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Like The Unlikely	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: As usual, the same warnings and legalities still apply!

Chapter 5: Thrice The Charm

The following week flew by in a confusing blur. Draco worked at the club as usual and returned home every evening. He'd been taking extra shifts just to keep up with his rent and hadn't had a day off in eight days. But he didn't mind. Any distraction from his obvious error in letting his one chance slip by him that one evening on the bus was welcoming to him. He should have said something, confirmed that the wizard might have just possibly been the one he had been seeking.

It was all so unfair...

No use crying over spilled potion... He mused.

But that thought didn't stop him from looking back and cursing himself for being a blind idiot. Not to mention, the dreams that haunted him in his sleep lately didn't dispel his desire for the raven haired wizard either. The dreams were hot; filled with hazy images of teeth, tongues, and sweat. Hearing his fantasy partner's screams of his name gave him chills. And when he woke, the blond found himself panting and erect. Those dreams were torture...

But now, it was Saturday again and the crowd wasn't going to serve itself, no matter how much he wanted to attempt to create a spell that would make them do so.

The blond took the martini shaker and flipped it in the air, just for the whoops and shouts of joy of the drunk customers waiting at the bar. This was too simple. It had only been nine days since he got the job, but Tony insisted that he learn some tricks so that they would get more tips. He mastered just about every one of them after five days. Draco had a knack for juggling glasses and mixers and in a weird way, it was fun, although the silly muggle tricks were beneath a Malfoy.

Then again, he wasn't a "normal Malfoy" either.

After pouring the contents of the silver container out into a martini glass and expertly sliding it down the bar to a guy with dreadlocks, he picked up a pen and notepad and pointed over to a group of women in scanty clothing.

"What will it be for you?" He yelled over the din.

"Two of your cheapest lagers and a shot o' whiskey!"

His writing became indecipherable chicken scratch within seconds as he hurried taking down the order. Putting the pen behind his ear, he slammed two heavy lager glasses down on the counter and pulled out a shot glass. Reaching under the counter, he grabbed the half bottle of whiskey and poured the dark liquid into the shot glass, splashing a bit onto the floor in his haste. Handing it over, he wrapped his hand around one large lager glass and settled it under the tap.

As he was about to hit the handle, the hairs on the back of his neck went up and a chill ran down his skin. Instinctively, Draco looked up towards the door.

Three individuals walked through the threshold, looking around the club. A lanky youth with flaming red hair and pallid, freckled skin flagged him out as the Weasel kid, who wore a black t-shirt and jeans. Next to him was the diminutive Mudblood in a red tank top and a gray skirt that reached her knees. But then there was him...

Black hair in a reckless, disheveled style-that Draco had pulled the other night in another of his fantasies-and green eyes peering from round glasses in curiosity. The faint, lightning bolt scar over his right eye. A tight, white button up shirt hugged his frame and black slacks wrapped around well-muscled legs. The sight made the blond bartender's mouth water.

"Oi! Draco-lad!"

Draco turned his attention to the Irishman next to him. "Would ya care ta stop gawking a' the customers over there and pay attention to the ones ya got here?"

"Sorry, Tony." He flipped the handle on the lager, filled the glasses, and handed them over to girls that were waiting. "Sorry about that, ladies. Here ya go."

"Oh, don't worry about it, cutie," One smiled, winking at him. "I don't mind staring at you for a while longer."

Another one giggled, grabbing her arm. "Let's get back on the dance floor, Ellie!"

"Bye!" Said the one that had flirted with him.

"A round of pale ale, over here!"

"Got it, sir! How many?"

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The trio at the door looked around the packed establishment, taking in the atmosphere of flashing lights and loud, thumping music.

"So this is what Muggles do for fun?" Ron asked Hermione.

"One of the many things they do for fun, Ron! It's just like what we witches and wizards do, just without the aid of magic!"

"Bloody hell! A bit shnockered aren't they?" The red head commented on a group that had toppled a table over in the far recesses of the club.

"It would seem so."

Harry, who hadn't been paying attention to the exchange, took in the sights and smiled. Maybe he could loosen up and have a bit of fun!

"Oi! Draco-lad!"

The yell from the bar caught the raven haired wizard's attention. He scanned the crowd around the bar counter and caught sight of a bleach blond man that was serving lagers. Harry's green eyes grew wide in shock.

"Would ya care ta stop gawking a' the customers over there and pay attention to the ones ya got here?"

It couldn't be...

Malfoy? The Draco Malfoy? Working in a Muggle club?

...Didn't Malfoy hate Muggles?

Harry wandered over to the bar, not really knowing what he was going to do or say when he got there...

"Hey Harry! Where are you going?" Ron called after him.

His two friends chased after him. Harry stopped at the edge of the crowd at the counter, unsure of what he was going to do. He watched his arch nemesis flip shakers and glasses into the air with perfect precision, wondering if he was using magic to make them land expertly into his hands. Well, knowing Malfoy, he probably was. But for the vile, Muggle-hating, former Slytherin to work in a Muggle club—that was just out of character and weird.

As Malfoy took a lighter and lit the alcohol of the backdraft in the snifter. As the drink caught fire, he threw it into the air. The customers screamed and ducked for cover. But Draco spun around on the heels of his shoes and caught it without a single drop spilling. He put a lid on the cup, immediately putting the fire out but keeping the fumes inside for the intention of the drink. The congregation applauded and cheered. He seemed to enjoy himself, smiling and laughing with the other bartender. The happiness that shone through his stormy eyes came at ease. He looked almost... normal...

The platinum blond handed the drink over to a customer and began on another mixture.

"What the Hell is Malfoy doing here?" Ron asked, bewildered, next to Harry.

Harry didn't answer, but pushed his way through the crowd to find out why...

A/N: So what do you think is going to happen next?
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