A/N: I got this idea while watching Pirates of the Caribbean 1, the scene where two of the pirates have to dress up as women to act as a decoy. As I mostly read slash (my HP het reading experience can be counted on one hand…) this was the result. The story is set two years after the defeat of Voldemort and his army in Harry's 7th year. Harry is now 19, Severus 39.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, I'm just messing around with the characters.

This story shows both Point of View's, each in a chapter.

It was the summer holidays, two years after Potter defeated Voldemort.

When that had happened, during Potter's seventh year, I finally got my favourite hobby back. You see, I absolutely enjoy the company in the muggle Goth Clubs. More often than not, I actually found someone to go home with, most of the time male, but occasionally female as well. I do not really have a care in the gender department, though I tend to favour men.

So, as I said, it was two years after the war ended, and the first day of the summer holidays. As I had no brats to interrupt my rest the next morning, I decided to go to my favourite club in muggle London.

When I arrived there at half nine, the club was already pretty full.

I went to the bar and ordered a drink, then sat down at one of the few unoccupied tables, which, luckily, had superb view of the dance floor.

I had not been sitting there for long, when I noticed her.

She was absolutely beautiful, slightly boyish, but gorgeous. Her long, black, slightly wavy hair was cascading down her back, and her skimpy skirt and shirt were showing off golden tanned skin.

When she turned around, I was able to see her face. Her eyes were a stunning glowing emerald green, the same colour as the stone on her choker. She was dancing with abandon, changing partners all the time.

Soon I decided that I had to have her. This was surprising to me. So far, I only had had this reaction to one person – the definitely male Harry Potter. As he was my soul mate (confirmed by a potion I made after the experience) I knew why. But this time, it was a strange woman, and I could not bear watching her rub herself against all these men.

I decided to finish my drink and join her on the dance floor, so I did not have to watch her any longer.

When I nearly reached her, I was able to feel her aura. It was strong, and familiar. There were only two people with an aura that strong, Albus and my Harry. I don't think Albus would be caught in an establishment like this, so it had to be… 'Harry, my Harry.' If I could feel him, he could definitely feel me. So far he had not turned around, but continued dancing. I noticed that he moved backwards in his dance, nearing me. Soon, we were grinding against each other while dancing. Gradually, I became intoxicated from his smell.

"Come home with me," I whispered into his ear. He shuddered delightfully when my breath hit him.

"Yes, Sev… A-anything y-you w-want…" he stuttered. 'Good, I'm not the only one affected by this,' I thought.

We quickly left the establishment. In an abandoned alley nearby I took his hand and apparated us to my rented flat in muggle London. Hey, even I need a break from anything (and special some ones) from time to time…

When we arrived, I turned him to face me. Then I finally leaned in and we kissed. It was intoxicating. His lips were so soft, and sweet from his lip-gloss… and his taste! Simply overwhelming!

We broke apart when we began to see stars from lack of oxygen.

"Wow," my love breathed.

"You could say that, but I do not think it's enough to describe… that." I smiled.

When I woke up the next morning, I was content, a formally unknown feeling for me. He was still lying beside me, slumbering. This was where we belonged. In each other's arms.

I finally had him, and I would not let him go without argument.

Edited: 03/13/2011