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most nights, I don\'t know	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of her delicious characters. Though I wish I could, I will never make proffit from this lovely fic.

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A/N: This was originally to be a Halloween fic, but I've extended it into a chaptered fic, rather than a one shot. So I hope you enjoy!

Harry was desperate. He had nowhere else to turn. Everywhere else and anything else that he tried ended up in heartache. Nothing was working. And he needed a new approach. His soul yearned for it.

He wouldn't have taken such a downward leap if he didn't need it so much.

To a Muggle, internet dating could either be seen as a desperate or ingenious move. Harry struggled with that line for quite awhile. This wasn't him. It wasn't the fact that it was Muggle. No, he didn't mind that at all. The Muggle world often felt very comforting to him. The problem lay more with the fact the he just felt strange even thinking about going through with it. The idea of some random person getting to know him with possibly miles upon miles of distance between them was…eerie. To say the least.

Yet he hadn't hesitated one bit once he'd begun to set up the profile. The only reason it took him nearly two hours to finish was that he had to over think everything that he wrote. Even now, as he stared vacantly into his closet, he could remember how much he had struggled over the simplest things.

"Occupation…. Can't very well say Auror. No one would know what that means…. Fuck…. Um…how about…? Police officer?" His eyes had flicked up to his username – SweepMeOffMyFeet. Would anyone believe someone so macho as a police officer would have come up with something so fruity? Immediately, he had hit the backspace button until the blank was emptied. In its place he typed out 'parliament guard'. It wasn't all that farfetched.

The next hardest question was what he was looking for in a partner. It really stumped him. When it came down to it, he wasn't altogether sure what he wanted. All he knew was what he didn't want. So, to answer the question, he had put the opposite of those negative qualities. "I don't want a one-night stand. What I'm looking for is a committed relationship. I want to be made to feel special and necessary. But, most of all, I want to feel normal. Special…but ordinary." Short, but somehow it was perfect. The last bit was absolutely necessary, he knew. Since defeating Voldemort, too many people had given him special attention. Even Ginny. She sacrificed practically anything she wanted in order to please Harry.

It was the biggest reason they were no longer married.

Quite a few other questions caused him to draw a blank, as well, but not so severely. "Hobbies? The Muggle way of saying Quidditch is…. Uh, guess I could say football…. Football and playing chess with my children. Okay, honestly? What adult has a favorite color? Whatever…green…. Favorite food should be easy enough…. Does chocolate count? Sure, why not?"

In the end, Harry had been quite satisfied with the outcome of his profile. The only thing he hadn't managed to complete was the profile picture. The thought of just anyone knowing what he looked like was eerie. And after he'd examined the other profiles, it seemed quite a few of the other men his age did as well. So he left it alone.

"Dad?"

Pulling from his mental recap, Harry turned with a plastered, shaky smile to look at his son. "Yes, Albus?"

The petite, dark-haired boy smiled softly and flopped down upon his father's bed. "You're nervous." The phrasing in no way indicated a question. He was a very keen observer. He could note the small details that led to his resolute conclusion.

Harry cleared his throat to erase any shake his voice may have had. "That's ridiculous. What have I got to be nervous about?" But the hesitancy to his question gave away the he was, indeed, lying.

"It's your first real date since Uncle Charlie. You have everything to be nervous about." The laugh that bubbled past Albus' lips was somehow reassuring to his father. He sensed this in the way Harry's lips twitched into a more eager grin. "It'll be fine, I bet. This guy seems…exciting. From what you've divulged about him…." He raised a brow in the man's direction.

Harry really hadn't said much about his date for the night. All he had shared with a few choice people was that their personalities had seemed to flawlessly click. Honestly, somehow that seemed to put people at ease about the whole ordeal.

Maybe if they knew the other small details, they wouldn't be so keen to let him go out with the man. Details such as his date's distaste for family values or that he openly admitted to a deep love of bondage. He hadn't even told anyone the other's screen name. It made him blush just to think about the five-letter word that said it all – Cocky.

This was why he was nervous. He wasn't entirely sure he was ready for such a man.

"Did you figure out a costume yet?"

Harry shook his head, sighing as he once more turned back to glaring into his closet. For some reason, he had agreed to let their first, live date be at a Halloween party at one of the local bars. He had also consented to wearing a costume. The problem was, never had he dressed in a costume before. He owned not even a scrap of something that would do. Nothing he had would make the right impression. Not the right impression, anyway…. "The best I can come up with is to wear my robes and carry my wand. But…that seems…."

"Childish." Harry nodded in agreement, looking over his shoulder at Albus. "Well, it's a good thing you have such a wonderful son, right?" The rustling of a plastic bag drew their brilliant jade eyes to meet. "I bought you a costume. Well…I bought it for myself, but you'll get better use of it, I'm sure." Al smiled wickedly as he pulled a dark costume from the grocery sack.

For a long moment, all Harry could do was stare in a mixture of confusion and worry. He then cleared his throat again and asked softly, "What on earth is it?"

"The Dark Knight. You know, Batman?" When Albus' explanation didn't get the look of dawning he'd hoped, he sighed and tossed the garments at his father. "You know, masked superhero played by the super delicious Christian Bale? Bit of an old film, but still awesome."

A stretch of silence followed where they both stared at the extremely padded costume. Then Harry quietly mumbled, "Bat…man…?"

At this point, Al seemed rather frustrated. He bounced up off the bed, crossing to his petulant father. "Yes! Basic rundown is that he's an orphaned rich kid who turns his fear of bats into super-strength. Uses a bunch of gadgets and shit – sorry, crap," he amended at the sharp look of disapproval. "No superpowers, to speak of. But he'd still really great. And sexy. So put the costume on and go meet your man."

Harry couldn't help the chuckle that fell from his lips. He, like always, wondered how he'd produced someone so quirky for a son. "It's times like these that really make me remember you're only eighteen." He tousled Albus' hair softly before taking the costume. "But…I'm not wearing this, Albus. Sorry."

"Yes, you are. You've already told Mr. 'Cocky' you'll be dressed as the sultry Dark Knight." The look upon the young man's face was purely cunning as he backed out of the bedroom. Purely Slytherin.

"Fuck…." His door shut and any confidence he may have had left with his son. He really had no choice now. The internet coupling had been relying on an identifying costume to help them find one another. Apparently, Harry was now volunteered to be the one in the dark. And not having control in a situation like this made him extremely uneasy. What if he didn't like this guy when he saw him? It didn't really matter, now. He had no choice but to go through with the date.

It was with a shaky hand that Harry put on the surprisingly well-made costume. But he did put it on. And, as he looked at his reflection in his full-length mirror, he couldn't help but to feel like he looked desirable. Sure, the padding was mostly in his chest and abs, yet he had muscles to match underneath. So was it really all that much of a lie? Slowly, he pulled the black mask adorned with bat ears over his face. From that moment, he could no longer recognize himself. Those were his intense green eyes staring back at him, but apart from that, he was a stranger. This fact brought a delighted grin to his lips.

"I did good, didn't I?"

Harry nodded in response to Albus' smug question. He didn't turn to look at the boy, unable to take his eyes off of himself.

"Awesome…. Damn, Dad, you look hot." Momentarily, Harry met the other set of emerald orbs in the mirror, one brow raised beneath his mask. "No, there's only one detail to attend to." Albus grabbed his father's arms, turning away from the mesmerizing reflection.

With a sigh, Harry looked down at his watch. "Make it fast," he said. "I need to be there soon."

"Yes, yes. I know. All you need to complete this is to fix your voice." Albus held up his finger to silence Harry as he began to protest. "No, just listen. In the Dark Knight films that I was talking about, Christian Bale had this way of disguising his voice that's to die for. All he does is deepen it like this." After clearing his throat, he spoke out, "I am the Batman," in as best of a husky, throaty growl as he could.

Harry couldn't help but to crack up. He tried to hide his laughter behind his hand, but Al still gave him a semi-hurt look. "Sorry. Just…don't do that again."

Teeth gritted, Albus merely crossed his arms and stared his father down. Despite humiliating himself, he wasn't ready to give up trying.

For a few moments, Harry only stared back. But time was ticking. He sighed and gave in. "Fine." After thinking it over, he attempted to speak those words in the same tone. He must have done well, because Al replaced his scowl for a bright grin instantly. As opposed to when the boy had tried, he was able to attain a sound that actually seemed attractive. It was rough and deep, clearly oozing an instant sex appeal.

"Perfect. Just…so perfect." Albus stepped away and motioned for the door. "Now go get 'im."

It wasn't much of a walk down to the bar. He only lived a few blocks away; one o the reasons he had chosen this location. He needed to feel comfortable. And since he frequented this bar on the regular, it just felt perfect.

The party was in full-swing when he arrived. Everywhere he looked, people donned creative costumes. He even swore that he saw a walking toilet at one point. But apart from the occasional glance, he wasn't very keen to keep his attention on one person. His nerves ran rampant as he made his way to the bar, taking one of the few empty stools. He was quick to order a vodka tonic, hoping to steady himself at least a little bit.

The prospect of basically anyone in this room being his mystery date scared him more than any duel with Voldemort ever had. His lack of power here was daunting. And the fact that he'd been here a half hour and still nothing had happened wasn't helping in the least.

Harry was dangerously close to calling it quits just as he heard a soft purr near his ear. "Please tell me you're the right Batman…. I have already tried three other men and honestly I am growing bored…."

The voice was icy and harsh, yet it oozed a sexual quality. He had no doubt in his mind that this was the right guy. The cockiness was practically a musky scent on him. Yet, the voice was all too familiar. And that familiarity was enough to make him freeze up.

He couldn't admit to himself that it could be true….

"Fuck it, I give up," the man muttered harshly, pulling away and flopping down in the seat beside Harry. From the corner of his eye, he was able to scope out the man he had been chatting up the last month. It was all he could do to hold back the only half-horrified gasp threatening to escape his chest.

The first thing that he saw was the shockingly white-blonde crop of hair pulled back into a loose and messy ponytail. A pigment that could only belong to one family. Same as the sharp, angular lines of his face as it curled into an angry and slightly disappointed expression.

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