”

“Yes, of course we’re together.” Draco’s drawled a bit loudly behind him.

Harry whirled around and stared at Draco, who had a smirk on his face as if saying ‘duh, what do you think?’ and winding his arm around Harry’s, he steered them past Ted and in through the doors of the club.

The minute they’d stepped inside, a blasting noise of deep base and high-pitched music pounded into their eardrums. Harry could fet vit vibrating in his bones.

The club was very busy, the dance floor was full of pink-faced dancers and the colorful strobe lights swung over the crazed and energetic crowd wildly, giving an exotic and quite erotic air to the whole booming room.

“How do you intend to find you friends in this?” Draco screamed over the impossible noise. There wasn’t a hint of awkwardness in his voice from the scene outside. He’d let go of Harry’s arm immediately and was now standing a few steps away, as if nothing had happened.

Harry could still feel the pressure on his forearm where Draco’s light grip had been and blinked.

“Uh- they’re...” Harry tried but the music was too loud and he didn’t feel like shouting. He beckoned for Draco to follow him instead and pushed his way through the rough crowd with difficulty. It took them nearly five minutes to stumble through and over to the bar on the other side of the club. At the far end, Harry spotted his friends were searching over the heads of the throng, obviously for Harry.

Harry waved and hurried over. Alex was the first to see him and his face split into a wide grin, but faltered when he caught sight of Draco who was walking right behind Harry.

147;147;Hey guys, sorry for the hold up.” Harry said smiling apologetically.

“Hey Harry!” one of his friends named Jeremy, greeted him. He was a short and very thin guy who’s appearance screamed, ‘I’m gay!’ in every possible way. He was wearing a bright pink wife-beater that read ‘Fuck Me Bitch!” and unbelievably tight leather pants. His hair was short and spiked and dyed lime green.

Next to him on his left was a cool-looking, slightly sulky guy with dark skin and hair, named Gabe. Gabe wore all black, with silver studs and two inch spikes protruding from his leather choker and matching arm cuffs. Piercings were numerous; on his ears, nose, lip and navel, which was visible beneath the hem of his very short and see-through shirt.

And last but not least, was Alex, the most normal looking of the three, not to mention tallest and most toned, with his chin length, floppy chocolate mane falling casually around his well defined face, and adorning form fitting khakis and an ocean blue sleeveless tee, matched with black striped Adidas. A single silver hoop hung from his right ear.

He embraced each of them in turn and motioned toward Draco, who all were looking at with interest.

“Uh guys- this a... a friend of mine. His name is...”

Oh shit! Harry panicked. We didn’t decide on a name!

“His name is uh.. uh-”

“-Devin.” Draco said over Harry’s shoulder.

Jeremy extended his hand with a warm smile and Harry felt a heavy weight lifting off his conscience.

“Devin. I’m Jeremy, the most eccentric of this group. Nice to meet you.” Harry watched as the two shook hands. “And this is Gabe, he’s not good with introductions, but once you get to know him, he’s not bad.”

Gabe scowled but reached out to take Draco’s hand too.

“Hey.” Draco said, nodding to both.

“I’m Alex.” Alex said, repeating the gesture with their hands but pulling away more quickly than the other two. His eyes met Harry’s for a split second and he raised his eyebrows.

“So why haven’t we seen you here before Devin?” Jeremy asked coyly. “And Harry, why haven’t you told us about such a hot friend?”

Harry felt his face flush terribly and for a moment, he truly understood what it meant to feel like ‘a deer caught in the headlights’.

“He er- doesn’t live... near here.” he said after a pause.

“That’s a shame.” Jeremy said sadly. “I was hopeful for a bit there.”

“Let’s get drinks.” Harry cut in before anyone could ask anymore awkward questions. “What do you guys want?”

“Make mine a straight.” Jeremy said enthusiastically.

Gabe snorted. “How fitting. I’ll take the same thing.”

“Hypocrite.”

“Vodka-and-Coke,” Alex said. “as always.”

“And you Devin?” Jeremy asked.

“Same.”

Harry nodded and flicked the drinks on his fingers, repeating them again. “Right, I’ll be right back.”

Alex stood up from his stool and made to go after Harry. “I’ll go with you.”

The two pushed their way to the bar counter and beckoned for the bartender to come and collect their orders. Harry scrunched up his face to try to remember how many of each it was and Alex glanced back at the the table where the rest were sitting.

“Uh- it was two straights and three cokes... right?” he confirmed out loud to Alex who nodded and grinned. Harry shouted the order to the man behind the counter squirmed in surprise when he felt a warm body being pressed against his back and a pair of strong arms encircling his hips.

“I missed you.” he heard Alex say in that melty voice of his as the brunette nuzzled his nose into the back of Harry’s head. “And you wore that shirt tonight... love it.”

Harry playfully reached out to pinch Alex’s leg and Alex let out a yelp and let go of Harry.

“You love doing that don’t you?” Alex scolded in mock anger. “You’re a naughty boy who owes me the first dance after we get those wankers their drinks.”

Harry laughed and shook his finger in front of Alex’s face with a no-can-do expression.

“You know I don’t dance.”

“Oh but you will.”

“Oh but I won’t.”

“Oh yes you will.”

Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms on his chest as if to challenge the other man.

“And pray tell me, why you’re so sure of yourself?”

Alex’s lips twisted into what he obviously meant to be a smirk but instead, it just turned up into a terribly lopsided grin that made Harry’ eye twitcth ath adoration. He pursed his lips to stop the laughter from coming yet again, but it was useless. He burst out giggling and wiped his eyes, before looking up to see the hurt look that Alex had.

“You are just incredible. You know that Alex?” Alex’s face lit up hopefully. “I can’t believe you manage to convince me without words.”

“So you’ll honor me with the first dance?”

“Do I have a choice?”

A coy gleam appeared in Alex’s eye and he ruffled Harry’s hair airily. “Well, no. You don’t, darling.”

“Two Vodkas and three Vodka-and-Cokes!” The bartender called out, sliding them the plastic cups across the smooth surface.

“Thanks!” Harry yelled and he attempted to pick up three but Alex’s considerably larger hand grabbed the third one before Harry sloshed it all over the floor.

“I think I’ll get that one.” Alex said sweetly and winking. Harry stuck out his tongue and turning around, made his way back to the rest of the group.

“They’re back!” Jeremy beamed.

Harry peered into the cups and sniffed them before setting both down onto the table with a flourish.

“The straights-”

“And the sane people!” Alex finished handing Harry and Draco their drinks.

Gabe scowled and Jeremy rolled his eyes.

“Anyways,” Jeremy said slowly and loudly, “Here’s to our new friend Devin and to another wild night of drunk partying!”

“Cheers!” They all chorused and downed half of their drink in one gulp.

Alex slammed down his cup and punched his fist in the air. With a whoop, he entwined his fingers with Harry’s and began leading him towards the dance floor, shaking his hips back and forth seductively.

Harry blushed and let himself be dragged onward, receiving a catcall from Jeremy and Gabe. As he passed Draco, their eyes met for a split second and Harry could have sworn that the silver orbs narrowed just a tiny bit, before the crowd of dancing people blocked his view and he was swallowed into the heat of the dancing bodies.

Alex placed his hands on Harry’s hips and closed the distance between them, grinding his own hips against Harry’s front.

Harry, although claiming to everyone that he was not a dancer, was actually, very talented when it came to showing his moves on the dance floor. He attracted much attention, which was one of the reasons why he tried to stay away from being beneath the bright strobe lights. But tonight, he was letting himself loose after years of locking himself up. He was going forget all the stress he’d been stacking within him and he was going to simply enjoy the few hours of mindless raucousing.

Alex was looking pleasantly surprised at Harry’s sudden forwardness, and he pulled the raven haired man closer; so close that they were now nose to nose, chest to chest, groin to groin. Harry smiled coyly and did a few impressive moves with his hips that made the guys dancing a few inches away from him stare and lick their lips.

“Wow.” breathed Alex breathlessly. “You never told me you had a knack for these things.”

Harry ran his hands along Alex’s buff chest and twirled around once so that now his back was facing Alex.

“There’s a lot of things I’ve never told you.” he replied.

“Mmmm. There’s nothing more sexy than a mystery man.” Alex ran his fingers down Harry’s legs and nibbled his ear affectionately. “So tell me, Harry. How do you know Devin?”

Harry flinched and felt himself grip the nape of Alex’s neck tightly.

“A friend from school.” he said hastily, not caring if Alex didn’t hear it.

But Alex seemed to have the ears of an animal, for his hands tightened around Harry’s waist too.

“A friend from school? That’s cool. I didn’t know blondes were your type.”

Harry turned around again and pecked Alex’s lips with a grin. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“Who me?” Alex asked in a disbelieving tone. “Well, maybe a itty-bitty-teeny-tiny bit. But should I have to be jealous?”

“No.” Harry whispered. “No, you don’t have to.”

“Good. Cuz I’m pretty fond of you Evans. It’d be like losing an only son.”

Harry grimaced with disgust. “Like losing an only son?”

“Well what am I supposed to say?” Alex asked laughing.

Harry shrugged, enjoying the humor of the situation. Obviously, Alex had wanted to say something along the lines of ‘losing a love’, but since Harry and he were neither lovers or boyfriends for that matter, he couldn’t. A part of him felt bad for denying Alex the affection he deserved, but a part of him was happy with the relationship they had now. They could touch, kiss, snog, if they wanted to, yet they didn’t have to commit themselves to love and Harry found it easier to deal with. And the fact that Alex never complained was why their odd friendship lasted so long between them. Perhaps Alex wanted to take it a step further but Harry didn’t think he was ready at all for that yet. Maybe he would never be ready for it. His past had taught him a valuable lesson.

He let his eyes roam over the heads of the dancing throng and found Jeremy, Gabe, and Draco talking with their heads bent together. It was a sight that Harry wasn’t expecting to see. He could tell that Jeremy was doing most of the talking, but he had a sad look on hace.ace. Harry’s eyes flickered over to Draco and watched intently as Draco’s lips pursed into a thin line and his hands fiddling under the table as if he was nervous about something. Gabe’s eyes were fixed on Draco too, his expression deep and unreadable.

He had a strong urge to go over and fout out what they were talking about but stopped himself just in time. He shook his head and turned back to look at Alex who was gazing at him longingly, as if he wanted to kiss him.

He never saw a pair of silver eyes blink away a tear that was never meant to fall.

From the Author:
Hey everyone. I know that this was a HORRIBLE place to end the chapter but if I wrote the whole club scene in this one chapter, it’d be waaaaaaay too long, since it’s quite long even how it is now. But don’t worry, I will update soon so that you don’t have to wait long to read the rest of the happenings at the club! Thanks again to those who read this chapter, and a special thanks to those who take the time to review. It really keeps me writing and updating quickly. The more reviews, the more the chapters keep coming at a good speed! Love you all.
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