Author's Notes:There is smut in this chapter! This is your warning, xD. The smut will be signified by a bolded (*) There is also smut in the next chapter. Which is part of the reason I had debated so long about posting this story on this site. I am not usually into making smut so regularly, but this IS a honeymoon, so sex is a given. Of course if you don't want to read the smut then by all means just skip it. I have given ample warnings and possibilities to skip it.


Harry sighed in frustration when the potion bubbled a horrid grey color. Not the lovely silver of his soulmate's eyes either. This color was one of a faded concrete or a crumpled aged building. Nothing about this potion was turning out how it was supposed to. He just didn't understand it. He had all the right ingredients, he even had things to improve the potion. So why wasn't it turning yellow? The potion should have been nearly done by now. He followed the instructions step by step. Harry growled when the cauldron let out a miserable squeak. Perfect, just perfect. He was doomed to be a failure at brewing things.

Was it supposed to smell like Uncle Vernon's smelly socks? He didn't think so. Harry picked up the potions book that he used to make sure he had all of the ingredients. Nope. It definitely wasn't supposed to be smelling like that. The book said it was supposed to smell like aged charcoal. What the hell does that even smell like? How was he supposed to judge his potion off of that? He really had an appreciation for Severus and Draco to be able to do this so easily.

He had been so caught up in the disaster of his potion that he hadn't heard Draco approach until he was caught in the blonde's arms. He was pressed snugly up against Draco's body, Harry relaxed instantly at the touch of his husband.

Draco put his chin on Harry's shoulder as he looked inside the cauldron. Looking at the color wasn't a good indicator of what it should look like. The only potion that should look like that would be an obscure and dangerous poison, which he highly doubted Harry was making. He glanced to the open book and was positive that his heart melted. Harry was making him a potion to get rid of stomach problems and nausea. Draco picked up Harry's hands and guided the rest of the ingredients into the cauldron, with some extra ingredients to fix the potion's odd color. He wasn't sure how it had turned into this grey mess.

Under Draco's watchful eye and comforting feelings, Harry was able to make the potion into a success. It was happily bubbling in a bright yellow color, as it should be. The toxic smell was replaced with a calming and soothing mint.

Harry turned around in his lover's arms until he could bury his face into his chest. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you feel better, but I couldn't even do that." He refused to meet Draco's burning stare and hid further into his husband's arms.

Draco smiled softly. Honestly, Harry was the best husband he could ever ask for. He ran his fingers through the wild black hair. "Thank you, angel. I appreciate it." He wasn't lying. He loved that Harry cared enough to make him a potion. He thought it was one of the sweetest things that he had ever seen. "I think you did decently well. I only added a couple minor adjustments." He pointed out.

Harry shook his head. "It would have been ruined if you hadn't come by."

Draco sighed at the sad quality to his tone of voice. "Even if you had, I still would have appreciated it. You take care of me, and that means more to me than a finished potion."

"You mean that?"

Draco rolled his eyes. He wanted to point out that he couldn't lie to Harry but he knew that his lover was needing a vocal reassurance. "Of course, my love." He looked over to see that the potion was cooled enough that he could drink it. He was never eating muggle food again. This pain was not worth it, he ignored the fact that Harry had warned him not to eat so much. That was irrelevant and beside the point.

"Hmm." Draco hummed as he took half a swallow. There was something in here that wasn't typical. "What is in this?" He looked to see a mysterious smile on Harry's face.

"You can't taste it?" Harry asked curiously. It had been a stroke of luck that he thought of it, really.

Draco tilted his head to the side as he took the rest of the potion. He tried to savor it, trying to detect what Harry could have added. He knew that he could have turned around and just looked at all of the ingredients again, but this was more fun.

"I can detect all of the normal ingredients and even some other ones. They are typical things that can be added to increase the potency and shelf life, but I don't think that is what I am missing." He sighed as he considered the potion again. He waved his hand and his vial refilled itself.

Harry arched his brows. "Baby, I don't think you should take another dose."

"I know." Draco smiled at the concern he could feel in the bond. "It would have a negative reaction to the first dose. I just want to smell it." He assured him. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, hoping to enhance his other senses.

Draco snapped his eyes open. "Did you add African sea salt?" He wondered with wide eyes. He thought back to the potion and he couldn't remember the taste of African sea salt, but he could remember an after taste of something gritty. He had originally chalked that up to the mint that had been added. They both would leave a different taste in the mouth, but together they would combine into a subtle difference.

Harry grinned widely. "I sure did. I knew that combined with the Valerian sprigs it would cause a sense of drowsiness, which would activate the Fluxweed seeds to go into overdrive since your body would be inactive due to sleep."

Draco could already feel the African sea salt coupled with the Valerian sprigs working. He was definitely tired. "Brilliant." He slurred before closing his eyes. Sleep. That sounded like a wonderful plan. Something was telling him that sleeping while standing wasn't a good idea, but his tired eyes were begging to differ.

"It almost didn't work. When I couldn't get the potion to the right color, I worried that the African sea salt would disintegrate too thoroughly in the potion. The grittiness of the salt needed to remain intact." He heard a noncommittal noise and looked up to see Draco's sleepy face. He smiled at the adorable picture of his man.

"Let's get you to sleep, love."

"Sleep." Harry snorted, it was almost worded as a question. "I like sleep." Draco mumbled.

Harry huffed out a breathy chuckle. "I imagine so." He mused as he picked up Draco. "Think you can put your legs around me?" He asked. Draco wasn't exactly light, but it was nearly dead weight without Draco helping.

"I can put a lot around you." Draco barely managed to get his legs around Harry before he rested his head against Harry's shoulder and let out a tiny snore.

It took Harry a moment to realize what he meant. He looked to the ceiling to control himself. His stomach was hurting from withholding the laughter that was threatening to bubble out. Even in his nearly intoxicated mind of drowsiness, Draco was still thinking about sex. Horny bastard.

"What am I going to do with you?" Harry whispered as he made his way back to the bed. There was no answer, not that he expected one, Draco was fast asleep. He tried laying Draco down but the blonde was clutching his shirt tightly. He shrugged before getting into the bed with him. A light nap with his husband before heading out to the sanctuary sounded like a wonderful plan. Harry waved his hand and vanished their clothes as he settled into Draco's warm body.


Harry wasn't sure what woke him up. The fogginess of his sleep addled mind was very prominent. Sometimes naps weren't a good idea. They always left him feeling dissatisfied. Naps weren't nearly long enough to gain actual sleep but at the same time, they were too long to be considered refreshing. He grappled around, looking for some part of Draco's body. When his questing fingers came up empty, he opened his eyes with a frown. The other side of the bed was slightly warm, indicating that his lover hadn't been gone too long.

He felt a forced calm in the bond, which startled him. Why was Draco attempting to calm himself down? Was something wrong? He could hear the shower in the distance, which confused him. What could possibly be wrong in the shower to make his husband have these emotions?

(*)

When the door opened, Harry could only see a mass of steam billowing out. He sat up as the blanket flitted to the floor, waiting for Draco to come out. He opened his mouth to call out but all words came to a screeching halt at the sight of Draco. His husband was gloriously naked, water slowly cascading down pale, creamy skin. Eyes that normally were a sweet silver, were lust blown and the pupils nearly overtaking the iris. Harry forced his eyes to stay open when he felt the sheer want in the bond. Draco's lust for him always made him weak in the knees. To know that someone as wonderful and as sexy as his lover, wanted him just as bad, was intoxicating. He raked his gaze down the sculpted chest and tantalizing abs, stopping on hot, fevered, erect flesh. The proof of his husband's need was standing at attention. He licked his lips the longer he stared. He couldn't help it. The sight of Draco hard and wanting, always made a deep pit of desire pool in his gut.

Draco moaned in delight to see that Harry was growing harder by the second. He wasn't sure what was causing his extra bout of desire but he wasn't about to complain. Any chance that he got to get lost in ,or around Harry, was perfect in his books. "Harry."

Harry closed his eyes briefly at the soft moan of his name. It just stoked the burning fire inside of him, making him cry out internally for Draco. He needed him, needed to be touched and to be the one touching. He held up his hand, indicating he wanted Draco to come closer.

That was all the invitation that Draco needed. He quickly stepped up into Harry's personal space to straddle his lap. He gently pushed Harry till he laid out on the bed.

Draco looked down at Harry's body in delight. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful." He smiled softly when Harry flushed in embarrassment. He put a finger to his husband's lips when it looked like the brunette might argue.

"Shh." Draco admonished. "Don't belittle yourself by disagreeing. I find you so enchanting."

Harry could feel the sincerity in the bond and he decided to let it go. If Draco wanted to praise him, who was he to argue?

"Your body will be a masterpiece."

Harry furrowed his brows. "Will be?" Was he indicating that something was wrong with his body?

Draco hummed his agreement as he ran his palms reverently against the golden skin. "Right now you are just a blank canvas. One that I get to paint any way that I see fit. One that I get to wreck into beauty. One that I get to stroke to completion." He smirked at his own pun, causing Harry to roll his eyes. Why Draco thought he was funny, was beyond him.

"What is the paint in this analogy of yours? How exactly are you going to make me a masterpiece?"

Draco grinned in delight. "You, my beautiful blank canvas, will be marked by me." He chose to show him instead of using words. Draco leaned forward to start sucking a bright red mark on Harry's neck. He closed his eyes at Harry's moan of pleasure.

"Your whole body will be painted by my mouth." He whispered as he started trailing his tongue downwards, leaving love bites the whole way. This was one of his favorite things to do. He absolutely loved to see his marks on Harry. Loved knowing that it was his mouth that had caused them. Loved that Harry got a thrill every time he saw them.

Art was quickly becoming one of Harry's favorite pastimes.

Draco moaned in satisfaction upon seeing Harry's chest covered in bright red rings. "Mmm. You look delicious." He licked his lips sinfully, which caused Harry's shaft to twitch. Draco smirked at the reaction but continued on downward to his lover's thighs. He slowly licked and suckled the skin, loving the smooth skin and the taste of Harry. He could spend hours worshipping Harry's body and never grow tired. Draco could feel a twinge of desperation in the bond and knew that Harry wouldn't be able to take much more of this. He reluctantly left his spot between his lover's thighs and settled on top of his body.

"I'm so hard for you." Draco moaned out as he ground down against Harry. They both cried out at the contact.

Harry looked down to see that Draco was painfully erect, his dick was flushed and a small bead of precum was pearling at the tip. He was suddenly starving, he needed a taste or he might worry for his health.

"Draco…" He bit his lip as he looked into those gorgeous grey eyes.

Draco moaned at the way Harry could say his name. It wasn't fair. It made him lose a slip of control. "Yes?" He breathed as he leaned forward enough to lick the side of Harry's lips.

Harry's breath hitched, it took a moment for brain power to return from the foggy lust that his IQ was quickly disappearing into.

"I want…" He trailed off when Draco began sucking another mark on his neck.

"What is it you want?" Draco whispered hotly before nibbling on his earlobe.

Harry shuddered. "I want to-" He moaned at a harder bite. "I want to suck you!" He blurted out before Draco could distract him again.

"Oh Merlin." Draco panted against Harry's forehead. "Be my guest."

Harry quickly flipped them over, till Draco was the one laying down. He could have extended this, could have returned the favor and sucked marks into Draco's skin, but he didn't want to. He was dying to get his mouth on Draco.

Draco took a breath to calm himself but released it in a whoosh as Harry's tight wet cavern surrounded him. He groaned loudly at the feel of that wicked tongue sliding along his cock. He had been planning on being the one to please Harry but this worked out just fine.

Harry relaxed his throat so that he could take him deeper, he loved doing this Draco. Loved how heavy he felt on his tongue. He gagged slightly when Draco thrusted up. Harry popped off, panting heavily.

"Sorry." Draco whispered. He didn't mean to do that. "You just feel so good." Harry smirked in delight, he loved pleasuring his soulmate. He took him back in his mouth, only this time he kept a hold on Draco so that he couldn't move.

"Yes." Draco moaned when Harry began gently fondling his balls. His eyes were glued to the way that Harry's mouth was stretched widely around his width. "Your pretty lips look amazing wrapped around me."

Harry sucked harder in response, causing a choked moan to spill from the blonde's lips. He loved the sounds Draco made during sex. They always made him nearly delirious in desire. He released Draco with another obscene pop when he felt him tense up. He didn't want things to end too quickly. Harry gave a small kitten lick to one of Draco's balls before sucking lightly. When he released it, something slick caught his attention. Harry spread Draco's creamy thighs apart and moaned at the stretched out and slicked up hole.

"I fingered myself in the shower." Draco panted harshly as he recovered from almost climaxing.

It was making sense now, Harry thought. The forced calm in the bond must have been Draco trying not to come. He watched the blonde's face as he roughly thrusted two fingers inside him.

Draco cried out at the feel of those lovely fingers. He had made sure that he was stretched out but nothing felt as good as Harry.

"What did you think about in the shower?"

Draco blinked as he tried to get his mouth to form words. It was rather difficult with those wicked hands rubbing against his prostate. "I- oh fuck- you. I was thinking about- yes! - you."

Harry stilled his hand as he watched Draco's face grow heated with desire. "What about me? You could have woken me up."

Draco shook his head, his pale hair sticking to his face. "I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to thank you for making me the potion. I wanted to show you my gratitude. I wanted to make you feel good."

Harry pressed a sweet kiss to Draco's thigh as he harshly pumped his fingers into him.

The warring sides of Harry were causing Draco some confusion. The soulmate bond was sweet and gentle, a side effect of his admission, but the harsh thrusting fingers were promising something else. Something sinfully dark and delicious.

"I thought about what it would feel like to have you inside of me. I thought of the burning stretch and the wonderful fullness. I thought about how good it would feel to have us so connected. I thought about how delicious you look when you come. I thought about how dilated your eyes go when you are sliding into me. I thought about how only you can provide me satisfaction. I thought about how badly I need you to fuck me."

Harry couldn't stop the moan if he had tried. Draco's mouth was a blessing and a curse. The sharp tongue and zero filter got the man in trouble just as often as it worked in his favor.

A surprised squawk came out of Draco's mouth when Harry flipped them again. "I want you to fuck yourself on me. I want you to use me for your own pleasure."

A full body shiver wracked Draco's body. Merlin, he loved the sound of that. He summoned the lube that was still open inside of the bathroom. He quickly lubed up Harry's cock.

They both let out loud moans when Draco slowly lowered himself down. "Fuck." Harry swore at the tight heat engulfing him. He had to restrain himself from just thrusting up. He wasn't sure where the self-control was coming from.

"Harry." Draco moaned as he experimentally clenched around Harry. He felt a spike of pleasure in the bond and couldn't hold back. He slid up before slamming back down hard. "Yes."

Harry gripped the sheets of the bed hard, in an attempt to keep still. He needed the distraction to keep his lower body stationary. He wanted to do this, wanted to just watch Draco writhe on top of him.

Draco loved the awe and desire on Harry's face. Loved the way that Harry made him feel sexy. He leaned forward slightly to change the angle. He closed his eyes in pure pleasure when the head of Harry's cock pressed against his prostate. His legs stuttered to a stop.

"Harry I can't." Harry's face was contorted and the veins in his neck were standing out with his effort to keep his self-control. He was confused at what Draco was talking about. "Will you?" Draco paused to try and get his point across with a shallow thrust.

"Fuck yes." Harry lifted his knees and planted his feet flat on the bed before snapping his hips up hard. He wasn't too sure his restraint would have lasted. He wasn't a saint for a reason.

Draco threw his head back and let out a cry when Harry relentlessly began fucking into him. It was almost too much but never enough at the same time. "Right there." He moaned. "Don't stop."

Stop? That wasn't going to happen. If Harry could have found the words to argue, he would've. He just decided to let his body do the talking. He grabbed Draco's hip and slammed as hard as he could upwards.

Draco was releasing a string of Harry's name, over and over. He wasn't even aware he was doing it. Harry though, was reveling in every whispered moan of his name. It fueled his desire that was pooling in the pit of his stomach. He nearly wished that Draco would stop, because he was almost to the edge of his climax, could feel the waves of pleasure cascading forward.

"So good." Harry slurred. "So hot. So tight. Perfect, you are perfect Draco."

Draco's body felt inflamed with the desire rolling off of Harry. He knew that it went both ways, knew that Harry could feel exactly what he was doing to him. Knew that Harry could feel how much he was enjoying it. He tried participating more, tried to slam down opposite Harry but he couldn't, it felt too good. The pure pleasure was making him go stock-still.

"Draco, I don't think-" He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"Yes, Harry." Draco locked his gaze onto Harry's. Watched the spark of desire in those green orbs. "Come." He demanded. "Come inside me." He moaned at the thought of Harry finishing inside of him. "I want to feel it. I want to feel your come leaking out of me."

That filthy mouth pulled his orgasm straight out of him. His hips began stuttering to a broken rhythm. He could hear Draco wanking furiously and the sounds were so erotic. He opened his mouth in a silent cry as he poured what felt like his entire essence into Draco. He thrusted shallowly as he chased the after effects of his climax.

Draco was mesmerized by the sight of Harry in the throes of passion. The way Harry's mouth opened in slight surprise was so intoxicating, he was positive that he had never seen something so hot in his life.

"Draco." Harry whispered as he watched the head of Draco's cock disappear and reappear as he fucked into his fist.

The sound of his name falling from that sweet mouth was his undoing. He groaned out Harry's name as his body shuddered out his release. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as he painted Harry's body with another form of himself. His beautiful masterpiece was complete.

Draco made a choked noise when Harry lifted his finger to swipe it in Draco's rapidly cooling come and suck into his mouth.

Harry made an appreciative noise of approval at the salty taste of Draco.

(*)

"So good." They said in unison. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of the way those pretty lips sucked the finger in. He was entranced at the lick of a tongue that came out to play.

"I think you are trying to kill me." Draco whispered as he watched another swipe of his come disappear into Harry's mouth. "It is positively criminal of you to be that hot."

Harry smirked at his flustered husband. He thought that Draco needed to check his reflection in a mirror, because his lover was the epitome of hot. The afterglow and drying sweat made him look dazzling. The way his hair was tussled and a mess sent shivers down his spine. The sparkling grey eyes made his heart swell with love. Every little thing about Draco did something to him.

"Are you going to arrest me?" Harry whispered as he licked the last of Draco's come off his chest.

Draco blinked in surprise. "Role playing, huh?" He mused as he leaned forward to kiss Harry softly. "I think out of the two of us, I might be the criminal though."

Harry shook his head in rebuttal. "You, my love, are a saint." He ignored the snort from Draco. "You are the poster boy for angelic intentions and pure innocence."

Draco arched a brow. "Are you having a go at me?" When he detected amusement from the bond he narrowed his eyes. "You know, I think I will arrest you." He decided. "It is not nice to make fun of Aurors. Why, Mister Malfoy, I think I must take you to the Ministry for some questioning."

Harry's eyes widened at how authoritative Draco sounded. He could almost see him as an Auror.

"Is that fear I detect?" They both knew it wasn't, but Harry decided to play along.

"Oh please sir." Harry begged. "I can't go to the Ministry, I have two animals and a slightly deranged painting that depend on me to come home. There must be something that I can do. I'll do anything."

Draco snorted at the cheesy but creative answer. "Anything, you say?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Yes, anything." The suggestive tone wasn't lost on Draco.

"Well in that case…" He trailed off, leaning forward so that he could press his mouth up against Harry's ear. "I want you to do my homework for me."

Harry gaped for a moment before he pushed Draco off of him. He noticed the small wince when his softened member slid out of him. He ran his hand along his side in an apology. "I don't believe you." He retorted with a grin and a shake of his head.

Draco let out a loud laugh that made Harry sigh happily. "Hey, you are the one that said anything. I just got sex from you, why not try for more? You should know better than to offer a Slytherin such an open-ended agreement."

Harry sat up and stretched his arms up above his body before placing a cleaning charm on them. "Lesson learned, but I refuse to do your homework."

"You are going against our agreement? How dishonorable of you." Draco pointed out. He had to bite his lip to stop from smiling.

Harry threw him a wink over his shoulder. "Criminal, remember? We can't all be law abiding Aurors such as yourself." He retorted. "You should know better than to make a bargain with a criminal of the law."

Draco raised his brows. "Touché"


"I fucking hate these vines." Harry grumbled as he wrenched his arm away from the groping plant. Draco rolled his eyes but chose to stay quiet. He was still basking in the wonderful afterglow of their previous activities. It would take a lot to ruin this mood, weird touchy vines were not high on his list of worries.

"Why don't they bother you?" Harry knew that he was whining but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The weird creepy vines only seemed to have a fascination with him.

"No clue." Draco admitted as he entwined their fingers and made their way down the road. "To be fair, if I was a plant, I would be all up on you as well."

Harry rolled his eyes but still felt a warmth of affection at that. Draco's statement had been a combination of sweet and sexy.

They still managed to have an abundance of stares today, which concerned them both. They had remembered to put on a dampening spell. Perhaps the ones in the road were the same people from yesterday. Draco frowned as he looked back at the gazes, some he could remember, some were different. So that couldn't be it.

Harry was grateful that the sanctuary wasn't too far from the entrance. He couldn't take the stares. There was something different about some of the stares today. It was almost suspicion, like that they were seen as thieves.

"I am not sure if it is any better or worse than yesterday." Draco mumbled under his breath. It was almost pointless in his attempts at keeping his voice low. He knew that any of the magical beings near them would have picked up on it, anyways.

"I am not sure." Harry admitted with furrowed brows. Perhaps they were just doomed to always have the spotlight shined upon them. "I will feel better when we get out of the road and into the sanctuary."

Draco snorted derisively. "I don't think that will help much." He argued. "They stared at us plenty yesterday, even in the sanctuary."

"You are right."

"I usually am." Draco retorted with a wicked smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes but wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, letting go of his hand. Draco relished the contact as he burrowed into Harrys side, he loved that neither one of them shied away from public displays of affection. Occasionally, depending on whether they were around muggles, they would tone it down but they never stopped holding hands. Even if that meant pissing off judgmental people.

Draco was pretty sure the guards at the door were the same vampires as yesterday… possibly. Their creepy flustered stares were at least the same. Actual looks? He couldn't say for sure. He needed to pay better attention to his surroundings.

Once inside, they ignored the itinerary sign and made a beeline to the same room as before. There were a couple stragglers on their way there, but they paid the stares no mind. Draco was proud of his new-found ability to filter out the stares, if this kept happening then he was positive that he wouldn't even notice them in the future.

Harry frowned as soon as they opened the door, he was pretty sure the group of girls sitting around the table were not their new friends. He blinked at their shocked faces. "Sorry. We seem to have gone to the wrong room." He didn't even wait to hear their replies before he shut the door quickly. He looked up to Draco as they both took a couple steps away from the door before pausing. "That was awkward."

Draco snorted. "I'll say."

Harry furrowed his brows. "Where do you think they are? We are kind of late." He sent a pointed look to his husband, it was Draco's fault that they weren't here earlier.

Draco grinned a predatory smirk that managed to show his teeth. There was a slow drag of his tongue that had Harry shifting, thinking about how talented that tongue was. "Is that a complaint?"

A flick of a pale eyebrow had Harry wincing at the lust bubbling up. Damn. How is that a simple gesture could get him like this? His soulmate had an uncanny ability to know everything that turned him on, without it ever being mentioned.

"No." Harry shook his head. "Definitely not a complaint. Just an observation."

Draco huffed out a laugh. "A thin way of pointing fingers but keeping your own nose clean. How very Slytherin." Harry detected the pride in his tone and he puffed out his chest.

"I am The Slytherin." Harry teased lightly.

Draco took a step closer and smirked internally at the tiny step that Harry took back. "No matter how Slytherin you think you are." He whispered hotly. "You will never keep up with my devious mind. You do not have the title of The Slytherin, I am afraid that title belongs to me."

Harry wasn't too sure about that. When he put his mind to it, he could be pretty Slytherin. Draco smirked, something that sent unease through Harry, his thoughts must have shown on his face.

"Harry, love of my life, you really don't want a Slytherin war. You will lose."

There was a sense of sexual danger in his voice. It was doing things to Harry's insides. Delicious things that fueled his imagination. His very wild imagination.

"Is that so?" Harry attempted a determined nonchalance, an oxymoron in of itself, he just hoped that he came across as convincing.

The challenge in Harry's tone caused Draco to narrow his eyes. His lover's voice had been slightly breathy, taking the edge of the challenge off. He decided to call his bluff. He spent years learning all kinds of tactics on how to handle people. Some people required intimidation and fear. Others praise and compliments. Sometimes just a simple acknowledgement could go a long way. Politics takes a lot of people watching, one has to not only observe but also understand who the target audience is. Each person has subtle differences from the next. Even if you think that you are on the same side of an issue, there is always something that sets one apart from the other. A lot of things could be said about his father, most of them negative, but it was a known fact that Lucius Malfoy could charm just about anyone and make them think that they had come up with the plan in the first place. It was a good thing that he taught Draco everything he knew. It was also a good thing, that he knew Harry better than anyone else in the entire world.

Draco took a step forward, pleased to find that Harry had backed into the wall. Perfect, time to implement his plan of attack. "I know your every desire, dream and emotion. I know how to play your body like a delectable instrument or a breathtaking play." He smirked when Harry's breath hitched. "You have a wicked mind and a wonderful Slytherin side to you." He praised, loving the way his words caused those green eyes to sparkle. "But…" He paused for a dramatic effect, loving the way Harry's face leaned in closer, like he couldn't wait to hear what he had to say.

"You have this not so very great Gryffindor side to you. It gives you all kinds of things that just war with your Slytherin nature. Where you might rush into my traps or plans, recklessly I might add, I will have cautiously planned at least fifty steps ahead of you. I will have you thinking that you are winning, when in reality, you are spinning your own web of defeat. One that will have you so far entangled that you won't be able to see the endgame." He whispered into Harry's ear.

"I know exactly how your mind works, I know just the right gears of yours to avoid, know what you will and won't do to counteract my whims. I know exactly how to appeal to your Gryffindor side, while slowly ensnaring you into your own traps. Lions might be king of the jungle… but snakes… snakes are poisonous. Sure, some aren't, but the majority are pretending indifference. They wait until the perfect moment to strike. Everyone knows that the lion is big, strong and powerful. Lions aren't underestimated or overlooked, a snake though, is. Snakes are often seemed as weaker in comparison. Don't let that fool you. That is what us snakes want. We want you lions to think that you are all mighty, we want you to think that your power is infallible. Because nothing is sweeter than to beat you at your own game, with new tactics. Fair is never the way to gain the upper hand." Draco paused to make sure that his husband was sufficiently distracted, so that he could check on his own trap.

"Can you do that Harry?" He nosed along Harry's jaw. "Can you do things dirty? Can you do things that are wrong in the name of winning? Can you ignore the pull of doing good? Can you set aside the instincts to win fairly? Because I don't think you can. I think the Gryffindor side of you will kick in. I think that you will always do what is right in the end. While you may be a nice combination of two houses, I am not. I am a Slytherin. One hundred percent of the way. The bones of my body are nothing but cunning and ambition. I was born into this, raised into the traits. Slytherin is deeply ingrained into my veins, the blood that flows freely inside of me, screams my resourceful and sneaky nature."

Harry had honestly never felt so breathtakingly impressed and in awe of his husband before. Listening to Draco talk like this was doing something to him. More than just lust. He had always known how smart and talented his soulmate was, but this was something else. Because the longer Draco talked, the more Harry lost confidence in his own abilities to out Slytherin the blonde. He was beginning to think that Draco had him right where he wanted him.

Draco ran his fingers lightly against Harry's cheek before taking a miniscule step back, it was enough of a step to cause Harry to try and follow.

Harry frowned when his legs didn't move. He looked down in surprise to find that his lower half had been spelled frozen. "What?" He asked inelegantly. "When?"

Draco leaned forward to suck lightly on Harrys neck, right underneath his chin. "The moment your back touched the wall." He admitted, he felt a flash of surprise in the bond and smirked ferally.

"I may not be a poisonous snake." Draco whispered. "But I promise you, I still know when to strike." He bit down hard enough for Harry to let out a low groan. "Tell me, my precious lion, is this enough proof? Or would you like a different type of demonstration. I promise you, I will always win."

Harry closed his eyes for a moment when Draco's tongue ran along his lightly stubbled jaw. "Fuck." He muttered. "I concede. You win." Harry could feel the smug satisfaction wafting off his husband, but he didn't care. "Feel free to give as many demonstrations as you want."

Draco laughed loudly before releasing Harry from the spell. Harry used his newfound freedom to move up against his soulmate's body.

"What would you have done if I hadn't backed into the wall?"

"I would have used a tweaked dampening spell mixed with a locking spell to bind your wrists together during a heated kiss. The distraction of my tongue would have been enough to fuddle your mind into thinking that I was just keeping your wrists out of the way for sexual reasons." He waggled his brows suggestively.

Harry arched his brows in surprise. "I am torn from being mildly impressed and then disappointed that I didn't receive this kiss." He ran his fingers along Draco's cheek lovingly. "You really did think ahead."

Draco arched an unimpressed eyebrow. "Slytherin Rule #4: Do not rush into situations without a plan. -That is for mindless Gryffindors." He recited. "Even if it was just one upping my sexy husband, the rule still applies. I will always plan ahead, my lovely consort."

Harry smiled softly at the endearment. It had been a bit since he had heard it. "Have I told you today how much I love you, my liege?"

Draco buried his face into Harry's neck and smiled widely. "Multiple times, actually, but I adore hearing it." He would never tire hearing Harry's declarations of love. Sure, he could feel the love but it was always nice to hear it as well.

"That was one of the hottest displays of foreplay I have ever seen."

Harry and Draco snapped their heads up to see that they had amassed a small crowd. It would appear that their friends had found them, along with a couple girls from the room.

Draco looked to Joseph, who had been the one to speak. "That was not foreplay." At his look of disbelief, Draco elaborated. "That was just a small spark of desire. What we do behind closed doors is ten times more powerful." Which was true. There had been lust in the bond but nothing compared to what they feel right before sex.

"Well, if there are even doors." Harry piped up, remembering the very pleasurable places all over the house that they have engaged in 'indecent' displays, at least Kreacher seemed to think so.

Draco smirked as he thought back to those same moments. "Mmm, yes.' He agreed as he placed a wet open mouthed kiss to Harry's jaw.

"Goodness you both have no shame." Blake uttered as he fanned himself with one hand.

"If that wasn't foreplay then I am seriously upset with my own love life." Joseph grumbled.

"Hey!" A girl cried indignantly. She had long wavy brown hair, her hair was nearly to the floor, which was saying something since she was almost as tall as Joseph. Harry felt absolutely tiny in comparison to her. He was pretty sure her hair was taller than him, and wasn't that just sad?

Harry watched Joseph wince before turning a charming smile on the girl. Well he assumed it was supposed to be charming, to him it looked more like a grimace.

"Jasmerine." Joseph said a little nervously. "I didn't see you there."

"Obviously." She retorted with visible anger.

"Oh, this will be good." Peter whispered with a gleaming flash of fanged teeth. Kenny bit his lip to hide a smile as he shook his head. "We might have to intervene if they get physical again."

"That was one time." Both Joseph and Jasmerine said at the same time.

"Three times." Jake and Blake argued.

"No, it wasn't that many." Joseph shot back with a frown.

"Four actually." The other girl piped up. Draco looked to her curiously. There was something odd about her. He hadn't quite placed it just yet. She had short black hair, shorter than Harry's and spiked up. She was darker than Kenny and Peter, darker than even Blaise, when the sunlight from the windows reflected against her body, he could almost detect a blue shine to her skin. He couldn't see any fangs and her eyes weren't any indicators of a werewolf. Draco wasn't sure what she was but he knew that she was definitely not just human. The girl looked to him and there was so much danger in her gaze. The white of her eyes were much larger than they should be, it was almost overtaking the pupil and the iris.

"Oh." The girl hissed in pleasure as she stared at Draco first and then Harry. "Such desires. I can see them." She shuddered in delight. "Such a shame that I can't explore them in depth."

"Yeahhhh…." Draco trailed off with a 'what the fuck?' look to Harry. "We aren't into threesomes. I am the jealous type. I would sooner kill you than let you touch him. So there is that."

Harry choked slightly at Draco's words. Merlin, would it kill his husband to be a little less candid?

"I can see that." The girl said in a breathy voice. "There are so many things here. So many things that I could play with. How heartbreaking, I have never come across so many deep and delectable desires."

Harry shifted uneasily. He looked to the rest of the group to shed some light on what was going on.

"Shia." Jasmerine called forcefully. "Pull your restraint up and take a step back."

Draco watched with narrowed eyes as the girl shook herself slightly before stepping back. She gave them a stiff smile. "Sorry about that."

Harry didn't think that she sounded that sorry.

"My father is a Shaytan. It is hard for me to reign in the desire to trap people in illusions. You two are quite… delectable. Your bond prevents me from trying anything." They both detected disappointment to her tone.

Harry felt a lot of unease from Draco at her statement. He himself wasn't fairing to well. A hybrid Shaytan? He had heard from the family about what they had gone through with the Shaytan on the way to the Bermuda Triangle. Draco had shown him some books on Jinn and he thanked everything that he had that the Shaytan had required help, otherwise the Shaytan might have killed them all.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you got along well with Scarlett." Harry grumbled. Both girls seemed to enjoy messing with people.

Shia grinned widely. "Sure do. Scar is one of my closest friends."

Jasmerine rolled her eyes. "Don't know why, she is the biggest bitch I know."

"Right." Jake, Blake, Joseph and Peter said at the same time.

Kenny looked amused at the hate for his sister. He didn't speak up, though.

"Ah Jazzy, no need to be jealous. You will always be my main bitch." Shia assured her.

Jasmerine huffed in reply, but her mouth twitched. She turned to Joseph. "Speaking of bitches." Draco let out a low whistle at the insult.

Joseph raised his hands in the air. "No need to be rude Jazz." He chided with a frown. "Besides, why do you care? We haven't been together in ages."

Jasmerine scoffed. "Last week. We slept together last week." She responded dryly. "That really is ages." The sarcasm was heavy.

"Don't get pissy with me." Joseph growled. "I told you before all of this started that I didn't want a relationship. I warned you ahead of time so that I wouldn't be stringing you along." He pointed out angrily. "I laid it all out on the table so that you would understand just what you were getting into. You are pissed off because you wanted more. You wanted a relationship from me."

"Of course I did!" Jasmerine yelled. "I thought that I could convince you that we would make a great couple. I thought we had something special."

Joseph growled. "We did have something special, just not a relationship. How can you be mad at me, when I told you in advance that we would never be in a relationship? I told you that this was strictly sex, I even gave you an out. You chose to stay. How is it that you are trying to claim that I led you on? Because that is what you told me last week! If a guy tells you that he doesn't want a relationship, it is not the job of the girl to try and prove him otherwise. I knew what I wanted and a relationship just wasn't it."

Jasmerine growled before blindly grabbing Shia's hand and stomping out of the hallway.

"Well, that was awkward." Joseph huffed out nervously.

"Maybe for you." Draco and Peter said in unison. They shot each other amused looks. "I found it entertaining." Peter mused. Draco nodded his agreement. This sanctuary was way more interesting than he first believed it would be. The drama was a fortunate side dish to the adventure.

Joseph snorted. "I am honored that my humiliation has bled into your satisfaction. I shall endeavor to continue pleasing you."

"See that you do." Peter snarked back with a smirk.

Kenny ignored the banter and looked to Harry and Draco. "We thought that you both might have left for the rest of your honeymoon."

Harry and Draco shared slight embarrassment. "Oh, well, we had some things to take care of." Harry offered weakly.

Peter and Joseph stopped their teasing to snort loudly at them. "Yeah, we can still smell it on you."

Harry cringed at that. They had not taken a shower afterwards. The cleaning charm must not have gotten them all the way clean.

"All of our senses are heightened." Kenny explained with a shake of his head.

"Now it is awkward." Draco mumbled as he rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. "So." He began in a false cheery voice, hoping to change the subject. "What are we all doing today?"

Peter rolled his eyes at the blatant subject change. "We were thinking of going to a nightclub. Showing you some of the nightlife."

Harry shared a surprised feeling in the bond. Nightlife? The most they did after 9pm was cuddle on the couch. Not very adventurous but still enjoyable.

"We have never been to a nightclub." Draco murmured out loud. "But we are willing to try it out." He winced internally, he wasn't sure about this. A room crammed with sweaty bodies all gyrating in what they think is a sexual way but really looks like seizing cats who have been drowned? No thanks. He briefly wondered if that meant that they were somewhat boring. They didn't really get out of the house too often. That was by choice though. He loved nights where they could be cozy by the fire and indulge in many different ways to scar Kreacher's mental health. They had an open challenge to try and predict how many times Kreacher would call them indecent. So far, Draco was winning.

Jake and Blake looked at them incredulously. "You have never been?" Jake asked with wide eyes.

"Night club virgins? We have to change that!" Blake clapped his hands enthusiastically.

"We go to a lot of clubs." Kenny explained. "It is something we all enjoy."

Harry was a little surprised that Kenny liked clubs seeing since he didn't really like crowds but to each their own, he supposed.

"Let's get ready to go." Joseph told them in excitement. "After the disaster with Jasmerine, I am ready to let loose."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, let loose into a one night stand."

Joseph clutched his hand to his chest. "Oh, you wound me. I am hurt that you think so little of me. I was aiming for at least two nights not just one."

Peter snorted. "My mistake. If I had known you had set your sights so high up, I wouldn't have spoken up."

"We all can't be lucky enough to find a chosen mate like you." Joseph retorted with a fixed smile. Draco wondered if that was why the boy seemed to be interested in many girls. Was he just using meaningless sex as a filler for an absent partner?

Harry furrowed his brows. A chosen mate was just how it sounded. Someone that magical beings choose to spend their life with, even though it isn't a soulmate. It would be like any typical relationship in the human world, only for life. A chosen mate was someone that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. If Joseph wanted a chosen mate, then what was holding him back? Surely, it can't be hard to find someone. If the boy was only interested in flings, then was it really a surprise that he hadn't found a chosen mate?

Peter clapped Joseph on the back. "Yours will come along." He ignored the glare that Joseph was sending him. Harry figured that the werewolf didn't like talking about feelings too much.

Draco looked up at the sky. "Aren't nightclubs, you know, at night?" It was only a couple hours passed noon.

The teenagers laughed warmly. "It depends." Kenny answered. "Some are but there are some that are open around now."

"Yeah but only losers show up right when they open." Joseph piped up. "We have some hours to kill before it would reasonable to show up."

"It's too bad we can't go to Club Kyo." Jake grumbled with a glare at Joseph. "We could've been there right now."

Joseph groaned miserably. "When are you guys going to give that a rest? It was an accident!"

Kenny snorted derisively. "You accidentally shoved your tongue down the throat of the owner's daughter?"

"How was I supposed to know that she was the owner's daughter?"

Peter sighed heavily. "Her name is Kyo. It was kind of obvious that she was related to the owner somehow. Seeing as the club was named after her!"

"I just thought it was a funny coincidence. Besides, she never said that her father was nearby! It was just bad luck that the bartender ended up being the owner. I mean, I just thought that he was a grumpy man who made a poor career choice if he couldn't have good customer service." Harry snickered at the clueless boy.

"He was the only employee not wearing a uniform. He looked like he owned the place!" Blake piped up with a shake of his head.

"He not only kicked you out but we got banned right along with you!" Jake grumbled with a petulant pout to his lips.

"That was ages ago! I thought that we would have gotten over this by now."

"Three weeks. It has been three weeks." Kenny retorted. "Your lack of awareness when it comes to time is starting to worry me."

Joseph ignored his friends and turned to Harry and Draco. "We will be going to Venom." He also ignored the groans of his friends. "It is… a different kind of nightclub than one you might have heard about."

Harry decided to not point out that they again, had never been to a club.

"Venom is owned by the Incubi council." Peter piped up with a glare at Joseph. "It is a shady place, which is why we don't typically go there."

Draco looked to Kenny curiously to gauge his reaction.

Kenny nodded his head. "I will be the first one to admit that it is not the… cleanliest of places."

"What does that…" Harry trailed off when he caught on to what Kenny was saying. "Oh." He whispered. It was a place where their kind could indulge in sexual acts. That was different.

Draco really didn't want to go now.

"It isn't as bad as it sounds." Kenny assured them. "It is a place that welcomes all kinds of magical beings. Even muggles are welcome. It is a decently populated place."

Peter scoffed. "They only allow muggles in because it is more food for their appetites."

"There is that." Kenny admitted sheepishly.

"Why did you want to go there?" Draco asked Joseph.

The man shrugged. "Venom is the most adventurous nightclub around. Plus, it will help me find a lovely lady."

Jake and Blake snorted openly. "Riiight." Jake said slowly. "Like any lady you meet there will be anything but seedy and easy."

"Exactly." Joseph responded with a waggle to his brows.

Draco ignored their discussion. "Should we change?" He asked as he looked down at his and Harry's clothes. They were in just casual jeans and button up shirts.

"Nah. You are fine." Joseph assured them. "You aren't there to find a date nor does it really matter what you are wearing."

Harry leaned into to Draco. "I think you look delicious." He knew that Draco wasn't too sure about going out, hell, neither was he, so he tried to make his husband feel better.

Draco felt like his heart had turned a little mushy. He was wearing nothing special but Harry always looked at him a like a present he wasn't sure he was allowed to have. "I love you." He whispered back as he sent a wave of gratitude to him.

"I love you more." Harry responded as he pressed a gentle kiss right below Draco's ear.

Draco opened his mouth to argue the ridiculous statement but was cut off.

"Please don't. I can only handle your nauseatingly, adorable, heart shattering love in small doses." Joseph told them with a grin, letting them know he was only teasing. "If you both start a 'who loves the other more' argument, then I fear I will have to bite someone just to relieve tension."

Draco chuckled. "Well, we wouldn't want that now, would we?" He wrapped his arm around Harry and pulled him close. "So if we have hours to kill, what are we doing in the mean time?"

"I am glad that you asked." Peter said with a frightening smirk of fangs.

Harry wasn't too sure that he would like this.


"Never again." Draco complained firmly as they all walked the couple blocks to Venom.

"It wasn't that bad." Jake offered weakly. Even to Harry it sounded pretty pathetic.

"We didn't know that everyone would react like that." Jake protested when Draco glared at him.

"I could have told you that." Draco grumbled. Harry sighed before reaching out and entwining their fingers. He also pushed a wave of confidence and love through the bond.

The change was immediately noticed when Draco sagged and the tension in his shoulders vanished. The anger that had previously marred his features was replaced with a loving smile towards Harry.

"Woah." Blake whispered. "Soulmate superpowers."

Joseph snorted. "I don't think it was super powers but it was rather impressive."

"Alright. I suppose it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be." The grudging statement from Draco caused eyebrows to raise.

"Huh." Joseph scratched his head. "Maybe it was soulmate superpowers after all."

Draco rolled his eyes at them as he sighed internally. He supposed he was just a little angry. The past four hours had been spent being treated like a science experiment. He had finally seen the rest of the sanctuary, only problem was that he didn't even get to enjoy it, the never-ending stares followed them everywhere. It didn't help any that their friends riled everyone up. 'Everyone this is the soulmate power couple. Five galleons and you can even touch them' Joseph had meant it as a joke but there had been people who took him seriously. Draco almost hexed some old lady when she got into his personal space. He thought that everyone would settle down but they just kept getting bombarded with questions. Which seemed a little normal, they were the shiny new strangers, that would attract attention. Only, they seemed to be answering the same questions over and over. No one was really listening to them, they were just entranced by their presence. It was creepy and not enjoyable.

"I don't get it." Harry piped up. "I can understand why people stared at us yesterday, we didn't have the dampening spell on. Today though, we did. I made sure of it. So why did they all stare?"

Peter hummed in thought. "With magical beings, you have to consider our senses. There are things that we see or feel that you won't ever be able to. Without the dampening spell, your bond was completely visible to our senses, in some way. Dampening spells by definition, dampen magic. Not get rid of it. You successfully applied the spell but it wasn't enough for our senses. Just like the cleaning spell didn't hide the evidence of your sexual activities." He told them wryly.

Harry flushed at the reminder that they had been caught.

"I would say that you mainly just dulled the bond to our eyes. It is like a poorly executed vanishing spell. What happens when you perform a vanishing spell but don't hide the magical signature of the spell itself?"

Draco furrowed his brows. "The object will be vanished but it will be like a giant red sign pointing to the place it once was. If the magical signature is still there, then it can be easily felt out, which would defeat the purpose of vanishing the object in the first place."

Peter shot him a pleased smile. "Exactly. You dimmed the bond but didn't hide the effects of the spell. We can easily tell that something was supposed to have been dampened. Only problem is that your bond isn't something that can be easily hidden. It is like it is partially visible. I know it is there, I just don't sense the full weight of it. It is just like someone underneath an invisibility cloak. Sure, they are hidden, but when they move or talk, the evidence that they are there is quite clear. Your spell didn't hide all the evidence. If the person under the cloak had muffled their steps or even performed a silencing charm, then that would make the effect much better. You didn't clean up the tracks of your spell. The spell worked, it just didn't get rid of the evidence." He explained.

Harry made a thoughtful noise as he thought this over. It would seem that they had to tweak the spell better the next time they performed it.

"Plus, you have to account for natural curiosity." Kenny added with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Draco wondered.

Kenny smiled wider. "When faced with the knowledge that someone is hiding things from you, wouldn't you want to figure it out?" He asked. "If you saw a lady with a weak glamour charm on, showing glimpses of what she should look like, wouldn't you stare at her? Wouldn't you want to see if maybe the glamour would fail and you would see what it was that she was hiding?"

"Oh." Draco uttered. He hadn't thought of it like that. He would've stared at the lady. Knowing that someone went to the lengths of changing their face but not performing the spell accurately, would have attracted his attention. He supposed he couldn't blame anyone from staring. He would have done the same. They would just have to make sure that they got the spell right, next time.

"I wish you wouldn't have bothered." Kenny said with a sigh. "Your bond is rather beautiful. I could stare at it all day." He went pink, indicating that his admittance was embarrassing.

"I wish I could see it." Joseph, Peter, Jake and Blake all said together.

Harry wasn't sure what to think about that. He would like to see what it was that Kenny saw when he stared at them. It was interesting to know that some people could see them differently.

"We didn't want to be stared at." Draco explained.

Peter snorted. "Well if that was your intention, then it failed miserably."

Draco pressed his mouth together in faux annoyance. "Would it kill you to be less blunt?"

"It might." Peter joked.

Draco would have retorted but he stopped in slight trepidation when he realized that they were approaching their destination. There was a slight wait to enter the building, which surprised him. It was barely past sunset, shouldn't it be less busy?

Joseph grinned at them. "Venom is pretty popular. Muggles are attracted to the place without knowing why." He explained. "Magical beings go there because they know it will be a good time."

"So you say." Jake, Blake and Peter muttered.

Draco wondered why only Joseph seemed to like the place. He figured it had to be what they mentioned earlier, that it was owned by the incubi council. He wasn't entirely sure what they had gotten themselves into. He just hoped that he liked how the night would turn out.

They all got in the back of the slow-moving line.

"Come on Kenny, all you got to do is walk to the front and they will let us all in." Joseph whined. It would appear that waiting in line was his downfall.

Kenny shook his head. "No way." He shot Joseph a disapproving look. "I am not going to use my status just so you can get in quicker. I am no better than anyone else waiting to get in." He firmly told him.

"You are the next in line for chairman of your council, though." Jake pointed out. "You should be allowed to just enter whenever you want."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Don't encourage him, Jake. We can wait like everyone else or we won't go in at all."

Harry bit back an amused smile, he thought that Kenny sounded like a mother threatening to turn the car around.

After a tense wait, which Joseph whined the whole time, they finally were about to enter.

"Mr. Lee, what a surprise." A guard at the door announced. Draco arched a brow when three workers sprang to attention, pretending that they had been working the whole time. A chorus of 'Good evening Mr. Lee' was heard amongst the workers outside.

"Kenny, please." Kenny asked them a little desperately. "Mr. Lee is my father and I am afraid I am not quite ready to be called that."

"Sorry, Mr. Lee." The flustered bouncer mumbled as he held the door open for them. Kenny sighed in exasperation of the continued use of his surname.

The bouncer narrowed his eyes when he looked to Peter, who had his arm entwined with Kenny's. "He is with me." Kenny said in a low voice. There was a hint of a growl to his tone, one that impressed Draco. Kenny had managed to be intimidating but also warning the man at the same time.

"Sorry sir." The bouncer said desperately. "My mistake."

Kenny waved the apology away and walked inside. Harry and Draco were the last of their friends to walk in. The bouncer had looked at them curiously, trying to figure out what about them was so odd. They ignored the man to enter the nightclub.

Harry looked around the room and the only thing he could think of, was why? Why did they come? Why did people do this for fun? Why did girls wear nearly no clothes? Why was alcohol treated as water and just gulped down without any hesitation? Why were there so many people here? Why did people think that was dancing? Why did there have to be gyrating pelvis' to be considered acceptable for a public place?

There were way more people than Draco thought there would be. The room wasn't altogether that big. Surely this was breaking some kind of fire code to have this many people in a small confined space. He looked around and his brows rose in surprise at the booths lining the walls. The black booths had 'privacy' curtains that blocked out the vision into them. He didn't have to be a genius to figure out that that is where the incubi and succubae take their victims. The booths were all taken and some of them were shaking. He shuddered in disgust as his mind pictured what must be going on inside them. It wasn't the sexual act that grossed him out, nor was it the public aspect to it. He himself had some fantasies about him and Harry doing something sexual in public. No, it was the fact that everyone who had sex in the club would use those booths. No amount of cleaning spells would make them clean. They were dirty in every sense of the word. Just looking at them made him want to confess his sins.

Harry spotted Kenny and the rest of the group making their way to a set of stairs. The stairs were blocked off by another guard. They made it to them in time to be allowed access. He looked at the second floor in interest. It was much calmer up here than it was downstairs. There were at least tables up here for people to enjoy. He was a little surprised that there weren't too many people up here.

"This section is only for magical beings." Kenny explained.

Jake and Blake snorted. "Yeah, magical beings that are important." Blake corrected. "We wouldn't even make it up here if Kenny wasn't here."

Kenny bit his lip but didn't refute the statement.

"I like it much better up here." Draco said in relief. The music was just as loud from up here but at least he could reach out his hand and not touch some nasty sweaty stranger.

"Are you crazy?" Joseph scoffed. "All the ladies are down stairs."

Draco looked at him like he was stupid. "Does it look like I care about the ladies?"

Joseph peered at Draco, who was sitting in Harry's lap by the table. "No, I suppose not." He said a little sheepishly.

Harry tightened his hold on Draco, he was a little offended by Joseph's line of thinking.

"Well, I will be down stairs. Hopefully you and Harry come dance in a little bit." Joseph shrugged and took off.

Everyone else took a seat at the table. "I think I will dance in a little while." Kenny mused, keeping a hand on Peter.

Draco felt that eyes were on him, he looked up to see a guy with dirty blonde hair staring at him. The man looked to be a few years older than him, with hazel eyes. The eyes were decent enough, but to him they looked like a cheap knock off of Harry's. The man was good looking but not in the least bit tempting. He didn't like the longing in the man's eyes. It was… disturbing.

Harry felt the unease from his husband and he frowned. He couldn't see what Draco was looking at but he didn't like the emotions in the bond.

Draco patted his hand and sent him a wave of assurance as he broke eye contact with the odd man.

"Oh look." Jake pointed out in amusement. "Jasmerine is here."

They all looked down over the banister that showed the lower floor. Sure enough, she was there glaring daggers at Joseph as he 'danced' with some girl. To Harry it looked like they were attempting to have sex with their clothes on, which would be rather difficult.

"Two galleons says that she starts a fight." Blake offered up to the table.

"No way." Jake scoffed. "That is the worst offer in the history of worst offers. It is a given that she will start a fight." Kenny and Peter snorted.

"Alright." Blake said in defeat. "Two galleons says that his dance partner will get pummeled in the fight."

Jake made an interested noise as he looked down to the girl that was still dancing with his friend. "Look at the muscles on her. I guarantee that she isn't some muggle, there is an aura to her. I can't smell her this far away but my bet is that she isn't a werewolf either." Blake was looking a little nervous now that he was noticing the same things his cousin was. "Alright, you have yourself a bet. I think that if there is a fight, that his new partner will beat Jasmerine."

Blake looked a little less enthusiastically as they shook hands, much to everyone else's amusement.

Draco leaned forward when Jasmerine pushed the dancing couple apart. "The balls on her." He shook his head. He didn't really know the girl but it was clearly obvious that Joseph wanted nothing to do with her.

Peter snorted. "That is Jasmerine, though. Getting involved in things that have nothing to do with her."

"Oh shit!" Jake and Blake said in unison when Jasmerine threw a punch right at Joseph's face. They couldn't hear the fight but the open mouth of the dance partner was in a scream.

"He has a thing for dramatic girls." Kenny sighed heavily as the dance partner looked around wildly, they could all see that she was hysterically panting.

"That is because he is a ball of drama himself." Peter said with a smirk.

Jake and Blake leaned forward when it looked like the dance partner was going to do something other than freak out. They tilted their head when a newcomer intervened.

"Who's that?" Harry asked curiously as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see better. The new person was a man slightly shorter than Joseph but still way taller than Harry.

"No idea." The others answered as one. "He doesn't look familiar." Kenny said out loud. "Nor is he an incubus."

Peter narrowed his eyes. "He isn't a vampire."

"Not a hybrid that we recognize." Jake and Blake piped up helpfully.

Draco leaned forward so much that he was practically leaning over the banister. He waved his hand in front of his eyes so that he could temporarily heighten his eye sight. It wasn't a spell that should be done often, because if done regularly it will actually have a negative impact on the eyes. It can cause the caster to become dependent on the spell, making the caster believe that they can't see well without it.

"I knew it!" Draco whispered triumphantly. "He is a leprechaun."

"What?" Everyone asked in unison.

Harry furrowed his brows when he thought back to the Quidditch World Cup. There had been leprechauns there, they had been the Irish team's mascot. They had been exactly what he thought of a leprechaun… which was tiny and green. This guy looked nothing like a leprechaun. This guy had light brown hair that was tied up in a bun. There was a shadow of a beard along his jaw but nothing longer than half an inch. When he thought of a leprechaun… this sure wasn't it.

Draco could feel the confusion in the bond and he reached out behind him to grab Harry's hand, he didn't take his eyes off the fight scene. The leprechaun had gotten Jasmerine to stop fighting. It seemed that he was sternly talking to them all.

"Leprechaun's are similar to Veela in a way. When angry, a Veela will transform into partial birds. Their beaks elongate and they can be quite vicious." Harry nodded along, this much he knew.

"Leprechaun's have more than one appearance. The small little side of them are for show. It is typically a reflex; an uncomfortable leprechaun will resort to their other shape. It is almost like shape shifting. Werewolves shift on the full moon. Veela shift when angry. Leprechaun's shift whenever they want." Draco finished.

Peter narrowed his eyes again as he took in the appearance of the new guy. "My eyesight is more advanced than your own." He told Draco in confusion.

Draco rolled his eyes at the statement. He knew that Peter wasn't trying to be rude, just that the vampire was confused at how Draco knew when he hadn't.

"Blaise went through a leprechaun faze. He met one at the Quidditch World Cup four years ago. He thought he could do long distance. That didn't work out very well. Not to mention the man was five years older than him."

Harry blinked rapidly. "Blaise dated someone 19, when he was 14?" He knew that five years wasn't that big of a deal, but when you are 14, it seems a lot bigger."

"Yes." Draco rolled his eyes again. "But that is beside the point." He pointed out. "Blaise, Pansy and I, did a lot of research on leprechauns. We couldn't allow him to get involved with someone and not know everything about their culture. That is kind of rude to remain ignorant when you don't have to be."

Peter furrowed his brows. "I have been around several leprechauns in the past but I didn't notice any tells that would give one away when they weren't shifted."

"I have never met a leprechaun." Kenny whispered. "There hasn't been a leprechaun inside the sanctuary in a long time."

Draco shrugged. "It's the medallion on his shirt."

Everyone leaned in to inspect what Draco was pointing at. Harry had to squint really hard just to make out something gold and shiny on the man's collar.

"That is infused with many different spells and potions to heighten the ease when a leprechaun shifts. The shift can be painful and the gold coins help lessen the ache of shifting bones. I remember seeing it in the books and even on the leprechauns at the Quidditch World Cup." Draco explained. He knew that the magical beings would know all of this about the coin, but Harry wouldn't.

Harry wondered if that is where the muggle myth about leprechauns and gold came from. Was it their coins that caused the theories?

"I wasn't looking at his clothes." Peter mused. "Well done." Draco could hear the almost pride like quality to his tone and it made him smile.

Jake choked a little, causing everyone to lean forward further. Harry's eyes widened at the sight down below them. Jasmerine was long gone, she seemed to be dancing furiously with some poor sap who couldn't keep up with her fast feet. The dance partner with the muscles was at the bar glaring at Joseph.

Joseph… was being healed by the leprechaun. They could all see the shy smile on the werewolf's face. It was almost adorable.

"Is Joseph into guys as well as girls?" Harry asked curiously. He recognized the look on Joseph's face, it was the same look that Draco sometimes gave him when he was particularly in a loving mood.

"No." The rest answered firmly.

"Uh…" Blake trailed off after the negative answer. The leprechaun lifted his hand and slowly lowered it against the newly healed eye, the bruise was gone. There was a hesitant kiss to the man's palm from Joseph. "Perhaps we spoke to soon."

"No way." Kenny whispered with a smirk. "How could we have missed this?"

Draco watched the way the kiss lit up the leprechaun's eyes, making the man seem positively smitten.

"To be fair, Joseph is constantly sleeping with a new girl every other day. The signals we were getting were pretty straight forward." Peter reasoned.

They watched as the leprechaun raised his palm in a clear indicator that he wanted to dance with Joseph.

"Is he blushing?" Jake asked in a completely aghast voice.

Peter snorted at the visible blush on the werewolf's face. "Surprising. Joseph retold his very explicit past sexual history to Mrs. Chan last week, without batting an eye. Not even a slight blush, but yet a dance offer has him blushing like a prepubescent child."

Kenny smacked his arm lightly in a warning to be nice.

"He told the director of the sanctuary about his sex life?" Blake whispered in horror. "I can't even be in the same room with the woman when she teaches sex education to the younger children."

Draco and Harry snorted at the alarm in Blake's voice. Harry furrowed his brows when the statement triggered something that he had never thought of before. Why hadn't Hogwarts taught the students about sex education? Sure, he had other things on his mind during school but he was one of the minority. Teenagers can be quite horny bastards, Draco was a prime example of that. Not that his husband had been promiscuous, luckily Draco had found his love of sex after they got together. Though not all teenagers were like that. He could remember a few older students being vocal about what they were doing. There had been no class about protection spells or contraceptive potions either. He just hoped that the students were being safe. Maybe that was something else they could add into the petition for the Ministry.

"I think it is cute." Draco said out loud. Harry shook his head of his wandering thoughts as he tried to understand what Draco was talking about. "Perhaps he wasn't aware of his bisexuality and slept with women hoping that they would provide what he was clearly missing. Some people don't realize that they like the same sex until it is screaming at them in the face."

Harry tilted his head to the side as he considered this. He himself had never liked guys until Draco. He just hadn't thought about it. Although, his fleeting relationship with Ginny hadn't been exactly satisfying. Things had never clicked like they should have. He hadn't liked kissing Cho, at all, nor was his date particularly fruitful. Perhaps he hadn't ever been into girls. He shrugged internally. It didn't matter if he was bi or gay. He was happily married to a man and was completely comfortable with that.

"Or." Kenny spoke up. "Maybe he was aware of it and panicked. He might not have wanted to be attracted to men and hid the fact with meaningless sex."

Harry frowned. "But I thought that homosexual relationships in the magical world were okay socially."

"They are." Peter reassured. "Joseph is a unique hybrid amongst his own people. Werewolves don't have hybrids like some other magical beings. He is a walking contradiction. Most Original werewolves stick to other originals. It is not uncommon to have unions like his mother had, it just isn't done too often. The pressure to mate with an original female would be strong within the council."

Harry sighed in frustration. "I thought that male werewolves can get pregnant." He was not understanding this at all.

Kenny smiled at Harry in a gentle way that had Harry almost growling. He didn't like it when people tried to patronize him. Draco turned his gaze away from the dance floor and pulled on Harry's hand to get him up. He took Harry's recently vacated seat and had his husband sit down on his lap, reversing their earlier position. Harry felt much calmer with Draco's presence and touch. He looked to Kenny in an apologetic manner.

"They can." Kenny took over the explanation. "What you have to understand is that the werewolf council is falling apart. They aren't as structured as they once were. Werewolves are the most hunted magical beings at the moment. Every year their numbers dwindle dangerously. If things don't change, I predict that within the next five years, werewolves will become almost as instinct as us Incubi."

Harry shook his head rapidly, no, that couldn't happen. He feared for Remus and Teddy even more than he had originally. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to his family. He just wouldn't.

"The werewolf council has been telling Joseph his whole life that when he becomes a proper marrying age, that he will breed the best choice of original female werewolves that there is. They think that since his mother was an original that it would help his future children genetically." Kenny shook his head. "It makes no sense but that is part of why their council is practically in shambles."

Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust at the wording, 'breed'? What was this? The middle ages?

Peter nodded his head in understanding. "The best choice at the moment is Jasmerine. Which is why she is here in the sanctuary. The werewolf council sent her a couple years ago, to get the two of them more acquainted. Joseph told her upfront that he wouldn't commit to a relationship with her. He wants to abide by the council but also wants the freedom of finding his own chosen mate. I guess the real problem might be that Jasmerine isn't a boy." The final sentence was said with an amused smile.

Kenny elbowed his mate but they could all tell that he was amused as well. They looked to the dance floor to see that the two men in question were dancing to a rhythm that didn't match the beat, it was a slower dance than it should be.

"Oh my." Peter said with distaste. "I have to admit that Draco was right. They are cute." Harry snorted at the obvious pain that the admission cost Peter.

"You know what I just realized?" Jake asked his cousin in shock. "We are now the only straight ones of the group."

Peter chuckled at the wonder on Blake's face when Jake's words registered.

"Looks like we are the minorities in more than one way." Blake said in awe.

Kenny shook his head at them. "You act like being the minority is something amazing."

Jake scowled. "Well, hello? It is." His tone suggested that Kenny wasn't thinking straight. "I mean we are already sexy troll hybrids, you four won't be getting the ladies, so that means that they will be coming to us." He gestured between him and Blake. "So yes, being the minority here is a major win."

Peter smirked at them as he placed his head in his palm. "One problem with your brilliant conclusion."

The cousins narrowed their eyes in suspicion. "Which is?" Blake asked with his arms folded across his chest.

"You actually have to have girls approach you, which hasn't happened in months. I have actually never seen either one of you with a girlfriend, come to think of it."

Jake scowled. "We are just riding the single life… that's all." At Peter's incredulous look they both glowered. "We could get a girlfriend if we wanted." Blake told him sternly with his tongue sticking out in a glaring show of maturity.

"The day that happens, is the day that I adopt you."

Jake and Blake shot each other mischievous looks. "You know, Blake, I have always wanted a second daddy."

Peter choked slightly at that.

"Don't ever call my mate daddy again." Kenny warned them with a frown, but his eyes were shining in mirth.

Harry grinned at their bantering, he liked their friendship. It reminded him of his own friends. He missed the quartet a lot, and it had only been close to a week since they left.

Harry stood up. "I think I will get some drinks from the bar." He pointed to the bar on their own floor. He made his way over to the nearly empty counter with all the orders from the rest of the table.

Draco was listening to Jake and Blake tease Peter about what it would require to adopt two partial trolls when he heard a low cough. He looked up to see the odd blonde man who had been eyeing him earlier.

"Can I help you?" He drawled in an unfriendly tone.

A flashy smirk that no doubt drew in shallow men and women was his response. "I think it is the opposite. It is what can I do for you." The suggestive tone to his voice had Draco's eyes hardening.

"I am sure that line works on simpletons, but it won't work on me." He told him thinly. He could see Harry turn quickly to see what was causing his anger. He sent his lover a wave of confidence, letting him know that he could handle it. Draco saw Harry narrow his eyes but relent control to him.

Harry was leaning against the bar with a heated glare at the stranger that was angering his soulmate. He had already given their drink orders to the bartender and was just waiting for them, now.

"Oh?" The stranger asked playfully and confidently. "Why is that?" He leaned into Draco's personal space.

Draco sighed heavily before pointing to Harry. "You see that guy over there? The one with the beautiful eyes and outrageously messy hair? He looks like he just rolled out of bed or had a particularly satisfying shag."

The stranger furrowed his brows in confusion but nodded anyways. "He is my husband. My very territorial husband." He lifted his left hand to show the idiot his ring. Which also should have alerted the man to the fact that they had tied themselves together in the in perpetuum simul ceremony. The man however, hadn't even taken his eyes off of Draco's lips, which was seriously pissing him off.

"Husband you say?" There was a leer in the smirk he was giving Draco now. "Perhaps the both of you would like to come with me downstairs to one of the booths?"

Draco opened his mouth in surprise at the man's gall. Was this a usual thing done at this place? He shook himself mentally. He had not thought that he would ever get propositioned, especially not by someone who wasn't Harry. "Look, you moron, can I call you a moron? I feel like since we know each other so well, that nicknames are acceptable at this point in time." He could hear the snorts of everyone around them. He held his hand up when the man looked like he was going to say something rude, if the red face was anything to go by.

"I tried being blunt with you but it looks like I was too subtle. So I will remedy that quickly. My husband, the man who was just sitting in my lap before you unfortunately came over here, is not a man you should mess with. Neither am I, but that is beside the point." At the disbelief in the man's eyes, Draco smirked dangerously.

"Harry has been in a war. Have you ever fought in a war? I don't mean a war with your liver that you have no doubt been drinking into a stupor." He nodded to the pile of shot glasses at the guy's table.

"I am talking blood and death. He has seen some things that might make your stomach churn and your toes curl. He knows spells that would make you wish for death, he knows potions that would literally spill your guts to the floor. Have you ever played with a person before? I am talking their life. Have you ever held the life of someone in your hands and just played with it like a child in a candy store? He could slit your throat easily and revel in the blood, he could eat parts of you for breakfast if he wanted to. The insides of a human body actually look like rubbery eggs, did you know that? Did you know that the smell of a dead body never really goes away? The entrails leave behind a residue that just won't get clean no matter how hard you try, but I am sure that he is willing to chance that if you don't get away from me."

The man covered his mouth with his hands. "I think I am going to be sick." Draco watched him stumble away towards the bathroom with satisfaction. There was a silence around the table that had him looking up.

Jake and Blake looked a little green. "Was that true?" Jake whispered as he stared at Harry in a new light.

Draco snorted loudly. "No, but that wanker didn't need to know that." Harry was a soft teddy bear compared the mental picture he had painted. Harry would have messed the guy up, but not to that kind of extremes.

The cousins relaxed drastically. "You had me worried there!" Jake scolded him.

"That seemed oddly knowledgeable to not be real." Peter mused.

"Well you don't house Voldemort in your house and not pick up on his methods. You don't even want to know some of the things I have witnessed." He shuddered, trying not to think of the dead man.

There was an uncomfortable silence that ensued after that, until Harry came back baring drinks. "You alright, baby?" Harry asked softly as he lowered himself back in his husband's lap.

"I am now." Draco answered honestly. Which was the truth. With Harry here, he made the awkwardness melt away. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the stranger come out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Harry love, I need you to glare at that guy for me."

Harry arched his brows but did as Draco asked. He looked on in amazement when the guy let out a squeak and ran down the stairs as if someone was chasing him. The table erupted in laughter.

"What just happened?" Harry demanded to know.

Peter snorted amongst chuckles. "It would appear that your glare is just that intimidating." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"I may have indicated that you would do terrible things to him if he didn't leave me alone." Draco admitted with a kiss to the back of Harry's neck.

Harry twisted a little till he could look at Draco's face. "You don't need me to protect you." He was confused, Draco was not a damsel that needed a knight in shining armor. His husband was very skilled with a wand and could take care of himself.

Draco smiled softly at his lover. He loved that Harry treated him like an equal in every aspect of their lives. "I know, but it fit in nicely with the story I was laying out."

Harry wrinkled his forehead in thought. Judging by the way the guy fled and the fact that Draco had absolutely no filter when it came to talking, he figured that Draco had said some twisted things. "Do I want to know?"

"No." The rest of the group answered for him. Harry chuckled but shrugged. He was okay with not knowing. It was probably for the best, anyways.

Staying up on the second floor gave the illusion that they were in a decent place, but every time Harry looked over the banister, he could see the evidence that they were in fact in a nightclub. A seedy one at best.

A sudden thought sparked in his mind. Harry stood up so fast that it startled everyone else. He looked into curious grey eyes. "I know that you are married kind sir, but it would be of the highest honor if you would grant me the pleasure of one dance."

The way Draco's eyes sparkled took away Harry's breath. He smiled sweetly in response, with his hand still held out in an invitation.

Draco couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. "You are correct in your assumption. I am married… happily married." He added, loving the way the bond seemed to breathe happily. "I would love to dance with you, Harry." He quickly placed his hand in Harry's and allowed himself to be pulled up.

They walked towards the stairs with their eyes on one another, not paying attention to where they were going. Draco thought there might have been some catcalls from their friends, but he wasn't listening in the slightest. He was too distracted by the way the flashing lights made Harry look ethereal in his beauty.

The song was faster than either one of them were used to, so it took them some time to get used to the beat. They would never be professional dancers but they didn't fare too bad, especially for their first time. Draco made sure to keep a hand on Harry, partly to ensure that he didn't go anywhere. The excess bodies everywhere made it seem like they were dancing with multiple people instead of just each other. Mainly, he loved the feel of Harry's skin underneath his own.

Harry could understand why Joseph and his leprechaun had danced to their own rhythm, there weren't many opportunities for romance on the dancefloor. He looked around to see actual couples dancing, not just strangers and it made something Joseph say earlier stick out. Dates. Joseph had said that they didn't have worry about their clothes because they weren't there to get a date. It made him realize that he had never had a date before. Neither had Draco. Not even in their past lives had they gone on dates. It sent a small shot of longing go through him. He wanted that. He wanted to go on a date with Draco.

"What's wrong, angel?"

Harry smiled warmly before lowering his head to Draco's shoulder. Draco stopped moving to wrap his arms around Harry and hold him tight.

"Nothing." Harry told him truthfully. "I just have an idea that I want to implement." He could feel the curiosity from his husband and it caused him to grin.

"I'll tell you when I figure it out." Harry promised.

Draco arched a brow but decided to let it go. If Harry didn't want to tell him just yet, then that was fine with him. Harry hadn't lied when he said he was fine, so it obviously wasn't a problem. That didn't stop him from being curious though.

"I am pretty sure for that to count as dancing, then you actually have to move." They both looked up to see a sweaty Joseph and his mystery man.

"Sometimes you have to take a break." Draco countered with a grin, not letting Harry go.

Joseph laughed warmly. "You only had one dance. Why would you need a break already?"

Harry lifted his head up. "Alright. Perhaps he just needed an excuse to hold his husband." Draco nodded his agreement.

"Oh, you are married?" The mystery man asked with a gentle smile. "Hi, my name is Cian, Cian O'Brady." The man held his hand out.

Harry reached out to grip the man's hand with a smile. "Harry Malfoy." He loved that his name didn't even remotely sound familiar. It was nice not being recognized as Harry Potter.

Draco could hear the thick Irish accent in the man's voice and it just proved even more that he had been right. He reached out his hand to the man. "Draco Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you both." Cian genuinely told them. Harry instantly liked the man, much more than he had Jasmerine.

"So did you know each other before today?" Harry asked curiously. He was intrigued at how quickly Joseph had relaxed around the man. The earlier ladies' man was mellowed into a calm persona. One that made him almost not recognizable.

Joseph exchanged a look with Cian before shaking his head. "No, tonight is the first time we have met." Joseph told them without taking his eyes off the other man.

"Hopefully, there will be other nights." Cian muttered.

Draco felt a little awkward, the previous discussion was now over as the men began a private moment. He felt like they were intruding.

Joseph smiled shyly. "I would like that as well."

Harry smiled at the kiss Cian placed on Joseph's cheek. "I shall see you tomorrow, acushla." He looked to Harry and Draco. "Perhaps I will meet you again, sometime." They watched him walk through the crowd and out the door.

Joseph sighed in a way that Draco could only describe as besottedly. "I have a date tomorrow." Joseph said in awe.

"A date? 'Mister I don't date, it shatters illusions of sex' has a date?" Came Peter's voice. Harry saw that the rest of the group had converged on them.

Joseph rolled his eyes. "Yes, I have a date. Got a problem with it?" He straightened up to his full height.

"Not at all." Kenny interrupted smoothly. "We are just surprised is all."

Jake and Blake nodded along. "Yeah, usually by now you are in one of the booths." Jake told him gesturing to the rocking booths in the back.

"It's not all about sex, you know." Joseph countered, lifting his nose in the air.

Harry watched everyone gape inelegantly, even Peter.

"Who are you, and what have you done with our friend?" Blake demanded to know as he stood on his tippy toes to press the back of his hand to Joseph's forehead.

Joseph smacked his hand a way with a laugh. "Alright, I suppose I deserved that. There is something different about Cian. Makes me want to take it slow."

While everyone was still gaping like idiots at him, Harry spoke up. "I think it is sweet."

"Thank you, Harry." Joseph said gratefully with a glare at his friends. "Why don't we head out of here?"

Kenny arched a brow. "You want to leave the club before midnight?"

Joseph blushed. "Well, there isn't anything here for me at the moment. I figured we could go somewhere else that isn't a club."

It was obvious that his friends were struggling to understand his sudden change of behavior.

"What did you have in mind?" Draco asked. He didn't mind leaving the club, he was itching to go somewhere with less sweaty bodies.

"I was thinking we could go pig out on muggle fast food and do absolutely nothing together."

Several stomachs growled in agreement at this plan. Draco wrinkled his nose. "Umm." He was still remembering his disaster last night. The muggle food had not settled well with his stomach.

They all began walking towards the exit. "Just be careful how much you eat." Harry told him softly. "I'll help you find something you will like." He promised.

"With my angel keeping a watch on me, I will be just fine." Draco admitted as he pressed a soft kiss against Harry's lips. The kiss was too soft for Harry's liking but it fluttered his heart regardless.

"Keep that up and you are going to make me lose my appetite." Joseph griped from a head of them.

"Get used to it." Draco snarked. "I plan to bore you to tears with my wonderful observations of how amazing and talented Harry is, while looking at him with stars in my eyes."

They all laughed at the agonized groan that Joseph released. The club may not have been Draco's idea of fun but with Harry by his side and friends nearby, life was pretty perfect. Tomorrow would be a new stop to their wonderful honeymoon, but Singapore would always have a special place in both of their hearts. He knew without a doubt that they would be coming back in the near future for a visit. Especially with friends like this.


Author's Notes:

Alright, what did you all think? I would say that not a whole lot happened in this chapter but there is a reason for all of this. There are things that happened in this chapter that will be mentioned later on. I don't just have pointless things mentioned... usually. Haha.

Key things that I want to mention.

-1. Harry making a potion, horribly, to make Draco feel better, makes me swoon. Too cute.

-2. Pronouncing the names. Jasmerine: Jazz-mer-een. Shia: Shy-uh. Cian: Key-in.

-2a. Jasmerine was pretty self explanatory, her character, I mean. She likes Joseph, obviously. It first started out as duty but for her... it bled into more. Now, I did play around with that. I had originally thought of making her the girlfriend but I am so happy I didn't. I like Cian much more.

-2b. Speaking of Cian, I know there wasn't much on him. Just a small introduction. No worries. He will be introduced later on. In case I am being too subtle. Ireland will be included in the honeymoon. So if you wanted to learn more about my version of the leprechauns, then you are in luck. If you didn't, then oh well.

-2c. Shia. She isn't exactly a major player but she is somewhat important. No, her father is not the same Shaytan that was released. Shaytans are very dangerous, if you have forgotten what exactly they do, then please go back to the chapter titled Shaytan, in my first book of the series. So, Shia is not someone to be taken lightly.

-3. Slytherin war. I really do think that Draco would win that one. Yes, I realize that Harry shouldn't be underestimated and that he is mighty powerful. Butttttt... Draco has been raised to be a Slytherin. Harry may have the qualities of a Slytherin and even act like one, but I just don't think he would be a match for him if it came down to out smarting the other in a Slytherin matter. Your thoughts on this?

-4. Joseph. I debated for a while on his personality. I liked him being just a giant flirtatious guy who couldn't keep a relationship if he tried. I think that out of all of them, that he would be the one that fit this bill to a tee. I also had liked the idea of him being strictly heterosexual. I changed my mind in the end. You can take this as him being bisexual or just that his homosexuality was repressed. Either way is fine with me. I think the pressures of his council would have played a big part in his mentality, which would have made him shy away from boys.

-4a. There are factors that play into sexuality that I wanted to address with this chapter. I suppose you can consider the council as a metaphor for a family. Some people feel that they cannot come out due to family pressure. This chapter is a roundabout way of showcasing this. In a magical world of acceptance, I had to get creative in putting this out there. There is no one way to be LGBTQ+. Every person is different in their own experiences. So some might think it odd that I portrayed Joseph like this but this type of situation happens a lot more than you think. Take what you will from his character.

-5. The night clubs. Venom was a club in Singapore that was around in 1998. I wanted to stay accurate to the time period. Now, club Kyo, which was only mentioned in passing, is actually a club that is in Singapore currently. I needed to have a name that could fit with the whole 'daughter of the owner' bit, which was quite difficult to find a club that could potentially sound like a name. So I just tweaked it slightly.

-5a. A night club owned by the Incubi and Succubae council was something that intrigued me. I needed a way for them to be able to have access to 'food' without drawing too much attention from the magical Ministries and local law agencies. No, they aren't killing them. Just sex. There are clubs like this all around the world in my story. This was just one of them.

-5b. I don't know if nightclubs are a cliché fanfiction thing or not. I just needed something that five local teenage boys might be interested in. Yes, I realize that they aren't all of age. Singapore it is 18... for a lot of things. Butttttt... with Kenny being who he is, no one would question his admittance. I suppose I could have found something else but this was something that I have never written about and it intrigued me.

-6. I just adore that Draco says pretty much whatever is on his mind. The no filter is an interesting trait that I quite like.

-7. Acushla is a way to call someone darling in Gaelic. Not a literal translation, just something I came across. Which is rather adorable that Cian would call Joseph that, considering they just met.

-XxTheDarkLordxX