Title- Gothic Tango
Rating- Pg13 for now
Genre- Romance/Drama
Warning for- some cursing, slash, more "dark" feel to it.
Pairing- Draco/Harry
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, nor the HIM song "Death is in love with us". Wish I did, but I don't *pout*.
Chapter Two- The Red Heel
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The night club was situated on a rather dark and musty alley way, its bright neon sign the only luminance against the night. The Red Heel. Its entrance was a plain metal door, nothing unusual. Muggle owned and run by a Squib that had no interest in causing trouble. The only trouble the Red Heel had ever had was rumors of the bar tender letting minors drink. But, there was no proof.
But Draco Malfoy took no chances. Keeping one hand in his pocket, tightly wrapped around his wand, he entered the bar. His trench coat made blending into the shadows easy, but his pale skin and blond hair did not. Hopefully he wouldn't be recognized here, assuming there were no wizards around.
The lighting wasn't the best, but he could see almost completely in the dark due to training after the war. A plain bar counter sat against the south side, lit by neon green and red lights that reminded him of bad Christmas decorations. Twenty or so tables sat in the middle of the floor, clustered around the few booths so that there was some dancing space before the small stage in the north east corner.
Currently, the only noise was a dull chatter and light jazz music pouring from the ceiling speakers. There were instruments set up on the stage, which made him guess that a band was about to perform. It was still early yet, so there were very few customers.
The entire place stank of liquor and urine, and there was a suspicious dark mark on the wood near the bar.
He took a seat at the bar, innocently asking for a Vodka Colin from the bar tender after presenting his ID. A few seats down, a woman with make up caked on her face glanced his way, clearly taking interest in him. Draco groaned softly as she stood up and starting making her way towards him. Please not today, not now.
"Hey sweetie, here alone?"
He smiled up at the woman, allowing Malfoy charm and his dazzling looks to win her over. The woman was thin, probably anorexic even now. She wasn't young by any means- her hair was a mess of gray-dyed-orange curls and she had slapped on tons of eye shadow and powder to hide wrinkles. She was clad in a skin tight pink dress with a low cut that allowed one to see her ribs and sagging breasts should one get the urge to look down.
Mentally gagging, he pretended to listen to her introduce herself, but was more interested in the drink the bar tender just handed him. Her voice was annoying, like a chirping bird distressed because it was stuck in a lawn mower or something. Though the young Malfoy would not admit to knowing what such a primitive muggle device was.
After a few minutes of one sided conversation with the woman, he grew thoroughly annoyed, and began to drop hints that he wanted to be alone for the night. But, this woman's make up obviously poisoned her brain. After a few moments, he politely got up and left, taking a booth seat.
She fallowed.
"Look, Ms."
"Carlson, but you can call me Cindy, Hun."
"Ms. Carlson. Your company has been most enjoyable, but-"
He was cut off by cheers from the bar patrons as the band began to take the stage. Cindy joined in with them, leaving Draco a moments "peace". The band was composed of mostly young guys, with an exception of the female bass player. The drums player was bald, but everyone was fairly ordinary looking. They must have sounded good to get so many fans in the bar.
And then his eyes found the singer.
Harry-Fucking-Potter, dressed in plain black muggle jeans and a black silk shirt took a spot behind the mike, grabbing it. His green eyes showed vibrantly, uninhibited by glasses. His skin was still a mocha colored tan from years in the quidditch pitch. On the stage, preparing to sing for everyone, he nearly glowed. He was fucking glowing!
Draco felt his heart ram against his rib cage as the song began, base and guitar in simple harmony with the drum beat. And then he began to sing.
"I know it hurts too much
I know that you're scared
I know you're running out of trust
Wishing you were dead
In your misery
You're not alone
So come share your tears with me
And witness it all go wrong
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, Honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
41+66.6 = our loss
We're breathing only to fade away
We're running just to get caught
What love's lies blessed?
What love's light cursed?
Just fear for the best
And hope for our worst
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, Honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
Death's in love with us oh oh
The Reaper holds our hearts oh oh
Death's in love with us oh oh
And the Reaper holds our hearts oh oh" {1}
}As the base and guitar part slowed and quieted for the middle of the song, Harry's eyes took to glancing around the room. Draco sunk back into his seat, a strange primitive fear making him believe that if his eyes met Harry's, he'd be trapped in them forever. Everyone else was totally captivated by the performance so far. Cindy had stopped trying to molest him since it started.
But despite his troubles, their eyes met and held. Draco felt his façade slip, and his wonder become evident upon his face. Harry's emerald orbs widened in shock. They stood frozen, staring, to the point where the band began to worry because Harry was to have starting singing by now. But to the two wizards, nothing else was there but the piercing gaze of the other.
And then the boy-who-lived toppled to the ground in front of the stage, unconscious.
A/N- That's the HIM song I mentioned. If anyone would like the full lyrics and/or the mp3, ask for it in the reviews (now you have to review, lol). Sorry if this chapter was a little short. Because this seems popular right now, I'll let you decide what happens in the next chapters.
Harry wakes up and Draco is still there. Draco leaves, and Harry goes looking for him. Someone else shows up. Or. You can make something up!
Rating- Pg13 for now
Genre- Romance/Drama
Warning for- some cursing, slash, more "dark" feel to it.
Pairing- Draco/Harry
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, nor the HIM song "Death is in love with us". Wish I did, but I don't *pout*.
Chapter Two- The Red Heel
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night club was situated on a rather dark and musty alley way, its bright neon sign the only luminance against the night. The Red Heel. Its entrance was a plain metal door, nothing unusual. Muggle owned and run by a Squib that had no interest in causing trouble. The only trouble the Red Heel had ever had was rumors of the bar tender letting minors drink. But, there was no proof.
But Draco Malfoy took no chances. Keeping one hand in his pocket, tightly wrapped around his wand, he entered the bar. His trench coat made blending into the shadows easy, but his pale skin and blond hair did not. Hopefully he wouldn't be recognized here, assuming there were no wizards around.
The lighting wasn't the best, but he could see almost completely in the dark due to training after the war. A plain bar counter sat against the south side, lit by neon green and red lights that reminded him of bad Christmas decorations. Twenty or so tables sat in the middle of the floor, clustered around the few booths so that there was some dancing space before the small stage in the north east corner.
Currently, the only noise was a dull chatter and light jazz music pouring from the ceiling speakers. There were instruments set up on the stage, which made him guess that a band was about to perform. It was still early yet, so there were very few customers.
The entire place stank of liquor and urine, and there was a suspicious dark mark on the wood near the bar.
He took a seat at the bar, innocently asking for a Vodka Colin from the bar tender after presenting his ID. A few seats down, a woman with make up caked on her face glanced his way, clearly taking interest in him. Draco groaned softly as she stood up and starting making her way towards him. Please not today, not now.
"Hey sweetie, here alone?"
He smiled up at the woman, allowing Malfoy charm and his dazzling looks to win her over. The woman was thin, probably anorexic even now. She wasn't young by any means- her hair was a mess of gray-dyed-orange curls and she had slapped on tons of eye shadow and powder to hide wrinkles. She was clad in a skin tight pink dress with a low cut that allowed one to see her ribs and sagging breasts should one get the urge to look down.
Mentally gagging, he pretended to listen to her introduce herself, but was more interested in the drink the bar tender just handed him. Her voice was annoying, like a chirping bird distressed because it was stuck in a lawn mower or something. Though the young Malfoy would not admit to knowing what such a primitive muggle device was.
After a few minutes of one sided conversation with the woman, he grew thoroughly annoyed, and began to drop hints that he wanted to be alone for the night. But, this woman's make up obviously poisoned her brain. After a few moments, he politely got up and left, taking a booth seat.
She fallowed.
"Look, Ms."
"Carlson, but you can call me Cindy, Hun."
"Ms. Carlson. Your company has been most enjoyable, but-"
He was cut off by cheers from the bar patrons as the band began to take the stage. Cindy joined in with them, leaving Draco a moments "peace". The band was composed of mostly young guys, with an exception of the female bass player. The drums player was bald, but everyone was fairly ordinary looking. They must have sounded good to get so many fans in the bar.
And then his eyes found the singer.
Harry-Fucking-Potter, dressed in plain black muggle jeans and a black silk shirt took a spot behind the mike, grabbing it. His green eyes showed vibrantly, uninhibited by glasses. His skin was still a mocha colored tan from years in the quidditch pitch. On the stage, preparing to sing for everyone, he nearly glowed. He was fucking glowing!
Draco felt his heart ram against his rib cage as the song began, base and guitar in simple harmony with the drum beat. And then he began to sing.
"I know it hurts too much
I know that you're scared
I know you're running out of trust
Wishing you were dead
In your misery
You're not alone
So come share your tears with me
And witness it all go wrong
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, Honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
41+66.6 = our loss
We're breathing only to fade away
We're running just to get caught
What love's lies blessed?
What love's light cursed?
Just fear for the best
And hope for our worst
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, Honey
It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
Death's in love with us oh oh
The Reaper holds our hearts oh oh
Death's in love with us oh oh
And the Reaper holds our hearts oh oh" {1}
}As the base and guitar part slowed and quieted for the middle of the song, Harry's eyes took to glancing around the room. Draco sunk back into his seat, a strange primitive fear making him believe that if his eyes met Harry's, he'd be trapped in them forever. Everyone else was totally captivated by the performance so far. Cindy had stopped trying to molest him since it started.
But despite his troubles, their eyes met and held. Draco felt his façade slip, and his wonder become evident upon his face. Harry's emerald orbs widened in shock. They stood frozen, staring, to the point where the band began to worry because Harry was to have starting singing by now. But to the two wizards, nothing else was there but the piercing gaze of the other.
And then the boy-who-lived toppled to the ground in front of the stage, unconscious.
A/N- That's the HIM song I mentioned. If anyone would like the full lyrics and/or the mp3, ask for it in the reviews (now you have to review, lol). Sorry if this chapter was a little short. Because this seems popular right now, I'll let you decide what happens in the next chapters.
Harry wakes up and Draco is still there. Draco leaves, and Harry goes looking for him. Someone else shows up. Or. You can make something up!