Raei: Be fore warned – this chapter will contain GRAPHIC, EXPLICITLY RAUNCHY, KINKMEISTER karaoke. If you don't like karaoke, then buggar off. (But don't really, because we need you to review! LOL... Super...)
Draco stood infront of the mirror, re-grooming his hair for the fifth time. He had finally decided on what to wear, and he hoped that everyone else would notice how much time and effort he put into the way he had dressed. Smiling happily at his appearance, Draco smoothed his shirt, turning to walk towards the door. He knew that Harry hadn't even started to get ready yet, and it was already eight fifteen.
When he stepped into the living room, Draco found Harry sitting crossed legged on the floor with a guitar in his lap, a pencil in his mouth and sheet music on the floor in front of him. Draco stood motionless as he watched Harry strum at the guitar; smiling to himself he looked down at his sheet music writing down the notes. Avoiding the coffee table like a plague, Draco sat on the floor infront of Harry.
"I didn't know you could play the guitar."
"I learned how to play after Sirius died." Harry smiled again as he looked down at his music again, writing down a few more notes.
"Oh... why haven't you gotten ready yet? We have to leave in 15 minutes." Draco crossed his ankles and hugged his knees.
"I was hoping that you'd... help me?" Harry placed his guitar down and puppy dog eyed Draco, "pleasee?"
Draco grinned and stood up, holding his hand out for Harry. "I knew it would come to this." He led Harry in the direction of his room. "On to your closet."
Harry grinned sheepishly as Draco pulled him towards his bedroom. "Naughty boy..."
Draco turned suddenly and raised his eyebrow. "Eh?"
"Eloquently put, Mr. Malfoy. What I said was 'naughty boy'... naughty boy in leather. When did you get those?" Harry twirled Draco around with his hand looking at his pants as he spun the other man.
"...Umm... erm..." Draco started as he flushed, "Can we get to what you're going to be...Hey! Hey! Are you... no don't do that! You're going to rip them!"
Harry smirked mischievously, stopping the second reach of his hand towards the leather material at the waist of Draco's pants. "What? I was just testing how they would hold up against... tearing..." If possible, Draco's flush became deeper, and he muttered something incomprehensible, "Enough about my pants. Let's get to you."
"Indeed let's get to me." Harry smirked.
Rolling his eyes, Draco rummaged through Harry's wardrobe until he produced pair of loose faded olive drab jeans, a gray long-sleeved shirt, and a black t-shirt. "Here, put these on."
Harry shrugged and began to strip off his clothing, getting as far as removing his shirt and pants before Draco protested.
"What are you doing?" came the weak question.
Harry put his hands on his near naked hips and replied, "Changing, what's it look like? You said I had fifteen minutes. I wouldn't want to hold us up by doing something as silly as making you leave whilst I get down to my skivvies."
"Skivvies?" Draco laughed.
"Yes."
"Well at least I know what kind of underwear you have." Draco commented as he looked down at the cotton plaid boxer shorts. "I guess that'll be my consolation prize for you subjecting me to your nakedness."
"Well it doesn't exactly look as if you are complaining. Now hand me my clothes – it's getting cold."
Draco looked down and nodded slightly. "I know." He walked past Harry shoving his clothing into his chest. "Hurry it up."
Changing quickly, Harry soon found himself jumping up and down on one foot trying to shove his foot into his sneakers – his keys dangling from his mouth, his guitar case resting on the floor beside him.
Putting on his jacket, Draco motioned towards the guitar case on the floor. "Why are you bringing that?"
"Because every Saturday night I play at the club."
"Do you get paid?"
"No... it's just for fun. Hurry up I need to warm up the car."
"You have a car? Then why have we been walking around?"
"Beeecause... exercise is good."
"Oh... so that means your car sucks doesn't it?"
Harry opened the door to the garage, revealing a dark silver BMW Z9 convertible with black leather interior.
Draco's jaw dropped. "You own a BMW?"
"Uh huh." Harry smiled and walked to the driver's side door. "And it's really fast. So get in. Or I'll leave you here, and make you carry my guitar case to the club."
Draco had never run so fast to a car in his life. He settled into the front seat of the car – and if he were able to, he would have been purring.
Placing the guitar tenderly into the space behind the front seat, Harry sat down beside Draco gently closing the door. "Orgasmic isn't it?"
"Mmm... defiantly." Draco swooned as he stroke the leather interior lightly. His eyes flew open as he realized what he had just said. "What?! Yes... It's very nice."
Harry laughed and revved up the engine up as he reached for the electric garage door opener. Pulling out into the driveway, Harry let the engine purr, as he made sure the large door behind them was closed.
Draco fastened his seatbelt, and wasn't disappointed when Harry sped down the street. He realized that Harry handed his car the same way he had done with his firebolt, the fastest broomstick in the world. It made sense to Draco that if you once flew the supreme broomstick, you would obviously want an extremely fast car.
They were at the club in less than twenty minutes, meaning that it would have taken the pair forty to forty –five minutes to walk there. Draco's hair job was shot as he stepped out of the car, and he tried in vain to get the once smooth blond locks to lay flat once more. It was no use. His hair was stuck in a wind blow fashion over his eyes, and since it was rather longish, it swept the top's of his shoulders and tickled his neck.
"You look thoroughly rumpled Draco darling." Harry said smiling as he leaned to retrieve his guitar. "I think you look better with your hair like that."
Draco raised a hand to his hair and was about to reply when he heard rather loud voices call out from behind them.
"Harry!"
"Where have you been hiding?!" Harry turned, "Cole! Luke! It's good to see you!"
Cole was a tall, slender man with short spiked light brown hair, which had pink frosted tips. Dressed in a pair of gray plaid pants that were a little tight and flared at the knee slightly, with a sleeveless black shirt. On his feet he wore black high top runners with pink shoelaces; shoelaces that oddly enough matched his hair. The middle of Cole's lip was pierced with a silver hoop, and Draco noticed a flash of steel in the center of the taller boy's tongue, which meant that that was pierced too.
Luke on the other hand, was the complete opposite. His curly black hair fell close to his face, slightly covering his violet colored contacts. He stood just under Cole's nose, but was still able to kick anyone's ass. He wore a pair of loose black jeans held up with a studded belt, and a collard crimson shirt. His shoes were black, scuffed up combat boots. On his exposed arms, he wore many studded leather bracelets, and a silver rings on each of his thumbs. His septum was pierced, and you could see a tattoo wrapping around the back of his neck, down his shoulders disappearing behind the shirt.
"Harry!" Cole's bright green eyes sparkled as his attention fell to Draco. "Who is this?"
"His name is Draco." He eyed Cole. "And no."
Cole smiled and stepped back slightly, "Aww... Party pooper."
Luke crossed his arms and smirked, "What Harry means Cole, is that he wants...Draco here... all to himself." He twirled a bit of his long black hair in his chipped nail-polished fingers. "He should learn to share. Don't you think?"
"Mmm... Indeed." Cole advanced forward placing a warm hand to Harry's chest. "Please, do share with me?"
Harry looked nervously from Draco to Cole, and back again. "Umm... he's not like that."
"Like what?" Cole tilted his head to the side.
"Ostentatiously gay?" Luke offered.
"Oh well at least I'm comfortable with my sexuality unlike you – you closet bisexual."
"Who said anything about a closet?" Luke scowled.
"Ohh!!" Cole jumped up and down grabbing onto Luke's shoulders. "You've finally decided to join me?!"
Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Luke threw off his taller friend and replied, "I may be 'out' now, having left my little dank room... but that does NOT mean that I want you to drape all over me." He paused, "Though you do look quite ravishing in those tight pants..."
"Of course I do." Cole smiled as he took Luke's hand, "Now you have to dance with me."
Luke twirled Cole towards him and walked into the club. "If I must."
Draco's jaw twitched. "I'm going to need a drink. Lots of drinks."
"But you're singing tonight right?" Harry spoke as he walked into the club, swinging his guitar case onto his back.
"What?!" Draco followed him with a shocked expression on his face. "I don't sing!"
"Nonsense, I've heard you in the shower. You're plenty good."
Draco didn't have time to protest any longer, for Harry had already made his way to the desk to sign them up. It seemed to be that there was a contest being held tonight, and every person who thought that they would attempt to sing was jammed into the small karaoke bar. Harry took Draco by the hand again and dragged him over to table near the back where Cole and Luke were already fighting over the peanuts and seating arrangements.
"What is WRONG with your friends Potter?" Draco muttered as they approached the two men, Cole currently sitting on Luke to try and move him from his seat.
"Well you see, Cole is an only child, and is used to getting what he wants. Currently – what he wants is you... so watch yourself. And Luke is umm... terribly angsty sometimes. He's not sure about his sexual orientation but still tends to tease poor Cole all the time anyway simply because of the reaction." Harry explained.
"Do I have to sit with them?"
"Yes, infact... you have to right now – because I'm up first. Try to sit as far away from Cole as you can if you don't want a 'dropping the soap' incident." Harry frowned. "But if he tries anything – tell me. I'll take care of it." He smiled as he grabbed Draco's hand, giving it a quick squeeze. "You're singing. You get free drinks."
"Excellent." Draco smiled in return as he took a seat next to Luke.
"Get off me Cole – sit in your own damn seat." Luke cursed, "Your ass is pointy. Don't make me push you."
"Oh hush." Cole stood and moved to sit on the other side of Draco, but his thin arm was caught in Luke's firm grip, pulling him to his side.
"Sit beside me?"
Cole smiled sweetly. "Sure."
Draco looked over at Luke and mouthed the words 'Thank-you', Luke smiled and nodded in return. As Cole was about to speak again, Draco interrupted him, "Look, Harry's on stage."
Harry glanced up and smiled at the audience, "As you all know, I like my guitar." A few girls whooped in the crowd, "So I'm going to perform a song tonight accompanied by... the guitar."
Draco rolled his eyes, raising his glass of alcohol to his lips. 'This is going to be lame...' until Harry opened his mouth and sang, hitting the first chord on his instrument.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now"
Harry glanced up from the teleprompter and at Draco. His voice carried beautifully through the small building.
"And all I could taste is this moment
And all I can breath is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am..."
Draco's breath caught in his throat as he listened to the lyrics of the song. Something in the meaning of the words struck Draco speechless, and he blocked everything else but the sound of Harry's clear voice from his mind.
"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
Draco forgot everything as Harry launched into a guitar rift that sent shivers down his spine. Letting his gaze wander over Harry's form as the other boy played, Draco found that he was suddenly staring into familiar green eyes. Harry smiled at him with heart stopping sweetness.
"And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am..."
The song ended and there was a collective stillness in the bar. Draco stood abruptly and began to applaud Harry's performance, soon followed by everyone else. Cole let out a huge whoop of joy, matched only by the shrill girls directly in front of Harry. Draco slowed his clapping as Harry descended the short staircase and made his way through the crowd of people pressing against him. To Draco's immense pleasure, shoving roughly passed the girls who were starting to throw themselves at the black haired man, walking straight to Draco himself.
"Did you like it?" Harry asked, as he reached for Draco's long forgotten drink.
"No." Draco said seriously, but his resolve soon melted as Harry's face fell. "I loved it. That was completely amazing, Harry. You're so incredible." Draco placed his porcelain hand on Harry's arm, lightly brushing his thumb against Harry's slightly moist skin. "Absolutely incredible."
Harry blushed as he took a sip of Draco's drink. "Thank-you..." ignoring the looks the two boys were receiving from Cole and Luke, he spoke. "Your turn next."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes! You must. You simply MUST Draco." Cole smiled as he lent on the table, staring happily at Draco.
"Oh God..." Draco groaned as he took the drink from Harry's hand, downing it all. "Get me another drink."
"You can't sing when you're drunk, Draco."
"There's no other way I'm going to be singing, so snap to it! Get me two more drinks."
Harry soon returned, holding two more glasses of vodka in his hands. "You only get one."
"Fine." Draco took the offered glass and downed it all. "I can't believe I'm about to sing on stage."
"Oh relax, you'll be fine. I'm sure you're fabulous!" Cole chirped as he eyed a man who had just walked by.
Luke punched Cole in the arm, producing a delightful squawk of protest. "Believe me Draco. Once you're up there, you'll forget that you have a bunch of morons gawking at you."
"If you're trying to calm me down, it isn't..." but Draco never got a chance to finish what he was saying, for a sweet voice sounded out over the crowd of people.
"I would like to welcome a newcomer to our midst. Put your hands together for Draco Malfoy!"
Swallowing, Draco gazed at Harry and whimpered in the back of his throat. Harry just smiled at him, kissed his cheek, and pushed him towards the stage. Draco stumbled in the direction of the microphone, cursing under his breath. He grabbed a woman's drink on his way and downed it all. She simply laughed and lightly patted his shoulder. Draco walked up the stairs and towards the announcer.
"Erm... I'm singing... oh God I'm singing..."
"It's alight sweetie, what's your song?"
"Let's Dance," he answered as the song came to his head. "by Edwin."
"Alright, just give me a moment to load it. Here... take the mic and get as comfortable as you can."
"I should have grabbed another drink..." Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling the stage lights warm his skin. 'I can do this... it's just like Quidditch... kind-of...' Draco shook his head and wiped his forehead. 'Just block them all out... pretend your trying to find the sni-'
"You're on in 2 minutes."
"Oh fuck..." the words appeared on the teleprompter a little too quickly it seemed. Draco opened his eyes just in time to notice a smiling Harry as he heard the music start.
"Does it feel like it should
Does it feel like it could
With the top down, head out your window
Don't let it be misunderstood
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea..."
His voice was shaking at first as he stared at the teleprompter, reading the lyrics. Draco closed his eyes slightly before looking up again, gaining a small burst of confidence when he heard Harry's voice over the crowd encouraging him.
"Who will be your man
Who will be there then
Cuz we all know shit happens
Let's dance
You can drive through the night
Till the roads outta sight
Put the top down, hang out the window
Under the shiny Northern Lights
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea..."
Harry sat in awe as Draco's now strong voice drifted to his ears, the sweet slow melody engulfing him. The next few phrases hit him like a ton of bricks, even though he technically heard it already. Maybe it was the fact that he was so proud because Draco had gotten up on stage that had made him forget to actually listen to the lyrics. But the meaning behind the words that came out of Draco's pale lips made Harry's heart shutter slightly.
"And who will be your man
And who will be there then
Cuz we all know shit happens
Let's dance
Let's dance
Sometimes it makes me wonder
We fall like the stars we're under
We've made such a wonderful life
When every color is black and white
Everybody is movin' on up
Mr. Mayfield never gave up
Everyone that Jesus saves is always someone
Lose their way
Yea yea yea..."
Harry took in what Draco was singing; registering that the blonds voice was so full of confidence and passion, that once again Harry seemed to have blocked out all of the excess noise around him. The song had ended and the crowd began to whoop and holler at the stage. Some girl even threw her bra on stage - it landed on the teleprompter. Draco laughed when he saw the bra – it was blue with little pink flowers all over it, and about a size 36D. He looked up to see a very pretty braless girl waving at him and smiling. Draco immediately left the stage.
Harry was waiting for him when he reached the table, and Draco was glad that Harry held out yet another glass of that wonderful alcohol called vodka. Even though he was done his set, Draco gratefully took the drink and downed it, aware that this was like the fourth drink that he shot glassed. He looked around the table, noticing that both Cole and Luke were nowhere to be seen.
Frowning as Harry steered him to a chair, Draco asked, "Where's.... those two.... Guys? What were their names again?"
Harry laughed, "Cole coerced Luke into singing." He said, "Luke was quite drunk when we went up there, I hope he'll be alright..."
"What about Cole? What if he's snoggered to?"
"Oh no!!" Harry laughed harder, "Cole doesn't drink. He's like that naturally."
Draco blinked at Harry before raising his eyes to the stage as he saw Cole sweeping his arms out and bowing to the crowd as Luke all but cowered in the back. "He's like that by CHOICE?!"
"Eh... yeah." Harry answered, "but he's a really good person. Actually he was the first person that I met when I moved here. Cole and Luke are basically the most wanted people in this neighborhood, due to the fact that almost all the girls want a raving gay friend. Doesn't hinder them at all that they're attractive to both sexes."
"What so does that mean you find them both attractive?" Draco said quietly as he picked at a sticker on the table.
"Well... not so much Cole as Luke. I mean don't get me wrong – Cole is really gorgeous... but Luke is something else."
Draco raised his eyebrows and slightly glared at Harry. "Really...? Plan on dating either one?"
"No... I've already done that."
"What?!"
Harry smiled as he looked at the stage. Luke was currently singing Cher's part in the song 'I've got you babe'. "Yeah... I met Cole first – and we ended up dating a little after I moved here. We were together for about 6 months. Then I was at the shopping store and met Luke... we broke up just a few months ago." He sighed and cleared his throat. "It was for the better considering he had fallen for Cole and I had-"
"Had what?"
"Had... I had someone else on my mind."
Draco sneered. "God.... Who was it this time?"
Harry crossed his arms on the table and looked up at the stage, his face was solemn as he watched Cole play with Luke's hair as he sang – making quite an ass of himself, but both of them were enjoying the touch. "Nevermind."
"You said that when you got the ring, and now your saying it." Draco smirked slightly, "Is that someone me?"
"We should leave." Harry stood up, taking his glass of scotch in hand, downing it all.
"I... what for?"
"If you want to stay then you can, but I'm leaving. I don't want to be here when Luke and Cole start to realize their feelings for eachother." He turned to leave but his arm was caught in Draco's hand.
"Damnit Potter. You're the most difficult person I know."
"Are you coming?" He turned slightly, still trying to walk forward. Draco turned his attention to the stage, the boys were done – and Cole was actively throwing air kisses with his hand at the audience. Luke was merely smiling as he hooked his hand around Cole's waist – leading him off stage towards their table. "Yeah... I'm coming."
They were able to slip out of the club without Cole or Luke noticing, and once inside Harry's car, Draco became unusually quiet for quite a while as he absent-mindedly stroked the leather on the door. Every now and then he would steal a look at Harry – who was paying attention to only the road infront of him. Draco ran a hand through his windswept hair as the pair arrived at Harry's garage. Harry waited for Draco to get out of the car before he spoke. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" Draco walked around the side of the car and stood infront of Harry, his arms hanging loosely at his side.
"You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yeah. Well I got all defensive on you again."
"Don't worry, I'm used to it." Draco turned to enter the house, leaving the door open for Harry to come in after him.
Harry watched Draco toe off his shoes and stood directly behind him. "But you shouldn't have to be used to it."
"Erm... well..." Draco turned crossing his arms. "It's nice sometimes because it tells me that you care..."
Harry glanced down and shook his head. "That shouldn't be what tells you that I care." He left the front entrance and made for the kitchen. Draco heard him open the cabinet and take out a glass – filling it up with scotch.
Draco walked towards the living room, flinging himself into the couch and reaching for the stereo remote. Switching it on, Draco listened to the radio announcer talk about a concert that was coming up as Harry entered the room and looked down at him before sitting next to him. Draco was about to shift over so Harry could have more room, seeing that Draco was draped in the center of the couch, but decided to just let his head fall against Harry's shoulder.
"You know, you were really good tonight Draco." Harry said softy, leaning forwards to set his drink on the accursed table, "I didn't know you could sing like that."
Draco closed his eyes and sighed, "Yeah well, I didn't know you could play the guitar so well. I guess that makes us even."
The radio DJ's voice faded away as a new song came on with a slow melody, Draco listened to the first few cords, a sudden idea coming to his head. Standing, he held out his hand to Harry and smiled sweetly, "Dance with me?"
Harry looked up at him, a look of doubt on his face, which was quickly replaced by a small smile. Grasping Draco's hand, he stood and pulled Draco to a space in the room that wasn't obscured by an evil coffee table.
Letting his hand trail up Harry's arm, and wrapping it around his neck Draco spoke quietly. "No one is watching... it's okay." He ran his other hand up Harry's other arm, linking his hands behind his neck.
"Yeah... but I never dance." Harry spoke quietly as he looked down, slowly letting his arms wrap around Draco's thin waist, holding him closer.
"Finally here once speak to me
I want to feel you, I need to hear you
You are the light that's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again
You are the strength that keeps me walking,"
Draco smiled as he looked in to Harry's eyes. He unclasped his hands and ran his hand through Harry's hair, and amazingly enough – it was quite soft despite it's appearance. Harry smiled looking down slightly, wanting to break the eye contact.
"You are the hope that keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything and how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by it
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this..."
As both Draco and Harry listened to the lyrics of the song, it struck something inside of them, touching them both. Draco sighed and closed his eyes, letting his head fall against Harry's shoulder while his arms wrapped tighter around the taller man's neck. Harry on the other hand let his eyes fall shut after watching Draco, and he leaned into Draco's slender frame, holding the slighter man closer to him.
"You calm the storms and you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fold
You still my heart when you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by it
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by it
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Cause you're all I want, you're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything..."
Draco lifted his head and felt Harry do the same. The two caught each other's eyes. Time seemed to slow down for both, and the song was only a distant melody. Draco moved his arms so that he could trace the line of Harry's jaw with his fingertips, letting his hands fall between them to rest on Harry's chest. Harry had at the same time ran his hands up Draco's back and to his arms, sending shivers up Draco's spine when he came to a stop just under Draco's chin. Harry's hands were soft to the touch, and Draco found his eyes halfway closing once more as Harry brushed his thumb over Draco's slightly parted lips. Breathing out slowly, Draco opened his eyes just as Harry smiled at him. Smiling shyly in return, Draco was about to say something, though he wasn't quite sure what, but the words caught in his throat as Harry closed the gap between them.
The kiss started out slow and tentative at first, with only a few soft pecks. Harry then smiled slightly as his hand traveled to the back of Draco's neck, pulling him closer still. Kissing him again he felt Draco's lips tremble slightly as he daringly let his tongue graze Draco's bottom lip. Draco felt his heart begin to slam against his chest as he opened his mouth. Harry's tongue glided effortlessly over his own, sending shivers down and up Draco's body. He felt his lips begin to tingle as he met the strokes of Harry's tongue with his own. The world became hazy again as Draco felt his way up Harry's toned chest and towards his neck. Holding him tightly, Draco pushed Harry 's tongue out of his own mouth, and pressed his tongue into Harry's. As he kissed Harry, he realized that this was his first kiss. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that Harry would be the first person he would kiss – nor did he envision that he would feel the way he did when it happened. It felt right... it felt perfect...
Kylia: Awww =)
Raei: We ARE the sex!
Harry: Wow... I mean, wow...(smiles stupidly as Draco drapes himself over him)
Draco: (purring loudly) Mmm... It was worth the wait.
Kylia: (clasps hands and makes 'dewy' eyes at Harry and Draco) As the goddess of foreplay, I do here by decree that Raei is awarded for this awesome kissing scene. I really couldn't have written it better than that.
Harry and Draco: (stop snogging for a moment) PROPS TO RAEI AND KYLIA!!
Kylia: (bows) thank you thank you!!
Raei: Yes... well... I tend to like being the one who controls whether or not you boys get laid. It gives me a certain power. (puts on her crown) I am the goddess of sex, and all things graphically sexual.
Draco: Indeed. But without Kylia it'd just be... sex. She sets the mood.
Raei: Indeed. Fade to black!
-FADE TO BLACK-
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PS: Songs are in order: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls, Let's Dance - Edwin, and Everything - Lifehouse.