He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 15

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/Colin, Pansy/Millicent, Nott/? (I'm not even going to say his first name anymore until after I've gone through my previous chapters and changed them)

Year: 6th

Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), some sap, hopefully Draco's not too OOC (everyone acts differently when you're in love), and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well.

Notes: This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Okay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. JKR owns them, not moi. I make no money off of this. Although, Rowling should take a page from my book. Also, any kind of Garfield references in here belongs to Jim Davis, the comic book genius.

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A disgruntled Draco Malfoy was walking beside his boyfriend Harry. They were following two sickingly sweet people: Blaise Zabini and Colin Creevey. Every time Blaise would call Colin an endearing name or talk like he was speaking to a toddler, Draco would cringe or mumble that he was going to be sick.

"So, Oh-Wonderful-Boyfriend-Of-Mine, where are we going?" Draco said, irritably. He noticed that Blaise and Colin were holding hands, as well as making goo-goo eyes at each other. Draco scoffed.

"I'm not sure," Harry said.

"How about that place?" Colin asked, pointing to Madam Puddifoot's.

Harry frowned. There was no way in HELL he'd go back there!

"You guys can," said Draco, "Harry and I are going our separate ways first, remember?" he tapped Blaise's shoulder.

"Oh, yeah." Blaise grinned. "Have fun, guys." He took Colin by the hand and led him toward Madam Puddifoot's place.

"We need to decide on where to go." Draco said. He stopped in front of Harry, facing him. Harry had to urge to move forward and embrace him.

"Want to look around a few shops for a while?" Harry asked. "Like the Quidditch shop or Honeydukes?"

Draco had this look that almost frightened Harry.

"Let's go… to Knockturn Alley."

If Harry had been eating or drinking anything, he would have choked.

"What??" Harry gasped out. "Knockturn Alley?? Why??"

"Believe it or not, there's a rather decent place there that I think you'll like." Draco almost laughed at the look on Harry's face, "Oh don't worry… I won't let anyone hassle you, Harry. Just stick close to me, ok?"

"Gee, thanks, Draco." Harry rolled his eyes, "It's not like I'm afraid of that place or anything. I just think it's a bit… er… dark."

"Well, it is." Draco smirked. "But sometimes when you have to get the rarer things, and the more classy items, you have to go to Knockturn." He was ogling Harry as if he were a little child pleading with his mother with wanting to go to a circus. "Well, Harry? Want to? I suspect that you might have been there before?"

"Yes, I've been there, but it wasn't intentionally."

"Oh, of course not." Draco said, looking highly amused. "It's never intentionally, is it? Well, this time you have a choice. Believe me, Harry, I'm sure you'll have fun."

"You think so?" Harry ogled Draco's facial expressions. "What about Blaise and Colin? We have to met up with them in the Three Broomsticks for dinner for our double date still, right?"

"Yeah…" Draco made a face. Harry guessed he still didn't like the fact that they were double dating. "We won't be late." Draco forced himself to say.

Harry smiled. He could tell that Draco was trying real hard to have this first date go well. Since Draco was giving the double date a try, Harry thought he might as well try Draco's suggestion.

"All right, let's go then," he said, grabbing Draco's hand.

Draco smiled.

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Blaise and Colin entered Madam Puddifoot's little teashop. The inside was still steamy, but this time the place was decorated for the upcoming Halloween and fall celebrations. Beautiful, multi-colored leaves were falling from the ceiling, and as they fell, they grew smaller and smaller until they'd disappear when they hit the floor. Whenever a yellow or light orange leaf fell onto a table, it would stay there for a while before it slowly shrank until it was gone.

"Oh…" Colin felt his breath catch, "My goodness… this place is magnificent! Oh, Blaise, you're too much!" He took out his camera from his bag and started taking pictures. "These would look beautiful in my photo album, especially when it's an animated photo!"

Blaise shook his head; not at all surprised that Colin had brought his camera with. "So, you brought it with after all, huh?"

"Of course!" Colin said. They got themselves a little table made for two. "Can't miss taking wonderful pictures of you, can I?" He held up his camera and aimed it at Blaise.

Blaise blushed a little, and when Colin snapped a picture, he turned away. The room wasn't too filled with couples, only a few. Blaise noted that they were the only gay couple, and no one seemed to notice; they were all kissing or gazing into one another's eyes.

"Don't they look so in love?" Colin sighed. He was looking where his boyfriend was looking. "Don't you wish love could last for everyone? But, alas, some people still fall out of love." He looked back at Blaise with shining eyes. "I don't want that day to come for us."

"I don't even want to think about it." Blaise said, frowning a little. "So let's not."

"Good idea." Colin said, smiling. "Let's live in the moment."

Colin ordered tea, where as Blaise ordered for black coffee. He watched Colin continue to gaze lovingly at the leaves falling from the ceiling and the autumn colored banners. He wasn't sure just what drew him close to the other boy. He had that certain something… that boldness and wholeheartedness that seemed to never empty. Although Blaise was a bit jealous of Colin's fondness for Harry, he knew that he had nothing to worry about. Harry was happily with Draco, and from what he could tell; Colin was happy being with him.

When Colin realized that Blaise was staring at him, he turned his gaze back and blushed. He smiled a little, and opened his mouth to speak, but their drinks arrived, so he shut it. They nodded their thanks to the waitress and then went back to staring. Blaise wasn't sure if anyone had noticed anything odd about them being here or not, but he didn't care. He took a sip of his coffee, careful not to burn his tongue.

"So… where do you think Harry and Draco went?" Colin asked suddenly.

"Don't know." Blaise said, shrugging. "Maybe Draco's got an idea. I don't know why Harry didn't want to come in here."

"Bad memories?" Colin suggested.

"Possibly." Blaise said. He took another sip and then put his cup down. They stared at each other for a while. Blaise swallowed a lump and then cleared his throat. "So… w-when was your birthday again?"

"The end of March."

"Oh, right." Blaise hid a smirk as best he could. "You'll be 16 then?"

"Yeah." Colin nodded. He took a sip of his tea. "Mmm… just the way I like it."

Blaise stared at the way Colin was licking his lips after taking a sip, and he felt unable to breath. After a bit of silence, Colin realized that his boyfriend was staring at him, so he gave Blaise a quizzical look.

"What?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh," Blaise shook himself out of his reverie, "Just admiring the view."

This was obviously the right thing to say, because Colin went bright red and ducked his head, his chin pressed hard against his breastplate. For a while, Colin couldn't say anything but little 'ah' or 'I' noises, and then he eventually sighed loudly and looked back into Blaise's eyes.

"You're too sweet, Blaise." Colin said in a soft voice, "Especially for a Slytherin."

Blaise smiled at this. "Oh, we Slytherins can be real romantics if we want to be. And we're also truthful, and that, my dearest boyfriend, was the truth. I really was enjoying the view… watching you lick your lips… I'm very jealous of that teacup, you know. Those lips and that tongue should be on me instead."

Colin blushed even more, his whole neck and face going dark red. "Oh, you hush!"

Blaise reached over, not caring if anyone was watching or not, and took hold of Colin's hand. Colin thought he was going to faint when Blaise raised his hand to meet his lips. Blaise lightly kissed Colin's knuckles, and Colin brought his other hand up to cover his burning face.

"Blaise!" Colin said, a bit too loudly. They finally did have eyes on them now, but Blaise could care less.

"Let's get out of here, huh? I can't wait any longer."

Speechless, Colin nodded his head vigorously. Blaise put a Galleon on the table and then guided Colin out the door. Many eyes followed their leave, blinking rapidly in astonishment and confusion.

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Draco led Harry into the Three Broomsticks and they walked over to the fireplace. Harry almost forgot that they'd have to Floo to where they were going. It felt odd to Harry to be actually Flooing to Knockturn Alley instead of accidentally going there.

"I hate traveling by Floo Powder," Draco said, untying a bag that unmistakably held the powder, "but it's the only way we're able to get there from here." He held out the opened bag for Harry, and Harry took a handful for himself. Draco motioned his hand for Harry to go ahead, "Age before beauty."

Harry snickered, "Pearls before swine."

"Hey!"

Harry shook his head in dismay, and stepped into the fireplace. He turned back around to stare into Draco's smirking face. He held his fist up, which was still tightly clenching the powder, and then shouted, "Knockturn Alley!" and threw the powder down.

In a whirling blaze of green, Harry was gone.

Draco stepped into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, and then he also shouted "Knockturn Alley", and was engulfed in green flames. Moments later, Draco tumbled, rather elegantly, out of the fireplace that was located in Borgin and Burkes. He saw Harry was looking around the room, and Harry was recalling the first time he ever stepped into the store.

"Been here before?" Draco asked as he wandered up to his nervous looking boyfriend.

"Yes." Harry said dryly. "Back in our second year."

Draco's brows rose rather quickly, "You don't say? So was I. We must have missed each other."

Harry chuckled lightly in his hand, "Not really." He continued to laugh.

Draco eyed him strangely, and so Harry decided to indulge him. "I accidentally turned up here when I tried to shout out 'Diagon Alley'! Before I knew it, I was sliding out of this very fireplace," Harry pointed to it.

"Why did we never see each other then?" Draco asked.

"Because I'm good at hide-and-seek," Harry smiled, "When I saw you and your father coming to the door, I hid in this black cabinet." Harry pointed to the piece of furniture that was looking older and dustier. The rest of the place was just as Harry remembered it. Evil-looking masks on the walls, an assortment of human bones and skulls lay here and there, and rusty, spiked instruments hanging from the ceiling.

"You hid in this cabinet?" Draco peered in it, and then his eyes flew open in realization, "I was almost going to open it, too! I would have caught you!"

"Yes, you would have." Harry said, smirking a little, "If it weren't for your father."

Draco nodded. "Yeah. I was a very curious boy, wanting to touch everything… and I wanted that Hand of Glory." He pointed at the old hand, which now had spider webs hanging off of it. Apparently no one wanted to buy it.

"I remember that." Harry said, smiling. "Mr. Borgin was saying that you had good taste."

"Yeah, I remember." Draco smiled a bit, but then frowned, "And then my father said that he hoped that I would amount to something more than a thief. Ha! Look at me now!"

"Yeah. You're not the one in prison." Harry moved closer, ignoring the weird moving eyeball sitting on the shelf as it turned his way.

"So," Draco said, almost uncomfortably, "Are you wishing that I did get put in Azkaban along with my father?"

Harry glowered, "No, because you're innocent. Fudge has no right to convict you without evidence. You have no Dark Mark, and you never killed anyone."

"You're glad that I said that to him, then?" Draco smirked widely.

"I'm very glad with the way things turned out." Harry said. He was only a mere couple inches away from Draco's face now.

"Yeah. Fate has a funny way of working sometimes. There were times when I wondered why I've been having such a rotten childhood, and why the higher ups were being cruel to me like they were. Now I see that it was all adding up to this one moment… this one, breathtaking and… heart-pounding minute of our lives."

Harry felt his heart leap in his chest, and he swallowed hard. Draco was so close now that he could see nothing but icy blue eyes; framed by dusty-blond lashes, smooth, lightly freckled skin, and smell something like cologne. When Draco's mouth was within a millimeter from his, Harry could feel Draco's heady breath caressing his lips, and smell the bitter-sweetness of it; Harry gasped as he felt those lips on his.

He had no idea how long he'd been kissing Draco, but when he heard a light cough in the background, they both instinctively jumped back from each other.

"Ah,it'snone other thenthe infamous couple I've been hearing so much about." The man said with an oily tone. They both recognized him as Mr. Borgin.

Draco stepped in front of Harry almost immediately, and this made Harry's heart leap into his throat. "That's right." Draco said, "Harry's with me. Got a problem with that, old man?"

Mr. Borgin's eye twitched irritably, but his greasy smile never wavered. "I have no problems when it comes to the Malfoys, young master Draco."

Harry felt a shiver go through his spine, and he had no idea why.

"Good." Draco said. "Well, we'll be seeing you later, Mr. Borgin…"

"Later?" Mr. Borgin's eyes widened, and then he hastily brought a black box up to the counter, "To purchase something, I hope?"

"Maybe." Draco said, despite the look Harry was giving him. "Mainly to use your fireplace again to Floo back to Hogsmeade."

"I see," Mr. Borgin said. Then he smiled slightly and bowed, "I was hoping that the rumor I heard about you and Harry Potter weren't true, and that you were merely saying this to the Ministry so you wouldn't end up where your father was, but…" he eyed Harry, "I see now… actually, I saw a few seconds ago that the rumor was true. I never thought in a million years that you, of all people, would be dating Mr. Potter. If your father ever heard of such, he'd…"

"But he's in prison," Draco retorted. "And as far as I know, no news of Harry and I have reached his ears." He leaned over the counter and glared at the older wizard, "and I hope that it stays that way, if you catch my meaning."

Mr. Borgin bowed slightly, hands clasped, "I understand completely, young Master Malfoy…"

"Good." Draco said before Mr. Borgin could ramble on. "Keep in mind that I do have my own fortune, and as you know from experience… money talks."

Mr. Borgin bowed again, forcing a smile on his lips. "Of course, young master, of course…"

Draco grabbed Harry's elbow, "Come on, lover. Let's go."

Harry was shocked with Draco's lusty tone in his voice when he spoke to him, but he followed his lead anyway. Harry was glad that he didn't have to handle that situation. He wanted to thank Draco somehow for it.

Walking swiftly down the dingy alleyway, Draco never let up on his hold on his elbow. They passed a few shops that Harry recognized: one with shrunken heads in them, another with large black spiders, and one that had a weird sign on it that Harry couldn't read. It must have been Greek, or Latin, or something similar.

Harry finally felt Draco move his grip from his elbow to his hand and pulled him closer to his body. Harry was about to say something when he saw from the corner of his eye, something moving below his feet. He jumped slightly, grabbing onto Draco's body tightly, as he watched a small, very hairy man walk by. At first he thought it was some kind of beast, but it turned out to be an old goblin. Harry let out a breath, and Draco laughed at him.

"Why so jumpy, Harry?" Draco said in an amused tone. "It's as if you'd never seen a hairy goblin before."

"Oh, well… I thought it was something else." Harry let out a shaky sigh. "How in the world can you stand it here? It's so… eerie and… bleak."

Draco shrugged, "I'm used to it."

Harry stayed close, and that got Draco's shoulders to shake with laughter.

"It's not funny, you know." Harry said, pouting slightly. "I really thought the goblin was some kind of hairy... thing."

"And here I thought you were scared of nothing." Draco laughed.

"I wasn't scared of it." Harry protested, "It just startled me."

"Well, I was trying to move you out of his way, but you're so stiff. Are you sure you're not scared?"

"Scared? Yeah right!" Harry went back to his usual stature. "Why'd I be scared of anything here?"

Draco moved his face closer as they kept walking forward, eyes still strained ahead of them, "Is there anything you are afraid of, Harry?" he asked softly.

Harry could feel his heart beating a little loudly, but Harry chalked that up to Draco being so close to him. He let out a small sigh, and whispered back, "Yes."

"What?" Draco said, sounding very curious. Just as Harry leaned closer, Draco took a hold of his waist and steered him toward a little place with a swinging door. There was a sign at the top in big, dark letters saying: Shade & Seamy's.

Harry stared at the sign for a bit, but then he felt a gentle nudge in the ribs. He looked over at Draco, who was eyeing him suspiciously.

"What are you afraid of?" Draco said, a bit annoyed for having to ask Harry again.

"Well…" Harry began. His eyes wandered to another sign that was giving rules about what you can and cannot wear, and what you can't do while inside the place. He stared at the words, but he wasn't really reading them.

"Harry…" Draco said, impatiently. "Tell me before we go in."

Harry sighed, looked down and then said, "Fear."

Draco raised a brow, "Fear? You're afraid of fear? That doesn't make any sense."

"Well, that's what it had been for a while, but… now I'm not sure. But it's mainly fear."

"Like… being afraid of something or what?"

"Er… well, kind of. I guess it's mainly when others are afraid… I want to make sure nothing hurts others… or whatever. I guess it's harder to explain than I thought."

"Try explaining things when we get a seat, ok?"

Harry looked back up at the sign, "What is this place, anyway?"

"Shade and Seamy's… the best place for entertainment. It used to be mainly for Dark Wizards, but now that things are starting to go back to normal, so to speak, it's for anyone. I thought you might like it, even though it's a bit seedy."

When they walked in, they were hit with the harsh aroma of smoke. It wasn't like anything Harry had ever smelt before, nothing like regular cigarettes or even marijuana, in which he'd smelt in Dudley's room a few times before. It was almost pleasing, but it was still rather strong.

It was rather shady looking inside, but there was also something familiar about it that Harry couldn't place. It was almost like walking into an old time western, with the wooden tables and chairs, stage with red curtains, and a marble looking bar. It seemed to be decorated for Halloween, but Harry wondered if they were always like this. Most of the people were huddled up by the stage as if there was a show about to begin. The air was smoky, and the people they walked past smelt of different types of alcohol, or perfume. Harry didn't know if he were getting a buzz or a headache.

Draco steered them over to a table, and he noticed the way Harry had been ogling the place. He understood, because when his father first brought him here, he had acted about the same way. The place didn't seem to change, from what Draco remembered.

"So, what're we doing here? We're still eating at the Three Broomsticks with Blaise and Colin, aren't we?"

"Relax." Draco said, leaning back in his chair. "We're here for the entertainment and the drinks. Blaise brought Creevey to that teashop because he knew that Creevey wouldn't like places like these. He's too innocent and such. But you, Pots… you've been through a lot of crap, maybe more than me… so I was hoping that you'd be ok with this."

"What kind of entertainment?" Harry asked, looking over at the stage. The curtains were still closed.

A waitress rambled up to them, with a tray of assorted things that Harry didn't recognize. She was wearing a very skimpy looking cocktail dress, high heels, and net stockings wherever the skin showed, even the top part where the cleavage was showing.

"Hello, dears," she said with a saucy tone. "What's your pleasure?" She showed the tray to the two teens.

Harry eyed the things, and he thought he recognized something that looked similar to cigarettes, but he wasn't sure. Draco picked out a long, skinny pack that looked like it would hold a toothbrush or something thin, and he also picked out a small, plastic container that reminded Harry of those little pill holders. The waitress held the tray closer to Harry once Draco was done selecting his objects.

"How much are they?" Harry asked, looking at something resembling jelly in a paper cup.

"Everything on here, except for the Wiz-fags, is one Sickle each. The fags are three Sickles."

"Wiz-fags?" Harry looked over and noticed that Draco had taken one- that long, skinny pack. In silver letters it said 'WIZ-FAGS', and there was a silver broomstick flying through the 'A', and a wand for the 'I'. "No thanks," Harry said, "I'll just try… uh…"

"Try the Black Jelly-pills. They're good." Draco suggested.

Harry went a bit pale. "Er—pills? Do you swallow them, or…?"

The waitress giggled, and Draco laughed. "Oh, he's not been here before, I take it?" she asked.

"Nope." Draco said. He took out a long wiz-fag, and it reminded Harry of a coffee stirrer. "Mr. Potter here isn't accustomed to anything in Knockturn."

The waitress's eyes went as wide as plates, and Harry was trying to look anywhere but at her. "Harry Potter??" she moved her gaze to his forehead, "Oh, it is Harry Potter, then. This is an honor!"

Harry snorted and looked at Draco accusingly. Draco just smiled, but he knew that Harry didn't like his fame being tossed around like that.

"Take whatever you want for free, sweetie," she said to Harry.

Harry cocked a brow, and was about to protest, but Draco nudged him and said, "Go on, Pots. Try something. It won't really hurt you. We have Healers, remember? They can clean and heal your body, unlike Muggle doctors."

That clenched it. Harry nodded and took a pack of Wiz-fags and the Black Jelly-pills. The waitress smiled, and then took out a small parchment and a little quill. "Would you two like something to drink, then?"

Draco used his wand to light the end of his wiz-fag, and then took a long drag from it. "Yes," he finally said, blowing smoke upward, "I'd like Drake Dragoon's Whiskey."

"Very good. And Mr. Potter?"

"Er…" Harry was about to say that he wanted a butterbeer, but thought that maybe that sounded too weak for a place like this. "I'll have… uh… Firewhiskey… no! Uh… red currant rum… I think…"

Both the waitress and Draco were looking impatient. Harry sighed and said, "Well, do you have anything in between mead and Firewhiskey?"

The waitress snickered, "Well, we have a Muggle brand of beer, but that's it. Other than that, it's Firewhiskey. Unless you'd like to have what Mr. Malfoy is having?"

Harry wasn't surprised that the waitress knew Draco. Draco must have been in here more than once. "Ok, give me a Firewhiskey."

"All right. I'll be back with your order, then." As she left, Harry noticed that the curtains at the stage were beginning to part. He moved his gaze to the stage, just as Draco did; whom had his wiz-fag stuck between his lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen," shouted the announcer, "Tonight is a special night for all you gals and gays… please welcome: THE GEMINI GENTS!"

The crowd around the stage crowed and whistled their approval. Harry wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, so he clapped softly. Draco sat back in his chair, blowing smoke from his nostrils, and had a smug look on his face.

"Well, well… we're just in time." Draco said.

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"Oh… oh my!" Colin gasped. When he and Blaise got back from Hogsmeade, Blaise led his boyfriend straight for the Slytherin dungeons. Colin wasn't sure at first why they were going down there, but when Blaise got to the dorms and then picked him up to carry him through the door, Colin blushed very hard and knew just what was on Blaise's mind.

Blaise kept Colin's hands held up above his head, his body was lying between Colin's knees. Soft gasps, mumbles, and groans could be heard throughout the room. It was lucky that everyone else was at Hogsmeade today, and that Professor Snape had a meeting with Dumbledore.

The only light in the room was a softly glowing candle on the bedside table. Two wands were lying on either side of it.

"Blaise!" Colin groaned. The covers shifted as Blaise moved himself more up on his boyfriend's body. Blaise spread his legs, and then a hand went under the covers. Colin wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's torso, toes curling a little. He threw his head back in a silent scream as Blaise slowly pushed himself closer to Colin. "OH! Oh, yes… Blaise!"

"I love you, Colin." Blaise murmured in his ear as he gently began to move.

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The curtains parted, the lights dimmed, and the audience slowly went silent as a pair of tall, shapely figures emerged under a spotlight. They were wearing identical suits, except that one was red and the other was green. They had hats that covered the top part of their faces, and their bowties and shoes were polished white. Right when the music started, the two men moved, almost robotically at first, and then they went into a saucy dance.

"Er—Draco?" Harry whispered. His eyes were suddenly glued to the two gorgeous men on stage.

"Yes, Harry?" Draco said.

"Er… are those two going to… uh…" Harry was trying to get himself to say it, but for some reason, it made him go red.

"Yes, they're stripers," Draco said, taking another drag of his wiz-fag.

Harry's eyes widened as he watched the one in red slowly take off his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders. The man finally looked up, and a pair of bright blue eyes pierced the audience. Harry finally realized that they both had very blond hair. "Er… Draco? Are those two… are they…"

"They're twins." Draco said, sounding nonchalant. He took a swig of the drink that the waitress had brought for him a few seconds ago. Harry hadn't even paid much attention when she placed his drink in front of him. His eyes were glued to the sexy twins on the dance floor.

"I see that…" Harry said. His eyes followed the sensual movements as they became barer and barer. "But are they… Veelas?"

"Veelas?" Draco said, sounding far away. The moment the one twin wearing green took off his vest, Draco began to sound more out of it. "I… don't think… they are…"

"Oh." Harry said distantly. It was hard to keep his attention on them both.

The Gemini Gents were finally down to nothing but g-strings. Both Harry and Draco's eyes were bulging at their… bulges. When they thought it wouldn't get any hotter, they surprised them, and most of the crowd, by putting their arms around each other, and then they began to touch one another.

"Uhhh…" Harry said stupidly. He was going to ask a question, but his thought went on hold. He'd been wondering if this was really part of the act, but it seemed to be, since the audience was going nuts and throwing Galleons on stage.

Suddenly, to Harry's surprise (Draco wasn't too surprised to see it), the twins started to French kiss each other, mouths open and all, for the audience to witness. Harry thought he was going to explode, and from behind him he heard Draco choke on his wiz-fag.

"Any more of this and I'll have to drag you off to an empty corner…" Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry groaned and nodded, wanting nothing better than that. They continued to watch the beautiful twins make out with each other, and then… just as Harry was about to turn around to tell Draco that he wanted to get out of there and ravish him, the Gemini Gents moved their hands down the others hips and slipped their g-strings off. Everyone in the room made a noise that sounded like a cross between a screech and a moan, as if everyone had just creamed their pants. They all got a quick peek of the dancers privates before their bodies came together again, and their legs move in the way of the view as they hugged.

"Let's… go…" Harry groaned.

"Yeah… good idea." Draco said. They gasped again when the twins started to move against each other. "Let's go now."

"Ok." Harry said. Even though they planned on going, their feet had other ideas.

"Uh… any time now…" Draco said, forcing himself to stand. He took out the amount that his bill came to (all of Harry's stuff was free), all without taking his eyes off of the stage.

"Yes…" Harry said, not moving. He was totally mezmorized by the grinding bodies.

"Let's go and perform our own show…" Draco whispered, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders.

That got Harry to finally move, and he took a quick drink of his Firewhiskey, forgetting that it was supposed to be stronger than butterbeer, and he spit half of it out of his mouth. "Gaaaaahhh!"

Draco laughed, "Come on." He took a hold of Harry's hand and led him out the door. Harry's Black Jelly-pills were left on the table, forgotten.

TBC

sorry for stopping it there, but my muse is being a pain, and I'm also in the middle of Unite or Crumble. Hopefully I can get that finished soon, but I don't know what my muse is going to be like. Real life has been crazy!! Sorry for the late updates.

Thanks to those who've said that it's not quite rated R yet, but I still upped the rating just in case. Don't want to get into trouble again!

Oh, and just FYI- Draco did take whatever was in the little pill box, just don't have the brain power to think up a name or what the stuff does… but it's supposed to have quite a kick.