As always, ownership goes to the amazing JK Rowling.

I tried to make this chapter sexy since I went super heavy on emotions/memories in the last one

Songs used in order are:
Wicked Games by The Weeknd
Pretty When You Cry by Vast (Yes, odd choice I know, but it fit with the purpose)
Haunted by Beyoncé

Enjoy!

Draco shifted in his seat, willing his cock to behave as the dim lights of The Belt pulsed with the sensual beat streaming in through the invisible sound system.

When Levi, the waiter who Draco had finally deigned to ask the name of, had informed him that the line up tonight was a little different he had been curious. Sadly no more information was forthcoming as apparently the staff had been informed to keep the details of tonight's events to themselves.

The first couple of songs had been interesting to say the least, from the song choice to the dancers. Above all they had been sexy. The performers had been on another level tonight, like they were a part of the music. The first had reminded the blonde of the day on the stairs when Potter had turned down his hand. Why it brought that to mind, he wasn't sure. That strange memory and the feelings unsettled him slightly. 'Just a coincidence...' he thought to himself.

As the beat of this new song started Draco's eyes were drawn to the male on stage, a new one this time, twisting and writhing with the pulse of the club. He moved sensually, slowly, his hands tracing over his body and drawing the eyes along his enticing frame. The words of the song rang through the blonde's head, reminding him of that day his world came crashing down.

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here

Draco could see the man on stage tracing along his chest to those words, almost as though he was tracing a scar.

Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame

Those words... How many times had Draco told Potter that he was nothing but a name; he was nothing to his friends but his fame.

He shook his head, brushing away all of those memories, turning his eyes back to the show, watching as the man lay back on the floor, arching his back and shifting his hips.

Yes... this place definitely was interesting.

As the song died the male lay there panting as though he just finished a marathon of sex. it was a lovely sight to see. Draco could almost see him laying like that beneath him. Just the thought had the youngest Malfoy shifting in his seat uncomfortably and taking a deep drink of his Firewhiskey, the burn doing more to reign himself in than anything else.

There was a moment of silence before a pulsing beat started, different than the last, but curious, almost like a heart beat. It was creepy and sexy and he didn't know how exactly he felt about it as the words started easing into his ears.

Two men appeared on the stage as the lights rose instead of the usual solo performances. Both had nondescript black cloaks on, facing away from each other. The one on the left, the more tan of the two, turned to the other, reaching out as if in longing. With the next pulse of the music the other, paler, had whirled around, trowing his arm out as if to swing at the other man.

I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry

This... this was new. Draco couldn't stop his eyes from roving over both of men as they circled each other, those words seeping throughout the dim room. Suddenly they were on each other, pulling at their robes before gracefully spinning away. As though they couldn't decide if they wanted to fight or fuck.

I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine

With each word more of their clothing disappeared until both were standing there in tight spandex shorts. Draco knew his eyes had to be playing tricks on him becasue he could have swore the paler of the two was wearing dark dreen while the tan one was in a dark red. When he blinked, they were black and sheer. 'Definitely going mad..' Draco thought to himself, once more getting distracted by the way the two pressed against each other agian and again, continuing the dance.

You hurt me baby
I hurt you baby

The tan male wrapped his arms around the paler before being roughly shoved away. As he spun around from being pushed, the paler came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him from behind, slowly grinding his hips against the other before ripping himself away.

If you knew how much I loved you
You would run away
But when I treat you bad
It always makes you want to stay

The pale dancer fell back, laying on the stage for barely a moment before the tan one was on him, straddling him with his hands brushing along that pale flesh as though he could wipe something away.

As the last chorus rang out Draco sat in his seat transfixed. That had be sexy and confusing all at once. The ending, it put him in mind of the day he himself had gotten a scar. At the thought, Draco touched his chest nervously. That had been the day Potter had almost killed him with a Sectumsempra. He had his own scars to bring.

Draco looked down just as Levi was taking away his empty tumbler and replacing it with another. "Thank you." He said, picking it up and downing half of it without a second thought. He didn't know why so many memories were assaulting him tonight, things he hadn't thought about in years.

As Draco was sitting there attempting to push the ghosts of his past back into their box, the lights went back down, signaling another show to start. As it was nearing two in the morning, he knew it would be the finale.

It's what you do
It's what you see
If I'm haunting you
You must be haunting me

The sensual beat filled the dark club, sending chills up the Malfoy heir's spine. This would be the best yet...

It's where we go
It's where we'll be
I know if I'm on to you, I'm on to you
On to you, you must be on to me

The lights rose and he was there... Orion. He stood still as the music seemed to swirl around him until finally he moved, and the world seemed to stop for him.

He shifted his upper body, rolling his shoulders as if loosening the muschles there. Those muscles could be seen straining against his beautiful tan skin. That skin almost glistened under the lights, as if his body was slick and sweaty.

My haunted lungs
Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you
You must be haunting me

He moved his hips side to side with the beat, lifting his arms above his head and those muscles strained again, as though knowing what was to come. Turning to face the crowd, he lowered his arms, sliding them down across his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, his head falling back as if his own touch felt erotic.

My wicked tongue
Where will it be?
I know if I'm on to you
On to you, I'm on to you
On to you, you must be on to me

Orion stood on the stage, bare but for a pair of leather shorts that tied on the sides, almost as a corset would tie. Draco could see the way his ass was outlined by them and his mouth went dry. How did such a sexual, sensual man exist in this reality.

You want me?

As those words filtered through the sound system, Orion's head came up, his eyes locked directly with Draco's. The blonde's heart almost stopped. He had to be imagining this.

I walk down the hallway.

With each phrase, Orion took a step, rolling his hips and body as though he was elsewhere with less on.

You're lucky

He stopped and raised his hands, grasping leather straps that had remained unseen until then. The crowd had been so entranced by his body, no one had seen the straps lowering.

The bedroom's my runway

The straps lifted him up slowly, tightening around his wrists. He had stepped into straps on the floor unnoticed. Those straps attempting to hold him as the others pulling him up, stretching his body taught.

Slap me!

As those words rang out, his body arched, head falling back in what looked like pleasure.

I'm pinned to the door

He pulled at the straps around his ankles, as though trying to lift his legs, his hips grinding up against something no one else could see.

Kiss, bite, foreplay

Orion lifted his head and once again looked directly into Draco's eyes, unblinking and unwavering as his body bowed, looking as though he had been hit with a whip.

My wicked tongue
Where will it be
I know if I'm on to you
You must me on to me

Those eyes, once again Draco found himself swimming in emerald orbs that held so much passion, so much pain. He felt as if Orion was seeing all the way to his soul... just as Harry had.

'It really is him...' The blonde thought as he watched the lights dim around the man. 'it really is Harry.'