Summary: Let the mind games begin!!
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Feedback: Read. Review. Please don't flame.
Characters: Harry, Draco
Warning: Stay Tuned....
Disclaimer: Passion Alley was partly inspired by Liberty Ave from Queer as Folk and one hundred percent inpspired by Harry Potter. We don't own either or make any money off of either. Yay! So enjoy!
A/N: *EDIT:ch1 has been updated*This story is being co-authored by me and my lovely sis, Elaine Potter. She's got Harry. I got Draco. We're trying this out because we love the idea of a downtown 'gay wizarding section' of London where all the LGBT's of the wizarding world hang out:). That's where my other story Living in Sin is taking place and while there is no relation between the two fics the gay universe we create will be pretty much consistent. Anyways please enjoy. I hope you find this at least a tad bit entertaining. If not that's cool too :) Thanks!!
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"Let's explore the bedroom," Pansy grinned, impishly.
"Let's… not," Draco replied, grabbing her hand and leading her back downstairs to the foyer.
"Draco!" she snapped, yanking her arm from his grasp.
"What?!" he asked, exasperated.
"We have been dating for three years! You are twenty two! We are both consenting adults, please explain to me what the hell the problem is?!" Pansy spat out in one fell swoop.
Draco looked at her. His stomach turned every time this conversation came up. He usually relied on his biting wit to keep her at bay but that seemed ridiculous now. She had pointed out all of his insecurities.
Draco Malfoy, a lady lover, Slytherin's prince, and-- a virgin. A twenty- two year old virgin.
Draco took a deep breath, "My parents will be home soon, I can't be caught in bed with you...you'd never be allowed back."
"Oh please, Draco," she rolled her eyes, "your parents adore me!"
"Oh please yourself, Pansy," Draco snapped.
"That's all I've been doing lately, since it appears you're obviously impotent," she answered back with the witty retort that he'd practically spoon fed her.
Draco reached into his pocket and fingered his wand. Deep inside his pocket, was a puking pastel he bought three weeks ago from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Draco always kept some form of these around when he knew he'd be spending too much time alone with Pansy.
He gripped the pastry and turned his head feigning a sneeze. At that moment he stuffed the treat into his mouth and swallowed it quickly brushing away excess crumbs.
"Look, there you go sneezing! Are you sick again?" she asked warily.
Draco was always 'sick' after sneezing and he pondered if Pansy was deluding herself on purpose. She had to have seen him stuff the treat into his mouth at least one time in their 3 year relationship.
Almost immediately Draco began to vomit and she backed away instinctively. Draco knew exactly what to do next as he gagged out, "Oh god, stomach flu...you better...go."
He vomited again and she lingered for just a moment longer in order to call a house elf to his aide. Draco wished she wouldn't. He was already fingering the antidote in his other pocket and he was quite tired of puking.
"I'll see you next week baby, and don't forget!" she snapped turning on her heel. Forget her birthday? As if she ever gave him the opportunity to get the coming event out of his mind for one minute.
As soon as the door to the manor was shut and then locked and then sealed-- Draco slipped the antidote in his mouth and stopped puking immediately.
"Scourgify," he murmured cleansing his puddles of sick. He then moved deftly up the winding staircase to his bedroom. Once inside he walked into his personal bathroom and brushed his teeth thoroughly.
The idea of sex with her was-- well it was revolting to say the least.
He had known her his whole life and his mother and father already viewed the Parkinsons as a part of their extended family. Nowadays, it was apparent that their courtship had been expected since birth.
Draco wanted to do the right thing. Truly he did. But his eyes were wandering. He tried to tell himself that these feelings would disappear once he eventually forced himself to consecrate his relationship with his girlfriend, but it was getting to the point that even kissing Pansy was nauseating.
Why can't I just be heterosexual? Draco pondered this question often because--well shit-- even being asexual would be better than fantasizing about...well...
He knew this train of thought would just lead him to another cold shower.
"You pale, pathetic prick," Draco accosted his reflection in the mirror, "Why don't you just grow some balls and let go of your virginity already?!"
"Still a virgin?" the mirror sniggered in response. Draco scowled and stormed out of the bathroom. His parents wouldn't be home for the rest of the weekend. Why should he sit in the manor alone and sulk all night? On a Friday night?
He raced downstairs and dashed towards the fireplace. He tossed some powder inside and directed himself to the home of Blaise Zabini. That lucky bastard was openly homosexual and his damn mother didn't give a shit one way or the other. If only he could talk his own father into feeling that way.
"What the hell do you want Malfoy?!" Blaise stood before him.
"Let's go out," Draco said.
"No way Draco, I'm going to Passion Alley tonight, you know the gay wizarding district..." Blaise drawled, "there's a quidditch tournament going on,so all of the hot quidditch players will be hanging out there."
"Well," Draco was determined to be precise with his response. He did not want to sound too intrigued or excited about this idea. He needed his tone to be dull and uninterested, as if he was only tagging along as a last resort.
"Whatever, Zabini... Pansy dumped me for the night and I'm bored soo... I'll come with." Draco could not have crafted his statement any better, and if he were dealing with anybody else, they wouldn't dare second guess his boredom.
Unfortunately, Blaise was very adept at picking up on insincerity.
"You'll come with me?" he replied skeptically.
Draco shrugged, portraying nonchalance, "Why not?"
Blaise smirked, "Alright Malfoy," his tone was daring, "I'll be at your house in ten..."
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Draco had ten minutes to panic and wonder why the hell he had decided to do this. Ten minutes to change his mind and his clothes and his hair thirty times before settling on what he originally wore.
Before long, Blaise apparated just outside of the front gate.
Draco dragged his feet the whole way out to the courtyard. He regretted every decision he had made tonight. Why? Why you idiot? He berated himself.
"Ready?" Blaise grinned as Draco approached.
Draco glowered. He felt insecure, "is this a-- ahem-- appropriate attire," he asked, pathetically. He was wearing old black slacks and a red fitted t-shirt.
"It's good enough Malfoy," Blaise waved, noncomitally, "but to be honest with you I'm fairly certain you'll be hit on...a lot."
Draco's heart beat rapidly against his chest. He hadn't bothered to pack any puking pastels and now he had the desperately strong desire to summon them.
"Don't look so scared you silly twit! It will only draw the men in faster," Blaise seemed to be demonstrating this, as now he slid one delicate hand through Draco's blond locks.
Draco forgot to smack it away. He closed his eyes and let out a soft whimper. Zabini's chuckle brought him hurtling back to reality.
"I don't want to be hit on you asshole!" Draco spat, and he was extra harsh in order to combat his previous behavior.
"Then act like you're straight, Draco. Please, by all means, convince somebody—anybody-- that you are straight..." Blaise laughed out loud.
Draco was just about to slug him, when Blaise grabbed him by the arm and whisked him away into thin air.
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Draco stood horrified in a world he never dreamed could actually exist. Passion Alley was teeming with life, people poured out of every bar, pub, and nightclub that Draco could see. The street was lit up from top to bottom. Large lampposts alternated through the colors of the rainbow like a christmas display. Signs lit up the buildings and magical fireworks lit up the night sky, flashing the logos of every quidditch team in Britain.
Draco noticed the nearest nightclub called The Dragon's Lair. Two beefy wizards, dressed scantily clad in black leather, were making out right in front of the doorway. Draco was oddly reminded of Crabbe and Goyle and he shuddered distastefully. He gripped Blaise's arm still terrified of what he'd entered into.
"Are you scared Draco?" Blaise taunted, and the blond immediately relinquished his devastatingly rigid grasp.
"Of course not!" he lied. His eyes were only just now beginning to process what was going on around him.
At a spot called The Witches Brewery he caught sight of a lesbian couple on a nearby bench. One girl was adjusting her short plaid skirt and the other was reapplying her lipstick. They both stood up giggling and disappeared into the crowd.
Cold air escaped into the August night as they passed by a place called The Haunt.
"What's in there?" Draco asked Blaise.
"You don't want to know..."
Several people held glowing quidditch paraphernalia from the most popular teams. On the magazine rack of a nearby convenience store Draco saw the face of Harry Potter. He was dressed in his quidditch uniform on the cover of the magazine, Out Wizard Now or OWN. Draco became uncomfortably warm. He had seen Potter on the cover of several magazines ever since he'd joined the Chudley Cannons and garnished even more fame for himself. The blond swallowed hard, he knew if he continued to stare at Potter's slender muscular form, leaning languidly against that broomstick he'd desire another cold shower.
The prat had certainly aged well. Potter had gone from being an average dorky freak with messy hair, acne, and glasses, to becoming one of the wizarding world's hottest gay celebrities. Draco hadn't seen him in person for five years, but he found himself secretly collecting all of the magazines and newspaper articles in which the boy who lived was pictured.
Thankfully Blaise spoke again, "Okay Draco," he began, aloof of Draco's fixated glare on Potter, "our story is that we're a couple, now hold my hand."
Draco dragged his eyes away from the many photos of Potter, and he turned to glare at his friend.
"No way, Blaise! For the millionth time it would take a miracle for you to get me onto your team," Draco said, with all the bravado of a pompous ass.
"Hey blondie," a man the size of the Hogwart's gamekeeper, had just smacked his behind.
Draco yelped and practically leaped into Zabini's arms. "I'm taken!!" he shouted unnecessarily loud.
He could feel the laughter in Blaise just aching to burst out. "Yea he's with me," Blaise concurred.
"That's too bad, you're adorable-- and I happen to have a huge... talent," the giant man grinned.
Words failed, all Draco could do was shake his head in horror.
The man chuckled and stalked off.
Blaise began howling with laughter.
"Shut up," Draco grumbled, crossing his arms.
"Come on my friend," Blaise was still smiling quite cheekily, "Let's go find you that miracle..."
A/N: It may be a while before we update. We have all of these ideas and we want them to come out good on paper first... :) Thanks for reading! And do let us know what you think... (: