Chance Meetings

AU/AR: Draco/Harry

(Non-magic alternate universe. Slight OOC of Ron)

Rating: M

Chapter One: Poof

"I am pretty sure that makes you poof," Ron said nodding vehemently before pulling up the magazine in question and dancing it around Harry's head.

"Admiring another man's physique does not make me a poof."

"Seriously a poof..."

"Not if I am just comparing!"

"That was so poof...glitter just got in my eye, mate. The poof glitter...its everywhere." Ron was flailing his arms around as if blinded by said poof glitter. Harry growled and snatched away the muscle man magazine. He skimmed the front page and then settled back onto the floor. Ron fell over himself and onto the floor. "Death by poof."

"You're a wanker," Harry said huffing but smiling. "Poof or not, these days, I would just like a good bloody shag."

"Why don't you just visit one of those...blokes loving blokes clubs..."

"Blokes loving blokes..." Harry eyed his friend with a suspicious brow. "Is that a poof club you are going on about?"

"Yeah, you know, where blokes go to, um, snog each other senseless and rub each others muscles and what not..." Ron extenuated by rubbing all along his arms. It all but sent him in a fit of giggles, but he smiled at his best mate before nodding.

"Never been," he started. Ron looked to start another series of mad babble, so Harry continued quickly. "Nor shall I...I may be a poof...or not, but I am not about to go shag some stranger just because I'm curious."

"That was such a poof thing to say...did you see all those beautiful pink roses sprouting around your head. You looked just like a young maiden...innocent and pure." Harry threw his pillow right at the sod's face before throwing himself down onto the bed. Harry had been curious for a long time but never daring enough to take it from curiosity to a reality. He had thought about it on numerous occasions because it seemed women were not what got him off.

"But seriously mate, when are you going to stop denying it all and just go find that bloke of your...life...and shag the bloody hell out of him!"

"Nice," Harry said rolling his eyes. "Sometimes I really wonder who is the one that is the poof."

"Don't fall in love with me, Harry. Hermione will kill you in your sleep."

"You aren't my type," Harry laughed.

"Wait wait, I don't appeal to poof ?" Ron was up and shaking Harry's shoulders. "How could you say that to me you little-" Ron put fingers to sides, and Harry went up into a fit of giggles as he was tickled clear off the bed.

"Okay! For bloody..." Harry shook off his overly excitable friend. He let out a low sigh and peered at his red-headed freckled mate. "If you go with me, I'll give a gander to that bloke club."

Ron's face changed to a mischievous grin before he was pulling him to his feet and rushing him off to the closet. "You know, I thought you would never ask."

Harry had favored his raven hair in a mess toss about his head. He wore his contacts in favor of not wanting to lose or break his spectacles. Ron had chosen a dark velvet red top and skin tight denim jeans that "made his arse look grope worthy.". It felt a bit flashy, but his friend assured him he looked "right shag-able." Whatever that meant.

Ron stopped outside of the club and elbowed Harry. "So I won't be coming in with you in fear of my arse. Last thing I need is some bloke touching my manly bits. But go in there and snog the shite out of some handsome bloke."

"Best pep talk of my life," Harry replied sarcastically. Ron answered him by pushing him forward. The bouncer, favoring his looks, let Harry right in ahead of the line. It was a compliment for sure as the other men standing in line gave him on hell of an evil eye.

The lights were blinding in the dense dry ice fog. The beat was so loud that it vibrating through his thin form, sending him into a small stumble upon entry. The heat and bodies moving in time with the overwhelming tempo was intoxicating. It made him feel dizzy with the heavy lust that weighed on him like a heavy blanket.

Harry made his way through the crowds of dancing, grinding men. His arse took a good beating along the way, and he unconsciously covered it with a hand, only for his front half to receive equal attention. It was enough so that he found the nearest set of booths and saddled himself there to watch the swarm of men dancing.

"Hey honey," a waiter carrying a tray of drinks came over. His chest was bare and covered in glitter, making Harry unconsciously smile in response. "Anything to drink, handsome?"

Harry shook his head, and the waiter pouted before setting on his next conquest.

A tall, platinum blond form emerged from the sea of men. He was dressed down in tight black leather trousers that fell into calf-high boots and a tight black tank that revealed his pale skin, a tattoo of a snake twisting around his right upper arm, and biceps that left Harry ogling in pure admiration. The blond was heading directly towards him. Sky-blue eyes bored into his with liquid intensity in which outmatched the beat of the surrounding area. Platinum spikes framed an aristocratic face with high cheek bones and a perfectly sculpted nose.

He stopped right in front of Harry's table and motioned for Harry to stand with the jerk of his head and the presentation of a pale hand, palm up. His dominating presence had Harry on his feet, grabbing the larger hand and led to the floor without a second thought.

Harry was immediately pulled tightly against the taller form, arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close as their bodies swayed to the music. Since Harry had never danced in his life, let alone with a man, he could feel his heart beating right into his ears and his throat constrict tightly. He licked his lips and the stranger watched him with a small smirk as he did.

The man leaned over, pressing his lips right to Harry's ear. "First time?"

Harry nodded his response and the smirk grew on the other man's face. Icy-blue depths sparkled with mischief, and he was pulled even tighter -if that was possible- and the tall blond was running hands all along his backside. The delicious sensations washed over him like waves. Fingers trailed along the contours of his shape before gripping his jean clad arse. He jerked at the touched and let out a small sound.

The tall blond laughed as he bent down and pressed those full lips to Harry's ear. "That's nothing."

Harry breathed as those lips roamed the flesh of his neck, tasting with hot tongue. Harry unintentionally tipped his head to make more of his neck available. The handsome blond suckled at a particularly sensitive patch of flesh that derived a groan from Harry's lips. His body was swaying on its own to the new tempo, unaware to any eyes that may befall them. All he could focus on were those devilish lips traveling the column of his neck.

Jolts of heat traveled south as the taller man suckled harder at his flesh. Soon, he could feel the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. Harry was breathing roughly to both the overwhelming heat of the room but also to those amazing sensations the blond was creating. Even more so, the fear of what all of this was creating inside of him drove him to want to leave. Pulling away, he smiled. "I should go."

He left the blond confused on the dance floor and fled.

"Wha! You were just getting to the good part..." Ron said his head in his hands and eyes round with intrigue.

"Are you sure you aren't the poof Ron?"

"Wanker," Ron stuck out his tongue but scooted closer. "But seriously, you could have been shagging a bloke! Ah the glitter! It would be bloody everywhere!"

Harry rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, guess I'm a bloody poof."

"Such a poof," Ron said nodding a few too many times. "Without a doubt Harry. Your knickers should say 'blokes enter only'."

"Sod off you wanker!" Harry said blushing slightly. "I haven't gone all the way you know."

"Yeah," Ron said nodding as if a business man and tightening his imaginary tie. "That will be our next venture, sir."

"Oh for bloody-"

"Top or bottom?"

"Top or..." Harry's eyes went wide. "That's not for you to know. Who sounds like the poof now?!"

"Still you," Ron said with a suggestive eyebrow twitch. "Do you like to give it or take it in the ar-"

"Not having this conversation!" Harry effectively silenced Ron with his hands. Ron shook him off.

"I hear it can be quite pleasurable with the ar-"

"NOT having this conversation."

"And then you scream like a woman asking 'please sir...more!'" Ron mock moaned with a contorted face. Then Ron stopped and distorted his face into a disgusted glare. "Ah hell, I got an image..."

Harry rose from his chair and sent a glare at his best mate. "I'm telling Hermione..."

Ron scrambled from his seat and was grabbing Harry's shirt before he could pull out his mobile. "You wouldn't dare you bloody bastard...she'll close her legs for so long that I may turn poof just to get some bloody action!"

Harry was smug as he gave his friend a knowing look. "Too bad you're not my type. Looks like you'll be wanking yourself off for a good long while." He drew out his mobile, and Ron was on his knees with pleading puppy eyes.

"I promise to stop teasing! Anything but Hermione..."

Harry thought for a moment before pocketing his mobile and nodding. "Right."

Harry did not return to the club. Deciding that it was a bit too much to play puff, he decided to focus on maintaining his lifestyle for the moment. When he arrived for his classes for the first time, he was surprised to see a familiar platinum blond top in his English 102 class.

Icy-blue depths regarded him silently as he walked inside. The pale man motioned for him to sit down next to him. Harry bit his lip, unable to deny the pull of the other individual and sat down. He went about to senselessly arrange his books and writing materials.

"Fancy meeting you here," the other said. He turned to nod before turning back to his things. "What's your name?"

Harry stalled before turning on those beautiful blue depths. The pale blond was even better in light. His body was muscular and the tattoo on his arm was fierce, but beautiful as it curled with each movement. Harry stopped himself staring before he responded. "Harry Potter, you?"

"Draco Malfoy," the blond one replied in a smooth voice. It brought his eyes to those lips that had tasted the flesh of his neck down to those hands that had felt him through his jean-clad hindquarters. He turned back as the professor entered the room and begun the lecture. Half way through, Harry was lost in his thoughts when a hand slid along his thigh. His surprise jerk was all he gave way to as he did his best to focus on the lesson. Fingers clasped and unclasped the flesh of his thigh before roaming upward. He batted the hand away, earning him a smirk and chuckle from Draco.

"So innocent," Draco whispered with mirth in his eyes.

"I'll have you know!" Harry almost yelled before he realized where they were and stopped before the professor could identify who it was. Gritting his teeth, he scooted away from the blond man.

As soon as the lesson ended, Harry was up and flying out of the room without glancing back. He wondered if he might be able to switch out the classes for this semester.

"Wh-oh-ho-ho! Talk about coincidence! Did you shag him?"

"I swear to-"

"Ronald!"

"Did he have sneaky fingers?!"

"Harry," Hermione said pushing Ron from his chair. He landed with a thunk onto the hard ground and groaned. Harry laughed as he looked over to Hermione. "This is your chance...he seems interested in you."

"No," Harry said lightly. "I think its a bad idea. What do I really know about this bloke?"

"That he's got a major wank-" Hermione kicked Ron who was almost off the floor so that he fell back onto his arse. He groaned again.

"You don't but that is easily changed.."

"With a good fu-" Harry coughed and sent the his mate a glare. Ron smiled but stopped talking. Hermione let out an annoyed sigh. Shaking her head, she turned back to Harry who was sipping tenderly at his iced tea.

"You should see about the two of you getting together," she suggested. "You did say that he introduced himself."

"And also that he felt me up in class," Harry reminded.

"Kinky bloke isn't he?" Ron was ignored as the two continued their chat.

"He may just need boundaries," she said simply.

"Do poofs have boundaries? I mean, with all that glitter and frolicking..."

"I'll give it a go," Harry interrupted Ron who mumbled the rest to himself. "But I can't promise that it'll turn out well."

"No sense in not trying, Harry." She smiled at him affectionately.

"Yeah," Ron added lamely. "If not, you could always get him to blow-"

"Sod off Ron!"