Right. So. I just realised that TODAY is the last day that I will have good internet to update for the next two weeks. SO i have a triple bill for you all to keep you going until i get back from holidaying. Yeah. SO. Here is one of three. ...Riyan...
Draco scowled. He didn't want to dye his goddamn hair. He liked his hair. It was his pride and joy! As everyone knew because he spent so much time looking after it.
"What if it doesn't go back to being blonde, Potter?" he whined.
"Oh be quiet," Harry snapped. Humph, just because he didn't care about his hair.. "It's magic not actual hair dye. You can reverse the spell you ponce." Draco glared at him.
"I know that Potter, I was just hoping you wouldn't and would then let me off the hook."
"Not a chance, Malfoy," Harry replied. "Sorry, but fair's fair. I won. No go dye your bloody hair. Oh yeah, and you have to call me Sex God for the rest of the day and for tomorrow.. Remember?" Draco scowled again.
"Of course I bloody remember."
"Good. Now go dye your hair! You don't want to be late for the competition!" Harry laughed. Draco glowered at him but obediently went to the bathroom and spelled his hair black. He looked at it in the mirror and sighed. It really didn't suit him. He sighed again and left the bathroom.
Harry laughed when he saw Draco emerge from the bathroom. He didn't know which was funnier, the hair or the expression on Draco's face. This was definitely a moment that Harry would never forget. He made a vow to himself to always remember it. Dark hair didn't suit Draco. It made him look quite emo. Harry tried to explain this to Draco, but Draco didn't know what emo was.
"It doesn't matter anyway," Harry said. "We have to go to your competition!" Draco grimaced but followed Harry out of the door. "You have to show me where this competition is going to be. Surprisingly enough I don't know my way around your house."
"Fine, follow me Harry."
"That's not my name."
"What?"
"My name for the next two days, at least to you, is Sex God. Or have you forgotten?" Harry smirked.
"Very well, Sex God. Follow me." Draco trudged off and Harry followed. He was enjoying himself. Draco however was not enjoying himself. He felt a bit like a slave and was not looking forward to having to take place in the pole dancing competition. He had had a vague idea of leading Harry to the wrong place, but then he figured Harry would get really pissed of at him and he didn't want to face an angry Harry.
After about seven minutes of walking in silence, they reached a painting of a knight in black armour lying dead on the ground.
"Pleasant picture," Harry said.
"Yeah. Doesn't it just give you the will to live?"
"It's called sarcasm Draco."
"Ditto, Potter. Sorry, I mean Sex God."
"Oh.. Right."
"Yeah. Anyhow. Open Sesame!" The portrait swung open.
"That's the password?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"But that's so.. unoriginal.."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is. It's a Muggle thing."
"Oh. Then maybe it is. But never mind. Get your arse inside, Sex God." Harry said nothing but went through the door.
Inside was a large room. Harry couldn't decide if it was a kitchen, broom closet or dormitory. On the far side of the room there were beds in rows. Harry counted ten of them. Near the beds on the left wall were shelves of cleaning products. There were also several mops and brooms. In the middle of the room was a kitchen; a square of counters, ovens, stoves and other cooking appliances with a gap in which to enter the circle. On the right hand side of the room was a stage with seats. Harry assumed that this was where the house elf entertainment was held. It seemed to be a regular thing.
The house elves crowded around them as they entered the room, squealing in delight, asking if there was anything they could do for Master Draco and his guest and asking why Master Draco's hair was black.
"Draco here wants to enter your pole dancing competition," Harry announced. Draco blushed and stared at his feet. The house elves squeaked and squealed even louder. Draco shot Harry a glare from under his now black fringe. A house elf stepped forward. Harry recognised her as Bumbi, the house elf they had seen with the broom.
"We are delighted for Master Draco to enter our competition," she giggled. "But we all, Bumbi included, are wondering. Why is his hair black?"
"It's a dare," Harry explained. The house elf giggled again.
"Bumbi doesn't think it suits him, Guest of Draco," she whispered to Harry. Draco had wandered over to a far corner of the room now and was sulking there.
"My name's Harry," Harry said. "Harry Potter." The house elves started muttering amongst themselves at this, staring at him with wide eyes. Bumbi looked in awe at Harry.
"Sir, we didn't realise! Or we would have given you better service!" she cried.
"No! No! It's fine! I don't want special service," Harry said. Bumbi looked at him in disbelief.
"But Harry Potter, sir, you defeated.. him.." she whispered.
"Nah, not really. I mean, he's still around isn't he?" She nodded, frowning.
"Why is Harry Potter here?" she asked. "To defeat him?" Harry laughed.
"No. I'm Draco's boyfriend." The house elves giggled again. Draco whimpered from his corner. "You ok, love?" Harry called.
"Yes, Sex God," Draco snapped. "Thanks for asking." Then he went back to sulking.
"Would Harry Potter like to take a seat?" Bumbi asked. "The competition is about to begin!" Harry nodded and walked over to the stage area and sat down. He glanced over at Draco who was still standing in his corner, staring at the floor.
"Come on, love! It's time to dance!" Harry called. Draco glared at him. The house elves looked confused. Harry rolled his eyes, stood up and walked over to Draco. He put a hand on the ex-blonde's shoulder and squeezed it. Draco turned around to face him, but kept his eyes to the ground.
"Come on, Drake. It's not that bad," Harry said, encouragingly.
"Actually Potter, it is. I can't dance to save my life, let alone pole dance," Draco said, turning his eyes to the side to look at the sideboard of the wall. Harry could hear a slight whine in his voice and so didn't remind him that his name was Sex God still.
"Well then, just go up there and swing around the pole for a bit. Make it up. Wiggle your hips. Go crazy! I'll clap for you no matter what you do. That's a promise." Draco looked at him at last. There was still worry in his eyes.
"But Harry, what if they laugh?"
"Who cares if they laugh?" Harry said. "You can laugh back at them!"
"But what if someone finds out about this!" There was a hysterical edge to Draco's voice now.
"How could they?"
"I don't know," Draco admitted.
"Precisely. So get out there, and make me proud."
"Harry! I can't! I can't dance! I told you!" Draco was frantically clutching Harry's sleeve now. Harry disentangled himself and put his hands on Draco's shoulders.
"Listen to me. Everyone can dance. Everyone. And there are only three rules to dancing. One, don't stop moving. Two, dance like no one's watching. And three, if in doubt do the Macarena!" This made Draco laugh for a second before he went back to pouting.
"I can't do the Macarena," he mumbled.
"Then forget rule three! Just get out there and get this over with! Come on, Drake. It's only five or so minutes of your life. That's it. Put it into perspective."
Draco considered these words for a minute or so before nodding. Harry grinned.
"Ok. Fine. I'll go and get this bloody thing over with," Draco said, turning to the stage.
"Go get 'em, tiger!" cried Harry, spanking him as he went past. Draco blushed slightly but kept on walking towards the stage. Harry hurried back to his seat and sat down. He was going to enjoy this..
Bumbi was the first on stage. She announced the start of the competition and read the rules. The rules consisted of: Do not break the pole. Or clean it. Or turn it into a broom and start cleaning with it. Also, no flash photography.
A house elf called Gimpy was on first. He looked scared at being first and at being watched by the famous Harry Potter. The music started. Gimpy began his attempt at a pole dance. It wasn't quote what Harry was expecting. In fact it looked more like a child skipping around a maypole than a pole dance.
The next house elf, Zander, was much the same. Harry supposed the fact that they were so small had something to do with it. Draco was after Zander. He walked on, visibly shaking from nerves. Harry wolf whistled and he smiled.
"Take your shirt off!" Harry called. Draco stuck his tongue out impishly but complied. He had to. The music started and Draco started his tentative dancing.
He concentrated on the advice Harry had given him and began to swing his hips in time with the music, all the while hanging onto the pole and leaning back. He pulled himself in towards the pole and swung around it. He focused on being as sexual as he possibly could and just danced, using the pole as both support and a prop.
Harry was in awe. This was possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen. A shirtless Malfoy. Dancing. No. Gyrating. Moving in ways Harry hadn't thought he could. Turning Harry into a pile of goo in his chair. A pile of goo apart from one thing. Harry groaned as he felt his trousers tighten. Harry crossed his legs forcefully and turned his attention back to the dancing.
