A/N: I've overcome my sore throat just to write this for you because of the lovely reviews that inspired me to get off my ass and write you a story. The next chapter shouldn't take as long as I've got all the ideas for it in my head as opposed to having stopped with no clue of what I wanted to come next. So enough of me, please read, review and enjoy.

"Let's do something different tonight."

"What?"

"Let's do something different tonight."

"I wasn't aware that we had a routine."

Harry swatted Draco.

"Of course, we don't, this is the first Saturday night we've ever spent together. I meant let's do something neither of us would normally do."

"Doesn't hanging out with each other qualify as something different?"

"Are you trying to misunderstand me?"

"Harry, I don't think you understand. You seem to have this extraordinary thought process that no one but you can follow and when you blurt things out with no background no one else can understand."

"He's right, mate."

"Where did you come from, Blaise?"

"Across the room, Draco Observant Malfoy."

Harry laughed.

"I see why you keep him around, he's very entertaining."

"I'm glad you like him, I'll try and get you one for Christmas."

"Hey," Blaise said, resentfully, "I can't be bought. I'm an original."

"Whatever. Anyway, let's do something different."

"Are we really back to this?"

"Well you never let me finish."

"Fine, explain yourself, Mr. Potter."

"I mean let's do something fun and exciting. Who's up for sneaking out to London?"

"What!"

"You heard me. Let's sneak out and go to London. I know a couple great clubs there."

"That's funny, Harry. We might be able to sneak out of the castle and from there we have a chance of getting to Hogsmeade, which aside from its two pubs is probably entirely closed by now, but we could never get to London. Not to mention, we'd never make it back before someone noticed."

"Au contraire, mon ami, we'd be back with time to spare if you care to listen to my plan."

Draco sighed heavily.

"Go ahead."

"Well, we take my invisibility cloak, it can cover up to four people without worry, and we sneak out of the castle. As soon as we are out from under the wards, I can apparate with one person to London. After that, I'll come back to Hogwarts and apparate with the next until everyone is in London. Then we'll proceed to dance, drink and be merry. We can apparate back as soon as we want as long as no one lets me have more than two drinks and we'll be good to go."

Blaise and Draco stared at Harry, slack jawed. Blaise was the first to speak.

"Ok, you go get Seamus and get ready while I cajole Blondie here into getting dressed, it should only take him an hour or two to pick out something."

"An hour or two?"

"I'm kidding, that's how long it takes him without someone to heckle him into getting ready faster and trust me, I'm a very good heckler."

"Whatever you say, Blaise."

"That's right, now be off with you."

Harry raced up to Gryffindor tower and prayed that Ron wouldn't be there as he really didn't have time to talk to him about Draco. Luck was on his side as he sprinted into the common room and grabbed Seamus who loving to do anything spontaneously did not protest.

"That was fun, now what's up?"

"We're going clubbing in London with Draco and Blaise. Hurry and get dressed."

Seamus didn't need to be told twice. He just started pulling clothes out of his trunk. Harry grabbed a pair of black leather pants and a black button down shirt with silver buttons that went up the cuff. He pulled on a pair of dragon hide boots and taking a small black bag out from under his bed, entered the boys' bathroom and shut the door. Inside he started by putting a little gel in his hair to tame it slightly and keep it from getting frizzy while he was dancing. He then, carefully, applied black eyeliner and mascara. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and muttered a quick enchantment to give his hair very subtle emerald highlights. That done he unlocked the bathroom to find Seamus standing in a pair of dark blue jeans and a blood red button up shirt.

Looking up from finishing buttoning his shirt, Seamus was shell shocked.

"Let's go."

Picking up his wallet and putting it in his back pocket, Harry threw the invisibility cloak over himself and Seamus.

"Why so secret, Harry?"

"I haven't the time to be stopped by Ron, nor do I wish to explain what I'm doing to anyone."

"Ah."

It took the Gryffindors longer than usual to make it down to Slytherin, but once they were there, Harry waited for a young Slytherin to come and followed him into the portrait.

"Have you done this before?"

"I may have done a few things like it."

"Oh, all right then."

Finally making it Blaise and Draco's dorm, Harry knocked and was let in by Blaise.

"Who's there?"

Shutting the door, Harry and Seamus revealed themselves.

"Wow. You two look great. Good thing you got rid of those hideous glasses this year, Harry. And you, Seamus, have a very nice…pair of jeans on."

Seamus blushed, slightly.

"I like your jeans as well, Blaise."

Blaise was wearing a pair of dark jeans as well and a no wrinkle white button down shirt. The shirt was tucked in to reveal a brown leather belt that matched his brown leather boots.

"Where's Draco?"

The blonde chose to make his entrance at that moment. He had on grey trousers, black shoes and a skin tight black t-shirt and a thin grey cashmere scarf was tossed about his neck.

"Shall we dance?"

"Yes."

Harry twirled Draco around the room two or three times to the amazement of Blaise, Seamus and truth be told, Draco.

"Ok, enough, we must be off."

Invisibility cloak in place, Harry, Draco, Blaise and Seamus made their way out of the castle and eventually out from under its wards. Harry quickly shrunk the cloak and tucked it inside of his ankle high boots, where it wouldn't have a chance to fall out.

"Ok, who doesn't mind standing in front of a club in London by himself for a few minutes?"

"I'll go; I've been to muggle London at least."

Taking Seamus' hand, Harry apparated. He returned to take Blaise and finally, Draco. The club was called Inhibitions and Harry had no trouble getting everyone in as he knew the bouncer.

"A few quick words, no one leaves without the rest of the group. If you order a drink from the bar, you'll get it because they don't check IDs once you're inside so don't act like you don't know what you're doing. Be careful that no one takes your money and that you don't wind up cornered by someone you don't want to be cornered by. That's all."

"Thanks, mom."

"Ha. Ha."

The boys made their way to the bar and ordered their drinks. Harry began to talk to the bar tender. Blaise got asked to dance by a blue haired, brown eyed boy. Draco sat down, pulled out a cigarette and pulled off the loner look and Seamus wandered out onto the dance floor by himself.

"Hey, Mike. Who's playing tonight?"

"Room Service."

"No shit!"

Harry jumped off the bar stool and raced to the stage where a crowd was starting to gather. Draco decided to follow him and fighting his way through everyone, he managed to get a place next to Harry, who didn't notice.

The lights dimmed and four guys covered in black and chains strode onto the stage. One set his guitar down and walked up the mike.

"Hey everyone, I'm Jesse and I'm vocals and guitar in Room Service. This first song is about someone I loved. We didn't last because we both had to go different places, but he meant a lot and without him, I wouldn't be here today."

Draco didn't hear a sound after that. Suddenly he knew why Harry had been so excited when he'd heard who was playing. He knew why Harry hadn't noticed his presence and he knew why Harry was staring so intently at the guy holding the mike. This Jesse had to be Harry's first love. Shit.

Draco pushed his way out of the crowd that seemed to be going wild over whatever Room Service was playing. He sat back down at the bar, ordered another drink, turned down a few offers to dance and sulked.

On the dance floor, Blaise was finding out that the blue haired boy he was dancing with was into playing grab ass more than dancing. He figured he'd just put up with it for the rest of the song until he saw Seamus come stalking up. Grabbing Blaise's shoulder, Seamus spun him around and began to grind against him, sending a clear message of ownership to Blaise's admirer.

After the guy left, Seamus backed off.

"Sorry. I could tell you wanted him to leave and that was the easiest way I could think of to get him to go."

"Don't be sorry and don't stop."

Seamus raised an eyebrow, but started dancing again.

Room Service finished its set and the crowd cleared off, but Harry stayed.

"Jesse!"

"Hey, Jesse, another of your adoring fans is calling for you."

Jesse laughed and looked up, figuring he'd have to go sign a shirt or a CD or something. What he saw made him freeze in his tracks.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, Jesse, I can't believe it's you."

"Me neither. What are you doing here? I thought you were at boarding school."

"I was, but we had a break and I snuck out here with some friends."

"That sounds like you."

"How are you?"

"I'm good, you?"

"Same."

Harry and Jesse stared at each other.

"Why don't you finish putting your gear away and if you have time, come out and have a drink with me?"

"I'm sure I have time."

Harry smiled.

From the bar, Draco watched and drank.

Harry waited at the backstage entrance for Jesse and when he finally came out the two shared a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"It really is good to see you, Har."

"I feel the same."

"Did you like your song?"

"Of course. How's the band doing?"

"We just signed a record deal. We have a new CD coming out in a few months. We're just finishing up this and that and the last bookings from this tour before the CD release. After that, who knows?"

"That's just great."

"I can't get over the fact that you're here. I really didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"I know. The one night that I'm in London and I find you."

"Seems like fates trying to tell us something."

"Come on, Jesse; let's not go down that road again."

"I know. It's just hard not to I guess because we never had any bad memories. We ended it when it was good. You helped me so much."

"I know. I wouldn't be alive without you, but it's just not right anymore. It wouldn't work."

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What?"

"Are you seeing someone?"

"It's complicated."

"Why don't you just answer the question?"

"I'm not officially, but I know that soon the answer to that question will be yes so I can't do this. I'm so sorry. I love you, Jess, but we can't be together."

"But you love me."

"Not in the way you want me to."

"But, Harry…"

"No, Jesse. It really was great to see you. Good luck with the band. I'm sure you'll make it. The crowd loved you."

Harry leaned over to give Jesse a parting kiss on the cheek and was surprised to find his mouth captured by the man instead. He lost himself for a moment in the familiarity of it all, but suddenly realizing what he was doing, he jerked back.

"Goodbye, Jess."

Harry turned and started to walk away, only to be stopped in his tracks by a pair of icy, silver eyes glaring at him from the bar.

Shit.