Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters; I just like to play with them.

Author's note: For those of you who have been waiting patiently for me to update "Express Yourself" I'm really sorry. I seem to have come to somewhat of a roadblock as far as that story is concerned. If anyone has any suggestions I'm totally willing to consider them and I'll give you credit. This fic comes from an idea that I had a while ago. I really wanted to start writing it before I forgot it and seeing as I didn't really know where to go with my other one I thought it would be a good time. This will be 3 chapters, the introduction, height of the action and a conclusion. Like a 3 act play, woot for drama geeks! Speaking of that this may take a bit to be updated because I've got a show in 2 weeks so I'm a bit busy. Now I'll stop taking up you time and leave you to the brilliance that it this fic. J/k PLEASE REVIEW!

The hall was empty except for a boy hidden by shadows. There was a never-ending row of doors that someone who didn't know exactly what they were looking for would get very confused by. It was the only area of the castle that lacked artwork of any kind.

The boy glanced behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed. Once he was sure he was alone the boy continued on down the hallway, his expensive dragon hide boots clicking against the hard stone floor. Within minutes he reached his destination, a large wooden door just like all the others in that hall. The only difference between this one and any other was that its handle was non-existent. There wasn't even a hole where a handle should have been.

The boy stood in front of the door with a small smile of anticipation on his face. He reached up with his right hand and knocked an intricate pattern that would have seemed to an outsider as if it were nonsense. When finished with his task the boy stepped back to wait. He didn't have to stand there long as a small compartment to the right of the door seemed to open immediately. The boy's smile widened as he reached into the compartment and pulled out a small clear vile filled with a cloudy pink liquid. He popped the top and consumed it in one gulp before putting it back where he found it. The compartment closed with a satisfying click and the door opened on it's own in towards the room behind it. The boy slid though the tiny opening with a natural grace before the door closed soundlessly.

The minute the boy crossed the threshold a loud musical beat could be heard. The room he was now in was small and dark with only a faint glow that had no visible source and only lit the room enough to see shadowy figures of cloaks on hooks. The boy took his standard black Hogwarts cloak off and hung it on an empty hook. He smoothed out the outfit beneath it, which consisted of a tight black T-shirt with a picture of a dragon on the front in silver. On the bottom were form fitting leather boot cut pants that he looked as if he was poured into. His hair as perfectly styled so that the bond locks fell around his head in a messy but hot fashion. It was the type of hair that would make someone wants to sun his or her hands through it.

Once he was sure his appearance was perfect the boy opened the door that was across from the one he had entered. The music got even louder and he was accosted with the sight of flashing lights and people dancing.

He had been waiting all week for this; it was the only thing that kept him going through the grueling school week. After taking a moment to take in his surroundings he moved around the dance floor to where a bar was set up. He sat down on a vacant bar stool and waited for the third year behind the counter to notice him. When he did he hurried over to the blond as quickly as his legs could carry him. "What can I do for you Malfoy?" The poor kid was almost fainting with nervousness as he said that.

The blond smirked at the younger boy and answered. "Get me a fire whiskey and make it a double, I've got some catching up to do." He was late today because he had to finish some of his prefect duties before he could hide himself away for the night, forget all his troubles and just be himself.

That's exactly why the legendary Marauders created the little sotto nightclub back in their 5th year. When the tradition first began it was just a party with small amounts of drugs and alcohol that had to be brought in with each gathering. It had defiantly evolved since then, now it had a constant store of drinks and mind-blowing drugs. The procedures were basically the same as when the club first opened. There were only two rules. The first was no fighting what so ever. Everyone was there to relax and have a good time and fighting defiantly got in the way of that. The second was what went on in the club stayed in the club. No one ever spoke about it outside of those sound proof walls. Failure to comply with these rules would mean a meeting with the boss and that was never even close to fun. No one really knew what happened in those meetings but the rumors were enough to scare anyone into submission. So the club ran smoothly with rare, if any, interruptions.

Security was very tight, with so many enchantments around that place that it was the safest place in Hogwarts. Unless one knew that they were looking for it was impossible to find. And even if they did find it, it was virtually impossible to get into without the code that was only understood by those who were invited.

Most people weren't invited until their 4th year. By then the boss would have had a chance to evaluate everyone and see who was trustworthy? The boss knew everything about everything about everyone. He or she would run the black market in Hogwarts. Anything that was desired could be gotten though the boss. They knew everything that was going on everywhere because of his/her spies and other connections. The holder of that powerful position began training very early in their Hogwarts career and they gave it up to the one they trained when they graduate. The amount of time one holds the position varies depending on how old the person was when their predecessor graduated.

Draco sipped his drink as he surveyed the club to see if he could find who he was looking for. Unfortunately the flashing lights made it hard to tell who was there at all, so he decided to ask the cowering 3rd year that was still eying him warily.

"Creevy, is he here tonight?" The small boy nodded and pointed to one of the back rooms that were reserved for V.I.P.s only. Fortunately Draco had clearance so he weaved his way through the hordes of dancing bodies towards the room. When he reached it all he had to do was place his palm on the wood and it swung open.

The door revealed a small office like room with a couch against the left wall and bookcases and filing cabinets against the right. The desk was large enough to fit everything that was needed without looking showy. Behind the desk, sitting in a high-backed, comfy leather chair was non other then who Draco was looking for. Upon the blonde's entrance the boy behind the desk looked up and smiled. "Hey, baby."

Draco smiled back at him and moved over to the desk and sat down right on top of what his companion had been working on. "Come out and dance with me. You can't work all night, it's Saturday."

"You know very well that 'Mione will kill me if I don't get this shipping report finished. Do you have yours done?"

"I don't have shipping reports."

"No, I mean your spy report."

Draco sighed and brushed the question off with a wave of his hand. "I gave it to that hanis bitch the morning before breakfast. Now come on!"

Harry smiled at his boyfriend of 2 years before he sighed. "Let me just finish this one so she won't castrate me."

Draco sighed and relocated his bottom to the couch where he proceeded to eat most of the candy in Harry's dish before the Gryffindor was ready. The raven-haired boy folded up his report and put it in the out box. The second it hit the bottom it disappeared.

"Is 'Miss Organization' even here tonight? I thought she had a meeting with senior Montonto."

Harry rolled his eyes from his position at his desk where he was straightening up. "She does have a meeting with Dumbledore but she'll be back soon. They needed to go over this week's activity."

"Oh." Draco said as he popped yet another candy into his mouth.

Harry glared at his boyfriend. "Why do you insist on eating all my candy every time you come in here?"

Draco smirked at the Gryffindor as he answered. "Because I enjoy seeing that look of pure annoyance that only I can be responsible for."

"Sadist."

"You know it." Draco shot back with a wink.

Harry frowned and rubbed his bottom. "Yeah, I do."

The blond laughed as he led his partner out of the office and into the nightclub. The raven-haired boy went over to the bar before they hit the dance floor. He ordered 2 shots and downed them both as Draco watched a little further away. He loved to watch Harry, always had and always would. It was defiantly his favorite hobby besides getting totally smashed and falling into bed really late at night or early in the morning, depending on how you viewed the situation.

Draco let his eyes freely travel up and down his boyfriend's form. He had defiantly grown up in more then one way since they first met in the robe shop. Back them he thought Harry was adorable. Now he was hot. His hair was still messier then sin but it was a bit longer so the weight made it fall about his head giving him the 'I just don't care' look. When the boys started dating Draco had taken Harry shopping in order to get rid of those dreadful oversized rags that he was sick of seeing him in. It was amazing how much the right cloths could really do something for a person's confidence and looks. Today the Gryffindor was wearing a simple snug green T-shirt with boot cut jeans that hugged his hips in a way that made Draco wish he could trade places with them.

It wasn't until Harry turned around that he was startled out of his daydream. The green-eyed boy sauntered over to him in such a way that it made Draco almost cum right there. Thankfully he gained control of himself and the two boys relocated to the dance floor. People made way for them as they walked by. They were not only the hottest couple at Hogwarts, hands down, but they were also one of the 2 biggest power couples. The only people who knew of their underground romance were those who went to the club. It had to be that was otherwise it would be too dangerous with Harry being the boy who lived and Draco being a spy.

The two of them moved in unison as they felt the beat of the music pulse through them. If they were any closer together they would have been inside each other. Their hands traveled freely over each other and they lost themselves completely in their own little world. If they were to look around they would have realized that they were the center of attention. There were quite a few lust-clouded eyes focused completely on them.

Halfway though their sexual mating dance the door to the club opened. If anyone had bothered to look they would have seen a largely pissed off Hermione and a mixture of a scared and angry Ron who was trying to calm her down. She immediately spotted they two boys dancing in the center of the room and made a beeline fore them.

"You 2, my office. Now!"

The two boys jumped apart as soon as they heard the voice of their 'fearless leader'. The two most powerful couples in Hogwarts made their way through the crowd of startled teenagers. This was not good. First the boss came in mad as hell and then she called a not so secret underground board meeting. Nothing like that ever happened unless something was very wrong. However most of the people in the club were either too drunk or too high to really care so within seconds of the incident everything went back to just having a good time.

Meanwhile in the bat cave, the 4 took their unspoken assigned seats. Hermione behind the desk, Ron on the couch and the gays in the two plump arm chairs across from Hermione, Harry on the left and Draco on the right. "So tell us, oh leader, what on earth has gotten your knickers in a twist?" Harry elbowed Draco for being so irritating but the bond just smirked in satisfaction. He was still upset with the girl for interrupting his semi sex with Harry.

Hermione let out a long-suffering sigh as if she was trying to stop herself from killing her spy. Ron jumped up from his seat and went to her side in order to calm her. Once she regained her control she began to speak. "Draco, can you please stop being such a dick and pull your head out of Harry's ass for 5 minutes so we can focus. We have a serious problem."

Harry really tried not to laugh at the dick comment but he couldn't help it, the alcohol he had recently consumed took control and he and Draco were soon on the floor in hysterics. "Oh for the love of…SOBERUS." Hermione shot them with a sobering charm and they immediately stopped laughing and took their seats. She then elbowed her boyfriend who also thought the comment was funny but had managed to stay in his chair.

When everyone was finally back in their seats she began the meeting. "As you know I just had a meeting with Dumbledore. Most of it was the usual crap about strange potion orders and such that you all know about. But then he mentioned something to me that led me to believe that he was suspicious of the club. Apparently there is a rumor going around that there is a place where kids go for drugs and sex. Apparently there are kids trying to find out where it. But what I want to know is how the hell we didn't know about this. Did any of you hear anything and not report it?"

The two in the chairs looked at each other and then back at the two at the desk and shook their heads in the negative. Both of them were in shock. This was bad on so many levels that it was hard to separate them. The fact that there were rumors was bad enough but it was that none of them knew about them that were so much worse. At least if they had known before it had gotten too big they could have run damage control, but they didn't even know how big it was now. Ignorance is the biggest weakness anyone could ever have.