Club Onyx

Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter characters and related insignia are property of JKRowling

Summary: When war is over Harry decides that he wants to disappear and he does. What happens when a familiar face shows up at the nightclub where he works? Will he return to the life that he hated for love. Slash. HPDM

Chapter 3

Twenty two year old, Draco Malfoy walked through the crowded streets of Hogsmead, trying desperately to get to the apothecary before it started to snow again. He now remembered exactly why he had been hesitant to leave the safety of the school. It was exactly one week until Christmas and the village was a popular hot spot for shopping. He was sent up to the village to purchase numerous ingredients to replenish the school stores, or at least that was the excuse Severus had given him. In all honesty Draco knew why he had been sent on this silly errand, Severus had a meeting with McGonagall about some rumors about the supposed stirrings of a new Dark Lord. The rumors were starting to become more than whispers of the paranoid, after all there were quite a few of his old classmates who had gone missing, a surprisingly large number, not to mention the mysterious unprovoked attack and slaughter of one of the vampire covens in south Wales, the numerous unidentifiable bodies that had been found, and the ministry mysterious lack of interest in it all. As much as he hated to admit it another war was indeed on the horizon.

Draco stepped in to the dark and dusty little shop that he had become a frequent visitor to over the past few years, and out of the crowded and clod streets

"Mr. Malfoy. I wasn't expecting you back so soon. You were here just last week." the owner of the shop was a kind little old witch named, Mathilda Prim. She was in no way in her right mind mast of the time, because of the lack of human contact. She had inherited the old shop when he husband was killed during the battle of Hogwarts. The only reason the shop was able to stay afloat was Severus' insistence that it was the best place for Hogwarts to do business with.

Draco smiled at her and handed her his list, "I know, but you know Severus. He goes through potions ingredients faster than any one else I know."

"Severus Snape is a fine young man. Did you know I used to baby sit him for his mother on occasion. He was such a sweet a curious little darling…"

Draco had learned upon his first visit to the shop that Mrs. Prim could talk your ear off if you let her. So he just smiled and nodded as she put together his order, being sure not to encourage her in any way.

"He was such a doll, when he was in school he used down to visit me. I wish he would come by more often now a days though," she said as she handed the Malfoy heir the bag of raw ingredients, "not that I don't enjoy seeing you dear. "

He smiled at the little woman as he paid her the amount do, "I should hope that you like me, because I always look forward to coming to see you."

Mrs. Prim smiled and became very bashful.

"I wish I could stay longer, but you've seen the crowds, and I really must get back to the castle."

Draco walked out of the store and ran through the crowded streets. The snow had started up again and, to the delight of everyone around, the night was setting fast. "Bloody hell it's only four-fucking-thirty."

Ten minutes later Draco found himself leaning against the wall of the entrance hall of the castle trying to catch his breath. He had been an apprentice here for almost four years now, and in those four years he had not once had the time to go out for a single bit of exercise. He just didn't have the time for it. Hell, he barely had time to eat most days. Severus kept his so busy he was amazed that ever found time to sleep. Oh well, it was what he wanted. He knew what he was getting himself into when he signed the Potions Apprenticeship contracts. Hell, it took eight fucking years to complete the god damn program. It had better have been what he wanted.

Draco took a deep breath and started his teak down to the dungeons. He hoped to the gods that Severus was still in his meeting, if he was then the blonde might actually get the chance to visit with the other Hogwarts apprentice. Blaise Zabini was here studying for his masters in Defense Against the Dark Arts under the ever watchful eye of Jack Muldrew, the record holding DADA Professor; he had held the post for five consecutive years know. He acquired the post during Draco's sixth yeas and held it ever since. Draco sorely envied Blaise and the freedom he had. The goddamn guy got to have weekend free. Merlin knows what he did with the time. He sure as hell wasn't studying. Draco had once found him drunkenly wandering the dungeons trying to find his way to the north tower. He had been considerably disheveled and it was obvious that the boy had had… relations with someone. A decidedly male someone, by the way he was walking. Merlin, when Draco had to work with the little minx the next day, he about had a heart attack when he saw the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat every two minutes or so. Draco knew that his father would be spinning in his grave if he knew that his perfect son had been having dreams about being in the same position that his friend was in on what seemed to be a regular basis. What he wouldn't give to be able to go out meet some guy, go home with said guy, and then have hot passionate sex with him with no strings attached. For once he wanted to have to explain to Severus why he couldn't make that day's potion because he was too hung-over. He so wanted to be Blaise Zabini it wasn't even beginning to be funny. It was maddening; Blaise even had the nerve to ask him, the man with no fucking time to eat, to go with him to some club tonight. If he had the time god knows he would jump at the opportunity.

When Draco spoke to the portrait that guarded his and Severus quarters he was surprised to find that his wish had come true. Severus had returned only to leave ten minutes later wearing a heavy cloak and carrying his old Death Eater robes. That could only mean that McGonagall had sent him on a mission. Draco walked in to the flat that had become his home and put the bag of ingredients on the kitchen counter. Looking around he spotted a peace of parchment sitting on the dining table that had Severus' hand writing on it.

D,

I'm sorry for not seeing you before I left. I'll be back in two days. Fill Poppy's orders for next semester and stock the student supplies. Be sure to lock up the classroom when you're finished we don't need another incident like last week.

SS

Draco smiled, "Gone for two days?"

He quickly ran to the fire place and lit a sufficient enough fire for a call. He threw in the green powder and yelled hurriedly at the green and purple sparks, "Muldrew Suite, Hogwarts."

It was the professor who answered, "Why hello Draco what can I do for you?"

"Has Blaise left for the night yet?"

The professor laughed, "No, you almost missed him though, Let me get him for you. "

There was a shuffle of feet and then silence, after about two minuets until Blaise finally came to the fire, "Sorry about that, I was changing. What can do you for?"

"You still going to that club in London tonight?"

With a quirk in his smile Blaise nodded.

"What do I need to wear and how much cash do I need to bring?"

"NO FUCKING WAY? Snape's letting you out? How did you manage it?"

"I'll tell you later. Just floo down here and we'll go."

"Wait, I don't think you'll have the appropriate clothes jest leave the floo open and I'll be though in a few minuets."

Blaise ran off and left Draco to think for a minute, 'what does he mean appropriate clothes? I have very nice clothes. What ever, he had just better not make me wear anything stupid.'

Blaise walked through the Fire and threw a stack of clothes at the blonde apprentice. "Put those on and be quick about it."

He walked in to his room and started to change. He pulled on the button down green top without much protest. "Why the hell are the sleeves short? It's freezing outside.'

When he looked at the pants though, he realized exactly why Blaise said he didn't have anything appropriate. The mudbloods called these kinds of pants jeans. It was a purely muggle fashion and Draco had never even thought about wearing a pair, sighing he fought with himself. Was it worth it? Was having a night on the town really worth lowering himself so low as to be seen in a mudblood bar?

"Draco, stop that! They're supposed to fit like that." The black haired wizard yelled at his friend as they left the apparition area and headed toward the Leaky Cauldron.

Draco had no clue what he been thinking when put on the 'jeans'. They were fitted. FITTED! Blaise had been constantly reassuring his friend that he looked absolutely fine and that he needed to stop his worrying.

"Where is this place we are going? And what is it like? Are there lots guys' there? Do you really think I look alright?"

"For the hundredth time, you look fantastic, Drake, and yes, I am positive that there will be lots of men there who are willing to sleep with you. What do you take me for? A straight guy? I'm sure that this place is going to live up to your high standards. It is only the most successful club in the local area. Oh and just so you know there are going to quite a few employees for you ogle at. They have a constant show running on the second floor and there is a dance club on the first. And just so you know it isn't too far from the Leaky Cauldron in muggle London."

Draco stopped dead in his tracks, "what do you mean muggle London?"

Blaise glared at the Blonde, "Where do you think I can go and avoid the papers, they are always looking for the next great scandal and a Hogwarts Apprentice is a perfect target for a quick buck. They don't follow anybody in to muggle territory. It's too hard for them to hide with all of the magical equipment that they carry around with them, so just shut up, QUIT fiddling with your jeans and chill out. I promise you, I will not let any one you know find out where we are going tonight. Hell, it's the first time I've been to this place. So please don't make me regret bringing you. I've been wanting to go ever since Alex told me about it."

Draco gave in. He was going to have a good time tonight no matter what, even if it meant he had to consort with Muggles. "Whose Alex?"

Club Onyx, was amazing, and Draco was suddenly very thankful to his annoying friend. They had been there for about forty five minutes and in that short period of time he had danced with no less the five very good looking guys, and even found himself asking a very cute redhead if he wanted to go at it in the dance floor.

Draco danced with his small partner and he found himself to be completely infatuated with the redhead. They danced, the touched, and most importantly, they kissed. The blonde's hands roamed freely, the redheads lips fixed themselves to his partner's neck and both sets hips moved in unison in time to the music. Draco, however lost in pleasure he was, found himself in dire need of calm that the dance floor and the devilish creature in his arms could not provide. After about fifteen minutes of mentally fighting with himself Draco's felt his lack of physical conditioning catching up with him.

"Tommy," Draco practically yelled in the small redhead's ear, "I need a drink and I need to sit down want to come?"

Tommy looked at his watch and smiled up at him, "Sure thing, I have a friend who is supposed to be performing in about fifteen minutes upstairs we and sit and have a drink."

Draco smiled, and followed his small friend up stairs, 'I can in no way allow myself to forget to thank Blaise.'

Harry stood backstage and checked his reflection one last time; the Christmas show was really strong this year and tonight was the night. Jasper Norrington, possibly one of the most successful producers of musical shows in all of Great Britain, was in the audience tonight. Andrew, his boss, had heard about a new show that featured a very effeminate man who pretends to be a woman for some reason or another, and immediately though of his boys as he like to call his employee's. He pulled a few strings and got Jasper to come and listen to all of them tonight. It was very important that he didn't stink.

His make up and hair were flawless; the guys had really gone all out tonight. His dress fit perfectly now. Getting it professionally altered, instead of letting the Max do it, (max was good for one thing, sewing up emergency wardrobe malfunctions.) had most definitely been the right thing to do. The dress had never fit right from the first day but now… well… it was going to do the job.

'Oh god, I'm next"

"Ladies and gentlemen, Tammy Morgan, wasn't she wonderful? Tammy Morgan, best dancer we have. Well, next part of our show we have the a young 'lady' who came to us a few years ago, one demon of a creature if there was ever one to be had, who just didn't know what was left for a 'girl' like her. Well a few years of 'hard work' has taught her that being 'good' is the most important thing. Now, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present our reformed Siren. the beautiful, the talented, the illustrious Adriana Montenegro."

Harry adjusted his breasts and checked that the holly in his hair hadn't gone askew one last time as his music started to play.

"Merlin, please don't let me botch this."

"Draco? Isn't that your friend?"

Draco turned to look. Blaise was flirting with one of the more butch waiters. Draco didn't know what he was thinking. The "waiters" were handsome well sculpted specimens and Blaise went for that sort of thing, he guessed. Draco, however, was fascinated by the "waitresses." All of them were... well they were good looking, they wore these white shirts that were very well fitted and showed off well sculpted slim bodies and these insanely short skirts. Draco found that being bisexual was strange to say the least when you were in a place like this. He didn't know what to be attracted to first, but the more he looked at these…"waitresses" the more he found himself needing to order a drink just so he could have opportunity to talk to them, even if it was just to order a scotch.

"Yeah, his name is Blaise, He'll come over when he's through I'm in no mood to go and get him."

Tommy laughed, "Don't let him make a fool of himself. If he doesn't step away from him he is going to be asked to leave. It's the house policy"

Draco looked at Tommy then at Blaise, "Fine"

He stood and made his way over to his drunken friend? The music from the current act was just finishing up when he reached his friend.

"Oh, come on, you know that Prince Harry is ten times cuter than his brother."

'Oh lord! What in the hell has he been drinking,' "Blaise, come sit down and let this man do his job,"

The man smiled at him appreciatively.

"No."

"Please Blaise; if you do I'll have Severus brew you up some of his famous…oompff"

The last chord of the number died away as the DADA apprentice, elbowed his friend in the ribs, "Fine,"

"Ladies and gentlemen, Tammy Morgan, wasn't she wonderful?..."

"What was that for," Draco snapped indignantly as Blaise pulled him away from the waiter who was watching the two fight.

"Tammy Morgan, best dancer we have. Well, next part of our show we have the a young 'lady' who came to us a few years ago, one demon of a creature if there was ever one to be had, who just didn't know what was left for a 'girl' like her.…"

"ix-nay about the agic-may."

"What? Never oh never mind, that's our table." Draco snapped at his dog walker as the passed the table where Tommy was sitting waiting for them.

"Well a few years of 'hard work' has taught her that being 'good' is the most important thing.…"

"Hey, I'm Blaise" he said as he scooted in to the seat next to Tommy leaving Draco standing in the isle.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present our reformed Siren.…"

Draco literally pulled Blaise from his seat and threw him in to the opposite side of the booth across from the small redheaded man, and sat down next to him. "Just sit there…"

"the beautiful, the talented, the illustrious…"

"And watch the show."

"…Adriana Montenegro."

The lights dropped out and the music started to play. It seemed that all attention was turned toward the stage, toward Adriana. The band started to play the intro and the lights focused solely on lone figure standing on the stage. Draco was captivated and enthralled by the oddly familiar beauty on the stage.

"Santa baby," the voice deep enough to belong to a deep alto or strong tenor but strangely feminine and sexy, sang out the well known song at an unusually slow tempo. The results were mysterious and seductive to say the least. "Slip a sable under the tree, for me I've been an awful good girl, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight"

Draco watched enthralled as the singer walked down the stairs and in to the audience. He watched as he sat in a man's lap and directed his singing to the man, "Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue, I'll wait up for you dear, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight."

He then stood and started to walk more forcefully toward his next target, "Think of all the fun I've missed." when he reached the man she leaned dangerously close to his face, "Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed." He turned and sat down in the spare seat next to a very young man and refused to look at him, "Next year I could be oh so good,
if you'd check off my Christmas list."

"Santa honey," he moved in to the lap of the young man and draped his arm around his neck, "I wanna yacht and really that's not a lot, I've been an angel all year," he then flashed the rest of the audience a glimpse of some inner thigh still singing to the boy who was hosting him in his lap, "Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight" he then moved to a table in the middle of the room and climbed on to it using the a small piece of chair he found in the space between one mans legs.

He then proceed to pull one of those men by his tie out of his seat to look him in the eye as he bent over to seemingly try to kiss him, "Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed," he then proceeded push to poor man back into his seat and climb down off to the table with the aid of two waiters , "To a platinum mine, Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight"

He then walked past table by table gently toying with numerous men in different ways, "Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and cheques," it shocked the hell out of him as he watched the singer run his hand up the inside of one man's leg, "Sign your X on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight"

Draco then watched with a mixture of horror and lust as the siren began to make his way over to what appeared to be his table, not even really looking at them instead he continued to flirt with other men along the way "Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany's." then, while looking at Zabini the whole time, he lowered himself on to Draco's lap finally at, the end of his phrase, looked at the blonde wizard. "I really do believe in you, let's see if you believe in me"

As he stood Draco saw a strange flash of emotion, which could even be described as fearful, on the singer's face, a face that seemed strangely familiar. Despite that though he man kept on singing and focus all his attention on to his last victim, a man at the MVP table which Tommy had pointed out to him when they first came up.

"Santa baby," he smiled at a very powerful looking man and sat down on the table right in front of him, "forgot to mention one little thing," he gently touched the mans cheek and whispered, "a ring, and I don't mean a phone, Santa baby," he stood and walked the rest of the short distance back to the stage and climbed the stairs adding a bit more swing to his steps "and hurry down the chimney tonight" he turned at toward the audience and smiled just before a break in the music.

Silence. He smiled and sang the last line in a hushed voice. "Hurry down the chimney tonight" the band screamed the final jazz chord and the crowd went wild. Adriana Smiled and blew a single kiss in the direction of the MVP's table.

"ADRIANA MONTENEGRO! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

As the announcer introduced the next performer, Draco reached for the program that was given to him when he came in and flipped through is pages stopping on a page that held the biographical information of the illustrious "Adriana Montenegro."

"Harrison James?" the name felt strange on Draco's tongue. Frantically, he flipped through the pages looking for a picture. Stopping suddenly seeing a face he thought he would never see again, "no fucking way."

I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I have family coming to stay for the next week or so because of an illness in the family. I really wanted to get this up and I promise to get a final draft poster with in the next two weeks. Thanks for reading. Remember to review : )