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Warning: contains slash

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Chapter 5

"Loneliness and Drinks"

Harry and Hermione left that afternoon, and they had accomplished something believe it or not. They found out that Draco still has feelings for Harry...the problem is obviously that he is engaged. One thing that plagued Harry was that if Draco still had feelings for him...why had he gotten engaged? It didn't matter now. Harry didn't know where he was going to go next in his plans to get Draco and he didn't really want to think about it. Hermione had kicked Sam's ass at tennis, and he had to be put immediatly to bed with a wine cooler. At least they got that out of things as well. So now the thing was not to make Draco cheat on Sam, but to make him realize how much better Harry is than Sam.

As soon as Harry opened the door to his house, he couldn't get out of the way fast enough as Hermione rushed in to plop on the couch. See, she kicked Sam's ass, but the game had kicked her's. So now they were relaxing on Harry's couch drinking their various drinks.

"Well Harry." Hermione started "Have you picked one of the ocupations ron and I put together for you?"

"I think so." Harry replied, biting his lip. He was going to try and ask for a job he wanted to do since Hogwarts.

"Well what is it then?" she asked half tired, and half irritated.

"Hermione, could you ask Ron to get me a job as an auror?"

"Oh Harry!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I had no idea you still wanted to do that! You'll need some training up a bit of course, but I'm sure we can fit you in!"

"Yeah, thanks Herm. I think it would be a great way to take my mind off things you know?"

"Yes I do know. But forget that, I think I'll go home and ask Ron to make the necessary arrangments. You just stay here and rest. Ok?"

"Yeah Hermione I'll do that. Thanks."

"No problem Harry...you always know that if you need anything we'll always be there to help you." She said and smiled sweetly.

Harry went into his bedroom and leaned against the frame right beside his door, and waited.

POOF

Just like that he knew she had gone. He was alone again, alone enough to mull over what happened that afternoon.

Draco said he still had feelings for me. Should I bother getting my hopes up? Does it matter, because I'll try anyway. Harry thought to himself, and cradled his cheek in memory of Hermione's strong full-force slaps across the face.

What if I could make this work? It would be wonderful to be in love with Draco again, and not just on the sidelines, praying to be noticed. Anyway...he's engaged. I'm not...as a matter of fact...I'm young...single...hot...what if...

With that Harry got off his bed and went over to his closet. He flipped the switch on the walk-in closet, and made to look around. Harry had a lot of nice clothes. So he picked out a red skin-tight shirt and a pair of his tightest fitting jeans, black shoes, and a black belt and changed into them. Now for the daunting task of taming his hair. Harry made his way to the bathroom and looked into the mirror at it. He made a face as he pulled out a spray bottle full of water and a brush. He wet it down really really well, and then shook it out. He was going for the tousled run away look...and he didn't miss the target. Once he knew he was too his hottest, he went out the door with his keys and a black leather jacket.

'No more worrying about Draco, when all it seems is that he doesn't really think about me alot...his perfect boyfriend makes sure of that, no tonight, It's my turn to enjoy myself'. He thought as he entered a gay club just on the outskirts of the wizarding community. He made his way to an empty table and sat down. It was very hard to find an empty one, since Harry had chosen a very popular club.

"Hi." A guy said from behind Harry.

He put on his best smile and turned around. "Hey there! What's up?"

"Me after looking at you." the guy said. It was a cheesy joke, but somehow Harry found it adorable. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yeah sure." Harry said. He knew he wouldn't be recognized as this was a muggle club.

"You know, I haven't seen you around here, did you just move?" The nameless dude asked.

"No, I just have never come here before. Clubs aren't usually my thing...mr..." Harry stopped hoping for a hint.

"I'm Josh Lyol. Nice to meet you mr..." Josh said mocking Harry.

"Harry Pelkins" Harry lied. It wasn't necessary but it was a risk he wasn't willing to take.

"Well Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said, as he extended his hand, as well as Harry's drink.

Harry took a sip. "What is this?" he asked taking another.

"Sex on the beach" he laughed.

Harry looked stunned for a moment, but he had to assume that was the name of the drink and not what the gentlemen had in mind.

"Don't like it?"

"I LOVE IT!" Harry enthusiastically exclaimed.

"Good" The guy said and smiled "because by the end of the night you're going to be so sodding trashed, it isn't funny."

"Josh dear boy," Harry smiled "I'll take your word for it."

Hours later

"WOOOOOO" Harry cried out as he felt his cell vibrate in his pocket.

"Huallo?" he slurred

"Harry?" Draco's concerned voice asked on the other end of the line.

"Yea?"

"Where are you? I hear loud music on the other end of the line." Draco asked, still concerned.

"Clubning, Dwaco. Imat a mwuggle cwubb" Harry replied, slurring.

"Which one?" Draco asked. "I'm coming,"

"HEY EVEWY WON MY FWIEND IS CALMING TO STHE CWLUB!"

"Which one!" He asked more impatient.

"It's cawed Modeshine" Harry replied, and then hung up.

When Draco arrived, Harry was on a tabletop with no shirt, and he was giving a show to anyone who would watch.

"Alright fellas, break it up." Draco yelled, as he parted through the crowd.

"DWACO!" Harry called out, and almost fell off the table, and Draco ran up and caught him.

"Hello beautiful. Let's get you home Harry." Draco said as he dragged him off the table, and grabbed his shirt and jacket.

"Hey, dude, that's my date." Josh said. "You can't leave with him."

Draco's eyes flashed, in hurt, but it was a flash that only Harry could have detected.

"You mean...--"

"Yeah, that's right, now get you're hands off him." Josh replied. "He doesn't want to be with you."

The words sank in, but Draco couldn't let it affect him. "Fuck you." he said in reply, and walked out, WITH Harry.

Once they were outside Draco took Harry into an alley partway where light was shining in, and he started the attempt of putting Harry's shirt back on.

"Dwaco." Harry said as he slumped against Draco's arms, his head coming to rest on his chest.

"Yeah Harry" Draco responded, in between the struggles of lifting Harry's arms up.

"Why aww you heal" He asked.

"Because I care." He said, and wiped some drink off of Harry's face. "And because I was worried when Hermione said she didn't know where you were."

"Not uh!" Harry said as he strained in lifting his head off Draco's chest. "If ya cared you'd have not be engaged."

"Harry, you're drunk, you don't know what you're saying." Draco rationalized.

"NO!" Harry yelled as he half-pushed Draco back. "I--I--I" He struggled as he wiped his mouth clean. "I know hat i'll doing and saying."

"Harry--"

"Dwaco, just stop." Harry said, slumping down the wall in a crouched position.

"When will it be my tuwn? When will it be my turn to love? and be loved in returwn? WHEN?"

"Harry...I..don't know what to say..." Draco said as he leaned down to comfort him.

"Just, take me home." Harry replied, coldly.

"Ok."

When they arrived at Harry's house, Draco put Harry down in his bed and covered him up after taking off his shoes, socks, and dressing him in pajamas.

"try and get some sleep ok?"

"Alwight."

"G'night Harry."

"wight dwaco."

Draco got up and turned out the lights and then left the house after locking it up. He went to his car, and got as far as to open the door, before he broke down and cried, right there in his lost-love's driveway.

A/N: what'd you think? it took me a while to write, and I know it could be classified as filler, but I'm so dang tired right now. I went clubbing last night, so I'm dead tired. Unheard voices chapter will be out tomorrow. So, till then guys. Thanks.

-Dark.

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