Title: Rediscovery
Summary: After the death of Uncle Vernon, Harry goes to Muggle London to pay his last respects. On his way there Harry thought he saw the oddest thing on muggle television- post war recluse Draco Malfoy singing and gyrating sensually in skin tight leather pants. Harry thought, surely he was mistaken. SLASH.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Character death/s (not Harry or Draco)
A/N: This was requested by Straight Lesbian and inspired by Cassidy Haley's music videos. (If you haven't seen them yet, go and youtube it! It is slashy guuh goodness XD) I didn't really like the songs much in the beginning but then after a while it grew on me. :D
This will have about 3 or 4 chapters.
This is set approximately 7 years after the war.
**
Harry put his flashy muggle sports car into park and stepped off onto the pavement. It had been a long time since he had visited the muggle world, 7 years in fact.
Once Harry had reached the age of majority he packed up his bags and moved out of the house at number 4 Privet Drive. He finished his 8th year in Hogwarts, entered the Auror Program and was now well on his way into making Head Auror.
He still often used muggle clothes, acquired several muggle cars and a mobile phone to keep in touch with the Dursleys, which did not happen often.
Harry walked into a shop. A tiny bell above the French door announced his presence. A teenage girl sat behind the counter barely acknowledging his presence, watching a small television set that blared on the counter.
Harry walked up to the counter.
"What can I do for you?" The girl asked, nonchalantly, still transfixed on the television.
"A dozen white Poppies." Harry basked in her indifference, something he seldom experienced in the wizarding world.
For the first time the girl looked up at Harry. She stood up quietly. "Hold on. I'll get them for you." She left the TV, still blaring and Harry could not resist taking a peak.
It was a music video of a blonde man, dancing as he was singing. The artist wore skin tight leather pants and gyrated erotically next to (on top of) his backup dancers, both male and female.
Harry was mesmerized.
"A real beauty isn't he? I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he's turned blokes gay." Harry almost jumped at the sound of her voice. He flashed her a coy smile and took the flowers she had apparently already placed on the counter top. She rattled off the amount and Harry gladly paid while stealing glances at the tube.
Just as the video ended the camera panned in, revealing the face of the gorgeous blonde. Harry admired the sharp jaw line, the pinkness of his thin lips, the angle of his nose and then his eyes settled on the most beautiful icy blue – grey eyes he had ever seen.
He froze realizing that he had seen those eyes before but not with such a seductive expression and not in the last 4 or 5 years. His Auror training had allowed Harry to keep his composure. The teenager handed him his change. Harry muttered thanks and made a quick exit.
He slid back into his car, placed the bouquet on the passenger seat and sat back for a few moments.
It can't possibly be him. He said to himself. But then again no one has seen or heard from Draco Malfoy in the recent years. So it makes some sense, right?
Harry started the engine and pushed the matter into the back of his mind as much as he could. The rest of the trip was uneventful. He paid his last respects and lingered for a couple of hours before politely excusing himself.
*
The next few weeks had Harry completely immersed in his work. He took on a large and high profile kidnap-for-extortion case which left him hardly enough time to sleep or eat, let alone think of the mystery blonde. The end of the third week saw the closure of the case. Harry saved the victim, a young dark haired pureblood girl. However, the same could not be said of the perpetrator, he cast a dark curse at the hero who easily deflected it. The wayward spell ricocheted around the room before finally hitting its caster, causing him to die a slow and painful death.
To celebrate the closing of the case Harry and his partner Auror and best friend, Ron Weasley decided to have an intimate get together dinner for their Gryffindor clique. Ginny, Neville, Lee, Seamus and of course the Golden Trio were in attendance in Ron and Hermione's flat.
Ginny, Neville, Lee and Ron were all in the sitting room playing a round of wizarding chess- Ginny and Neville versus Ron and Lee.
Seamus was in the kitchen helping the very pregnant Hermione attend to the cooking. Harry was the last to arrive. He entered through the backdoor which lead directly into the kitchen. He set down a small brown paper bag on the kitchen island counter top. The mystery package croaked and twitched slightly, the one and only vice of the man-who-lived. Harry then went over kissed Hermione's cheek as he mumbled a greeting to Seamus.
He sat himself beside Hermione who sat across from where Seamus sashayed stirring and chopping and adding and tasting. Hermione contentedly rested her chin on her palm.
Seamus grinned at his audience, using a wooden spoon as his make-shift microphone. He half hummed, half sang a song that felt familiar to Harry's ears. He realized it was the song he had heard when he was in the muggle flower shop.
"Didn't know you still kept up with muggle music." Harry said with a quirked eyebrow.
"Sure do, Hermione and me, both." Seamus said light heartedly as he added a pinch of salt and other various spices to his pot.
Hermione contributed little to the conversation. She sat contented one hand on her belly, the other bringing a glass of pumpkin juice to her lips- a beverage that she just had to have since she started carrying.
"You know what's odd?"
It drew a nonchalant "mmm?" from Hermione and an over eager "what?" from Seamus.
"I came across that video when I went back to muggle London just the other week and the artist… well… I thought he sort of looked like Malfoy."
Hermione choked a little on her pumpkin juice and exchanged looks with their would-be-chef.
"Errr. I hate to break it to you mate but he just doesn't look like Malfoy. He is the one and only Draco Malfoy."
"What?! How?" Harry exclaimed. "Wait…You knew?"
"Well we've known for quite a while now since we both still regularly visit our muggle relatives. He's quite the star there now." Hermione explained.
"We didn't think you'd really care mate."
"Well of course I don—" Harry was cut off when Ron peaked his head into the kitchen.
"I hate to rush you guys but we're kind of getting hungry out here." Ron said. "Oh! hey Harry!"
"Food will be ready in a few minutes Ronald. Make sure the table's all set." Hermione told her husband.
"Already taken care of." Ron replied smiling sweetly at his wife before disappearing once again into the sitting room.
Harry sat in his chair still unable to get over his disbelief. Draco Malfoy, snotty pureblood, muggle-hater was now living in the muggle world as a muggle celebrity. He didn't know why the knowledge made such an impact on him when clearly Seamus and Hermione knew and didn't spare another thought on it.
The rest of the night passed by like a blur, Harry's brain nagged him to find out more about the blonde. He reasoned to himself that it was just curiosity of coming across one of the most reclusive wizards since the war and the fact that Draco Malfoy, his pointy faced, pureblooded, snooty childhood rival was now a blood-curdlingly hot and sexually ambiguous muggle superstar.
***
TBC
Thank you for reading! Review? Cookie?
