Emotion
Title: Emotion (see music)
Author: sweetest_ink (Me)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,173
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry and all his little friends, I merely borrowed for this piece of fiction.
Summary: Post HBP, Harry drowns his sorrows and finds something unexpected along the way.
Warnings: Has totally not been betaed, all my own flaws. Watch out for blatent OOC and crazy fairyness.
It had been years since Harry had seen Draco, years that had been filled with hard work to rid the world of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, years of extra work to become the successful Auror that he was today, years to forget all the horrible things that befell him at Hogwarts. He had never expected to see him again, never in a million years. Especially now that Ginny was gone, gone just like Voldemort, a distant memory of his life before.
'Neville's one lucky guy.' he thought to himself, a fleeting image of Ginny's flaming hair, her arms around another's neck, kissing another set of lips. He took a hard swig of his drink and glanced back over his shoulder at the blonde swaying his hips on the dance floor, dancing with every flighty thing that came towards him. 'Malfoy.'
He tried to remember all the times they had incited disaster in each other, having a knack for getting the other into trouble. So much history, even for enemies. Another sip. 'He had not killed Dumbledore after all.' he thought. Draco had not killed anyone as it turned out, the war had begun and he was quite decidedly not involved.
Harry took the last gulp off his drink and set it down carefully on the bar, drawing his green leather coat onto his shoulders. He started to make his way to the exit when a very familiar voice called to him, “Hey, Potter!” He had had the gall to think he would get out of the club without being spotted.
But for once the voice held no malice, he would even be willing to bet that there was some enjoyment in that tone. “Potter!” he called again, seeming sure that Harry had seen him. He took a deep breath and turned around, hoping that the encounter wouldn't be to painful.
Approaching Malfoy he could see that whatever bias the guy had towards dancing was nowhere to be seen now, and as the music thumped in time to the swaying mass of people Draco went along with it. “Hello, Malfoy.” old anger seeped into his greeting. But strangely, Draco did not stop dancing, he merely drew Harry onto the floor and smiled, “I heard you and the littlest Weasley ended it.”
This wasn't a question, it was a statement, but Harry was appalled nonetheless that Malfoy would just casually drop it into small talk. And now that he was closer he could swear that there was a touch of glitter on those pale eyelids. “You heard that huh?” A particularly shiny female dancer came sidling up to Draco and he smirked and bounced joyfully along with her, apparently having not heard Harry at all.
He was just about to head out the door again when he felt a hot bubbling in the pit of his stomach, it had been far too long for forgiveness. He turned around and practically lunged at Malfoy, “And since when is it any of your business what goes on in mine, or anyone else's life!?”
This got Draco's attention quickly and the girl wrapped around him looked up despondently from his neck. He grabbed her hands quickly and guided them around his waist. “Potter listen...”
'This will be rich, I'm sure!' thought Harry.
Draco turned suddenly, laying his hands on his partner's shoulders and gyrating softly to the throbbing beat of the music. After all these years and he still tried Harry's patience like none other. The girls hands stayed around Malfoy's waist and he swiveled back towards Harry, a smirk a mile wide across his lips. “Whatever was between us back then is over and done with now.”
Harry thought that if he was going to talk about this sort of thing he should stop moving, it was distracting. And at that moment he noticed the flaming red leather pants that wrapped around Malfoy's legs like cellophane. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off them.
Draco caught his glance, “Like them?” he said as his arms raised into the air, mimicking his legs as they swayed. But much to Harry's relief he dropped the subject quickly. “Like I was saying, I was a different person then.”
The girl lowered herself slowly down Draco's legs, shivering wildly to the music, but he continued anyways. “I left my mother. I left home. I found something out actually.” His breath caught slightly, he had been moving for some time now.
Harry nearly winced, every time he spoke Draco's thighs rotated in time to the music and to the zealous dance slave behind him. “You see Harry, I used to think that if I hated you enough all these spotlights would shine on me.” His head bobbed slightly in the purple light of the disco. “But I see now that I really wanted something else...” He continued his shaking to the music and turned around once again, flowing up and down, his arms swirling around his partner.
“And?” Harry said, barely able to hear himself over the speakers.
“And what?” Draco moved closer to him and Harry couldn't help but notice the slowing beat. Suddenly the dance girl seemed to disappear.
“Won't she miss you?” he said trying to be louder than the music.
Draco's hands slid down to Harry's own hips and he quickly backed up, away from the dance floor, away from his historical enemy. But Malfoy wasn't having it. His grip clamped onto Harry's waist and he was violently yanked back into the swarming mass of glittery dancers.
“Who?” Draco eventually asked, and Harry realized that she was just a random encounter here.
The music was so intense near the speakers that he could feel his heart beating in time to the pulse of notes. Surprised when his hands began to idly wave, he thought to himself, 'It's the drink, it's got to be.'
Draco was still swaying continuously before him, smirking devilishly. “It's ok you know!” he yelled. His hands finding their way up Harry's sides, pulling him closer, urging him to move to the music.
'Why am I not startled by this again?' he asked himself. And Draco answered for him.
He leaned in so close to Harry's face that he could smell the strawberry lip gloss, and without skipping a beat those glistening pink lips slid against his own and the little fire kindled in the pit of his stomach. He found himself kissing back, his hips swinging to meet Draco's, the music beginning to intoxicate him just like the firewhiskey.
Draco finally pulled away, his hands flurrying in time to the music, the red leather wrinkling as he swayed. “I realized I wanted you Potter.” His devil grin broadened.
'Ginny who?' thought Harry. 'Got to be the drink, has to be.' His thoughts betrayed him for a moment, and he grabbed Draco around the waist, pulling him closer, moving in time to the rhythm.
“Now, tell me Potter, why were you here tonight anyways?” and it was Harry's turn to smirk.
Author: sweetest_ink (Me)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,173
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry and all his little friends, I merely borrowed for this piece of fiction.
Summary: Post HBP, Harry drowns his sorrows and finds something unexpected along the way.
Warnings: Has totally not been betaed, all my own flaws. Watch out for blatent OOC and crazy fairyness.
It had been years since Harry had seen Draco, years that had been filled with hard work to rid the world of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, years of extra work to become the successful Auror that he was today, years to forget all the horrible things that befell him at Hogwarts. He had never expected to see him again, never in a million years. Especially now that Ginny was gone, gone just like Voldemort, a distant memory of his life before.
'Neville's one lucky guy.' he thought to himself, a fleeting image of Ginny's flaming hair, her arms around another's neck, kissing another set of lips. He took a hard swig of his drink and glanced back over his shoulder at the blonde swaying his hips on the dance floor, dancing with every flighty thing that came towards him. 'Malfoy.'
He tried to remember all the times they had incited disaster in each other, having a knack for getting the other into trouble. So much history, even for enemies. Another sip. 'He had not killed Dumbledore after all.' he thought. Draco had not killed anyone as it turned out, the war had begun and he was quite decidedly not involved.
Harry took the last gulp off his drink and set it down carefully on the bar, drawing his green leather coat onto his shoulders. He started to make his way to the exit when a very familiar voice called to him, “Hey, Potter!” He had had the gall to think he would get out of the club without being spotted.
But for once the voice held no malice, he would even be willing to bet that there was some enjoyment in that tone. “Potter!” he called again, seeming sure that Harry had seen him. He took a deep breath and turned around, hoping that the encounter wouldn't be to painful.
Approaching Malfoy he could see that whatever bias the guy had towards dancing was nowhere to be seen now, and as the music thumped in time to the swaying mass of people Draco went along with it. “Hello, Malfoy.” old anger seeped into his greeting. But strangely, Draco did not stop dancing, he merely drew Harry onto the floor and smiled, “I heard you and the littlest Weasley ended it.”
This wasn't a question, it was a statement, but Harry was appalled nonetheless that Malfoy would just casually drop it into small talk. And now that he was closer he could swear that there was a touch of glitter on those pale eyelids. “You heard that huh?” A particularly shiny female dancer came sidling up to Draco and he smirked and bounced joyfully along with her, apparently having not heard Harry at all.
He was just about to head out the door again when he felt a hot bubbling in the pit of his stomach, it had been far too long for forgiveness. He turned around and practically lunged at Malfoy, “And since when is it any of your business what goes on in mine, or anyone else's life!?”
This got Draco's attention quickly and the girl wrapped around him looked up despondently from his neck. He grabbed her hands quickly and guided them around his waist. “Potter listen...”
'This will be rich, I'm sure!' thought Harry.
Draco turned suddenly, laying his hands on his partner's shoulders and gyrating softly to the throbbing beat of the music. After all these years and he still tried Harry's patience like none other. The girls hands stayed around Malfoy's waist and he swiveled back towards Harry, a smirk a mile wide across his lips. “Whatever was between us back then is over and done with now.”
Harry thought that if he was going to talk about this sort of thing he should stop moving, it was distracting. And at that moment he noticed the flaming red leather pants that wrapped around Malfoy's legs like cellophane. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off them.
Draco caught his glance, “Like them?” he said as his arms raised into the air, mimicking his legs as they swayed. But much to Harry's relief he dropped the subject quickly. “Like I was saying, I was a different person then.”
The girl lowered herself slowly down Draco's legs, shivering wildly to the music, but he continued anyways. “I left my mother. I left home. I found something out actually.” His breath caught slightly, he had been moving for some time now.
Harry nearly winced, every time he spoke Draco's thighs rotated in time to the music and to the zealous dance slave behind him. “You see Harry, I used to think that if I hated you enough all these spotlights would shine on me.” His head bobbed slightly in the purple light of the disco. “But I see now that I really wanted something else...” He continued his shaking to the music and turned around once again, flowing up and down, his arms swirling around his partner.
“And?” Harry said, barely able to hear himself over the speakers.
“And what?” Draco moved closer to him and Harry couldn't help but notice the slowing beat. Suddenly the dance girl seemed to disappear.
“Won't she miss you?” he said trying to be louder than the music.
Draco's hands slid down to Harry's own hips and he quickly backed up, away from the dance floor, away from his historical enemy. But Malfoy wasn't having it. His grip clamped onto Harry's waist and he was violently yanked back into the swarming mass of glittery dancers.
“Who?” Draco eventually asked, and Harry realized that she was just a random encounter here.
The music was so intense near the speakers that he could feel his heart beating in time to the pulse of notes. Surprised when his hands began to idly wave, he thought to himself, 'It's the drink, it's got to be.'
Draco was still swaying continuously before him, smirking devilishly. “It's ok you know!” he yelled. His hands finding their way up Harry's sides, pulling him closer, urging him to move to the music.
'Why am I not startled by this again?' he asked himself. And Draco answered for him.
He leaned in so close to Harry's face that he could smell the strawberry lip gloss, and without skipping a beat those glistening pink lips slid against his own and the little fire kindled in the pit of his stomach. He found himself kissing back, his hips swinging to meet Draco's, the music beginning to intoxicate him just like the firewhiskey.
Draco finally pulled away, his hands flurrying in time to the music, the red leather wrinkling as he swayed. “I realized I wanted you Potter.” His devil grin broadened.
'Ginny who?' thought Harry. 'Got to be the drink, has to be.' His thoughts betrayed him for a moment, and he grabbed Draco around the waist, pulling him closer, moving in time to the rhythm.
“Now, tell me Potter, why were you here tonight anyways?” and it was Harry's turn to smirk.