AN : Thanks to animeangel088 & Draco and Hermione is like PBJ for the reviews !
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Chapter 2 : The Balcony
7:30 and Draco was standing outside the Club, in front of the guards.
' What had she said again ? Show your left hand ?'
He raises his left hand to the guard who had opened the door to him in the afternoon. The gorilla looks at it then nods at him and pushing open the door. Looking at his hand as he walks past the guard, he spots a lightning shaped tattoo on his thumb, running from the nail to where is meet's the rest of the hand.
'What the..!?'
The noise of a crowd make him lift his head. The music in the background is low, so you can still talk without shouting too much. The large curtains have been pulled back down, casting an eerie light on the room. Cristal chandeliers are the only light. Half of the seat's are all ready full and some 'stuff' is already on the go.
On the round stage, a girl wearing a ton of makeup is giving a show with fire torches. Many people are dancing too.
"Ah Draco ! Good, you're early, I've got time to find you a uniform, c'mon !", greets Bianca, dressed in a black corset, a black tutu and red suspenders.
"Hi, wow, if you don't mind me saying, you look great !"
"Thanks!" She does a little twirl, making her skirt lift. " Now hold my hand, we need to cross over to the bar and it's already crowded."
Draco grabs her hand and she tows him across the place. He sees many girls and man lick their lips at him.
'Good thing I'm bi', he thinks ironically, ' ewww, that guy is as old as Dumbledore !'
"Draco, this is Jay, our head barmaid. You don't want to mess with her, doesn't he Jay !"
"Oh yeah", laughs back a girl with long blond hair tied up in a ponytail." Hey, I'm Jay and don't try hitting on me, I'm all ready in a couple."
"Oh, er, hi, uh I'm Draco but call me Dray, it's easier on the ears. And don't worry I won't go near you." He lifts his hands in surrender. Jay grins back at him.
"Ok. Sorry for being snappy, B., bad news !"
"What ?"
"Damian's not in ! And I can't possibly handle the bar on my own !"
"WHAT?",explodes Bianca even though the music drowns her voice. "Right, he's fired ! I'll cancel the contract tomorrow and in the mean time tell the two at the front to keep him out."
"But what about the bar ?!"
"If you don't mind me interrupting, I happen to have some experience in cocktails and the lot. The parties in Slytherin were always a success thanks to drinks…"
"Right Dray, you're on the bar from now on. Here go change just behind the counter. You'll find a curtain. On the other side is the reserve. Jay, come over to my office when you're finished. Later !"
A couple of minutes later, Draco walks back out from the reserve changes into a pair of leather trousers and a dark green shirt that clings to his torso.
"Jay ! I can't possibly wear this !", he complains, tugging his shirt.
"Oh yes you can ! You look hot sweetie. Now, a bit of help please ?"
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The hours fly and before Draco knows it, it's three in the morning.
So far, he's been wolfwhistlesd, kissed by clients when he brings them their drink to their place, caressed and much more. But he doesn't mind. It's like in Slytherin during their wild parties. He likes being the catch of the evening and playing it inaccessible.
"Dray, our shift is over", announces Jay, "Do you want to have a drink, if you can still face one of course." She grins playfully. They had grown very close the past hours.
"Funny Jay…NOT ! Sure why not a drink but let me change first."
"No need, we'll change after, c'mon I really, really need to sit down."
They leave the bar and find some seats near the stage. The next show is about to start. Candles have been lit all around the stage and a mike is installed.
Draco lay back comfortably in his chair, acting the way he would have in the school dungeons. He talks with Jay, declining constant drink offerings from admirers. The pair of them were talking with passion about this and that, getting to know each other, when a sudden buzz of excitement went through the room.
A young man was walking down the stairs, across the catwalk and onto the stage. The music changed and the man started singing. The hairs on Draco's neck stud up at the sound of the voice. It sounded familiar but he couldn't put a finger on hit. It was a beautiful voice. Many people had gotten up to dance.
What was so special about this guy, wondered Draco. Then, the mysterious man moves into the bit of light coming of the chandelier. He was wearing a pair of faded grey colored blue jeans, a white tank top, showing of his muscles and a black shirt open with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the scars on his right wrist. But Draco didn't pay any attention to that because as the man had started singing, his eyes, hidden by long jet black hair, had been scanning the room and had met Draco's grey ones.
[…]You said that your we're moving on now,
And maybe I should do the same,
The funny thing about that is,
I was ready to give you my name,
Tough it was me and you baby,
And now it's all just shame,
And I guess I was wrong […]1
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Gabriel had managed to convince the nurses to let him leave the hospital and had hurried back to the club to get ready. He went to his office and then to the door that lead to his private quarters. Pressing his hand against the panel to open the door, he rushed in on the mess he had left last night before wondering off to some bar and cutting is veins in the lavatory.
Pulling of the hospital shirt he was wearing, he dumped it with is blood stained shirt and jeans in a pile and went to have a long boiling hot shower.
He came back out 15 minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked across his large studio to his wardrobe and pulled on the outfit he had prepared last night. He changed and went to dirty the mess in the studio. Half way through, he came along a syringe still full of heroin.
He held it up. Looked at it. Turn it in his hand. Taped it. And tore a piece of tissue off the shirt he had in his hands and stuck the syringe in his arm and passed out until one.
When he woke up, his mouth tasted like shit and his head was spinning. Cursing when he saw the time, he stumbled to the bathroom, made himself as presentable as possible before stumbling out of his office, past all the crap going on, on the balcony and down the stairs to his dear mike. As usual, he scanned the room as he sang, to see who would be his target for the evening when he met silver grey eyes. He hadn't seen eyes like them in years.
Don't wanna think about it,
Don't wanna talk about it,
I'm just so sick about it,
Can't believe it's heading this way,
Just so confused about it, […]2
I just can't go without you [..]3
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The man seemed to glow. He had an aura that made people want to be near him. He was some sort of wild beauty.
Draco lost himself in the green eyes. They reflected a mix of surprise, hurt and anger. And suddenly they were gone.
[..]Because,
What goes around comes around.4
Cheers and applause erupted around the room as the mysterious man finished his song.
"Get lost", he muttered into the mike before going back up stairs.
"Dray, I have to go see Bianca about the bar, will you come with me ? I don't like going up on the balcony at this hour…", she pleaded pouting comically.
"What ? Oh, yeah sure, let's go", replies Draco, his eyes following the singer disappearing into the darkness of the balcony. Arriving himself, he denies joining in on the meeting and tells Jay he'll meet her back out here.
He wonders down the balcony, looking for a place to lean against and think about the singer and his words. He leans against the banister, passing a tired hand trough his hair. It's longer than at Hogwarts (he can tuck it behind his ears). The song at hit him with a pang in the heart, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. The voice was horribly familiar but he couldn't give it a face. Who does he know with such a voice ? He turns around and places both hands on the handlebar, taking in the stage and the drunken clubbers.
His thoughts were drifting again when he suddenly felt a warm presence by his side. Turning around, he came face to face with his Nemesis. His face was very handsome, full lips, cheekbones and shoulder long ebony black hair sticking up in every direction. His eyes are underlined by a line of kohl, making him even more mysterious looking.
Slowly, his Nemesis moves his head in his direction. Draco follows and their lips touch. His eyes close. An electric shock goes through the blond and he applies more pressure as the singer's tongue flickers at his lips, making them part. Their bodies don't touch, only their mouths, engaged a fierce ballet.
Gabriel is kissing him like a drowning man seeking oxygen and Draco is kissing back as if his life depended on it.
Suddenly, the dark haired man pulls back. Draco moans quietly at the loss. He opens his eyes slowly. His lover is gone. In the distance, he can see Jay exit from the hallway leading to Mr. Evans office. Raising a hand, he lightly touches his lips before walking towards her.
1-2-3-4 are lyrics from the song 'What comes around goes around' by J. Timberlake and they are his propriety.
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