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The following Monday just as Harry came into his office, a medium sized room located not too far from the Head Auror's office, a familiar brown Tawny owl flew in through his window.
He placed his coffee cup on his desk before extending his arm for the owl to perch on.
"Good morning Samantha." Harry cooed rubbing the underside of the feathered creature's chin. It hooted in appreciation and blinked up at the raven haired man before extending its leg.
"Thank you." Harry took the folded piece parchment from Samantha's claws. He summoned a treat, petting the bird one more time before seeing her off, back to her master.
Harry sat down in his chair and took a sip from his coffee. His nimble fingers began to gently unfold the letter. Two dark rectangular pieces of thin cardboard lay inside which looked to Harry, suspiciously like muggle concert tickets.
Harry pushed the tickets aside to reveal the note that came with the peculiar gift.
Hey Mate!
My cousin works for a muggle radio station and got these free tickets to one of Malfoy's shows. Unfortunately I can't go because of work and Hermione will be due any time soon so she can't go either but she suggested I give the tickets to you. You should go check him out he's really good.
Seamus
P.S
His muggle name is Sven Black.
Harry refolded the parchment and slid it into the top drawer of his desk. He placed the tickets on top of the parchment, stared at them for a moment and then pushed the drawer back into place.
Harry began to write the report for the kidnapping case that Ron and he closed but his mind kept fluttering back to the damned tickets. He sat back in his chair and re-opened his drawer. He stared at offending tickets.
What's the big deal anyway? Harry asked himself. I guess it couldn't hurt not like he'd see me… and so what if he did? Whatever, I guess it couldn't hurt.
"What can't hurt?" A voice asked suddenly, breaking through Harry's stupor.
"Nothing I was just thinking aloud." Harry said pushing his drawer closed once more.
The man walked into Harry's office and flopped down comfortably on the couch across Harry's desk.
"Sorry I was late, I couldn't leave Hermione alone, had to wait for mum to take over." Ron said, yawning sloppily. "So how's the report going so far?"
"Just getting started. Here, fill out this half. " Harry said, grinning at his partner as he levitated the pieces of paper over to the redhead.
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Harry pulled on his black motorcycle jacket; under it he had a perfectly fitting red v-necked shirt. His low-slinging, ass-hugging blue jeans were accentuated with a brown leather belt with a large, shiny, silver, oval belt buckle. On his feet were black leather shoes that were pointed. (But not pointy.) He ran his hands through his hair for the millionth time, a nervous gesture that also gave him perfectly tousled hair.
He stepped out of his car, with a ticket in hand. Harry decided to go alone since Seamus and Hermione were unavailable and well, the rest of his friends would probably die of shock at seeing Draco Malfoy as Sven Black. The image of Ron's jaw dropping to the floor helped Harry loosen up a little.
He kicked himself mentally for over thinking again. He breathed in deep and reminded himself that tonight he was just there as one of the many muggle fans wanting to see Sven Black. Sven Black. Sven Black. He thought over and over. I'm here to see Sven Black and NOT Draco Malfoy.
The name of the club was Elysium, lit in impossible to miss bright neon lights, against a cool black facade. Outside the club was a long line that Harry could see wrapped around the block. He stepped onto the curb, a few steps away from the club's main entrance, eyeing the long line disapprovingly.
"Harry!" A man near the entrance called out to him. Harry glanced at the stranger, wondered if it was another wizard who'd recognized him or worse, a wizard who recognized Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter all in the same night. He grimaced inwardly thinking of the millions of possible by-lines that Rita Skeeter could twist, turn and invent from that tidbit of information. Harry made a pointing gesture to himself and shot the man a questioning look.
The man nodded enthusiastically before stepping beyond the velvet ropes that kept the lines in check.
"I got your name right, right?" The man with light brown hair asked. Harry nodded a little guardedly. "I'm Seamus' cousin. My name is Luke. He told me you'd be coming, sent me a photo and everything. So where's your date?"
"Don't have one." Harry said simply but flashed Luke a smile.
"Oh well, Sven should be starting in a few minutes. Shall we?" Seamus cousin said, gesturing for Harry to follow him, which he did. The walked right past the velvet rope and into the club.
The club was a cozy place that thrummed with people and music. Harry estimated that only a couple of hundred or so could be crammed into the venue. Luke explained that it was a special event with limited tickets. Sven supposedly held a small concert like that every year on the same date and all the proceeds go to some charity back in Norway (supposedly where Sven came from) aimed at providing reparations for some sort of war.
"I don't really know much about politics, history and charities to be honest." Luke explained. "But what I do know is that this is one of the most exclusive events of the year and sponsors and audiences pay loads of money to get in on it." He flashed Harry a wolfish grin.
Harry was still taking it all in. Draco Malfoy was not only pretending to be a muggle but he was also secretly helping with the wizarding war reparations.
"So, this is as far as I take you. I have to go take care of business for the night. I hope you enjoy the show mate." They shook hands and Luke faded into the multitude. Harry looked around; people were still standing around idly chatting when the lights on the small stage came to life and loud music thrummed through the entire venue. The once scattered flock hastily (without being too pushy) compressed themselves into a hot sweaty heap trying to get as near the stage as possible. Harry was fortunate enough to get a spot that was only a few rows from the stage.
A brunette DJ to the side of the stage began to spin his turn tables and hype up the crowd, dishing out fast paced music that was both electronic and yet soulfully sultry. The stage burst with even more light then smoke that parted slowly in the middle to reveal Sven Black. Harry all but gaped at the blonde. The blonde gracefully moved and sang on stage, working the crowd, pushing their frenzy to euphoria.
The crowd seemed to pulsate, breath and move in unison around Harry. Fast, furious and jubilant. Harry stood there trying to reconcile the man on stage with the boy he once knew. Just as his brain was about to make sense of it all, Sven looked directly at Harry and gave him a slow, deliberate wink as he bit the edge of his glove and threw it into the waiting crowd. Harry blinked up at Sven, quite possibly stupefied by the simple gesture.
For the rest of the show Harry watched entranced. The blonde kept giving him sidelong glances and obvious gestures which for a second caused Harry's heart skipped a beat as he thought that maybe Sven (or rather Draco) recognized Harry Potter in the crowd of his adoring fans.
As the show ended and the crowd started to disperse Harry shook his head and chuckled to himself. The blonde was probably just looking at the crowd in general, not you. Harry thought as he prepared to leave.
"Hey Mate! How was the show?" It was Luke. He waved from a few paces over and quickly went to Harry's side.
"It was really good. Better than I expected actually." Harry smiled at the man.
"Do want to go to the backstage and meet Sven?" Luke asked.
"Well… I don't think—"
"Actually… you seemed to have caught his eye, which is a first. The man has unusually high standards." Luke related but nodded approvingly at Harry. "Oddest thing though he said to tell you that 'Malfoys never take no for an answer.' Is that some sort of code? Have you met him before?"
Harry laughed nervously. "Ah well... yeah sort of…" Harry hand tangled in his raven locks. "You see I went to a British boarding school in Norway with him when we were younger." He lied, using Draco's cover.
"But Seamus told me you went to boarding school with him in Scotland?" Luke asked confused.
"I moved around a lot." Harry said smoothly. "I went to Norway for a year or two then Scotland."
Luke seemed to accept the explanation. "So are you coming backstage? That man is charming as hell but he can be real persistent and a little spoiled when he wants something, you know? Sometimes it's better to indulge him a little."
Harry laughed. So there was still some Draco within Sven after all. He didn't understand why but that realization comforted him, when if anything, it should have dissuaded him. Draco Malfoy, the only person aside from Voldermort and the Dursleys who effectively made his life a living hell, was still hiding under the man called Sven and he apparently, still remembered Harry Potter. "Yeah sure, I'll pay him a visit for old time's sake."
The backstage was teeming with activity, from stage hands trying to pack the equipment away to pushy media hoping to get a glimpse of the blonde. Harry was escorted directly into his dressing room.
As the door shut behind Harry, the noise of the chaotic backstage was muffled into little more than buzzing sounds and occasional thuds.
Sven…. err… Draco sat on a plush looking camelback sofa with a shade of subdued lime green for its upholstery. He sat back comfortably, wearing a blue-grey button down shirt that remained largely unbuttoned and low slinging white pants. Harry was immediately treated to first hand glimpses of the blonde's flat stomach and the small pinkish nubs of his nipples.
Harry stood near the door, staring. The object of his perusal cleared his throat. Harry's face heated at the thought of being caught ogling almost to the point of drooling. Refusing to be defeated Harry bravely met amused icy blue-grey eyes.
"It's been a while Potter." Sven said conversationally even as his eyes returned the favor of Harry's perusal. "Like what you see?" He smiled slyly. "Because I do."
Harry's hand went to his nape, embarrassed. "It has been a while Mal—I mean Sven."
Draco laughed unexpectedly as he motioned for Harry to take the seat beside him. Harry did.
"It's rather weird hearing you say that name. Why don't you call me by my real name instead? I kind of miss the way it sounds." The blonde smiled warmly, a devastatingly charming and gentle expression that wakened warm tingly sensations in Harry's midsection.
"Mafloy." Harry said breathlessly, as though he was in awe.
The blonde laughed again. "Draco." He corrected.
"Draco."
Just then a tall lanky, jet-black haired man entered the room.
"Sven be ready to leave in a few minutes. We have an early schedule tomorrow—Oh sorry. Didn't know you had a guest. I'll be back to fetch you in 5." The man was tapping at his PDA all the while as he was talking to Sven. He talked quickly and moved just as fast and in no time was once again out of the room.
"That was my manager." Draco explained even though Harry already figured. "Listen, I have to go in a while but maybe you can owl me. I don't have floo anymore so…"
"Owl is fine." Harry said in a tone that he hoped didn't sound too eager. Draco breathed what seemed like a sigh of relief.
With a flick of his wrist, that Harry was sure was a slight of wandless magic Draco produced a small business card with his name (his real one) and his pertinent contact information both wizarding and muggle.
The manager burst in again. "Sven you better hurry up and get ready. The car is waiting out back." His manager disappeared once more.
Draco stood, smoothing the creases of his white pants. He buttoned up his shirt and extended his hand to help Harry stand up who was secretly still sitting down to catch a glimpse of the blonde's behind.
Their warm hands entwined in each other and Harry stood. They shook hands. Draco smiled coyly.
"It was good seeing a familiar face Harry. Maybe next time I can give you a private show and we can catch up some more." Draco said before walking out the door.
Harry didn't know what to make of the man. He obviously remembered Harry but apparently forgot how often and how much they were at each other's throats a little under a decade ago.
It has been a long time, maybe he's just changed. Grown up. Harry thought. But still it felt like he was coming onto me a little. Wasn't he?
Harry made his way out of the venue and went home thinking. What the hell kind of parallel universe have I entered?-a beyond hot and charming version of Draco Malfoy living as a muggle celebrity and a secret wizarding world philanthropist flirting with, me Harry James Potter. What ever happened to scarhead, potty or Gryffindork?
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