CHAPTER 5

"What are we doing tonight Draco?" asked Harry who just finished reading Mitch Albom's Tuesday with Morrie.

"Well I was thinking of mixing up our routine a bit today." replied Draco coolly. He had to play it casual if he wanted Harry to go along with this.

"Like what?"

"Well, I thought we could go clubbing today." replied Draco who hadn't even lifted his eyes from the book he currently had his nose buried in.

"Clubbing? But I don't even have clothes to wear. I've been wearing your clothes for the past few days."

"I have clubbing clothes too you know."

"But I think it's a bit too soon."

"Soon? You've been here with me for a week now."

"Yeah, after a relationship that lasted four years."

"Alright, well you can stay here if you'd like. I'm going clubbing."

"But, I don't want to stay here alone."

"The invitation for company is still open to you."

Harry thought about this, he had to admit that Draco took his mind off of a lot of the negative feelings he developed for Blaise. He would still be a mess if it hadn't been for Draco always thinking up new ideas for activities to do during the day.

"Alright." agreed Harry as Draco all but jumped off the couch in excitement.

"Good, I've got something I think you would look fantastic in."

A few hours later both Harry and Draco entered the club a few blocks from Draco's house and made the grandest entrance since the Yule Ball.

Draco wore a nice tight black t-shirt with dark green pants that rivalled the tightness of his shirt. Harry on the other hand wore a red button down dress shirt with black pants that had been way to tight for him.

Immediately when the two walked in, it felt as if everyone stopped to look at the two of them. This couldn't be the case of course because what could be the likelihood of everyone staring at the two as they made an impressive entrance anyway? But it certainly felt that way. Quickly some who recognized Draco immediately clung to them in hopes of going home with either one of the two.

"So Draco, who is this?" asked a tall blonde man with a gorgeous smile and an even more gorgeous body currently looking on with great approval to the newest member to the night club.

"This is Harry Potter and you may not touch him." replied Draco smoothly and Harry could feel himself about to throw a fit from Draco telling people his name but he stopped protesting as he realized that no one threw themselves on him.

"Well Harry, I'm Blake and I would love to show you around the dance floor."

Harry smiled and gave one last unsure look at Draco before being dragged off to the dance floor.

Draco took a breath and wondered how his life had taken such a turn in the past week. Could he deal with Harry Potter staying at his house?

Of course, as if he thought of anyone else for the past years.

"Hey Draco, who's the hot one?" asked one of Draco's friend's.

"He's Harry Potter. An old school mate of mine."

"And?"

"And what?"

"There's more. I see it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, he's wearing your clothes isn't he?"

"Yes but that's because-"

"Draco, don't give me excuses."

"But it's true, he just got out of a bad relationship and-"

"Draco, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm saying that you never let anyone even wash your clothes because they might wash them wrong but you let him put on your clothes like they belong to him. There is something more there than friendship between you two and I know it."

"Look Marco, he is just a friend."

"Then why is it that you haven't even looked at another man since your grand arrival?"

"Well that's because we just arrived."

"That's not the Draco you are famous around here for and you know it. I've known you ever since you started coming to this club three years ago. You have a thing for him. It's a childhood thing isn't it?"

"And what if it is?"

"Well then, I'd say you were out of luck seeing as how he's over there dancing really close with another man."

"Look Marco, you've had a thing for me for years and I know it. I never slept with you because our friendship is going to get all messed up."

"How are you so sure?"

"Marco, look at all the guys you bring home. Have you forgotten Tim so soon?"

"Tim was different."

"No he wasn't. You left him right after you had your fill with him and you two had been great friends."

"That's because I met you."

"And what happens when you meet another me? You'll drop me too? Look, we're friends and nothing more. Just like me and Blaise."

"Ah, the guy you brought in here who refused to bring anyone home with him because he had someone back home waiting for him?"

"Yeah him, he's a friend to me. And he's someone who is also gay and who is my friend just the same. I have never had any desire to sleep with him."

"Maybe he just isn't as good looking as I am."

"Marco, look, I said no and for the last time stop asking me."

"Well Draco, if I can't have you, no one else can either."

Draco looked alarmed at the other man and was frozen in place as he watched Marco walk up to Harry and stick his tongue down the man's throat. The problem had been that Harry didn't protest. Immediately following, the two walked up to Draco and Harry smiled at the blonde, "Draco, this is-this is-"

Harry turned to look at the man draping over his shoulder waiting for a name.

"Marco, name's Marco, nice to meet you Draco." said Marco with a wink and started to lick Harry's neck in many places.

"Come on Harry it's time to go home." said Draco bitterly.

"But Draco, we just got here."

"We have things to do tomorrow, let's go."

"Can he come?"

"No," said Draco firmly, "Let's go."

Harry glared at Draco as the man just ruined his fun. Draco just couldn't see Harry happy even for a little while could he?

The next day Draco glared at Harry as the man walked down the stairs half naked. Harry only bothered taking off his clothes rather than put on some pyjamas the night before.

"Good morning Draco."

Draco glared and didn't reply which Harry thought to be quite peculiar seeing as how he did not recall doing anything deserving of such treatment.

"What did I do? What's going on?"

"YOU, were flirting with Marco."

"Yes I was." stated Harry who looked even more confused.

"And you're not allowed to."

"Why not?"

"Because he only wants to sleep with you to get back at me."

"Draco, you are far too full of yourself. Marco is really nice, you just have too much of an ego and he didn't even know you. This is just like you, the moment someone shows any interest in me, you think they do it because of you."

"But it's true."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because before he came to dance with you he was talking to me and he said he was going to use you to get back at me. We have known each other for three years now. And he's always been pining for me."

"Then why not be with him?"

"Because he's a friend of mine and I don't want to ruin that."

"Draco, you told me how you sleep with people all the time, why is he any different? Do you love him or something?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"Let me put it this way, would you sleep with Ron?"

"What? What kind of question is that?"

"Would you or wouldn't you?"

"No, of course not, he's my friend."

"Then there you go. Marco is a friend to me and no matter what gender he is or what gender I like to bring back with me from the club, he is still a friend and that is all I can ever see him as."

If Harry held any more suspicion for Blaise and Draco being anything more than friends, this moment confirmed that there could be no possible way the two of them would ever be anything either than childhood friends.

With that feeling of reassurance, Harry felt more confident about himself now. He had been feeling so unattractive since the break-up with Blaise which caused him to not want to bother finding anyone for he thought other's would never want him if Blaise, someone who claimed loved Harry so much, would cheat on him.

The next day the two went to the club again, though if anyone asked Draco why, there would be no way he would be able to answer that question. This night had been different though, Harry's confidences were up since the night before and the fact that people at the club were actually trying to win Harry over did not stir that confidence at all.

"Draco, come dance."

"No, I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm doing it and if I broke up with Blaise and a week ago, you can dance with me."

Draco thought about it, he really did make Harry start clubbing with him anyway and reluctantly allowed Harry to pull him to the dance floor. The contact Harry made could not be said to be insufferable either.

When it started getting late in the evening, Harry brought over a man who he had been dancing with for a full fifteen minutes now.

"Let's go Draco."

Draco looked at the man with blonde hair that almost matched his own, "with him?"

"Yes, you've got someone with you, why can't I bring someone too?"

Draco looked at where Harry was focusing his attention on and decided it probably would be in his best interest to bring the man home. It would not do well to have Harry think that he could get all the guys and Draco himself could not even get one. So Draco let the man who currently draped himself around his shoulders to follow him and Harry home, all the time not noticing how much of a resemblance the man Harry was bringing had to himself.

When the two pairs had reached Draco's home Harry brought the man he had with him to his own guest room as Draco brought over some drinks for his own guest.

"So, you fancy him." stated the man currently sitting on his couch.

"What?"

"The one who lives with you, the one with the glasses and the peculiar scar."

"Oh, he's a friend."

"Naw, I can tell this type of thing. You fancy his pants off but you know what? I think he likes you too. He just doesn't know it yet."

"That's rubbish."

"Naw, a lot of people are like that. They just haven't come to realize what the heart wants yet. But someday they will."

"He doesn't want me, he just got out of a bad relationship that lasted for four years, that's quite a commitment."

"Yes, but I bet this man he had the commitment with is somehow connected to you."

Draco didn't say anything as he did not intend on denying the fact that Blaise is his best friend so the silence between them stretched.

"How would you know this anyway?"

"I'm the queen of queens, I am able to tell these things like I can tell the difference between black and white. So, what's your name?"

"Draco, you?"

"Craig, so Draco will we be getting something done or will we be sitting here talking all night?"

"Well," stalled Draco but he heard a giggle from above the stairs and it clearly belonged to Harry so he decided, "something will get done, I just thought we might have some drinks first."

Draco and Craig sat and drank most their night away until Craig insisted that they continue their conversation on a bed and possibly with little or no amount of talking.

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