A/N: This has been written for a while now, I've just been wondering which direction I'm going to take the series in. This is the first long chapter I've written, this means business! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Chance Meetings

"Come on, Harry." Ginny pulled at his arm, attempting to drag him away from the bar. Her vivid red hair flashed in the blue lighting, sapphire eyes roving wildly over Harry's features, a benign grin playing across her face.

"In a minute, Gin," he mumbled, extricating himself from her fumbling hands. She straightened up, disappointed, and pouted at him.

"Suit yourself, boring," she huffed, bending low to give him a peck on the cheek, "come find me," and she weaved away from him into the heaving crowd of dancing people.

Harry sighed and drained his glass, smacking his full lips as the alcohol burned his throat. His emerald eyes scanned the dance floor, trying to spot his girlfriend, but instead fixating themselves on none other than Draco Malfoy. He was swaying his hips in time to the pulsating music, platinum blond hair falling across his face, a loose black shirt hanging open to expose his pale chest. An arm was slung around his shoulder, hand playing at his neck.

Curious, Harry followed it past the wrist, elbow, shoulder, throat, his eyes coming to rest upon a striking face. Blaise Zabini had his other arm laced around Draco's waist, their hips glued together.

Harry spluttered. Gay? He had never expected that, although he could understand it completely.

He continued to watch the pair together until Ginny crept up behind him. Her arms snaked around his neck and he bristled.

"Shall we leave now?" she slurred, pulling at his collar, not waiting for a reply. He shrugged her off, annoyed. "What's wrong, baby?" she whispered into his ear, giggling, once again draping herself over him.

"Nothing I'd expect you to understand," he snapped, pushing her off. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet and landing with a thump on the floor. Still laughing, she got unsteadily to her feet, swaying wildly.

"Come on, Harry," she almost shouted above the music, "why won't you put out? Afraid you'll get burned, bad boy?" she growled, wobbling dangerously, grinning and dancing like a mad woman, evidently off her head.

"Just go home, Gin, you're pissed," Harry muttered, embarrassed. Why did she always do this?

"Harry," she groaned, rolling her eyes, "you're so boring."

"Well go find someone more interesting then. Just leave me alone, will you?" he quipped, agitated.

Eyes widening in comprehension, Ginny flared up. "Alright then," she proclaimed, "I will," and she flounced away towards the nearest man to prove her point.

Harry sighed again, relieved. He'd been wanting to break things off with Ginny for weeks and had got the impression she had too. After all, they hadn't had sex for at least a couple of months, despite Ginny's efforts, and Harry knew she'd been sleeping around. Ordering another drink, he averted his eyes from Ginny and Theodore Nott, both smashed, and each trying to eat the other's face.

He cast his eyes around the club, trying to find a temporary Ginny replacement for the night, but instead his eyes were drawn again to Draco and Blaise who were now entwined, lips pressed firmly together.

Harry felt a flush rise in his cheeks and quickly looked away from the couple, returning to his drink, mind wandering back to his and Ginny's most recent fight.

He had been at home, slumped on the sofa in front of some awful muggle soap when Ginny had stormed in, livid. He'd looked up to be met with several magazines being thrust into his face. "What are these?" she'd demanded, waving them furiously under his nose. He glanced down at them and blushed profusely, embarrassed and caught off guard.

"I bought them for you!" he'd tried, "I think it's hot, don't you?" His mind was racing as he attempted to switch to dirty talk to distract her.

"No, actually, I think it's disgusting," she stated, matter-of-factly, evidently not fooled. "Muggle Porn? You're not gay are you, Harry?" Ginny had always been fairly straight to the point.

"No!" he'd frantically protested, "just… curious." Ginny snorted. "There's nothing wrong with that."

She fixed him with a piercing stare. "Is this why we haven't been…"

"No, Gin, God no! I'm just stressed with work and… stuff," he'd cut in, "They mean nothing, okay? I honestly just thought you might be into that kind of thing."

Yeah, right.

Harry made to glance again at Draco and Blaise but saw that the blonde was now alone, and looking extremely pissed off.

Not a good night for relationships, Harry thought to himself, finishing his second Firewhiskey and sliding from his chair. As he left the club and entered the cool night air he heard Blaise muttering to himself as he stalked down the street. "Fucking prat, so self-fucking-absorbed… always fucking complaining… demanding little fuck…"

"Charming," came a drawl from behind him.

Harry spun around and was met by Draco Malfoy's sharp grey eyes fixed amusedly on him, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh, hi, Malfoy," Harry stammered. What? Why, all of a sudden, could he not form a coherent sentence?

"I saw the Weaslette with Theo," observed Draco, looking searchingly at Harry.

"It was a long time coming," Harry shrugged, kicking the floor.

"You don't seem too put out by the fact that you have just finished a major relationship in perhaps the tackiest way possible."

Harry flushed, but Draco continued. "Personally, I don't know what you ever saw in her anyway, Harry. She's got far too many freckles and she's crap in bed." Draco leant nonchalantly against the wall and took a drag on the Java that had been dangling from his slender fingers.

Harry gawked. He did not know Draco Malfoy had been one of Ginny's drunken conquests.

"Want one?" asked Draco, offering Harry the packet of cigarettes.

"No thanks," replied Harry, unable to keep the disgust out of his voice. Draco quirked an eyebrow at him and slid the box back into the pocket of his remarkably tight fitting jeans.

"I used to have a crush on you at school, you know?" Draco remarked after a moment's silence, eyes on Harry, gauging his reaction.

"Erm, no. I… didn't. Know that," Harry mumbled awkwardly, staring fixedly at the floor.

Draco grinned wickedly and dropped the now dying cigarette onto the ground, stamping it out with his heel. In doing so, he managed to end up standing directly in front of Harry, who pressed himself up against the wall in order to avoid getting too close to the former Slytherin.

"I still do, really," whispered Draco, sliding his tongue over his full lips. Harry let out an unconscious whine, causing Draco to lean ever closer. "Do you ever," he started softly, "think about me?" Harry didn't say anything, but Draco could guess the answer from the way Harry's lids fluttered shut, his breaths quickening.

Harry's emerald eyes flickered open again, only to be met by stormy orbs of grey staring back at him. He could feel Malfoy's arms on either side of him, his warm breath on Harry's neck.

What was he doing?

Draco leant in closer, if possible, closing the tiny gap between him and Harry, yet stopping the tiniest distance away from where Harry wanted him.

"Do it," panted the raven-haired man trapped beneath him.

With the aggression of a wild animal, Draco roughly pushed his lips against Harry's, crashing down upon him like a wave upon rocks. He forced his tongue into Harry's welcoming mouth, battling with Harry's own for the right to explore.

Pale, roaming hands slid underneath Harry's shirt, fingers tracing his spine, dancing over his skin.

Draco pressed himself into Harry, grinding their bodies together against the rough wall.

Harry's head was resting against the cool stone behind him, back arching in pleasure and want.

And then Draco pulled away, just as suddenly as he had pounced, eyes glittering.

"See you around, Potter," he called over his shoulder as he strutted out of the alley and away from the club, hand slipping into his pocket for another Java before he turned the corner out of sight.

Harry remained leaning against the cold stone wall, heart racing.

What had just happened?

Yayness! I hate smoking, but the image of Draco acting all nonchalant with smoke curling from his mouth actually turns me into jelly, so never mind.

I am definitely following this up with something (it SHOULD be up within a week… or two?), but tell me if you think I should anyway.

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