The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut
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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut, as well as the lyrics "you're a selfish little whore," "if I had my way," and "This is no beginning, this is the final cut," belong to Coheed and Cambria, from their album Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume 1: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness

"You're a selfish little whore"

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The steady pumping of the bass thrummed thickly through the dimly lit room, though it was hard to tell if the vibrations running through the floors came from the amps on stage or the stomp of several hundred feet on the floor. On stage the guitarist pressed his mouth closer to the mic, a curtain of curly dark hair obscuring his face from view as the haunting voice pierced through the noise and chaos of the dark club.

There was no magical, ethereal glow surrounding a cloud of silvery blonde hair, no glittering silver eyes reflecting the blue lights on the stage. Clad in a simple pair of dark black jeans and a black collared shirt, Draco Malfoy was, if anything, entirely unnoticeable. In a crowd of teenagers sporting spiked hair and a collection of tattoos peeking out from artfully torn clothing, the blonde blended seamlessly into the background, even as a pixie-like girl rode the wave of hands above his head, and a crew-cut boy took an elbow in the face to his left.

Harry Potter found him casually leaning against mid air, one hip jutted out in a comfortable stance as he crossed his arms loosely over his chest. Draco's grey eyes watched the stage through a slightly narrowed stare, and his lips brushed occasionally over the lyrics, the whispered words lost in the screams of the flailing mosh pit in front of them.

"Malfoy."

Draco did not turn to acknowledge Harry's presence, did not even flinch as the other man placed one hand rather intimately on his hip to grab his attention. Nonplussed, Harry stepped forward, a second hand curving around the side of Draco's torso, holding the man several inches in front of Harry.

"A muggle club. How creative."

With a slight tightening of his wrists, Harry pinned the blonde against his chest, curling his lips slightly against his ear.

Draco slowly took one step backwards, and then another, pressing his captor through the crowd behind them and towards the dank, filthy wall. The moment Harry's back hit the peeling paint the blonde felt himself whirled around and slammed against the wall, a firm leg pressed between his own, hips pushing back against his, two hands roughly jerking his wrists to opposite sides of his head.

"I told you to get – out"

This time it was Draco's lips against Harry's ear, teeth grazing sharply against more than one of the piercings normally hidden by the dark hair.

"You're a selfish little whore"

Harry shifted his hips forward, pressing Draco further into the wall as the blonde bit back a moan.

"I swear, Potter, if I had my way…"

Harry's lips smashed against Draco's with a violent snarl, teeth clacking angrily against each other, tongues roughly forcing their way through lips, grappling for dominance. Wrenching his hands out of Harry's grasp, Draco thrust them into the brunette's curly hair, roughly pulling against the dark locks as he jerked Harry's head back, lips moving towards the pale, sweaty neck.

"If you wanted me to leave," Harry breathed, tickling the hair behind Draco's ear, "you would have picked a different band."

This is no beginning,
this is the final cut.