The Way I Are

Chapter Four

"I'm telling you, Pansy, he was flirting with me!" Draco shouts while on the phone with Pansy the morning after their bar night that included Harry.

Draco has, since working in the office that incorporated Muggles, gotten used to using a telephone and a few other appliances.

"Maybe. Is he coming out with us again tonight?" Pansy asks.

"Yeah, but he said he's going to meet us at the bar. Pans, I need you to talk to him. I need to know if he was intentionally flirting with me or just being Potter, please," Draco begs, in a very un-Dracolike manor.

"Draco, you do realize that you could always ask him, yeah? I'm sure you'd probably run away screaming after you did, but you could."

"No. No, absolutely not. Please, Pansy? I'm begging you."

"Of course I was flirting with him! You really weren't kidding when you said Malfoy is dense," I shriek into the phone to Pansy.

"Well, I know that, and you know that, but Draco doesn't seem to. Harry, I think you need to be more blatant tonight. Now, I'm not telling you to outright tell him you want to take him home, but at least make it so there's no mistaking your flirting for being Potter, as Draco says."

I nod, thinking hard about how I'm supposed to go about being more blatant with my flirting with Draco, while still being discrete. Not quite sure that's really even possible. But hey, I at least need to try.

As I think about how on Earth to go about approaching things with Draco tonight, I decide to hop in the shower and begin getting ready for the interesting night ahead of me.

"You're late, Harry," Pansy hisses as soon as I get to the club we decided to go to, rather than a bar, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the far left side, across from where I could see Draco. "Draco is being chatted up by a bloke he seems to be interested. I swear to you, Harry, if all of the work I've put into getting the two of you to clear the sexual tension goes up in flames tonight, I will not be happy—at all. So I suggest you go over there and do something to make Draco switch his attention to you."

I laugh quietly at Pansy's desperation, but nod anyway, heading over to where I see Draco.

Instead of approaching him directly, I stand behind him, waving the bartender over to me so I could order a drink.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender—a man, looking to be about my age with dark red hair and green eyes asks.

"A beer, thanks," I reply, picking the money I owed for the drink, sliding it across the bar to the tender once he hands me my drink.

I pop the cap off and take a long swig of it, looking out of the corner of my eye at Draco. What I see makes me slightly sick. Draco is clearly throwing himself at this poor bloke, who seems to be interested enough, but not as interested as Draco is.

The man has chestnut brown hair with bright green eyes. He is quite thin and spindly, but I guess he's attractive enough. Apparently enough for Draco, too.

I can't tell whether or not Draco noticed I'm behind him, but rather than waiting around for him, I lean against the bar, looking out over the crowd.

My eyes meet with a tall, dark, and handsome man who abandons the woman in a too-short dress he'd been dancing with to come over to me.

"Care to dance?" he asks with an American accent.

I nod, following him out to the crowd, right in front of where Draco sits with the brunette.

As I dance—not very appropriately, might I add—with the American man, my eyes catch Pansy's, who is—of course—dancing with Blaise.

"What are you doing?" she mouths, guiding Blaise's hands from her waist to her bum.

I nod my head towards where Draco is, noticing as I do that he's no longer talking to the brunette—he's looking at me.

"So, what's your name?" the man pressed against my back asks.

I tilt my head back so he can hear me and reply, "Harry. And you?"

"Bailey."

We don't say much more, aside from a few dirty comments as we dance together. Bailey slides his hands from on my hips to my thighs and back again.

"Pansy, what is he doing?!" Draco hisses, referring to his raven-haired partner dancing with some stranger.

"The same thing you were doing. He's just moving faster," Pansy answers, laughing to herself.

Draco is not laughing. He's not laughing at all.

"Dray, let Harry enjoy his night. You found your bed partner for the night, and so did Harry. Let it be."

Draco pulls at his long blonde hair before exhaling deeply.

"Fine," he says, heading back over to the brunette he'd been talking to.

"You know, I never caught your name," the brunette says, laying a hand on Draco's knee.

"You can call me Drake," Draco replies, giving the brunette the name he always gives his 'bed partners', as Pansy would say. "And yours?"

"Jeremy."

Draco smiles a half smile, and takes a sip of his whiskey, the burn warming him up.

Draco and Jeremy continue to drink and talk for about another hour until Draco gives Jeremy an offer he can't—and won't—refuse.

"Let's get out of here," Draco whispers in Jeremy's ear as he stands, downing the rest of his whiskey.

Jeremy smirks but nods, setting down the money he owes the bartender for both his and Draco's drinks and follows Draco outside. He follows him outside, down the block, across the street and up to Draco's fifth floor flat.

I watch as Draco leaves with his brunette and my stomach turns, but then I remember that Bailey seems to be exactly what I need.

"Harry, I think maybe we should get away from this club. Away from this club and back to my place? Or yours, if you'd prefer." Bailey offers, pressing himself closer to me, as he tucks his hands into my front jeans pockets.

"I think that's a very good idea," I say back, turning around so I'm facing him. "But I have to let my friend know that I'm leaving so she doesn't butcher me at work on Monday. Wait for me outside?"

Bailey nods and pushes his way through the throngs of people while I find Pansy.

"I'm leaving with Bailey, the guy I've been dancing with. I'll fill you in completely tomorrow. Come to my place around noon. I'll probably be back by then."

Pansy smiles deviously before waving me away to go do sinful things with Bailey. And I intend to do just that.

"Well, that was pretty incredible," Bailey mumbles, out of breath and only half covered by the dark navy blue sheet that is now barely even on the bed anymore.

The comforter is on the floor, along with both of our clothes, and though we started out with six pillows on the bed, we're now left with one pillow and a pillow case, not on the pillow. And three hours, four rounds of very enthusiastic sex, and a couple more hours to shower and sleep later, it's nine a.m.

Usually, with one-night-stands, you don't stick around and chat with the person you fell into bed with the night previous. However, with Bailey, it didn't feel like a one-night-stand. It felt like I'd known him for years, yet I'd only met him about nine hours before.

"I think I have to agree," I say, lying on my back next to, but not too close to Bailey.

"Harry, can I see you again? Usually when I take someone home, I tell them not to let the door hit the on the way out. And when I actually start seeing someone, I usually don't have sex with them beforehand. But I do think I'd like to at least make you some hangover breakfast, at least if you're suffering the way I am."

I think for a moment, and decide I think it's probably not such a bad idea if I let Bailey make me some pancakes. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let him see me again.

"I'd like that."

I know I've been M.I.A again for a couple of weeks, but I REALLY like this chapter. I hope you guys like this chapter too! Sorry if there's spelling errors or grammatical errors. It's a little past one in the morning, and I just finished this chapter now. & I'm starting on the next one now! (:

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xoxo,

K.J