A/N This is SLASH if you don't like it don't read. This is my first slash story and it is unbetad so please be gentle with me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe and anything else you recognise.

Warnings: H/D SLASH, drinking, smoking, clubbing…

Chapter1

It was a normal day in Little Whinging and Harry James Potter aka The boy who lived was bored out of his mind. Yeah sure, the sixth year was eventfull and he still mourned Dumbledores death, but he had absolutly nothing to do in the summer holidays before school started.

A lot of people would call him a cold hearted bastard if they knew, that he didn't really care about Dumbledore's death. It was all just a well planned act for him. After all he was his pawn long enough and now it was time for him to take control of his life. But people remained as clueless as ever and they didn't know what was going on in the head of their perfect little hero.

Yes it really was time for him to take control and defeat Voldemort on his own…but this time for good. Only one question remained, should he reveal his true colours to the wizarding world or not?...Naaaaah it was just to much fun playing the perfect gryffindor. Besides he rather liked Ron and Hermione even though they really annoyed him. They were after all his first friends and they stuck by his side through good and worst. Gah… now that sounded like they were married. YUCK!

The more he thought about the subject the more bored he became. There was really nothing to do in Little Whinging if you were a teenager. Except if you wanted to be like Dudley and your definition of fun was beating the crap out of people younger, smaller and weaker then you.

But Little Whinging was only a part of Surrey and Harry itched to explore it. But it wouldn't do him any good if he went out in Dudley's old clothes. It was a good thing that he went to the local clothes store and bought a new pair of black jeans and the first T-shirt he found that fit him. He changed his clothes and quickly escaped the house before the Dursley's saw him dressed like this. It would only cause unwanted questions to arrise.

He walked to the bus station and waited for the next bus out of this boring place. After he arrived in muggle London he imediatly started wandering aimlessly on the streets. He suddenly started feeling thirsty. With a new goal in his mind he started searching for the perfect club to satisfy his thirst. He passed several diffirent pubs and clubs but none of them really caught his attention.They were all really stuffed after all it was friday evening and the only thing he wanted was a clean place to sit and something alcoholic to drink.

He decided on a quiet nearby club that had no line in front of it. The name of the club was Heaven. He found out it had a expensive entrance fee but it was well worth it. Unlike other clubs it was clean and nearly empty. When he sat down he finnaly noticed that most of the couples there were homosexual.

'What the heck?' At the same time he saw a huge banner hanging from the ceiling ''Shine your halo and spruce up your wings - whether you like boys, girls, or a bit of both, everyone's an angel in Heaven!'' 'Why the hell do I always get myself into these kind of situations?' He wasn't used to people being so open in public it made him a nervous blushing wreck.

The bartender brought him a drink. He warily looked down on it and asked what it was. The bartender answered: Malibu screw. At that point of evening Harry didn't want to know why the heck it was called that. He drowned the beverage in one gulp. A sweet voice brought him out of his musings and he froze in his seat. He felt like someone poured ice water over his head.

''Well, well, well what do we have here?''…

Ha ha ha a cliffhanger! The next chapter will come but I only hope that it will be soon! Oh and the club Heaven does exist I haven't made that one up.

Bye

Ewchyka