Title: Snakeskin Boots and Platform Shoes
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG13… for now
Summary: Erm… well… this is Post-Hogwarts and Harry and Draco are living extremely different lives than they were living in Hogwarts. Well… you'll have to read to find out the rest!
Warnings: SLASH! Well duh, since this is a slash yahoo group...
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize does NOT belong to me! I am most definitely
not making any money off of this! Everything (besides the plot) belong to the goddess JKRowling!
Chapter 2: The Show
Monday, January 1st, 2006
6:01pm
Finally, thought Harry, as his shift had just ended. He hated Mondays for many reasons but the biggest and most pronounced reason was that his shift was an entire eight hours. Malfoy had left around 3 and Jacob and had left about 4. Immediately after Malfoy had walked out of the door, Jacob's interrogation began.
"You guys KNOW each other? And you haven't been bonking each other like crazy? Or did you?" Jacob's eyes glazed over. "Or did you and then you broke his heart when you started dating Muggle! By the way, you never told me about Muggle, who is he?"
"Arghhh!" Harry promptly slapped his forehead. How in the world was he going to talk his way out of this one? Jacob cringed as he saw the effect his questioning was having on Harry and decided to let it drop.
"Never mind man. We'll uh… let's talk about it tonight. Just like we planned, alright?" at Jacob's nod he said, "get back to work."
Harry was relieved when his friend was able to get off because he would no longer have to put up with the perplexed looks Jacob kept sending his way. Yeah, Harry was guilty for the relief but at least now he had time to concoct a believable story behind Harry and the muggles reference. Harry laughed to himself. Poor muggle-Jacob and his thinking that Muggle was a guy that Harry had previously dated.
It was at least somewhat true though. Harry had dated many muggle men, but never in his right mind would he have even thought about slightly touching Malfoy's beautifully silky skin. What? His skin is beautifully silky and all those piercings just add to the appeal. Harry was fighting an internal battle against his hormones and whatever part of his body decides what he's attracted to.
Hopefully he and Draco could reach some sort of truce and learn to work together while still making the atmosphere friendly. Somehow, he highly doubted it.
All of these differing thoughts had occupied his mind up until he reached his Cobra in the parking lot. As soon as the retired Gryffindor was in the genuine leather seats of his beloved, the imprisoning thoughts dissipated. Shelby always had that effect on him. Just like his old flying days used to. Come to think of it, Harry hadn't been flying for… years. He gave up a lot of things magical after defeating the Dark Lord and seeking solace in the muggle world.
Once again, Harry was cruising down the highway at illegal speeds and didn't care one bit. He did start to care as he turned onto the street where his flat was located and decided that he wouldn't drive home, as fast because that only meant that he would get home sooner. He has promised himself this very same thing ever since driving the beauty home from the shop.
The dark clothing clad 25-year-old had to be at the club in exactly 54 minutes. Usually Harry got ready for his show while inside his flat but he decided he needed the extra time with his love and therefore decided that he would prepare for the act backstage.
He wasn't sure where he was going but just being in his car meant the world to him. He drove for a good twenty minutes before he determined that he should get to the club or risk being late… again.
Walking into the club, Harry spotted quite a few regulars and an astounding amount of newcomers. Oh that's right! Tonight was when the newcomer had to prove his worth. When there was a new personality, the club was hopping with people to try and intimidate the amateur. This should be fun. Today's just full of new people. Harry really tried to ignore the sarcasm that dripped from the voice inside his head.
He walked straight to the back and instantly began to get ready. He threw on the widely known Cher wig and applied his makeup as he had for the weeks that this was his show. Harry couldn't believe that so many people enjoyed his Cher impersonation; it began as just a simple show, a mere premature performance that served as his audition. Ever since then he became a star and was known throughout the city… well not Harry himself because he truly transformed himself while on stage. This proved to be excellent for Harry because he didn't like a lot of attention on 'Harry Potter' and behind that lays the truth about his seeking asylum in the muggle world. But that's for another time and definitely a different place.
The Cher impersonator was quickly going over his song and choreography in his head while putting on his classic costume when he heard the same annoying voice that had been grating on his nerves all day long.
"Where the fuck is my wig! How am I supposed to make a big first impression to the audience without my fucking wig?" Harry couldn't believe what he had just heard. FUCK! What the fuck is he fucking doing here? This is my fucking show and he does not deserve to fucking be here. The Cher look-a-like was again tried to ignore the voice in his head. Sure he cursed a lot but never so much in the same sentence. I guess Malfoy just brings it out in me. Joy.
Just as Harry was about to uncover his identity to the blonde and tell said blonde to fuck off, he was called to the stage. His show was starting.
The raven-haired boy… well girl, walked onto stage as the familiar sounds of the famous Cher song "Dark Lady" began to sound.
Harry loved being on stage while dressed in drag. Everybody loves a little fame in their life but Harry had gotten his quota filled and then some being the Boy-Who-Lived. Here, as Cher or any other diva, he could be famous while not being himself. That's why Harry's show was the best. He really lived it. Sort of.
The crowd was going wild and 'Cher' danced across the stage while one Draco Malfoy was going wild behind the stage. He had heard about the club's biggest hit and had yet to see the show. He was not let down. Whoever was prancing around on stage while imitating Cher had a perfectly formed arse that just flowed while on stage. Draco could not take his eyes off the impersonator. He didn't know who the man was behind the mask (literally) but dear god how he wanted to. Only after just a few minutes of seeing the man's body, Draco yearned to see the body without the highly sexual straps of clothing 'Cher' was wearing. He could tell that the show was coming to an end as the song was coming to an end and decided he better excuse himself to the bathroom before he makes his big appearance. After all, wouldn't want Marilyn Monroe to walk on stage with an enormous erection now would you?
After Harry took a gracious bow and after the crowd's applause finally died down after a good five or six minutes, Harry walked off stage and set off to find the man he had once forgotten.
He searched for a while but couldn't find the man anywhere. Maybe my mind had been playing tricks on me… maybe I was just…fuck, who knows. - No, it had been him. I know it. Right at that moment the announcer announced the next act.
"And welcoming our newest member and our newest act – Marilyn Monroe singing 'Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend'! Give it up!"
Intrigued as to the newcomer, Harry made his way up behind the curtain to see what the new guy was all about. The entire stage had been done up in sparkles and glitter and a variety of other sparkly things. Harry had forgotten that your first show always had the best backdrop. Turning his attention towards the performer instead of the distracting stage, Harry recognized 'Marilyn.' Well duh Harry… Needless to say, Harry was feeling quite dumb that he had not put two and two together. Harry sees Draco backstage looking for wig. Draco had never been there before. That night they were getting a newbie. Duh.
Recovering from his dumb moment, the wizard once again turned his attention towards Draco "Marilyn" Malfoy "Monroe." Harry couldn't believe his eyes nor his ears and a certain other body part that was making its presence known while watching Draco waltz around the stage. He was not the only one affected this way, from the small amount of crowd that Harry could see from his position, Harry could see that most of the crowd were just as riled up. What the fuck is going on now?
Draco's song was coming to an end and Harry was about ready to die. Not only had he been caught by surprise at how magnificent Draco was at his Marilyn impersonation but he also could not believe that the man had turned him on. Joy. He quickly left the back stage in search of a bathroom – he didn't want to show up to Jacob's table looking like he needed a good shag. No, that wouldn't be too good.
After relieving himself, Harry went to search for Jacob out in the crowd. He hadn't been that hard to find since Jacob had seen him first and had then started flapping his arms madly above him, signaling Harry as to where he was.
"So man, that new act was preeetty amazing, huh?" Jacob looked at Harry knowingly.
"Yeah I guess so." Jacob continued to give Harry that look which prompted, "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"I know who the man is behind the wo-man that called himself 'Marilyn.'"
"Oh you do, do you? Well so do I…"
"…What?"
"Yeah I saw him back stage right before my show – how was I by the way – and he was yelling around looking for his wig."
"You were as great as ever! You know I always enjoy watching you." Jacob blushed a light pink and looked down. Harry always found this adorable – but he would never start anything with Jacob.
"Thanks man!"
Fully recovered Jacob began to ask, "so what's the deal with him and you anyway? Oh! And what about Muggle, eh?"
"Arrgh, I'd hoped that you had forgotten!"
"Now when have I ever simply forgotten?"
"…Good point. So what do you want to know?"
"I just asked you, you twit! Now get on with it!"
"Alright, well you remember how I told you I went to that highly prestigious school in England?"
Jacob would never forget this. How he loved Harry's accent. It served as a reminder to where Harry had come from.
"Yeah."
"Well, he went there as well. And well… we hated each other."
"You hated each other?"
"Yeah."
"Harry… you're not the kind of person to hate. I don't believe you!"
"No, usually I'm a lover not a hater but in this case it was different. I'm a good judge of character and when I first met him, I knew he was trouble. After I turned down his friendship, he started to criticize my best friends and I constantly. He loved it when bad things happened and actually laughed when they did. That lasted the entire seven years that I went to that school. I haven't seen him since the last day."
"So… then who's Muggle? Where does he fit in?"
"Erm… well… it's what… what we used to call Americans! Yeah… we were truly pathetic. He always talked about hating muggles and wanting to kill them all, so when he showed up at work this morning, I was just surprised to see him. That's all."
"Oh… that was a lousy story Harry." Harry had decided that telling Jacob the truth, or at least as much as he could, was the best way out. Right after Harry gave Jacob a small shrug, he saw the recognizable head of blonde hair walk through the front door. Acting on instinct Harry followed him out.
A/N : Hehehe, sooo, how'd you like? I'm not quite sure it fit the teasers exactly, but it works yeah? I have plans for the upcoming chapters but I want to know - should I continue? Yay or nay? I must say, even if you don't like this fic, I am having fun writing it. I hope you're having fun reading it. If you are, take a mere 2 minutes out of your busy and hectic life to send a little reply my way. Anything's welcome – feedback and suggestions or little things you caught that should be fixed or just a simple "Please continue" would be fine. Anything.