This was Harry's first trip to a gay club. If he was perfectly honest, he'd never been one for clubbing, especially in places such as this, but it was Dean's birthday and he had insisted so he'd been forced to oblige. And so it was that Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Dean and Semus were stood somewhat awkwardly at the bar in a club known as 'Heaven.' The music was loud, and the calls of 'Bittchhhh' were beginning to grate on Harry's last nerve, so he decided to drink. And it seemed as though the other members of his party had the same idea. After a while, however, they began to get into the swing of things, Hermione dragged Ron onto the dance floor and Harry was knocking back tequila like his life depended on it.

"We can live fast, fly young,
Everyday we celebrate just like we won.
Only you and I, DIY,
We found a way to live the dream until we die"

He couldn't help it, his hips began to sway and after a while Harry himself ended up on the dance floor fist pumping and shimmying along with the beat.

"L-U-V Madonna
Y-O-U you wanna
L-U-V Madonna
Y-O-U you wanna"

The music took a dip, however, and the drag queen DJ began to talk. "O.K. ladies and… ladies, it's fine to have a bit of fun up in here! I, Crystal Candelabra will be choosing two of you gorgeous gentlemen to compete for the coveted title of hottest man in heaven!" The crowd began to woop and cheer. "I will select two of you fine looking souls to dance it out and compete to win a bottle of our finest Champaign and free drinks for the entire night. Along, of course, with the official trophy declaring you the finest gay alive." Her eyes swept the room; Harry felt them linger on him before thankfully moving on. "Ahh, you!" She pointed to the left of the dance floor, "You, Blonde! Yes, you come over here sweet cheeks!" The crowd 'wooped' again as the blonde made his way to the stage, Harry strained to see his face, but a he could see was a mass of long platinum blonde hair.

"Oh my God." Said Dean from his side, looking confused and slightly worried, "Is that who I think it is?" he turned to Seamus.

"Sweet balls, I think it is. It's Draco Malfoy!" Harry eyebrows rose way above his hairline, and he began standing on his tiptoes to see through the crowds.

"Holy shit, I think it is." Draco was making his way, somewhat timidly, through the crowd to the drag queen.

"Don't be shy, come on down whilst I choose you a partner. Hummmm… You!" She pointed to a well muscled, yet undeniably pretty rugged gentleman to Harry's right. He smiled and began to walk towards Draco. They met in the middle of the dance floor, before something very strange happened. To his surprise, Draco Malfoy actually smiled. They shook hands and judging by the look on the other man's face Draco even cracked a joke. Then the drag queen descended. "So, Blondie. Where are you from?"

"Erm, Wiltshire."

And you, Mr. Tall dark and rugged?"

"I'm from Manchester." Crystal laughed,

"Humm, so it's North Vs. South. Any questions?"

"What, so we just dance?" It was Draco who asked the question.

"You never been here before?" Asked the other man, clearly flirting with the blonde. Draco shook his head.

"You ever done this before?" The man shook his head, "Well then, it looks like it's a night a firsts for both of us."

"It does indeed." The man winked,

"Alright fellas, enough flirting. You, my little chickadee" She pointed to Draco "Will perform the part of Madonna, whilst you" she pointed to the other man, "Will be Justin Timberlake. The rules are, anything goes on the dance floor, but no slut dropping or tootsie rolling. Do I make myself clear?" The men nodded. Draco raised an eyebrow and went to talk to a couple of the standers by whilst the drag queen made her way back to the DJ booth. They nodded at whatever Draco said and he turned back to face his opponent who was smirking at him.

"What do you have planned for me?"

"You'll just have to wait and see." By this time, Ron and Hermione had both made their way back to Harry and were expressing how crazy the entire situation was. Harry was just shocked, he had never considered being attracted to a man before but seeing Draco up there flirting with that ripped, bearded guy had made him all angry on the inside. The music began to play. The trumpets blared from the speaker system and Draco began to move.

"Come on boy, I've been waiting for somebody To pick up my stroll, pick up my stroll" He started out simply, stamping each foot on the ground before snapping them to the centre and turning sideways on the word 'boy.' He then extended his hand and beckoned the other man towards him with his finger for the rest of his opening parry. His opponent responded by mimicking the exact same initial foot movements but instead of extending a hand, he rolled his body backwards and raised an eyebrow. Draco tilted his head in response.

"I want somebody to speed it up for me Then take it down slow, there's enough room for both." Draco walked over to the other man in the space of four beats before grabbing his shirt and pulling him close to the words 'speed it up for me' then running his hands down the other man's body and dropping almost to his knees on the words 'take it down slow' but he was up on his feet again by the time his line ended. The bearded man, who by the shouts of 'Go John!' coming from his friends, he supposed was called John; responded by turning Draco around and wrapping his arms around his body, starting at his torso and working their way down. Until the words 'are you ready to go,' when he wrapped his hand in Draco's hair and pulled his head over to one side revealing a long neck, which he kissed. Harry was confused, he didn't understand why he was so angry and the whispers of 'fuck that's hot' and Ron's warnings that he was about to throw up only served to anger him all the more. As the chorus kicked in, Draco pushed away from the other man and put some distance between them- performing a series of intricate dance moves on his way away from his partner. As the chorus played out, the men seemed pretty toe for toe, matching each other and interacting as the music pounded out behind them; but before the end of the chorus Draco signalled to the people he was talking to earlier and they formed a two to one formation behind him. Draco turned around and winked, making his way over to the men just before the end of the chorus. As the words "sometimes I think" were sung the men lifted Draco so he was standing straight in the air, on the words "what I need" he was dropped to a throne position, with his knees spread in a horse-riding stance. The man behind put his arms through the gap between Draco's legs and as the next words were sung he flipped forward and under being pulled up to rest on the men's shoulders and mouthing the word 'Yeah' in time with the music. The crowd went wild, screaming at the display, even harry began to clap. His opponent tried to come back and in complete honesty was an excellent dancer but he seemed to be outmatched by Draco time and time again. As the song was ending, both participants gave everything they had, and finally the music stopped. It was time for the drag queen to make her decision. "Well, well, well that wasn't that exciting. This is gonna be a hard one, but I gotta go with my gut, and my gut is telling me that the winner is…. Blondie!" The crowd cheered once more and Draco was presented with a trophy, a crown and a bottle of champagne. "Truly, truly amazing, sweetheart. Is there anything you want to say?"

"Just that this is such an honour!" He laughed, "And a bit round of applause for my competitor, come on guys give it up for John!" Everyone cheered, and John took a bow.

"Well, let's hear it one more time for your champion… What did you say your name was, sweetie?"

"Michael. My name is Michael."

"Let's give it up for Michael!" Harry turned to Dean,

"Who the Hell is Michael?"