Harry looked around the busy club with interest. It was full of young, mostly male, wizards who were crowding the dance floor and drinking at the bar.
The main floor consisted of a huge dance area with a small stage and a few raised platforms for the club's hired dancers. The walls were black, but the interior was far from dark, with laser lighting flashing constantly from the ceiling. The counter of the bar was made of glass with neon blue lights that illuminated the glasses and bottles of alcohol from below. There was a second floor where you could look down on the dance floor, and of course a basement for the patrons more private business.
Harry made his way over to the bar and patiently waited his turn to order.
"Harry!" George called, coming up behind him with his twin and clapping Harry on the shoulder.
"Hi guys." Harry smiled. "I thought you two were working tonight?"
"Don't worry, we are." Fred grinned.
"Almost didn't recognize you, mate," George said. "I only knew it was you because I saw Hermione behind you when you came in. Where'd she go?"
"She and Colin are going to watch me from over there," Harry explained, pointing to where Hermione and Colin were sitting together at one of the little tables.
"Well, we'll leave you to it." George grinned.
"Who knows, maybe you'll finally get lucky tonight." Fred winked.
"Shouldn't be too hard with your new look," George added.
"See ya, Harry."
The twins smiled and walked off into the crowd.
Harry sat down on one of the blue velvet stools lining the bar, and looked around. He made eye-contact with a cute sandy-haired guy who was talking to some friends at the edge of the dance floor.
Harry smiled tentatively and he smiled back. The guy had a great smile. Harry quickly patted the prosthetic piece covering his scar, checking to make sure that it was still firmly in place, as the other guy made his way over.
"Hi, my name is Matt," the boy said, almost shouting to be heard over the loud music.
"Hi, I'm...James," Harry answered, deciding to use his middle name as an alias. He wanted to be completely anonymous tonight.
"Can I buy you a drink, James?" Matt offered, his clear blue eyes shining warmly.
Harry smiled at the cute dimples that appeared in Matt's cheeks as he flashed that great smile.
"Thanks," Harry accepted, and moved aside to let Matt up to the bar.
"What'll you have, James?" Matt asked when the bartender came over.
"A Long Island iced tea."
"Planning on getting toasted?" Matt asked with a raised brow.
Harry just laughed, knowing that only one drink would probably do it. He was a very cheap drunk.
"Two Long Island iced teas, please," Matt ordered.
Harry turned around and smiled at Hermione across the room. Hermione grinned and gave Harry the thumbs-up.
"Here ya go, James."
Harry turned back around and gladly accepted the tall, strong drink. They sat in silence for a few minutes as they drank.
"So where are you from?" Matt asked.
"London. What about you?"
"Perthshire, Scotland," Matt answered.
"Are you over here visiting?" Harry asked.
"Yes, just for the week."
Harry finished his drink and licked his lips. Matt's eyes flicked to Harry's mouth.
"Wow, you're a fast drinker," Matt said, holding up his still half full glass.
Harry grinned, his stomach suddenly feeling nicely warm and his self-consciousness floating away on a cloud of rum and Pepsi. He loved how the wizarding bar served muggle drinks; they were a lot tastier than the stiff wizard drinks.
"Want to dance?" Harry asked as a new song started thumping over the speakers.
"Sure." Matt smiled. "But what about my drink?"
Harry leaned forward and took the glass from Matt's hand. He drained it in one gulp and licked his lips again, his green eyes watching Matt's reaction intently. Harry turned and plunked the empty glass onto the bar.
"Let's go."
Matt grinned and grabbed Harry's hand as they made their way to the dance floor. Harry smiled happily as he and Matt began dancing amongst the other young men. It was hot and humid among all the dancing bodies. Some were shirtless, their bare skin glowing under the neon lights.
Matt moved around behind him and slipped his hands under Harry's leather coat to caress his toned stomach through the silky material of his shirt. Harry smiled and closed his eyes, his body moving of its own accord, completely uninhibited and free.
Matt let go and Harry opened his eyes to turn around and face him again. They continued to dance until the end of the song.
"It's hot in here," Harry complained.
"That's original." Matt smirked.
"No, I'm serious." Harry laughed.
"Maybe you should get rid of your coat," Matt suggested.
"Good idea," Harry agreed. "I'm going to get another drink, too."
"I'll meet you at the bar," Matt said.
"Okay."
Harry turned and weaved his way off of the dance floor and to Hermione's table.
"How's it going, Harry?" she asked, looking up as he approached.
"Great. Did you see the cute guy I was dancing with?"
"Not really, it's too crowded in here to see much of anything."
"You should see the heads turn when you walk by." Colin smiled, sipping what looked like a blue martini.
Harry smiled and shrugged out of his coat, tossing it to Hermione.
"Don't wait up." Harry winked.
"I think we'd better," Hermione said. "You already have that glazed-over look. Take it easy on the drinking, Harry, you know how you get."
Harry merely grinned and Hermione laughed and shook her head as Harry walked back to the bar.
"Can I get a water with lots of ice?" Harry asked, sitting down on the plush stool.
The bartender filled a glass and placed it in front of him.
"This one's on me," a smooth voice said next to Harry's ear as a pale, aristocratic hand tossed some sickles onto the counter.
Harry turned towards the seductive voice to thank him for the drink and was met by a pair of familiar grey eyes and silvery blond hair - Draco Malfoy.