Title: Al Rubio Moreno

By: Shinigami Liliz Black

Summary: Harry is an Auror and is assigned to extract information from Draco but when he meets the blondes his straight life changes.

Rating: R

Status: BETAED by Aveeno-baby ( thanks)

Chapter Two: Hytter and Bloody Rubio

Harry never expected to be standing in the street looking completely different than before, with his long messy black hair pulled back into a ponytail with a piece of his hair in front of his face. He had clear contact lenses covering his luminous green eyes instead of his round glasses. Clad in a pale blue polo shirt, dark tight blue jeans for his distaste and expensive shoe wear.

His skin was tanned as always and he had build muscle and height over the years. Also he had found ways to hide the infamous lighting bolt scar that he hated so much. So it was impossible for the blonde to recognize him as Harry Potter at all.

Yet he never expected to be standing in front of a bar he least expected to visit: A gay bar. Harry hated being sent to have sex with the youngest member of the Malfoy family just to extract information about Voldemort from the blonde. He was way more terrified to know he had to meet Draco Malfoy in a place completely filled with gay people. That just made Harry sick to his stomach. Imagine how many of that kind would be there, staring at him for being such 'perfect gay material' as Remus had pointed out.

He shivered hard and stepped inside the bar. Inside Harry had to hold the urge to faint on the spot as he saw the massive clash and rubs of men to men contact to the rhythm of the music and the excessive scene of men kissing each other like there was no end. He pushed through the crowd holding the shivers and screaming of the man's skin over his.

'I hate the Council! I swear I will kill them after all this is over!'

He sat down at the bar, calming his nerves and easing his frantic horrified mind.

"All to keep my bloody career," He mumbled. "One tequila," he ordered when the bartender came over.

Harry was very faithful and fanatic about his career as an Auror. The raven man had grown fond and thrilled to have adventures and get involved with dangerous tasks. The Auror missions were what kept his adrenaline pumping everyday and he enjoyed most of his life despite the fact that sometimes the job could be a little messy and painful.

He felt a hand slip through the back of hi neck and into the shoulder. He froze on the spot, his breath and heart stopping; the intruder leaned over and nibbled his earlobe.

"Hello handsome."

'Oh...my...fucking bloody god!' Harry screamed mentally, "Argh! Take of your hand off of me! Please!"

"Are you single?" the man asked purring into his ear, making Harry scream inside again.

"I'm waiting for somebody else," Harry answered raspy and stuttering, eying the man fearfully. The other man was much older than him with creamy skin, brown hair and turquoise eyes. His mouth still smelled of a strong liquid that made Harry even more fearful of what the man might be capable of.

"You know, maybe I could give you something your waiter might not give you," the man said huskily, while slipping his hand down Harry's, chest, his thigh and almost touching his groin.

'Ahhhhhhhhhh!' he screamed mentally. Harry couldn't help it when he jumped father away from the man and excused himself to the bathroom. Once he found his way away from the multitude he shook his shoulders and shivered slightly, cursing under his breath.

"I'm fucking going to kill the council, Remus and that bloody man who touched me! Argh! I can't bloody stand being in this place! Where is that bloody blonde?" Some people started watching him, cursing silently while glaring angrily at the floor.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Ok Harry, get a grip, you're supposed to be gay here, not homophobic." He looked at the ring on his right hand middle finger. It had multiple colors on it; a bloody idea of Remus Lupin to show more convincing stuff about 'being gay'.

"Fuck this bloody gay pride."

Just as he looked up, he felt all his wishes come true. From the door entered a familiar blonde figure, walking with grace and elegance. His white blonde hair fall across his face hiding the intense cold silver orbs that had tormented him over the years at Hogwarts. His white long sleeve polo shirt was loose and the first three buttons exposed most of his pallid broad chest while his black trousers were tight enough to show his perfect ass and nice legs along with black polished boots.

He shook his head, and stopped drooling (though he wouldn't admit it) over the blonde. "Get a grip," he mumbled and slipped back into his usual chair, and luckily no one else was around.

He was told that the blonde was well known amongst the bar, especially about his picks of newbies. He often recognized them as silent guys always sitting in the front of the bar, looking completely lost and hopeless. So Harry had no option but to sit in the bloody bar, looking timidly around, still not loosing the blonde from his sight and showing perplexing looks upon his face.

It wasn't long before the blonde noticed him through the crowd looking at him. He grinned in his direction and Harry, like a stupid idiot, flushed at this and turned away.

"Well, what do we have here?" the blonde asked purring into his ear. Harry could smell the faint amount of alcohol that the blonde had possibly consumed before coming in. The blonde ran his hand down his shoulder to his thigh before finally sitting beside him.

Harry was gripping the empty glass of his drink trying desperately not to look at him and smash it on the blonde's head. "Quiet aren't we?"

"I'm nervous that's all," Harry murmured without glancing back at the blonde, and it was true, he was nervous not because of what the blonde might do but the sudden jolts of pleasure running down his spine. 'And trying not to kill you on the spot Malfoy for touching me so grossly,' he drawled mentally. 'The council is so bloody dead.'

"Aw but you don't need to be nervous at all, not with me around," the blonde purred, now rubbing his thigh. Harry jumped at the sudden movement to stare into the silver orbs of Malfoy.

'Fucking holy bloody shit AHHHHHHHHH!'

Malfoy stared back a smirk forming on his lips, "Newbie?" Harry began to feel his heartbeat accelerating as the blonde pushed his hand further up his thigh almost rubbing his groin. 'Damn him, I don't loath him I hate him I just bloody want to rip his bloody head off and take all I need and leave him to bleed to death!'

"Have you had male sex before?' Malfoy asked leaning over, inches away Harry's face. The Auror licked his lips nervously and shook his head. His answer caused the smirk on those pink lips to grow wider. 'Suddenly Harry Potter is opening himself to Draco Malfoy of all people,' Harry mentally drawled sounding sarcastic.

"Two tequilas bartender," the blonde called out, not ripping his eyes from the beauty in front of him. "Let's see if you're good," he added taking his drink.

Harry, who was about to drink his tequila, chocked halfway through shot and felt the liquid burning halfway down his throat. He slapped his chest a couple of times before finally asking,

"What?"

The Blonde finished his drink and stared at the raven man with drunken eyes, "What's your name again?"

"Hytter," Harry lied, shifting in his seat.

Draco grinned lazily, looking intently at the green orbs of his new companion. "Then Hytter, we'll be going over to my house to see how good you are."

Harry's mind slowly processed the words and the information within them before he thought three single words:

Oh Fucking Shit….

To be Continued!

Notes: short yeah but hope you like it. Harry is now in trouble he never expected the blonde to go so fast winks