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Title: Snakeskin Boots and Platform Shoes

Pairing: H/D

Rating: R (M)… changed for language

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! And well… cross dressing…

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!

A/N: I'm not sure my darn hyperlinks are working…  So here are the links to the various hyperlinks

Harry's '65 Shelby Cobra : http/ Snakeskin Boots : http/img. Platform Shoes : http/ Cher Wig : http/ crowd was going wild and 'Cher' danced across the stage' : http/groups. 3:

Monday, January 1st, 2006

8:24pm

Jacob couldn't understand what was going on when Harry just up and left without so much as a goodbye. He wasn't stupid, he could tell that when Harry had walked up to him, he had been a bit flushed, a certain kind of flush that could only mean one thing. Maybe he had to cool down.

Meanwhile, Harry had just gotten through the doors and was avidly looking for the hard to miss platinum hair. It shouldn't have been that hard, but apparently, Malfoy had been walking at a rapid pace. Harry started off to one side of the club and when he couldn't see Draco anywhere over in that vicinity, he took off to check the other area. Just as Harry was about to give up hope, he caught a short glance of blonde hair passing into an alleyway just a little ways away. Acting on pure impulse, Harry took off running towards the same alleyway that Draco had gone through.

When he reached said alleyway, he almost thought that he has made a mistake until he heard a voice, "What do you want Potter?"

Harry scoffed at the light question. "Ha! What do I want? What do I want? The question here is actually what the fuck do you want? You think you can just prance your way right into my life?"

"First of all, Potter," Malfoy spat Harry's name with dislike, "I do not prance. And second, I didn't come into your life."

"Riiight. Then how do you explain showing up at both of my work places, huh? I can understand Hot Topic, but the club? What the fuck?"

"Oh ho ho… Harry, you always were one for the hysterics." Draco didn't miss the way Harry responded to the use of his first name.

He did not just call me Harry. "Don't," Harry sneered, "call me Harry."

The trademark Malfoy smirk found its home on Draco's face as he continued to taunt Harry. "Aww, does poor fickle Harry not like the use of his name?"

Harry could not believe that he was letting Malfoy tease him like this. "Not by the likes of you. Now let me repeat my question. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Harry felt pride swell up into his body as his enemy's smirk faltered.

The blonde quickly recovered. "Ashamed are you? Ashamed that the once great Harry fucking Potter, he who saved us all, is working at Hot Topic and a fucking drag club to earn a living. And you don't want anyone to know. In fact… I'm willing to bet that the Weasel and Granger don't even know."

Looking down as his anger continued to build rapidly, Harry replied eerily calm, "You don't know what you're talking about and I'd suggest you leave now before I do something that will leave you in so much pain…" Harry shuddered and looked back up at Draco. "Leave… now." Despite Draco's strange urge to find out what was really going on in Harry's head, Harry's voice left no room to argue or to not obey. So he left.

He left before he could see a silent tear drip down Harry's cheek. Apparently, something Draco said effected Harry pretty badly.

A/N: Alright alright alright. I know, I'm a horrible person. You wait for what seems like forever and when you think "Yay! Update" you get disappointed when it's only 530 words. I'm sorry. For some reason this chapter has just taken me FOREVER to write. I really have no idea why, it should have been simple but grrr, I couldn't get it. I'm not even sure I like the 530 words I managed to get out. However, luckily, I know exactly how I want the next couple of chapters to go and since my muses have decided to be nice as of, well, now, I should have the next ready to go for ya'll shortly. Umm, yeah, so it's a known fact that the more reviews I get the quicker I'm able to write, so, show me how bad you want the next chappie!