Chapter 4

Ron's Date

Ron stood outside a muggle club, his hope climbing at every car that pulled up, and plummeting when it was just another muggle.

Draco's limo pulled up outside a huge building covered with purple and silver neon lights, announcing the name, prices of drinks, and the live performers. Draco shook his head at the lack of taste muggles had, up to Draco he would have had Harry to an exclusive wizard restaurant. Draco shook that thought away, 'No, I wouldn't take Potter anywhere!' he forced upon his mind.

Ron spun on his heal when he felt a presence behind him; it was the MMTV camera people. Ron watched a limo pulled up, and turned his nose up at the blonde headed man stepping out. Ron looked up and down Draco's well-planned outfit, yet another change since the start of the date. Draco was wearing more black leather pants, which were about as tight as a wet suit. His top had slightly changed, but was still silk - blood red in colour. Draco's platinum hair stood out from the entire outfit, making him look even better.

Ron cursed before looking down at his worn Calvin Klein jeans and loose white shirt; unconsciously he ran a hand through his now-shoulder length red hair.

Harry was sat in his black sports car tapping his fingers against the wheel, trying to will his annoying hard-on away. Just landing his eyes on Draco's outfit, (which left little to the imagination) had caused the throbbing in his tight Levi's to return full force. Taking a deep breath Harry stepped out his car, and locked the door.

Draco's mouth would have dropped to the floor, had he not been desperately trying to prevent it doing so.

Ron's was actually residing on the floor, Draco laughed at the mental image he gave himself of flies flying in and out of the Weasel's mouth.

Neither man spoke as Harry walked over to them both and muttered a quiet 'Hi'.

Harry was dressed in tight blue Levi jeans, and he to was working a silk top - only his was a very, very deep shade of green, which looked black at first glance. His messy hair hung around his handsome features, his eyes shinning brightly against the bright neon lights, coming from the club.

"Hello, Potter." Draco smiled wickedly, desperately thinking of something that was not likely to give him a hard-on. 'Come on' he told himself 'where's the Malfoy self-control?'.

"Hey Malfoy" Harry winked seductively, Harry laughed as he heard Draco mutter something that would defiantly have to be 'bleeped out' if the MMTV microphones caught it.

"So, c'mon Harry" Ron grabbed Harry's arm and led him in, leaving Draco trailing behind.

'OK Ron this is your chance, mate' Ron told himself, sitting down on a purple stool, next to a silver table. Harry sat down next to him, looking around the club, taking everything in. Draco sat opposite them, not looking remotely impressed at his surroundings.

"Not impressed Malfoy?" Ron practically spat the Malfoy, before raising an eyebrow in mock curiosity,

"Well not exactly" Draco answered politely "But I suppose, you are on a budget!" Draco remarked, before collecting a drink off the server and making a disgusted face at, what looked to Ron as a clean glass.

"If you don't like it, I'm sure we could tie you up outside with the other bitches." Ron leered, a smirk playing on his lips.

Before Draco could retaliate Harry snapped back into reality and shot a 'don't-you-dare' look at Draco who smiled at Harry.

Ron watched the exchange and internally groaned as he saw Malfoy and Harry's eyes lock. They both watched each other for a couple of minutes before Harry let out a discreet cough and looked at the table. A glass filled with bright green liquid had found its way there with ice cubes filling the glass, a straw, a cherry on top and an umbrella.

Harry took note of how it was sparkling more like crystal than glass and then looked quizzically to Draco, who smiled and leaned in close to Harry's ear and whispered 'My dates always get the best, even if I don't like them'. Harry suppressed a shudder as he felt Malfoy's breath tickling his ear, Harry spun his head around to ask if it was a crystal glass, but as he did, his and Malfoy's nose touched, and they sat there for a number of seconds before Ron coughed loudly.

Ron watched Draco whisper something to Harry, then he watched them sit there, the lust, want and need showing clearly in his best friends eyes. Ron knew that he needed to do something but he couldn't. He had little experience with flirting and Malfoy obviously had the advantage of looks.

Ron desperately tried to think of ways he could flirt with Harry, but none came to mind. After a few minutes, Ron coughed loudly, and as Malfoy sent him a 'fucking-twat' look, Ron flashed his time out card.

Fuck! Fuck! He CANNOT do that!! Draco was seething inside, but managed to keep his external appearance cool and calm. Draco took the card out of the Weasel's hand, trying not to snatch it and ruin his image. Draco stood and walked over to the dance floor, making several guys and girls watch after him.

He walked into the backroom, and glared at the MMTV workers before sitting down and crossing his legs.

"That bastard can try whatever he wants. I cannot believe that, can you? I mean did you see how close Harr - er I mean Potter was to kissing me, not that I care because it's Potter, but dammit, that Weasel will pay!".
Hmmmmmm, I wonder what Harry thought of Ron interrupting Draco and Harry's little moment there! Oh well. Do you think Ron will be able to rescue himself, and win the game, or is Draco to far ahead?

Next Chapter - Draco takes a time out.

And then...the dismissal!!!!!!!!!!!! Nooo it'll be over sniff sniff unless you don't want it to be??????

Oh well, I'll be off.

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