Fiction - Never turn your back on me (Harry Potter) P23
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23. Club
They stayed in the coffee shop until it closed and the muggle behind the counter kicked them out. By then, Potter had bought Draco two more sweets and a cup of very nice tea. Potter had ended up drinking both coffees himself.
Now they were wandering the streets in circles. Muggles never seemed to sleep. They were everywhere, although they didn't seem as rushed as they had been during the day. They walked mostly in pairs or groups down the streets, flailing their arms and talking loudly as if what they were saying must be heard by all. Draco completely ignored them. He was much too busy studying Potter.
They stopped in front of a building that had loud music coming from it. A lineup of people stood by an entrance. Potter grabbed Draco's arm and pulled them into the line. He reached up and mussed Draco's hair. He didn't have to bother with his own, since Potter's hair was a mess no matter what he did with it.
"Just act as though we belong here," Potter whispered. He leaned casually against the brick wall. Draco tucked his hands in his pockets and sigh heavily. They weren't dressed any differently than any of the muggles in line, so it was easy enough to pretend to be a part of this crowd. Did Potter really feel they didn't blend in well enough?
Before he knew it they were paying ten dollars each to enter the building. It was noisy, with bright flashing lights and muggles were everywhere.
"This is so much better than walking the streets," Draco bit out, injecting as much sarcasm into his words as he could. The music was horrible and much too loud. Draco cringed as Potter dragged them into a dark corner.
"We can stay in here for the night," Potter shouted into his ear. Draco cringed again.
Draco couldn't help but goggle at him. "Why would we want to do that?"
Potter spun him around and pointed. "We can get something to drink over there. It's called a bar." He turned him again. "See, over there is a toilet." Sure enough, there was a door with markings that seemed to indicate a men's loo. Potter turned him again and pointed at sofas and low tables. They were all full of muggles. "There's even someplace comfortable to sit," he added with a triumphant grin. "I've never been to one of these clubs, but I've heard about them. There's even dancing if you like and this one says it's open all night until dawn."
Draco wanted to rush out, but Potter did have a point. As annoying and obnoxious as the place was, it had been much cheaper than a motel and it did have all those things. He shrugged and headed for the men's toilet. Potter grabbed at his shirt.
"Where are you going?" Potter asked anxiously. His eyes were wide and his grip on Draco's shirt was too tight for Draco to break free.
"To the toilet, Potter. Do you want to help?" Draco snickered.
Potter pushed him forward and followed Draco. Luckily, there wasn't anybody else in the toilet. It didn't surprise Draco at all that it was disgusting. There were two stalls, so they each took one. He did what he needed to do quickly, and when Draco came out from his stall, he found Potter leaning against the wet counter with his arms crossed. There were two muggles staring intently at Potter who was staring just as hard back.
One of the muggles pushed past Draco to get to the stall he'd just vacated. Draco turned and smirked at Potter.
They went back out to the noise and sauntered up to the bar. Once he had the bartender's attention, Potter ordered them some cold drinks. Draco wasn't sure what it was, but it was sweet and sugary.
They found a spot near the dance floor and leaned against the wall shoulder to shoulder. Draco watched as muggles writhed like somebody had jinxed their bodies. He sipped his drink slowly and laughed at the hideousness of it. At one point he even thanked Potter for making such a brilliant find.
The music was atrociously loud and it was a wonder all muggles who came here didn't leave with their ears bleeding. There was no point in talking. Carrying on a conversation in this place was impossible. That suited Draco just fine since it meant that he wouldn't have to talk to Potter. It wasn't that he hated to talk to Potter; Draco just wasn't in the mood for conversation.
Potter seemed to be enjoying himself. Occasionally he would sway his body to the music as though it were enticing him to join the other dancers. Draco nudged Potter's shoulder.
"You should go out there," he indicated the dance floor with a nod of his head.
"I really love this song," Potter said sheepishly. Draco wasn't sure which song Potter was referring to. He could barely distinguish one from the next. To his ears, it all sounded the same.
He nodded at the floor again. "Go on," he yanked the rucksack from Potter's back. "I'll watch this for you." This was going to be hilarious. Watching Harry Potter dance could prove to be a most amusing way to pass the time.
Potter hesitantly took a step toward the dance floor. It was only a few feet from where they stood. Draco encouraged him and snickered behind his mouth as he watched a wide-eyed, terrified Potter slowly inch his way into the crowd of dancers. The flashing lights danced on his skin and reflected off his glasses. It took a moment, but Potter finally started to sway back and forth. He truly had no rhythm in him because none of his motions matched the beat of the song, but the more he got into it, the happier he looked. Draco laughed when Potter spun and smacked right into a muggle. The girl said something to Potter then went back to thrashing about.
Potter threw himself into the music. He flung his arms in the air and thrashed his body about, his head bopping up and down. Draco almost fell over with laughter. Potter looked as though he were having some sort of seizure.
It was going to be a very interesting night.
Thanks to off_that_bridge for beta. (At this point it's a rush beta job.)
Feedback would be very nice.
23. Club
They stayed in the coffee shop until it closed and the muggle behind the counter kicked them out. By then, Potter had bought Draco two more sweets and a cup of very nice tea. Potter had ended up drinking both coffees himself.
Now they were wandering the streets in circles. Muggles never seemed to sleep. They were everywhere, although they didn't seem as rushed as they had been during the day. They walked mostly in pairs or groups down the streets, flailing their arms and talking loudly as if what they were saying must be heard by all. Draco completely ignored them. He was much too busy studying Potter.
They stopped in front of a building that had loud music coming from it. A lineup of people stood by an entrance. Potter grabbed Draco's arm and pulled them into the line. He reached up and mussed Draco's hair. He didn't have to bother with his own, since Potter's hair was a mess no matter what he did with it.
"Just act as though we belong here," Potter whispered. He leaned casually against the brick wall. Draco tucked his hands in his pockets and sigh heavily. They weren't dressed any differently than any of the muggles in line, so it was easy enough to pretend to be a part of this crowd. Did Potter really feel they didn't blend in well enough?
Before he knew it they were paying ten dollars each to enter the building. It was noisy, with bright flashing lights and muggles were everywhere.
"This is so much better than walking the streets," Draco bit out, injecting as much sarcasm into his words as he could. The music was horrible and much too loud. Draco cringed as Potter dragged them into a dark corner.
"We can stay in here for the night," Potter shouted into his ear. Draco cringed again.
Draco couldn't help but goggle at him. "Why would we want to do that?"
Potter spun him around and pointed. "We can get something to drink over there. It's called a bar." He turned him again. "See, over there is a toilet." Sure enough, there was a door with markings that seemed to indicate a men's loo. Potter turned him again and pointed at sofas and low tables. They were all full of muggles. "There's even someplace comfortable to sit," he added with a triumphant grin. "I've never been to one of these clubs, but I've heard about them. There's even dancing if you like and this one says it's open all night until dawn."
Draco wanted to rush out, but Potter did have a point. As annoying and obnoxious as the place was, it had been much cheaper than a motel and it did have all those things. He shrugged and headed for the men's toilet. Potter grabbed at his shirt.
"Where are you going?" Potter asked anxiously. His eyes were wide and his grip on Draco's shirt was too tight for Draco to break free.
"To the toilet, Potter. Do you want to help?" Draco snickered.
Potter pushed him forward and followed Draco. Luckily, there wasn't anybody else in the toilet. It didn't surprise Draco at all that it was disgusting. There were two stalls, so they each took one. He did what he needed to do quickly, and when Draco came out from his stall, he found Potter leaning against the wet counter with his arms crossed. There were two muggles staring intently at Potter who was staring just as hard back.
One of the muggles pushed past Draco to get to the stall he'd just vacated. Draco turned and smirked at Potter.
They went back out to the noise and sauntered up to the bar. Once he had the bartender's attention, Potter ordered them some cold drinks. Draco wasn't sure what it was, but it was sweet and sugary.
They found a spot near the dance floor and leaned against the wall shoulder to shoulder. Draco watched as muggles writhed like somebody had jinxed their bodies. He sipped his drink slowly and laughed at the hideousness of it. At one point he even thanked Potter for making such a brilliant find.
The music was atrociously loud and it was a wonder all muggles who came here didn't leave with their ears bleeding. There was no point in talking. Carrying on a conversation in this place was impossible. That suited Draco just fine since it meant that he wouldn't have to talk to Potter. It wasn't that he hated to talk to Potter; Draco just wasn't in the mood for conversation.
Potter seemed to be enjoying himself. Occasionally he would sway his body to the music as though it were enticing him to join the other dancers. Draco nudged Potter's shoulder.
"You should go out there," he indicated the dance floor with a nod of his head.
"I really love this song," Potter said sheepishly. Draco wasn't sure which song Potter was referring to. He could barely distinguish one from the next. To his ears, it all sounded the same.
He nodded at the floor again. "Go on," he yanked the rucksack from Potter's back. "I'll watch this for you." This was going to be hilarious. Watching Harry Potter dance could prove to be a most amusing way to pass the time.
Potter hesitantly took a step toward the dance floor. It was only a few feet from where they stood. Draco encouraged him and snickered behind his mouth as he watched a wide-eyed, terrified Potter slowly inch his way into the crowd of dancers. The flashing lights danced on his skin and reflected off his glasses. It took a moment, but Potter finally started to sway back and forth. He truly had no rhythm in him because none of his motions matched the beat of the song, but the more he got into it, the happier he looked. Draco laughed when Potter spun and smacked right into a muggle. The girl said something to Potter then went back to thrashing about.
Potter threw himself into the music. He flung his arms in the air and thrashed his body about, his head bopping up and down. Draco almost fell over with laughter. Potter looked as though he were having some sort of seizure.
It was going to be a very interesting night.