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Redemption
Part Two: the Club
Harry felt as though he was dreaming, albeit a very strange dream, as Draco led him away from the alley, his hand crushing Harry's as they made their way up to the doormen. Harry lagged behind a little, his eyes vacant as his thoughts drifted to what he'd just experienced.
How was it that Draco Malfoy knew every little detail of what Harry was feeling? Of what his life was like and what his wants and desires were? Not even Hermione knew what exactly was wrong with him, and that was saying something considering her intense acuity. And the fact that Draco had acted so... intimate with Harry... what did that mean? Was Draco gay? Did he like Harry? Was he serious when he said he wanted to show Harry what he could give him?
"...I'm afraid not, it's still a no," came a voice, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He looked up to find the two doormen glaring at him.
"I know the owner of this club," Draco continued dangerously. "His son is my best friend and I don't think he'd like it if you denied access to me and my plus one now, would he?"
"No, Mr Malfoy, of course not, but it is our rule that we cannot allow entry to anyone underdressed, including your plus one. The owner may not like that either."
Harry saw Draco's eyes narrow so he spoke up. "Listen, Malfoy, I don't care, honestly. It's okay, I'll just –"
"Shut it," Draco snapped and Harry scowled. Draco then turned back to the two bouncers. "Give me five minutes. I'll be back."
He stalked off, hand still grasping Harry's, and they went back to the alley where they had been a few moments prior.
"Stand still," Draco said briskly, stepping away from Harry. Harry did so, though he fidgeted under the stare Draco was giving him.
"Um... What –?" Harry asked after some long seconds in silence.
"Quiet, I'm thinking," muttered Draco. Suddenly he pulled his wand out from his waistband in his trousers and pointed it at Harry.
"What are you doing?" Harry hissed frantically. He was scared, not only because he had a wand pointed at his face, but also because they were in a public place and the consequences for performing magic in front of a Muggle were extremely serious, as he had once found out.
However, Draco didn't reply. He merely flicked his wand casually and all of a sudden, Harry felt chills spread throughout his body. He then realised that was because his clothes had disappeared and he was standing in front of Draco clad in only his underpants.
"What the fuck?" he cried, and he wrapped his arms around his body trying to cover himself up, while hopping from one foot to the other due to the cold pavement beneath his bare feet. "What are you playing at?"
"You'll see. Nice pants, by the way, Potter," Draco said, a smirk growing on his thin lips. Harry blushed and attempted to cover up his embarrassingly loose fitting boxers. "They need to go, or at least shrink a few sizes," the blonde boy said casually, and Harry felt his boxers shrinking until they were nothing but a tiny pair of briefs. He was about to open his mouth to object when Draco continued. "Now, let me see... You need some decent trousers and some shoes, so I think..." With another wave of Draco's wand, Harry had some shiny black shoes on, and was sporting some painfully tight, black and white, pinstriped drainpipes which hugged at every contour of his thighs, knees and calves, not to mention his groin.
His jaw dropped as he looked at the tight-fitting trousers. "I'm not wearing these!" he exclaimed.
"Oh yes you are, or you won't get into the damn club," Draco growled. "Now, a shirt... "
"Wait, hold up," Harry said frenetically. "At least let me choose the shirt!"
Draco snorted; the sound was strange coming from such a well spoken person. "Not a chance in hell after what you chose to wear tonight. I think..." A wave of his wand and Harry looked down to find himself wearing a blood-red, almost maroon coloured shirt, not too fitted, but not as loose-fitting as Harry would have liked. "What do you think?" Draco asked smugly.
"I think," Harry said, pulling at his trousers angrily, "you need to learn some respect for other people's decency."
Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry by the arm, leading him back to the club. Harry groaned.
"How about now, my good sirs?" Draco asked sweetly when they reached the entrance once again. He presented Harry as though he were some sort of treasure to show off.
The doormen stared at the scowling Harry for a few moments before grunting and reluctantly stepping aside to let the two boys through. Harry raised his eyebrows as he realised he was finally allowed in.
"Have a good evening," one of them muttered grudgingly.
"I'm sure we will," Draco said, lazily laying an arm round Harry's shoulders. They stepped into the club, Harry trying to edge away from Draco's hold, but not succeeding. "Just relax, Potter, and enjoy the atmosphere."
Harry sighed before deciding he should try to enjoy himself now he was inside. He took a good look around and couldn't help but let out a gasp. He'd never seen anything like it before: multicoloured strobe lights were flashing in every direction, illuminating the sweaty bodies which were pressed up against each other, dancing sensually and in time to the music that was playing. The speakers were built into the walls which seemed to be pulsing from the drum and bass tunes and the smoke machine made the place look eerie, but at the same time enticing. There was a neon bar at the back of the club, as well as several upstairs levels where Harry was sure he could see people making out, or doing other unmentionable things. Hurriedly he turned his gaze away to meet with Draco's.
"So?" Draco shouted above the loud thumping bass. "Do you like it?"
Harry shrugged, determined to act cool, casual and somewhat unimpressed. "It's alright," he shouted back. He then glanced around for a sign of his friends, before saying, "Listen, I'm going to try and find my friends. Thanks for getting me in and stuff. I'll just..." He trailed off and made to get away, but Draco's grip round his shoulders tightened.
"I made a promise that I would show you how to live again, Potter, and I intend on keeping that promise," Draco hollered into Harry's ear. "Let's get onto the dance floor."
"No way, I'm not dancing, not tonight," Harry stated.
"Why not?" Draco asked impatiently. "You're in a fucking night club!"
"Because... I... I just don't like dancing," he grumbled above the music.
Draco sighed, realising that Harry would need some sort of a boost in confidence. "Fine, come to the bar with me instead."
Harry grimaced but allowed Draco to guide him through the masses of dancing bodies, all the way to the back of the club to the neon bar.
"Okay, Potter, drinks are on me. What do you want?" Draco asked loudly.
"Oh, nothing, I'm fine," he said quickly.
Draco raised one sharp blonde eyebrow. "What do you want to drink?" he asked again.
Harry sighed, knowing Draco wouldn't give in until he gave him an answer.
"Oh, fine, I'll have a... a glass of tap water."
Draco stared at Harry, his expression dreary, before his eyes seemed to light up with an idea. He turned to the barman. "Two double shots of absinthe, if you please."
Harry's eyes widened. "What?" he screeched. "That stuff's poison in a single shot, let alone a double!"
"Don't be so overdramatic," Draco chastised. "It'll make the evening more fun."
"It's Avada Kedavra in liquid form!" Harry implored.
"In colour, maybe," Draco said, referring to the vivid green glow of the deadly drink. "It won't kill us, and it certainly won't kill you, oh boy-who-lived."
Harry looked around desperately, hoping Ron or Hermione or even Lavender would pop out and save him from this blonde menace but, alas, no one came to his rescue. He glanced back to the bartender who had placed two sugar cubes onto a spoon and was now setting them alight with a lighter. He then dropped the cubes into the two shot glasses containing the green liquid which ignited immediately. Harry grimaced and wished he hadn't seen how the drink was made; now it looked even more lethal. Lastly the barman poured some water over the two glasses, quenching the flames, before slamming the two shots down in front of Harry and Draco.
"Here you are," he bellowed. "That'll be seven quid please."
Draco fumbled around in his pocket before pulling out the correct change and sliding it across the bar top. He then took the glasses which carried the green liquid and gave one to Harry.
"Bottoms up, eh, Potter?" he said with a wink, and he downed his shot immediately.
Harry looked at his own drink nervously. He might not be completely gone after this first glass, but if he had anything else this evening that would be it, knowing how much of a lightweight he was. Nevertheless, he decided that he didn't particularly want to remember this night anyway so, with a deep breath, he downed the drink in several gulps. He gasped at the burning sensation as the liquid made its way down his throat and felt a strange, numbing sensation round his teeth. His eyes squinted shut as they began to water. When he managed to finally force them open, his vision was blurred slightly and the room seemed to be spinning.
"You alright, Potter?" Draco bellowed, swaying slightly on the spot.
Harry nodded slowly and blinked owlishly, thanking Merlin that he was still partially sober. "Fine, thanks."
"C'mon, let's dance." Draco took the glass from Harry's hand and put it on the countertop before grabbing Harry's arm and leading him onto the dance floor.
"No, wait, I can't dance," Harry said, though not loud enough to be heard over the music. Also, his mind didn't comprehend that Draco Malfoy had just asked him to dance.
When they had reached Draco's chosen destination, the blonde boy began to move, his hands above his head and his hips grinding into the air. Harry merely stood there, his vision blurring every now and then due to the large amount of alcohol he had just assimilated.
"Dance, Potter!" Draco shouted eagerly, and he grabbed Harry's hands, pulling him closer to rub their bodies together.
Harry tried to follow Draco's movements, but – what with the alcohol in his system – he was clumsier than usual. However, before he could attempt another move, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Harry turned around to come face to face with his group of friends. He smiled dazedly at them.
"Hi!" he shouted.
Ron, Seamus and Dean were glaring at Draco, whilst Hermione and Lavender looked between the two previously dancing boys. Harry noticed the Patil twins were missing.
"Where have you been, Harry?" Hermione asked curiously.
"And what are you wearing?" demanded Ron.
"And what are you doing with Malfoy?" Seamus shouted.
Harry shrugged and, inexplicably, started sniggering. Draco grinned at the group of Gryffindors as he realised Harry was slightly tipsy.
"C'mon, mate, let's get a drink," Ron said, leading Harry away from Draco, giving the blonde boy a venomous glare. The others followed Ron and made their way over to the bar. Draco smirked at their backs, realising that if Harry had any more alcoholic drinks he would be absolutely shitfaced. He decided to go and find Blaise, Theo and Pansy. He'd meet up with Harry again later.
"What were you doing with Malfoy, Harry?" Seamus asked again once they reached the bar. "And where the hell did you get those clothes?"
Harry sighed, deciding he should tell his friends the truth. Well, as much of the truth as possible without giving anything too... personal away. "Well, Seamus, you were right. I wasn't allowed in because of my other clothes, but luckily Draco found me and gave me these." He indicated to his new outfit.
"Mmm, those clothes look very... Malfoy-ish," Dean commented, eyeing the overly tight trousers and shiny shoes.
Harry shrugged indifferently. "I got in though, right?"
The group of friends muttered their agreements, though Hermione watched Harry with narrow eyes.
"So, Harry, are you telling me that Draco Malfoy, the second bane of your existence, decided to give you some expensive looking clothes to attempt to get you into the nightclub?" Harry nodded. "But why? You hate each other!"
"I guess we've both matured enough to push aside our differences," Harry said. He was not going to mention the real reason why he and Draco had made up; his friends definitely would not understand.
"Anyway!" Seamus said loudly, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. "Who's up for a couple of shots?"
Ron whooped. "Hell yeah! You'll join in, right girls?"
Lavender nodded eagerly, but Hermione bit her lip.
"I don't know," she said slowly.
"Come on, just one then?"
Hermione took a deep breath as though she was making the most important decision of her life before she quietly agreed.
"Where are the Patil twins?" Harry asked suddenly, remembering they were absent.
"Oh, they found some dance buddies," Dean said, grinning.
"So, how many shots am I getting, one each?" Ron called.
"Oh, I think I'll pass, Ron," Harry said, not wanting to get any more tipsy than he already was.
"What?" his best friend shrieked. "You have to!"
"I can't! I've already... uh, I mean, I don't feel like it." He didn't want to let them know that Draco had already bought him a drink; that would just add to the weirdness of the situation.
"Tough, you're going to take at least one shot, willingly or forcibly."
Harry groaned. He'd just have to come to terms with the fact that he was going to end up smashed tonight.
"Chug, chug, chug, chug!" chanted Ron, Dean, Seamus and Lavender. Hermione watched Harry down the pint of Guiness with apprehension.
He was almost at the bottom of the glass when he suddenly felt his stomach churn unpleasantly. He slammed the pint glass on the counter before drawing in a shaky breath. He wiped his mouth with his hand and swayed haphazardly on the stool he was sat on. After all, he'd had three shots of vodka on top of the double shot of Absinthe, and had just chugged a pint of beer, all from his friend's dares, taunts, and threats.
"I think I'm going to be sick," he slurred. He hopped off the stool and staggered onto the dance floor, looking around wildly for a sign for the toilets while trying to hold down his vomit.
"Too much to drink?" drawled a voice in his ear, but Harry's fuzzy brain had trouble placing the tone to a face.
Harry turned around groggily and squinted, trying to find the person the voice had come from. There was only a blur of white and gold so he spoke to that.
"Do you know where the toilets are, Mister Blonde Blob?"
There was a deep chuckle before a strong grip enclosed around his arm, leading him away from the dancing bodies. After many wobbles and stumbles around the club, Harry and the blonde-coloured blur arrived at the men's lavatory.
Before he stepped into a cubicle to hurl, he faced the fuzzy blob again. "Thank you. Do you, uh... come here often?" he leered, unintentionally.
"Potter, snap out of it," chided a familiar voice, and he felt himself being pushed into the cubicle where he fell to his knees in front of the toilet. His sick stomach, as though realising it was now in a suitable place, heaved up its contents into the basin. Harry spluttered and shuddered until the horrid feeling had vanished. He closed his eyes and leant his cheek against the toilet lid, hygiene forgotten.
"That is disgusting and pathetic. Get up, now," ordered a voice. Harry started and, at the sound of the strict voice, got to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, thankful they hadn't slipped off and fallen into the toilet. After throwing up half the contents in his stomach, Harry's mind was now that little bit clearer and his fuzzy vision had gone. He glanced over to the cubicle door where he saw Draco, casually leaning against the door frame wearing his usual sneer.
"Finished?" he asked.
Harry nodded and, although he was still quite drunk, some of his emotions that hadn't been present while in his drunken stupor before now made themselves known. He felt his cheeks flush at the humiliation of Draco seeing him bending over a toilet, hurling this evening's drinks and snacks into the toilet bowl.
"I can see why you wanted tap water," Draco said, smirking. "Not too good at handling your drinks, are you?"
Harry scowled. "I'm perfectly capable at handling my drinks! I just so happened to... exceed my limit."
"Clearly," Draco said, rather amused. "I suppose someone had better clean you up. Here." He waved his wand and the sick that had been clinging to Harry's shirt and – disgustingly – his chin vanished. Harry then felt his whole body being scrubbed, and the inside of his mouth was being cleansed too. When the sensation passed, Harry could no longer taste the bitterness of his sick, nor the dry yet sweet taste of the drinks he'd had that evening; his mouth was completely fresh.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled. "You didn't have to do that you know."
Draco glanced at his fingernails indifferently. "Yeah, I know. But no one else was going to help you and if you're going to be around me this evening I don't want to have to smell your regurgitated drinks."
"Right," Harry said, still rather confused at all this... niceness resonating off of Draco.
"Anyway, don't you think it's about time I gave you your test run, Potter?"
Harry worried his lip. He wanted this so-called adrenalin rush that Draco was offering him, but what would it involve?
Draco stepped into the cubicle before turning around to shut and lock the door. He then stalked up to Harry who was still leaning against the wall on the side of the cubicle. When Draco reached Harry, he looked down at the black haired boy and grinned.
"What's your experience like, Harry?" Draco asked softly.
Harry frowned. "My experience?" he asked, before he thought to himself for a while. "Well, I did some voluntary work at the ministry before I got my job there. I also helped out at Hogwarts for a bit until –"
"No, Potter. Not work experience." Draco moved that little bit closer to Harry so he was practically pressing Harry up against the wall. "Your sexual experience."
Harry's breath hitched. He stared into the silver eyes above him and felt his cheeks burning. The truth was he hadn't done anything more than kiss. After all, the last person he had been with was Ginny and that had ended badly. Very badly.
"Well?" Draco pushed.
"I... I, uh... well, a kiss, but it was–"
"That's all I needed to know," Draco breathed. He slammed his hands onto the cubicle wall either side of Harry's head before leaning in to press his lips to Harry's. Harry sunk further back into the wall, unsure if he wanted Draco's lips on his, but after a while of having a muscular talented tongue roaming around his mouth Harry decided it felt quite nice. His own tongue tentatively met with Draco's and they wrapped around each other, Harry tasting Draco's last drink of absinthe on the boy's tongue. He was glad Draco had charmed his mouth clean now; the thought of kissing someone straight after vomiting was revolting. A strong thigh parting his legs interrupting his thoughts and he groaned, feeling Draco's leg pressing against his gradually hardening cock. Draco positioned himself so Harry's thigh was in between his legs and this time it was Draco who moaned, rubbing himself on Harry's leg. Feeling a bit of a daredevil, Harry started moving his leg up and down against Draco's crotch, while Draco worked on Harry's. Suddenly he felt some long fingers threading through his hair and his head was yanked back. He opened his eyes to find Draco looking down at him, his once silver eyes now a stormy grey due to the lust clouding his irises.
"Potter," Draco murmured, "you've got the greenest eyes I've ever seen."
Harry didn't say anything but continued to look up into Draco's face, hoping Draco would resume their previous positions. His wish was granted when Draco forced his tongue into Harry's willing mouth, but this time Draco moved his hand from Harry's head where he laid it across Harry's chest, creeping under the collar of Harry's shirt where it caressed his soft skin. Draco's mouth moved from Harry's mouth, down to his neck where he began to bite softly. He pressed several bites on Harry's neck before coming round to the prominent hollow of his throat and sucking at the skin there harshly. Then, one by one Draco's nimble fingers worked their way down Harry's shirt, pulling the buttons out of the holes until Harry could feel the cool air from the room hit his torso.
Some loud boisterous voices disrupted Harry's desire for Draco's mouth over his body.
"W-wait," he whispered as the voices got nearer, but Draco didn't stop. On the contrary he moved further and further down Harry's torso until he was kneeling in front of Harry's tent in his trousers. He then proceeded to unbutton Harry's pinstriped drainpipes, but Harry slapped his hand away, realising the voices were even louder now. Before Harry could tell Draco to stop, he heard the door to the men's room open.
"Harry! Are you in here?" came Ron's voice from outside their cubicle.
Harry froze. He looked down at Draco, expecting the boy to get up, but he merely smirked, winked, and carried on unzipping Harry's trousers.
"Oi, Potter! We thought we'd make sure you haven't drowned in your own sick!" Seamus said, a slight jeer to his voice.
Draco had managed to unzip Harry's trousers completely and he was working on pulling them down over Harry's thighs.
"Are you mad?" Harry mouthed as Draco looked up at him impishly. He then stood up, towering over Harry once again, and whispered, "You want the adrenalin, right?"
Harry swallowed and nodded.
"Good," breathed Draco. "Then do as I say. Tell them you're in here."
"What?" Harry hissed, a little too loudly for it to have gone unheard.
"Harry? Was that you?" Dean questioned. "Hey, guys, there's a locked cubicle here; you don't think Harry's passed out in there do you?"
"Maybe... Harry, mate? Are you in there? If you can't talk knock on the door or something," Ron called.
"Tell them you're here," Draco repeated fiercely, fisting his hand in Harry's hair roughly. Harry winced but felt his cock twitch at the danger in Draco's voice.
After taking a deep breath he croaked out, "Yeah, Ron, it's me." All the while Harry's eyes never left Draco's.
"What are you doing in there? Still not finished puking?" Seamus asked.
"Say you'll be out in a minute, ask them to wait for you," Draco whispered in Harry's ear, his voice barely audible.
"No, I'm fine..." Harry said shakily, wondering what Draco's game was. "I'll be out in a bit. W-will you wait for me?"
"Sure thing. We can't have you getting lost or passing out on us, can we?" Ron said, and Seamus snickered.
Draco smirked before trailing his hand down Harry's chest, tweaking a nipple on the way down making Harry gasp at the sudden pain.
"You alright?" Dean called at the sound of the gasp coming from inside the cubicle.
"Yesss," Harry ground out, squinting his eyes shut as Draco danced his fingers down past the dark line of hair on Harry's navel, before tracing light circles on his abdomen. He then slipped his hands underneath the seam of Harry's underwear, following the track of dark hair until he came to a halt, just above Harry's erection.
Harry's eyes widened as he realised what Draco was going to do. He tried to beg 'no' in his eyes as he stared into the silver orbs above him, but Draco merely pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before delving his hand further into Harry's underwear to grab hold of Harry's cock. Harry bit his lip and threw his head back at the feeling of Draco's cool hand wrapped round his member. Vaguely Harry could hear his three friends – who were standing right outside the door of their cubicle – conversing casually about Quidditch, music and other unimportant topics, completely unaware that Draco Malfoy had his hand down Harry Potter's underwear.
Harry jumped slightly as Draco's hand began to stroke Harry's foreskin slowly, from base to tip and back again. His hand caressed the head of Harry's cock at every upward stroke and Harry couldn't hold in the low groan that had been building deep in his throat.
"Harry, are you sure you're alright?" Ron asked warily.
"Yes, I'm fine!" Harry snapped, causing Draco to smirk.
"Jeez, I was just asking," Ron muttered.
"He's a moody drunk," Harry heard Seamus whisper.
"Hey! I heard tha– ahhhh..." Draco had just cupped Harry's balls and he was squeezing them tightly. Painfully tightly in fact, but Harry realised it kind of felt good.
"What is going on in there?" Seamus demanded. "Are you throwing up or not because I haven't heard anything hit the floor or toilet water."
"I told you, I'm ... I'm... ffffuck..." Damn it, he had meant to say 'fine'! He glared at Draco who had just slipped a fingernail under the slit of his cock, making Harry's mind turn to mush. Draco pressed a deep kiss to Harry's forehead, before sinking to his knees. Harry looked down at the blonde boy who was eyeing Harry's erection which was now pulled over the top of Harry's briefs.
"You told me, 'fuck'?" Seamus repeated. "What the hell does that mean? What's wrong with you?"
Harry almost lost all control when Draco took all of Harry's length into his mouth. He hadn't wasted time lapping up the precum or teasing the head, he had just swallowed Harry's dick into his mouth.
"Gods," Harry breathed and fisted his hands in Draco's hair while bucking his hips towards Draco's accomplished mouth which was sucking harshly on his cock.
"Harry?" Dean said softly. "What's up, mate?"
"I... I'm n-n-not fffeeling too well, g-give me a ssssecond..."
Draco nodded his approval at Harry's excuse. However, nodding with Harry's cock in his mouth made Harry squirm in delight. He felt Draco's teeth graze lightly over the underside of his dick and he felt his legs almost buckle beneath him.
"Let us in, maybe we can help," Dean offered.
"Yeah, Hermione taught me this great spell to reduce nausea!" Ron said excitedly. "Let us in, come on, Harry."
"Yeah, then we can get back to the club," said Seamus intolerantly.
"Exactly!"
"C'mon, open up, mate!"
What with all of his friends' voices resonating in the desolate lavatory, as well as Draco sucking on his cock while his friends were a mere two metres or so away, not to mention his wild testosterone levels and the fact that it had been a long time since his last orgasm, it didn't take Harry long to release into Draco's mouth. It was awfully hard to keep himself quiet during his build up; he tried to keep his voice down by biting his lip but it resulted in a burst lip and a few groans of sated satisfaction. Upon looking down, Harry saw Draco lapping up Harry's cum, licking it from round his mouth and off his fingers; Harry felt his cheeks flush at the sight.
"Well?" Ron said, a little testily to Harry's silence.
When Draco had finished, he tucked Harry back into his underwear, pulled up the trousers and zipped the fly back up. He then proceeded to redo the buttons on Harry's shirt. The blonde Slytherin rose to his feet and whispered into Harry's ear, "Off you go then."
Harry's eyes widened comically and stared at Draco, who placed his hands on Harry's shoulder and guided him to the cubicle door.
"Now?" he whispered, not wanting to leave.
"Yes now. I'll see you later, pretty," he murmured before kissing Harry's neck. He then opened the door while hiding behind it so that Harry could step out to his friends.
"About time!" Ron exclaimed. "What the hell happened in there?"
"I... I was a little bit sick and dizzy. I'm okay now though," Harry said shakily. He checked his reflection in the murky mirror by the sinks; he was mortified to see that he still had rosy cheeks, and that his lips were full and red from either Draco's kisses or his bite on his own lip as his own attempt to stop himself screaming. His hair was a lot more ruffled than usual and he gathered that was from having Draco's hand running through it. Also, Harry thought he could make out several marks on his neck, and he was sure there would be some on his chest, but in the dim light of the lavatory, his friends appeared not to have noticed them.
"Well, you're better now," Ron said happily. "Let's go dance and maybe find you a dance partner." He winked lamely and Harry groaned.
Save me, Malfoy, he pleaded mentally.