Disclaimer: When will I have Snape in my clutches? Oh right… never!

Author's Note: This was in my mind for three days before I decided to type it. Please let me know what you think!

Harry looked around, the dark pub, quietly nursing a large whiskey. He had had a bad day. More like a bad year.

Okay, so this day last year, he killed Voldemort. That was it. He was hailed in the celebrations for the celebrations the next day. Then he was forgotten. Actually, he was somewhat feared, at least Harry thought so. Every time he managed to get a job, he was fired for something small, like overcharging or undercharging a customer a few knuts. It was like the employers thought he was going to go awry and kill everyone. That is, if managed to get the job. Most of the time at an interview, Harry was asked meaningless questions like "You're not British are you, because we have enough of those?" It was a friggin' British bar!

He was just fired again today for "Failure to supply what the customer needed." The rich, smarmy customer cheese… It was a flaming book store!

So here he was again, nursing a whiskey in a bar with no job and a crappy life. Last time he was here Harry had watched a drug and poison potion exchange for two hours.

This time, Harry was eyeing up a leather clad sex god who just walked in. 'Biker to the bone,' Harry thought, looking at the helmet in the guy's hand.

The biker bought a couple of beers and looked around.

'Taken,' Harry frowned. He watched the guy walk over to a booth in the far corner of the bar. Harry could still see the biker, but not the person he was smiling at.

Harry took another sip of his whiskey as he watched the biker lean in for a long kiss. Still Harry couldn't see the other person, man or woman. Looked like one hell of a kiss though. Turning away, Harry spotted another potion exchange.

Deciding to have a little fun, Harry crawled over to the table. "Freeze!"

The five men at the table jumped up.

Harry raised his hand in submission. "Relax. I was kidding. Mind if I join you?"

The guys looked at each other. "Sure. What you lookin' fr?"

"First of all, somewhere a little more private," Harry raised his eyebrows. "Any arour could come up and bust you right at the front door of a bar."

"Er, yah, man. Yah. Let's go or' there," a man with grey hair pointed to a booth in the corner.

The others nodded and headed over with their drinks.

When Harry sat down with them the first guy asked, "So what were ya lookin' fr?"

"Something to give me a buzz," Harry replied.

The five men leaned in. "Well ye got a few stuff for that," a young guy with greasy blond hair said opening his cloak. "Something specific?"

"No. Just something without long term effects."

"Cool. Well this is the one fr you."

Harry exchanged the potion for a round of drinks while the men finished their deals. After about an hour they were getting up to leave.

"Thanks for the potion," Harry smiled.

"Yer a good lad. Like young Mickey here," the grey haired man ruffled the youngest lad's hair.

"Hey. Watch the hair, Joe!"

"Right, Mickey. Let's go lads. Well be seein' you around Harold!"

Harry shook Joe's hand. "It's Harry," he whispered to himself. He sat down.

He was alone again. This time he had a potion for a cheap thrill to go with his whiskey.

'I'll save this little baby for later.' He tucked the potion into his jacket.

Looking around again, he saw an old wizard looking at the booth nearest Harry's, shaking his head and frowning.

"Kids today," the old witch next to the wizard commented.

Harry looked to where the old couple had just turned away from. The first thing he saw was a leather jacket thrown onto the table. 'The biker.' He looked at the man in question. Well, the mans back.

The biker was on top of a man, kissing the face off him. the man underneath had one foot resting against the side of the table, and the biker in between his legs, holding the leather clad arse. The biker's right hand was in the man's hair while the other was hidden somewhere down low.

Harry smiled. A low hum came from his throat. "Wish I was getting me some of that action. Still smiling, Harry joined the queue to get another drink.

"10 minutes! Ten bloody to get a bloody drink." He looked over at the biker, still mauling his man's face. "I wonder if they can breath?"

Just as he was passing, the two finally broke apart.

"You're so fucking hot. Where have you been all my life?"

"In a different bar," a silky voice replied.

Harry spun around. "Snape?"

"Potter!" the biker suddenly fell off Snape's legs.

"Ouch," was heard form the floor.

Snape was torn for helping the biker and running from Potter in embarrassment.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

Harry looked at the biker getting. "Just having a drink. I guess I don't need to ask what you're… doing!" Harry winked

Snape coughed. "Well… er… I…"

There was a loud buzzing from the biker. "WHAT! There someone fucking robbing my bike! Look Sev, I might see you around here again. I got to go!"

"Bye."

The biker kissed him again, a long kiss.

"Mmm," was the last thing they heard from the biker before he took off.

"Was it love?" Harry teased at Snape's goofy smile.

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