Fic: Music, makes the people, come together
Title: Music, makes the people, come together.
Characters: Harry/Draco with Colin, Neville, Fred, George and Theodore and a mention of Hermoine/Krum
Summary: Can't decide what music to listen to? Then let the all new - iHarry - choose it for you.
Warning: Booze, drugs, Rock 'n Roll and more than a little implied slash
A/N: I don't condone the use of drugs, however, I also don't condone not using drugs, it's your choice. p.s. the blue ones are great
Rating: M 15
Prompt: "Would you like the red or the white sir?" for AWDT
Word Count: 1251
Additional: This one sorta got away from me... bad H/D *smacks* they get me in the troubles, so much.
Tuesday: Potter residence
"Oh, here's something we can go to."
"Is it Country? If it is, I want you to know, and I mean this in the nicest way Harry, I FUCKING hate Country music. Blame Aunt Bella, always playing that incessant Kent Rogers and Garth something or other. Seriously, how many songs can you wirte about, trucks, horses, dead dogs and your mother? 'I've been lonesome in the saddle, since my horse died.', really where do they come up with it? So, what is it?"
"Um, nothing, doesn't matter."
Wednesday: Brixton Academy - The White Stripes
"Make it stop, Potter."
"I take it you don’t like it?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No. It sounds terrible." Draco shook his head.
"Well I suppose we could go listen to some chamber music or something classical?"
"That is what father listens to. I want to find music that I like," Draco looked up at the thrashing red clad body on the stage, "and that’s not it."
They made their way through the thrashing crowd of sweaty teens and headed toward the door.
"What about Hermione and Krum?" asked Harry, looking back into the throng.
"What about them?" Draco replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him out into the night.
Thursday: The Palladium - El Divo
"Would you like the red or the white, sir?" asked the waiter, impatiently
"Are you doing this deliberately?" ignoring the man hovering beside the table
"What?" Harry smirked, knowing exactly what Draco meant.
Draco pointed at the stage, a look of utter disgust painted across his fine features.
"Would you like the red or the white, sir?" the waiter looked at them despondently.
"The red, no, the white, no, wait, give me both." Draco grabbed both bottles and sloshed wine into their glasses.
"Whatever it is that they’re doing, I don’t like." Draco moaned, lifted one of the glasses and slugged its contents down.
"Well, you’re not really helping, are you?" Harry replied.
"You’re the one who’s supposed to be broadening my horizons, exposing me to new things."
Friday: Wembley Arena - Metallica
"Want another drink?" Harry asked.
"What?"
"Would you like another drink?"
"Potter, you’re going to have to speak up, I can’t hear you over this infernal racket."
"That ‘infernal racket’ is called Heavy Metal."
"Who’s idea was it to come here?" asked Draco.
"Colin, he’s a big fan. He suggested the Slayer/Slipknot double bill, but I thought that might be a bit extreme."
"Can you get me a drink?" Draco shouted.
"What?" Harry yelled back, cupping his hand to his ear.
"A drink. I need a drink."
"Yeah, I know, I can’t think either." Harry shouted.
"No, you Muggle. A drink, I need it, to get drunk enough to drown out this… oh, forget it."
Harry grabbed the glass of beer from the bar and held it out for Draco. Frothing white foam spilled over the edge and down his hand. Draco looked at him, then the glass, then back at him, each with the same amount of disdain.
"Call this what you will, Harry, it’s just not my cup of tea."
"Didn’t think it would be, but it was worth a try."
"Creevey looks like he’s enjoying himself." Draco pointed at Colin, who was shirt-less and had mascara running down his cheeks, "but I’m not staying any longer."
Saturday: Ministry of Sound - Tiesto
"Well everyone seems to be having fun here."
"Mmmhhh." Harry replied, slurping from a bottle.
"So this is…?" Draco looked at him, already obviously enjoying himself more than he had.
"Dance music, actually, I think Fred called this, Trance."
Draco laughed.
"I can see why. They all look like they’re mesmerized by that guy up there in that tiny box."
"That’s the DJ." Said Harry.
"What’s he do?"
"He’s the disc jockey, he…" Harry tried to explain.
"Rides the discs?" Draco asked, sarcastically.
"It’s what they call a person who…ugghh"
Harry felt Draco’s elbow crunch into his side.
"Whoa, who the hell is Fred kissing? He’s hot, whoever he is." Draco asked, mouth agape.
Harry squinted through the strobe lighting, lasers and smoke.
"Um, Draco, I think its George."
"Ah, oh... OH!" Draco’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Two sweaty arms were suddenly draped over their shoulders and Neville Longbottom slipped between them.
"Harry, Draco. I’m having the time of my life. Those pills that Fred gave me are the best. It’s like all that exists now are clubs, drugs, Muggles and smarties, want one?" Neville held a box of the multi-coloured sweets out to them.
"Neville, are you alright?" Harry asked looking a little worried.
"I’ve never felt better. I’m hear with all my friends, having the time of my life. Draco has anyone ever told you have lovely skin?" Neville’s moist fingers slid down Draco’s face, "Harry, you are so lucky." Neville kissed Harry on the cheek.
Then, with a pat on each of their arses, Neville dove from their grasp and into the miasma of gyrating bodies.
"Harry."
"Yes?" Harry looked into the coloured lights and sweating, heaving crowd.
"I want what he’s having." Draco insisted, pointing at Neville, who was conversing with the twins, who in turn were pointing toward Harry and Draco.
"How about I just go and get us some water?" asked Harry.
Sometime late Sunday afternoon: Potter residence
"I love you, Harry." Draco cooed.
Harry slid his hand around Draco’s nape and up through his mussed hair.
"I love you too."
"That thing you did with your tongue; I was in ecstasy." Draco drawled.
"That was me." a muffled voice said from beneath the covers.
"Neville?" they said in unison.
Harry and Draco lifted the covers together and saw the sleepy and obviously happy face of Neville lying between them.
"I have this image of someone sucking my dick, actually, two someone’s." Harry asked, a clearly delerious Neville
Harry twisted to give Neville more room to answer and heard a thud, as something fell from his side of the bed onto the floor.
"Ouch. That would have been Theo and me"
Harry spun around and saw a flash of ginger and the naked arse of George Weasley bobbing up from the floor.
"George! What are you doing here?" yelped a surprised Harry.
"I’m Fred, George is in the shower with Theodore." Fred grinned, pulling a discarded sheet around him.
"Oh, Fred, I think I’ve got your underwear on." said Neville, his head finally coming out from under the covers.
Harry felt a tap on his shoulder, dreading what could possibly happen next, he turned. Draco was grinning from ear to ear, like the cat that got the cream. Over his shoulder, George emerged from a steam filled door, naked as the day he was born.
"Morning, er, afternoon, fellas." George smiled.
"Was that you who was fucking me while I was sucking Harry off?" Draco asked
"Probably, but I got a bit confused after Theodore climbed in with us. I can’t remember if I was fucking him or Harry or if they were both fucking me." George laughed.
"What were those pills called?" asked Draco.
"Ecstasy." said Neville, sitting up between them, "I think we had red horseshoes or it could have been white knights."
Harry looked around the room at the boys in various degrees of undress. They certainly must have had a wild night.
"Harry," Draco’s voice crept around Neville.
"Yes?" Harry peered around and saw the wicked grin on his lovers face.
"I think I’ve decided what sort of music I like."