Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and the entirety of their world belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just like playing with them like action figures. Sexy action figures. ; D
Summary: Draco sees a mysterious black-clad, gothed-out figure in a dark nightclub and chases after him to find out who he is. When he does... Can he handle it? Dark!Jealous!Harry and Sub!Draco.
A/N: Thoughts
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Chapter 1: The Dawn of a New Beginning
Draco sat at the bar, scanning the dimly lit dance floor from someone to catch his attention. He took another swig of his firewhiskey and sighed. Why is it that they all look the same now? he thought. All the guys on the floor were dressed very "scene" -- not very gothic, as was the theme of the club. Draco looked down at his reflection in his drink and wished someone would come along and spark his interest.
As soon as he finished that thought, the doors to the club opened and a cloaked figure walked in. The figure turned and whipped off his cloak, handing it to the coat checker next to the door. All Draco got a glimpse of was a mop of messy black and green hair before the throng on the dance floor swamped him. Draco blinked, set down his firewhiskey, and walked onto the dance floor. His mercury silver eyes captured the intense green ones of the stranger. Draco made his way over to him, never once dropping the man's gaze. When he reached the mystery man, he got a good look at his body and thought, No wonder he was swallowed up like that!
It was true, the guy was hot shit. His slim, muscular torso and arms were wrapped in a tight black fishnet shirt. His flat pinkish-brown nipples could be seen, due to the fact that he wore no shirt underneath. His legs were encased in sinfully tight black leather trousers tucked into knee-high black boots. His 5'11" frame was topped by a smooth tan face. His almond-shaped eyes were heavily lined with thick black eyeliner. His messy black and green hair swung into his eyes, giving him a mysterious look. Draco was intrigued. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone aside from himself dressed to fit this theme.
Draco was, at that moment, rather glad he'd not dressed "scene" that night. He was wearing his tightest black muscle shirt and his biggest pair of bondage pants, and his makeup rather resembled the stanger's. His platinum blonde hair was streaked with blue, green, and purple, and he had a black leather cat collar around his neck, complete with leash.
The green-eyed man smiled slowly, seductively, and beckoned Draco toward the back of the club. There was a door on the back wall that he was apparently heading to. Draco smiled to himself and thought, Well that was easy and grinned. He moved through the crowd like a snake (haha!) and met up with the man at the back of the room.
"Who are y-" Draco began to ask before the man interrupted him in a distantly familiar voice.
"No questions now. Ask me later," he said. With that, the man leaned forward and caught Draco's surprised mouth with his own.
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A/N: Oooooooooooookay, new fanfic AGAIN. I wasn't sure where to take the other one; if anyone wants to check it out and give me some ideas, that would be wonderful! I think I really like this one, though. It was going to start out being a oneshot and then I might've added chapters as people reviewed, but I wanted to put this up to see if I should even continue this idea. What do you guys think? Let me know!