Harry nervously looked around for Fred and George as he followed Malfoy to the bar, luckily they were no where in sight.

"Are you ready for a real drink now?" Malfoy smirked.

"You have no idea," Harry anwered in amusement.

"What'll you have then?"

"Double scotch on the rocks."

Harry smiled and bit his lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the situation as Malfoy ordered their drinks. He could really have some fun with this if he wanted to, and heaven knows Malfoy deserves it.

"Here you go, James." Malfoy turned around and passed him his drink. "Cheers."

"Cheers."

They clinked glasses and Harry downed his in one gulp. Malfoy raised a brow; faintly impressed. Harry just grinned as the alcohol burned a trail down his throat and into his stomach.

"So you're from London, right?" Malfoy asked, absently swirling the ice in his glass.

"Yep."

"You never answered me earlier, did you go to Hogwarts?"

Harry sighed and put his empty glass down on the bar. "Let's not talk about the past," he said, "isn't it more interesting not knowing anything about each other?"

"If you want." Malfoy shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Sure," Harry said, relieved that Malfoy was letting the subject drop so easily.

Malfoy started leading the way towards the tables, but Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Uh, wait," he called. He didn't want Hermione or Colin to see them.

"What?"

"Actually, I feel like dancing instead."

"Really? Alright," Malfoy said, looking pleased. He drank down the rest of his scotch and placed the glass on one of the tables as they passed.

Harry reached the dance floor first and suddenly felt very awkward. This was getting a little too surreal, especially when Malfoy slipped his arms around Harry's waist.

"Relax, James," the blond whispered into his ear.

Harry shivered as the warm breath ghosted across his neck. He closed his eyes and pretended he was dancing with someone else - anyone else. He was glad now that he had had that drink, he found the alcohol very soothing and it didn't let him over-analyse the situation too much. He quickly loosened up and started to dance with more enthusiasm. As long as he kept his eyes closed and didn't have to look at Malfoy, then he was okay.

Malfoy was a good dancer and the two made an attractive couple dancing together under the lights. They were getting quite a few admiring glances.

Draco noticed the looks and smiled, he loved being the centre of attention. He always chose good-looking partners for that exact reason. He knew he was gorgeous and he had definitely found his match in the sexy brunette tonight. James was stunning, and a great dancer.

He tightened his hold on Harry and ran his hand up Harry's back and neck to touch his soft hair, gently running his fingers through the thick locks.

Harry's eyes flew open. Through the fog in his brain he registered the fact that Draco Malfoy was caressing his hair.

He started giggling uncontrollably.

"What?" Malfoy asked in confusion, pulling back to look Harry in the eye.

"Nothing." Harry snickered. "I'm...just a little ticklish."

Malfoy rolled his eyes and Harry managed to get himself under control, but he continued to dance with a big grin on his face.

Maybe I should tell him who I am now, Harry thought in drunken amusement, starting to giggle again.

"Okay, no more drinks for you tonight," Malfoy whispered in annoyance.

Harry stopped laughing and shivered again as Malfoy's breath tickled his skin.

The Slytherin noticed this with a pleased smile and decided to see what other things he could do to cause these delightful little reactions from his dance partner. He let his lips brush over Harry's ear, lightly touching the baby-soft skin.

Harry let out a little gasp and Malfoy smirked in triumph. He then lowered his lips to Harry's throat, kissing a line down the pale skin with his mouth.

Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side to encourage Malfoy to continue. His brain had apparently gone on holiday leaving his drunken libido in charge.

Delighted by this turn of events, Malfoy selected one particularly tender spot and began to suck firmly enough to leave a mark. Harry felt goose bumps rise up on his arms and couldn't keep the quiet moan from escaping his parted lips.

Malfoy raised his head and turned his attention to the full lips in front of him. He leaned down and gently touched his lips to Harry's. Harry's eyes fluttered open and then closed again as he gave in to the wonderful sensation. Malfoy pressed harder, urging Harry to open his mouth. Harry wrapped his arms around him and eagerly obeyed.

The two stopped dancing completely and stood in the middle of the floor - kissing passionately. Harry had never been kissed with such fervour before and he suddenly felt fire spread through his entire body. The kiss became almost desperate as they fought to bruise each other's lips. Harry put his hand on the back of Malfoy's head and tangled his fingers in the silvery strands as he tried to pull him even closer.

Draco always had the nicest hair, Harry thought absently. Draco? Oh my God - I'm kissing Malfoy!

An alarm sounded in the back of Harry's inebriated mind and he opened his eyes, stumbling backwards.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy asked, a little breathless.

"Er...I have to go."

Harry turned and literally ran from the dance floor, his face burning in shame. Malfoy took off after him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around angrily.

"You can't just leave!" he cried.

"Actually I can," Harry said, trying to pull his arm free.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"This is wrong."

"Because of the someone else in your life?"

"No...yes...there's a lot of reasons."

"Such as?" Malfoy demanded, releasing him and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I can't tell you," Harry said, avoiding eye-contact. "I thought I could do this but I can't. You don't even know who I am."

"I thought you liked that?" Malfoy asked slowly.

"I...I've changed my mind. I don't want to anymore, I'm sorry."

"Fine," Malfoy said with no emotion, his eyes narrowing icily.

Then he was gone.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. He felt confused about the feelings battling it out inside his head, the vague feelings of regret and emptiness mixed with relief and shame. He still hated Malfoy, he was still an arrogant bastard, but the kiss...the kiss had been amazing. He touched his lips in wonder, remembering the unexpected passion, he had never felt like that before, never been kissed like that before - ever. But it was wrong...wasn't it?

Harry opened his eyes and suddenly realized that he was still in the crowded club. He felt suffocated and sick to his stomach. He pushed through the people and made his way over to Hermione and Colin as fast as he could.

"I'm ready to go," he said abruptly, interrupting their conversation.

"Already?" Hermione smiled. "I would've thought..."

Hermione stopped as she took in Harry's pale face and the urgency in his eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked, standing up.

"Can we just leave?" he pleaded, hoping she understood that he didn't want to talk about it.

"Of course."

Hermione handed Harry his jacket as Colin took out his keys and started for the door, Hermione glanced at Harry worriedly before following behind.

Harry put on his coat and walked a few feet behind his two friends. He couldn't stop himself from turning at the door and checking for one last glance of Malfoy, but he couldn't find the blond anywhere. He opened the door and was hit with a blast of cool air as he walked out into the night.