The Shadow Lounge

[kevin_montague]

The Shadow Lounge - Open to anyone.
Who : Kevin Montague and __________.
Where : The Shadow Lounge - A renowned gay club in Soho, open to both members and none members

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[sassy_malfoy]

Draco flashed the host his membershipcard and was imediatly excorted to a private both on the balcony.

He really needed to let out some steam tonight.

If Draco had to admit to himself, he was actually getting a little bit nervous about moving into the house. It wasn't Neville that had made him this nervous, even though that idiot had managed to get under his skin with that last remark about his parents.

No... It was Harry that was making him anxious. Draco had time and time again seen how dangorous Harry could be if you really made him angry. But when Draco was around Harry, he found himself acting like a child who couldn't stop pooking a sleeping bear, even though he new it was dangorous. It was just so easy to push Harry's buttons and it had always excited Draco way to much to see Harry lose his calm.

Draco breathed a heavy sigh and took a sip of the champagne that had been brought to his table. He gazed down over the dancefloor and spotted Kevin Montague at the bar. Draco sucked in his breath at the sight of that fine Slytherin. Ever since he was 12, he had always been fascinated by Montague. They had never hung out, only as Quidditch captain and seeker. But Draco will always remember him as the first guy he ever fantasied about.

Draco smirked to himself: "Maybe this is the time to make fantasy a reality." He emptied his glass and walked down to the bar.

[nevilletherebel]

Stepping away from the bar, Neville slid carefully into the half naked dancers, and cavorted and swayed carefully towards the recognisable flash of blonde hair. One man ground most uncomfortably against him, and almost spilled his drink, but finally he melted from the crowd into existence again, stepping into Draco's way.

"An interesting place to be finding you," he remarked, dryly, stepping closer and sipping from his glass. "Especially after your comment about me and Harry being gay."

Now he stopped, barely an arm's length away from Draco, and smirked his best smirk - the one he'd been practicing in front of the mirror in an effort to be scary like Professor Snape if he could. Unfortunately it often ended up looking cheeky instead, which was terrible.

"So," he said, evenly, "Is there something you want to tell me, Malfoy?"