A/N: Ok, Ok, plz don't kill me for how late this is.  And the fact that it's so short (only about half what I usually try to write)  I'm really really sorry, but hay, on the plus side it's the holiday so I'll maybe have more time to write and chill out!  Woohoo, thank fuck, it has been to long coming as far as I'm concerned, who's with me?

Oh ok, this chappy is probably the last one before the fighting really starts, so it should start to get a little bit more interesting after this.  I'm also contemplating on having a character death.  Maybe not Harry, but some one, just to liven it up a bit.  Any one have any thoughts?  I'm not sure who it will be yet, but I promise that it probably maybe won't be Harry. 

Chapter twenty six:  Earning Your Rep

    Harry wandered down the halls.  Dusk would soon be approaching and he hadn't seen Albus since early in the morning.  He had had quite a day.  Harry had never really given a thought to it. What, if you only had one day left to live?  What would you do?  He supposed, had someone asked him that in first year, he would have said flying, or chilling with Hermione and Ron.  If someone had asked him yesterday, he would probably have said with Severus.  But Severus wasn't there, Hermione and Ron were looking after the younger years and he reckoned he had a pretty good idea as to what Draco was doing.  

    He had spent about an hour listening to music, and musing over his new weapons aimlessly after Draco had left, but soon got restless and had found something far more interesting. 

    It wasn't a reassuring thought, knowing that in less than half a day you could very well be dead.  Harry decided that every one should get to do what they want for their final day and with that, he transfigured his clothes to look a little less conspectus and headed off to the Astronomy tower.  He gave himself three hours before he had to come back.  Harry pulled out the pocket watch and clearly stated the time and place he wanted. 

    The lights pulsed and the music screamed as Harry walked in the entrance of The Spark.  Breathing deeply he absorbed the relaxed attitudes of the crowd before shrugging off this cloak and stepping out onto the dance floor. 

    He smirked knowing exactly what song was coming on next.  He moved round the floor to get a clear look at the door.  He would enter in a few hours through that same door.  This was the night he first met Severus and screwed up the timeline, and in the process found himself a sweet caring lover for whom he would give any thing for. 

    From the door is line of sight came to the brooding boy in a heavy cloak nursing a drink at the bar.  Feeling his heart rate quicken as those obsidian eyes rest on him, he didn't return the look or even show any signs of noticing it.  Harry concentrated on swinging his hips, moving them hypnotically to the rhythm, his whole body soon following in the erotic display in the centre of the floor.  He paid no heed to the wolf whistles that came from a group of girls across the bar, or the man trying to catch his eye, all his did was dance, he did after all have a reputation to make, Severus obviously hadn't spent half his life calling him 'Night dancer' for nothing.

    He moved like a predator, hungry and half wild, his breathing erratic and rugged, sweat glistening on his skin, the emerald shirt riding up his torso whilst his hair half hid his features, and obscured his scar and darkening his face.    

    Not once did he give any indication that he felt the smouldering gaze Severus was boring into him, with all his will power he forced himself to turn away from the barely concealed lust held deep in the Slytherin eyes and keep up his dancing. 

    Severus eventually turned back to his drink and Harry started to dance with a tall blond to his left, slowing his pace just a little. 

    Harry glanced worriedly at the door to the club as it swung open.  He had maybe about ten fifteen minutes before himself walked in.  The barely legal Severus had glanced over at him again every so often, but as Harry had never returned his gaze Severus stopped. 

    Sev probably thought he was a bit of an exhibitionist Harry thought with a self satisfied smirk.  No wonder he had been reluctant to except the drink Harry had offered him when they had first met. 

    Harry threw back on his clock from where it had thoughtfully been hung up in the cloak room, and making sure no one was there whispered the pass word to the liquid gold surface for the time device as he felt the familiar sensation of travelling through time.     

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