Summary: Veela strippers, vampires, bachelor and bachelorette parties, oh and the wedding of the century.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I just get to have fun with characters :)
12 hours before the ceremony: 2:59 am on May 28, 2007
The music of the strip club thudded so loudly one could hardly hear one's own thoughts, nevermind listen to a drunken best man's toast.
"Drakey, my man! I can't believe you are finally taking the plunge. Here's to your balls forever belonging to one woman," Blaise cheered, raising his glass of firewhiskey to the man of the hour.
"Cheers," shouted the other gentlemen at the table.
Draco rolled his eyes at his best mate's antics. He hadn't really wanted a celebration but Blaise had insisted. In fact, him and Ginny had both disregarded the wishes of the bride and groom and planned a stag and hen night the night before the wedding, surprising the pair. It was really the last thing the couple had wanted to do but their friends insisted that it was a rite of passage that could not be ignored.
But Blaise wasn't done with his toast, "My best mate, gone from the single life forever. It was a great 10 years we spent gallivanting around the world, shagging anything that would look our way."
Lies.
Draco snorted, "Speak for yourself, mate. I had very discerning tastes while you needed to be checked for STDs on a regular basis."
In fact, Draco's sex life had hardly counted as a sex life for the past 6 years. He had been too busy running his business to focus on women, much to his best mate's chagrin. And once he had found Hermione, well he really didn't need anyone else.
Not to be deterred, Blaise continued, "But now, you will belong to the smartest witch of our age, the Golden Girl, the assistant Minister of Magic, soon-to-be ruler of the wizarding world. Just think, Drakey, you are going to be like the First Man of the Wizarding World, arm candy extraordinaire."
"Cheers to being arm candy," said Harry, clinking his glass against Blaise's.
"You would know, Potter. Even though you are Head of your Department, you will be forever be known as the husband of the Savior of the English Quidditch team, Mr. Ginny Potter," smirked Draco.
Harry just grinned and clinked his glass with Draco's.
'How had they gotten to this point?' Draco thought as he looked around the table at the people who had come out to celebrate his ending bachelorhood. Blaise and Theo had always been there, as they were all Slytherins but Ron and Harry had come after he had starting dating Hermione. All it had taken was Draco popping Harry in the face for suggesting he was using Hermione and after the fight that had left them all in St. Mungos with internal injuries, they had decided to let bygones be bygones and formed a tentative friendship revolving around alcohol and quidditch.
Ron wasn't paying attention to the conversation. His full attention was drawn to the stage where a pair of veela were undulating on the stage in rhythm to the pounding beat inside the club, tits hanging out, booties twerking and silver hair flowing around their bodies in an erotic manner. Before any of them could stop him (not that they would have any way), Ron threw back his drink, stood up and moved up onto the stage where he began to dance between the two Veela.
Pulling out his phone, Blaise hit the record button, capturing this moment for all of them to enjoy at a later date. Ron had never really gotten over his weird obsession with Veela women so this action came as no surprise to the rest of the group.
They proceeded to watch in horror as Ron began to gallop around the stage, pulling his shirt up over his head and the whipping it around above his head as the Veela cheered him on. Merlin, how much had Ron had to drink?
Draco couldn't look away from the train wreck in front of him.
"Harry, you should do something," he murmured to Harry.
"Are you kidding me?" Harry smirked, "that bastard let me run through the fountain in the Ministry naked during my stag night. He's not getting any help from me."
"Oh Merlin, he's undoing his pants. I came to see naked tits, not dick," Theo drawled before shooting a stunner at Ron who fell over with his pants pulled halfway down. He promptly fell off the stage, landing on a table and smashing the drinks of a group of vampires, who turned angrily to see who had caused the idiot to fall.
"Well done, Nott," Blaise shouted as he and the rest of the group stood up, threw money on the table to cover their drinks and took off running out the door, leaving a stunned Ron, half naked on the table. One thing they had learned long ago is to not mess with vampires.
"Are we going to get Ron?" Draco questioned as he jogged out the door behind Harry and Theo.
"Nah, we will call the Knight Bus and have Stan come pick him up later," Blaise laughed as they raced toward the apparition point.
"Hermione is going to kill us if he's not there in the morning," Draco replied, "I have to go back and get him."
"Well ladies and gents, Granger has turned our Slytherin Prince into a Gryffindor pussy," Theo said, "you are on your own, Draco. I'll see you back at the Manor."
Draco looked around at the rest of the group, "Are none of you going to help me?"
Blaise answered by disapperating on the spot and Harry just said, "naked, running through the fountain. Someone took a picture and I was known as the 'Man who freed his willy' for months."
And he disapperated as well.
"Bloody hell," Draco muttered before turning around and heading back into the club. He peeked around the corner to see what was going on and saw that the manager had brought another round of drinks for the vampires to keep them from attacking Ron, who was still sprawled half-naked on the table.
Draco pulled out his wand, pointed it at Ron and whispered, "Enervate."
With a jolt, Ron's legs straightened and he once again smashed the drinks on the table as his legs straightened. Draco could see Ron looking around confused as to why he was naked on a table and not dancing with the now naked veela.
"Bloody fucking idiot," Draco growled, deciding that if he was going to be a Gryffindor pussy, he might as well commit 100 percent. Taking a deep breath, he strolled around the corner and walked straight toward the now fanged vampires who were glowering at Ron with a blood thirsty look in their eye.
"My dear gentlemen," Draco greeted, arriving at the table, "you will have to excuse my friend's idiocy. He really can't hold his alcohol and Veela make him horny as hell, as you can see by the woody he's currently sporting."
Everyone, including Ron, looked down at his pants where low and behold was a prominent erection. Ron quickly pulled up his trousers and slide off the table, stumbling to come stand behind Draco.
Draco meanwhile had pulled out 20 galleons and passed them to the manager, "Please let me pay for the drinks for the rest of the night for the inconvenience my friend has caused here. We will be leaving now and I promise that my idiot of a friend, an acquaintance really, will never step foot in this club again."
As he and Ron made to turn away, the vampire on the right grabbed his arm, saying, "You speak pretty but we require something more than replaced drinks for the embarrassment your friend caused us."
Trying in vain to pull his arm free of the vampire's grip, Draco asked, "And what would that be?"
"A bite," the vampire hissed, showing off his incredibly sharp fangs.
Pushing Ron in front of him, Draco said, "Feel free to bite him anywhere. Take a nice long pull of his blood. I've got plenty of blood replenishing potions at home."
Ron looked at Draco in shock as the vampire quickly pushed Ron's shoulder length ginger hair to the side and bite down where his neck met his shoulder. Ron yelped in pain but then it turned into more of a groan as the vampire sucked and sucked.
After about 5 minutes, Draco tapped the vampire on the shoulder, "While I would love for you to drain him dry, he's part of my wedding tomorrow and I need him alive."
The vampire released Ron's neck and Ron slumped down onto the floor, still in shock. Draco grabbed Ron's shoulder and hauled him to his feet moving them in the direction of the door but before they left, he bid goodnight to the vampires, placing another 20 galleons on the table.
As they made their way out of the club, Draco turned to Ron and gave him a quizzical look.
"Who knew you had such a kink for creatures? You need to go the restroom to rub that out?" Draco asked point to Ron's erection that had once again popped up.
"Shut up," Ron muttered, "let's just go."
"Are you sure you don't want to apply to be the new professor of magical creatures at Hogwarts? You'd have your fair share of magical creatures to get your rocks off with," Draco grinned at the man whose face now matched the color of his hair.
Ron strode off to the apparition point and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Draco smiled to himself as he turned to look back at the club. What a night.
AN: So this is my first time writing any M rated so please let me know what you think with a review.