Four - Carpe Noctem
They went back to the dormitory after dinner to change their school robes into club clothing. Tom had told Draco about a new club in a part of Hogsmead he hadn't visited before. While the Hogwarts student usually stayed in the upper village, "Downtown Hogsmead" was livelier. Between modern restaurants and little, more or less weird shops were wizarding cinemas, bars and night-clubs, one of them the "Carpe Noctem", whose reputation had attracted more and more students to pay a visit. Unfortunately it was absolutely forbidden.
Draco stood in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, styling his hair, when Tom knocked on the door:" Can I come in?"
"It's open."
The black-haired entered and threw a bundle of clothes on the shelf, before he smiled at Draco and began to undress. Draco tried not to look, but when the boxers fell to the ground, he couldn't keep himself in check and looked. Tom smiled at him and turned around, slapping his own butt. Draco coughed and blushed. Tom giggled and kicked the boxers away. "It's always a pleasure, Draco, hurry up - I need the mirror, too!"
Draco quickly took the hairspray and turned his head over to increase the volume. When he had finished his hair flew around his face, down to his chin, in a fair mass.
Tom laughed, when he saw the green strands in Draco's hair. "I told you it would look gorgeous, didn't I?"
"Yesss, baby!"
Draco turned around for a last glance in the mirror: green, blonde hair, gray eyes with eyeliner in green and silver to make them bigger, shiny lips, slightly pink because of the gloss, face well shaved - all right! Neon green tank top, wide, black baggy-pants, held up with a black belt, low fitted on his slim hips, well suited to the black shoes.
"How do I look? Tom?"
"Uh - breathtaking - literally! Merlin, you look. wow!"
"I'll take that as a compliment, then."
"You'd better."
Draco left the bathroom and took his jeans-jacket from the hook behind the door. "I'll wait downstairs, okay Tom?"
"Yeah - I'll be ready in a minute!"
Tom put on the thong he bought together with the skin-tight, pitch-black jeans in a Muggle-shop in London this summer and stepped in his dark red dragon-hide boots, before he put on his new aftershave and pulled the sleeveless shirt over that he had mentioned to Draco before. Indeed, you could see the small silver serpent that was pierced through his right nipple. He smiled at the thought of Draco's face when he first had seen the jewelry on Tuesday, when they had had a shower in the locker rooms after the Quidditch try-outs. He and Mika were both on the team now, together with Draco, Nott, Blaise, Blaise and Ryan. Draco had told him that they had changed positions a lot since most players had graduated. He quickly lined his eyes black, before he put on the red lipstick, spelled his hair short for the evening and took his gel to form it into flame shaped strands, that pointed in all directions.
Satisfied with his looks, Tom painted his nails black and left the bath, quickly grabbing his red coat, heading downstairs, where Draco waited.
Smiling and hand-in-hand, they left the Slytherin common room. They hadn't bothered to hide their relationship since this afternoon and who had noticed hadn't said a word to them. When they reached the doors in the entry-hall a harsh voice stopped them: "Were are you two going? And what, oh my god, are you wearing? Do you want to sell yourself?"
"No, Professor Mc Gonagall, we're just going out together. Is there a problem?"
The Professor stared at them and smiled. "Of course not, gentlemen. Have a nice evening, but don't be late!"
"Good evening, Professor Mc Gonagall."
"Bye, madam!"
They left and when they were far enough away, they started to giggle helplessly. Weasley and Granger, who passed their way, looked at them curiously but quickly walked away when they looked back.
Fifteen minutes later they stood in front of the club. The guard at the entry looked at Draco suspiciously, but when he saw Tom, he nodded friendly and let them in.
"You are often here, are you?"
"No, but he is a former employee of another club I used to visit quite often."
"I see, do you want to get a drink?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"Do they have Muggle-drinks here?"
"I'd say they have everything, why?"
"I'd like Baileys."
"Come with me, if you don't want to loose me. This club is rather big."
"Big? It's huge - I mean, five floors each ten times the size of the dormitory?"
"I've seen bigger ones in London, but it's definitely huge."
"There's a bar, lets get the drinks."
They sat at the bar, when the beautiful, young barkeeper came over to them. "What can I get you?"
"Baileys and a Bloody Mary, please."
"One second, boys." she turned and made the drinks.
"It's a good idea to have silencing charms over the bar areas, isn't it?"
"Yeah, you can talk here without screaming, but the music is great."
"On every floor is another style. For example, here we have Wizarding- metal, like the 'Weird Sisters' one level up you have Muggle-rock and metal. The signs over the stairs show you the style and the song, like there: Second floor - Muggle-rock, Bush-Glycerin. That's good stuff, let's go there, when the drinks are ready."
They took their drinks and went one level up. When they had spotted Pansy and Blaise, together with two girls they didn't know. After a few words, they left their drinks at the table and made their way over to the dance floor, while the DJ played another song from "Bush" called "Machine Head". Smiling Draco turned his back to Tom, who put an arm around his waist and pulled them against each other, floating with the beat for hours.
When they came back to the table their drinks weren't there, just like their friends and they ordered some new. After another two drinks for each and hours of dancing, they left the club, drunken and sweaty, but in a great mood. Stumbling, they made their way back to the castle.
(AN// Here should be a NC-17 scene. You can find that version of the chapter on my homepage. Just take the link to my homepage on ff.net/~lciel)
They walked in silence. Draco seemed a bit sad and Tom put his arm around him and pressed a brief kiss on the blonde's head. "You're beautiful, you know."
"And what else?"
"Stunning, clever, strong, popular, gentle, lovely, beautiful - did I mention that before?"
"You did."
"There is something else, you are brooding!"
"Do you love me?"
Tom didn't answer.
"Tom? Do you at least - at least feel something for me?"
"Beside horniness and desire? Something like passion or love?"
"Yeah."
"I care for you deeply, I swear, but I don't know yet, if I love you." he sighed, "Love is a big word. Wife loves Husband, Mother should love Father, do you understand."
"I'm not sure."
"That is exactly how I feel. The Divination Professor at my old school once prophesied me that I would eventually deeply fall in love for the first time and I would love this person for the rest of my life, but the one I love would die in my arms. I usually don't believe in prophecies, especially if they are made by phonies like my professor, but back then I vowed never to fall in love. I was just a stupid child and I changed my mind, but since then I'm a bit uneasy with love. Do you now understand why I reacted so strangely?"
"Oh - yes, of course. It's alright - but please, if you come to know that you don't love me, don't play with me."
"I won't. Be sure of that."
"Either way, I love you."
"Nice to hear."
They had reached the entrance doors, when these flew open in front of them. Standing, a look, that would freeze blood, black robes billowing around him, stood Professor Snape.
"Uh, hello Professor." Draco said with a small voice.
"You are late."
"Uh - we know, we just wanted."
"It is five o'clock in the morning. WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?"
"At a club."
"A club? I think it was quite clear that students are not allowed to visit these clubs."
"We."
"Detention! Both of you! And fifty points from Slytherin."
"Sorry."
"Go to bed Malfoy, and you, Tom, stay. We have to talk."
Draco turned to his lover. "Goodnight, love. See you later."
When he was gone Snape turned to Tom. "I'm disappointed of you, Tom. I thought you were old enough to keep an eye on Mr. Malfoy and yourself by taking rules more serious. They are there to help students, not to be broken and get you in danger. Imagine what could have happened with your father out there! I was sick from worry. Oh my God, what would I have told your mother if anything had happened? You'll have time enough to think about it, while you two will clean cauldrons on Thursdays and Fridays for the next month!"
"I'm sorry - Severus?"
"What is it?"
"Is there any news from my father yet?"
"No."
"And my mother?"
"She's safe at the moment. When the war ends she'll have to cope with some months in Azkaban, but because of the work for the Order, she'll be free after that."
"Will you be there for her then?"
"Yes, I will."
"And for me?"
"Yes, Tom. You have always been like a son for me, don't fear that I would turn you down."
"I'm sorry for today."
"I think you learned you lesson, now go to sleep! See you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Severus."
"Night Tom."
They went back to the dormitory after dinner to change their school robes into club clothing. Tom had told Draco about a new club in a part of Hogsmead he hadn't visited before. While the Hogwarts student usually stayed in the upper village, "Downtown Hogsmead" was livelier. Between modern restaurants and little, more or less weird shops were wizarding cinemas, bars and night-clubs, one of them the "Carpe Noctem", whose reputation had attracted more and more students to pay a visit. Unfortunately it was absolutely forbidden.
Draco stood in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, styling his hair, when Tom knocked on the door:" Can I come in?"
"It's open."
The black-haired entered and threw a bundle of clothes on the shelf, before he smiled at Draco and began to undress. Draco tried not to look, but when the boxers fell to the ground, he couldn't keep himself in check and looked. Tom smiled at him and turned around, slapping his own butt. Draco coughed and blushed. Tom giggled and kicked the boxers away. "It's always a pleasure, Draco, hurry up - I need the mirror, too!"
Draco quickly took the hairspray and turned his head over to increase the volume. When he had finished his hair flew around his face, down to his chin, in a fair mass.
Tom laughed, when he saw the green strands in Draco's hair. "I told you it would look gorgeous, didn't I?"
"Yesss, baby!"
Draco turned around for a last glance in the mirror: green, blonde hair, gray eyes with eyeliner in green and silver to make them bigger, shiny lips, slightly pink because of the gloss, face well shaved - all right! Neon green tank top, wide, black baggy-pants, held up with a black belt, low fitted on his slim hips, well suited to the black shoes.
"How do I look? Tom?"
"Uh - breathtaking - literally! Merlin, you look. wow!"
"I'll take that as a compliment, then."
"You'd better."
Draco left the bathroom and took his jeans-jacket from the hook behind the door. "I'll wait downstairs, okay Tom?"
"Yeah - I'll be ready in a minute!"
Tom put on the thong he bought together with the skin-tight, pitch-black jeans in a Muggle-shop in London this summer and stepped in his dark red dragon-hide boots, before he put on his new aftershave and pulled the sleeveless shirt over that he had mentioned to Draco before. Indeed, you could see the small silver serpent that was pierced through his right nipple. He smiled at the thought of Draco's face when he first had seen the jewelry on Tuesday, when they had had a shower in the locker rooms after the Quidditch try-outs. He and Mika were both on the team now, together with Draco, Nott, Blaise, Blaise and Ryan. Draco had told him that they had changed positions a lot since most players had graduated. He quickly lined his eyes black, before he put on the red lipstick, spelled his hair short for the evening and took his gel to form it into flame shaped strands, that pointed in all directions.
Satisfied with his looks, Tom painted his nails black and left the bath, quickly grabbing his red coat, heading downstairs, where Draco waited.
Smiling and hand-in-hand, they left the Slytherin common room. They hadn't bothered to hide their relationship since this afternoon and who had noticed hadn't said a word to them. When they reached the doors in the entry-hall a harsh voice stopped them: "Were are you two going? And what, oh my god, are you wearing? Do you want to sell yourself?"
"No, Professor Mc Gonagall, we're just going out together. Is there a problem?"
The Professor stared at them and smiled. "Of course not, gentlemen. Have a nice evening, but don't be late!"
"Good evening, Professor Mc Gonagall."
"Bye, madam!"
They left and when they were far enough away, they started to giggle helplessly. Weasley and Granger, who passed their way, looked at them curiously but quickly walked away when they looked back.
Fifteen minutes later they stood in front of the club. The guard at the entry looked at Draco suspiciously, but when he saw Tom, he nodded friendly and let them in.
"You are often here, are you?"
"No, but he is a former employee of another club I used to visit quite often."
"I see, do you want to get a drink?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"Do they have Muggle-drinks here?"
"I'd say they have everything, why?"
"I'd like Baileys."
"Come with me, if you don't want to loose me. This club is rather big."
"Big? It's huge - I mean, five floors each ten times the size of the dormitory?"
"I've seen bigger ones in London, but it's definitely huge."
"There's a bar, lets get the drinks."
They sat at the bar, when the beautiful, young barkeeper came over to them. "What can I get you?"
"Baileys and a Bloody Mary, please."
"One second, boys." she turned and made the drinks.
"It's a good idea to have silencing charms over the bar areas, isn't it?"
"Yeah, you can talk here without screaming, but the music is great."
"On every floor is another style. For example, here we have Wizarding- metal, like the 'Weird Sisters' one level up you have Muggle-rock and metal. The signs over the stairs show you the style and the song, like there: Second floor - Muggle-rock, Bush-Glycerin. That's good stuff, let's go there, when the drinks are ready."
They took their drinks and went one level up. When they had spotted Pansy and Blaise, together with two girls they didn't know. After a few words, they left their drinks at the table and made their way over to the dance floor, while the DJ played another song from "Bush" called "Machine Head". Smiling Draco turned his back to Tom, who put an arm around his waist and pulled them against each other, floating with the beat for hours.
When they came back to the table their drinks weren't there, just like their friends and they ordered some new. After another two drinks for each and hours of dancing, they left the club, drunken and sweaty, but in a great mood. Stumbling, they made their way back to the castle.
(AN// Here should be a NC-17 scene. You can find that version of the chapter on my homepage. Just take the link to my homepage on ff.net/~lciel)
They walked in silence. Draco seemed a bit sad and Tom put his arm around him and pressed a brief kiss on the blonde's head. "You're beautiful, you know."
"And what else?"
"Stunning, clever, strong, popular, gentle, lovely, beautiful - did I mention that before?"
"You did."
"There is something else, you are brooding!"
"Do you love me?"
Tom didn't answer.
"Tom? Do you at least - at least feel something for me?"
"Beside horniness and desire? Something like passion or love?"
"Yeah."
"I care for you deeply, I swear, but I don't know yet, if I love you." he sighed, "Love is a big word. Wife loves Husband, Mother should love Father, do you understand."
"I'm not sure."
"That is exactly how I feel. The Divination Professor at my old school once prophesied me that I would eventually deeply fall in love for the first time and I would love this person for the rest of my life, but the one I love would die in my arms. I usually don't believe in prophecies, especially if they are made by phonies like my professor, but back then I vowed never to fall in love. I was just a stupid child and I changed my mind, but since then I'm a bit uneasy with love. Do you now understand why I reacted so strangely?"
"Oh - yes, of course. It's alright - but please, if you come to know that you don't love me, don't play with me."
"I won't. Be sure of that."
"Either way, I love you."
"Nice to hear."
They had reached the entrance doors, when these flew open in front of them. Standing, a look, that would freeze blood, black robes billowing around him, stood Professor Snape.
"Uh, hello Professor." Draco said with a small voice.
"You are late."
"Uh - we know, we just wanted."
"It is five o'clock in the morning. WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?"
"At a club."
"A club? I think it was quite clear that students are not allowed to visit these clubs."
"We."
"Detention! Both of you! And fifty points from Slytherin."
"Sorry."
"Go to bed Malfoy, and you, Tom, stay. We have to talk."
Draco turned to his lover. "Goodnight, love. See you later."
When he was gone Snape turned to Tom. "I'm disappointed of you, Tom. I thought you were old enough to keep an eye on Mr. Malfoy and yourself by taking rules more serious. They are there to help students, not to be broken and get you in danger. Imagine what could have happened with your father out there! I was sick from worry. Oh my God, what would I have told your mother if anything had happened? You'll have time enough to think about it, while you two will clean cauldrons on Thursdays and Fridays for the next month!"
"I'm sorry - Severus?"
"What is it?"
"Is there any news from my father yet?"
"No."
"And my mother?"
"She's safe at the moment. When the war ends she'll have to cope with some months in Azkaban, but because of the work for the Order, she'll be free after that."
"Will you be there for her then?"
"Yes, I will."
"And for me?"
"Yes, Tom. You have always been like a son for me, don't fear that I would turn you down."
"I'm sorry for today."
"I think you learned you lesson, now go to sleep! See you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Severus."
"Night Tom."