Disclaimer:JKR's. Not mine.
Susan glanced in the mirror before walking out the door of her apartment. It said, albeit sleepily, "You look odd, dear." Susan rolled her eyes, and didn't bother to respond. She had been dressing like this for a month or so now, every other night. Tired of the wizarding world, she had started to haunt muggle bars, where the most concern lay in whether they were asked to dance or not. Tugging absently on her shirt, she glanced around, to make sure no one was around and apparated quickly, to an alley just outside her favorite bar. A barrage of noise hit her and she relaxed. To her, it seemed almost a different world than the one she lived in normally.
Checking one last time to make sure nothing about her gave away her identity as a witch, she entered, pausing dramatically, in case anyone noticed her. She made her way over to the crowded bar and ordered a beer. Glancing around the bar, she noticed Brian. Grinning, she grabbed her beer and walked over. "Hey, beautiful. How are you?" She said, and plopped down on his lap.
"Same to you, darling! How are you?" Brian said, cheerfully.
"Absolutely lovely!" Susan grinned down. Getting up, she settled herself in a spare chair and let her gaze wander around the smoke-filled room. Her eyes caught on a handsome man, who she couldn't take her eyes away from. His long black hair and his sharp features, she couldn't glance away. Suddenly, she heard a gasp from behind her.
"Oh my God" a shrill voice called out. "Are you Jack Davis?" A high pitched giggle assaulted Susan's ears. Susan tore her eyes from the enigmatic man and glanced behind her. A woman was standing there, staring at the brooding man who looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but there.
Susan frowned and turned to Brian. "Who is Jack Davis?" She asked, her eyebrows knitting.
"Don't you know? He's only the most gorgeous rock musician. I can't believe that I didn't notice him!" Brian said, looking half serious. "Too bad he's straight." A mischievous smile crossed his lips. "You could have him! Then you can tell me all about him!"
"What! NO!" Susan cried. "If he's famous, as you say he is, no way am I approaching him!"
"Fine." Brian said. "You'll live with the knowledge that you could have met a handsome, famous man and gave it up."
"I wasn't a Gr…" Susan trailed off, clapping a hand over her mouth. She had almost given away her identity as a witch.
"You weren't a what?" asked Brian, looking at her curiously.
"Nothing, just groups my elementary school came up with that I sometimes remember." Susan said, hurriedly.
"Alright…"Brian said, looking suspiciously at her.
"Er, yeah." Susan said, now bright red. "So! How about some billiards? I'll beat your ass!" She said, jumping up. Walking over to the pool table, she felt a prickly sensation on the back of her neck. Her reaction was quick, since she had been a member of the DA and part of the last battle. Spinning around, she spotted Davis' dark brooding eyes watching her. Smiling brightly she waved at him and turned around again.
"Ha! I win!" Susan cried triumphantly.
"That was a fluke!" Brian protested.
"Just like all the other times, right?" Susan smiled at him, saucily. Glancing at her watch, she said "I have to go! Places to go, things to do, in the morning, I need sleep!" She said. Picking up her bag, she walked out the door and glanced around. The street was relatively empty, a few people in the distance, who wouldn't notice her disappear into a dead-end alley and not reappear. Quickly, she turned into it only to walk straight into a wall of muscle. Taking a step back, she quickly apologized. Looking up at his face, she could tell it was Jack Davis, the supposedly famous rock star that had been in the pub.
"It's alright. The question is, are you alright?" He asked, in a deep rolling voice.
"Fine." Susan said shortly.
"Yoo-hoo! Ja-ack!" the same shrill voice called.
"Oh no." Jack muttered under his breath. "Hide me!" He pleaded, in what seemed to be an uncharacteristically panicked tone.
"Er.." Susan said, startled. Shrugging to herself, she grabbed Jack's wrist and dashed to the end of the alley, where she knew there was a door that led to a back room of the Leaky Cauldron. She only hoped they would stay there a short amount of time. There were a few signals of magic there, and she didn't want to have to obliviate him. Pulling him in, she closed the door and pressed her ear to it.
"Where are we?" Jack asked, looking around curiously. "I didn't realize there was a door back here."
"Er, just the storage room of a store that a friend owns." Susan knew Tom, but she certainly wasn't best buddies with him. She sincerely hoped that he didn't come back and find her there. In fact, it would probably be better to go in front and warn him not to come back. Davis shouldn't see him, as he would be dressed in muggle clothing. "Wait here, I'll just tell him that we're hiding back here." She turned to go.
"I'll come with you!" Davis said, taking a step forward.
"NO!" Susan cried before she could stop herself. At his curious look, she bit her lip, thinking. "Er, I mean, I'm only going to be a second. I"ll be right back," she said, holding her hands in front of her, as if it would stop him, and backed away. Slipping through the door, she walked over to where Tom was serving drinks and muttered in his ear. "Tom, my name's Susan Bones, I've got a muggle in the back-he's famous and needed to hide from someone for a minute. Please, don't come back. We'll be gone soon, I promise." She whispered.
"That's fine, Susan, how's your Aunt?" he said, glancing at her.
"Fine, doing wonderfully as the Minister." Susan said and went back to the storage room. She found Davis sitting, leaning on a wall, his hands in his hair, his head facing down. "Um..Mr. Davis? Are you alright?" she asked, kneeling down next to him.
"Mr. Davis." He snorted derisively. "Why don't you call me Jack? Just like every other woman out there." He asked bitterly.
"Er…because I don't know you?" Susan said, a little surprised.
"Sure you don't know me. But you know me all the same, or you think you do." Davis said.
"Actually, no. My friend had to point you out and tell me who you were. I had no idea you existed, before tonight." Susan said, honestly.
"Really?" Davis said, glancing up at her.
"Really. You can talk to me, you know. I won't tell anyone." Susan said, looking at him. She took his hands and squeezed them. Going red at what she had done, she looked away and sat, slightly far away from him.
"I might take you up on that, you know." He said, thoughtfully. Standing, he offered her his hand. She took it, and stood up. Glancing at the door into the entrance to the wizards' pub, she opened the door to the muggle world, hurriedly. Without trying to seem anxious, she hurried Davis through and followed, closing the door, perhaps a little too firmly.
"Well, if you want to find me, I'm at this pub, every Friday." Susan said.
"Alright." Davis said, walking out of the alley, assuming that Susan was following him. "Could I-" he broke off when he noticed she was no longer there. How odd, he said to himself. Doubling back, he glanced in the alley, which was deserted. He couldn't even see the door they had entered. He figured that it was because it was dark. But..where could she have gone? He didn't even know her name. Turning on his heel, he walked back to his apartment, puzzling over the mysterious woman.