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Overlap – Chapter two
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Come here,
Stand in front of the light
Stand still
So I can see your silhouette
I hope
That you have got all night
Cause I'm not done looking,
No I'm not done looking
Yet
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Harry's pov
"Harry, some guy is here and he's demanding one of your designs, he wants to see you and your portfolio" Joe spoke through the phone. "So you better get down here fast before his pureblood ass nags my ear off.
Joe was the owners of the local tattoo studio in Hogsmead. He was in his fifties and unlike most tattoo guys he was not creepy or dirty. He was what one might call the jolly uncle type, graying with a wry sense of humor. Joe had moved to Hogsmead about seven years ago, coming from America, he was a divorce with an estranged son living somewhere in Canada. Harry sold him his designs and did a few custom designs for regular or high profile customers.
"Fine but this better not take long, you know it's my night off, I've been planning it all week and if I don't get laid I'll be sour for a very long time." Harry spoke indignantly on the phone.
"Sure kid, you know I wouldn't call if it was someone important, or at least someone bloody annoying" Harry heard the phone click but not before he heard Joe mumbling what was most likely profanities under his breath.
Harry grabbed his coat and left his apartment. Once he was outside he lit up a cigarette and started walking towards the studio. Normally he would have just apparated but he felt like some 'fresh' air.
It wasn't long before he reached the studio, it being only about a five minute walk away, he through is smoke to the ground and stepped on it. When he went inside he heard a very familiar voice.
"Finally potter! Good to see you again mate!"
"Oliver? Wow , how have you been, I haven't seen you in ages, what brings you into Hogsmead?" Harry was surprised to see the Gryffindor, and he gave him a short embrace.
"Just passing through with the team, met up with Ron and he was telling me about your new profession as a tattoo designer. He showed me the stallion tattoo he has on his shoulder blade, pretty unique. I thought I would come down and check out some of your other stuff. I wanted to get something with my daughters name on it, plus I thought it would be a cool conversation piece to tell people my ex designed my tattoo!"
"Daughter? Congratulations, on the kid mate! Can't believe you're already hitched, one might be offended you're trying to so quickly forget your Hogwarts sweetheart!"
"Take it as a complement Harry, you were and always will be emblazoned on my mind as a hot, passionate man with considerable…'assets'"
"OKAY! Enough reminiscing, Harry didn't you have a portfolio to show this gentlemen?"
" Sure thing Joe, here it is Oli, you want a banner type thing or a graphic with her name in or around it or something?
"Graphic, with her name under it. Something for a little girl, umm do you have any baby dragons, sort of cartoon like; the real thing would probably scare her. I want it to have vibrant colors, like emeralds and deep purples or pinks."
"I don't have anything like that actually, but I can make one up special, what's her name? oh and do you have a favorite font that you want me to use?"
"Her name's Jennifer, and no favorite font, just something to match the picture is fine. Is it going to take long? I've got a parcel I want to drop off at the post."
"No, go ahead, it'll be done by the time you get back."
By the time Oliver Wood returned Harry had a little baby cartoon dragon finished up. It was curled into a sleepy ball, big baby eyes half closed in sleepiness. It had as ordered beautiful bright colors.
"Harry, do you want me to make you a copy for you portfolio?" Joe asked from behind the counter.
"Yeah sure, thanks."
Harry ripped the page from his sketch book and handed it to Joe.
"Joe can make this any size you want, but seeing as I'm already late I better get going or Jonathon will kill, or worse deprive me of sex."
"New beau?"
"Yep, been with him for about six months, were going out to some new club tonight. He was the designer for the layout"
"Maybe I can convince Damien to stop by, we haven't been out for a night on the town for awhile."
"Well maybe I'll see you there then, bye" Harry waved as he began his trek back to his apartment.
Harry rushed into his apartment throwing off all his clothes and lunging into the shower. He could just imagine the verbal bashing he was going to get from his posh, prompt boyfriend. It would involve colorful language and threats of no sex for extended periods of time. Something Harry would prefer to keep getting. Jonathon and Harry had met when they were hired to collaborate on the design of an art studio in London. They got along instantly. Both knew that they weren't a match for the long haul but they did decide that they wanted to have a platonic relationship with benefits, though, Harry was beginning to thing that Jonathon wanted more from him than just sex and company. Jonathon was a shorter man than Harry was. Harry was a much more laid back person. Jon had sandy brown hair that was cut short
After his shower he quickly towel dried his hair and went to rummage through his closet. He pulled out a pair of new black jeans that were loose and snug in all the right places and also a tight pale blue t-shirt. He exited the apartment neglecting to get a jacket feeling that it was a little redundant considering the dancing he was planning on doing and the alcohol he was planning on consuming.
As Harry entered the club he turned many heads, he was satisfied cause it was no lounger because he was the boy who lived. He headed straight for the bar, he figured that was probably where Jonathon would be waiting for him. When he reached the bar he slapped a couple knuts down yelling 'Sex on the beach' over the music to the bar tender. He quickly downed the drink and ordered another.
With the new drink in hand he begun to look around, 'maybe I wasn't late' he thought himself.
"Did you really find it necessary to be twenty five minutes late? You should have made it a clean half an hour, not like that would have been embarrassing enough as it is!"
"Sorry babe, I was called in to work, plus it was an old friend, he wanted a custom tattoo."
Jonathon suddenly serious, "What kind of old friend was he?"
"It was Oli if you must know, he came in to get a tattoo with his i daughters /i name on it. Stop being so paranoid you git." Harry was getting agitated, he just wanted a good time, not to argue.
"Why shouldn't I be paranoid Harry, no one forgets their first love so easily!" Jonathon responded with venom in his voice.
"Oh leave it Jon! I don't want to go into this again with you!" He lowered his voice and whispered into his ear, "Can't we just forget about him, drink and dance and maybe later we could go back to your apartment? Wouldn't that be better than fighting love?"
Harry knew he had him where he wanted him by the look on his boyfriends face.
"mmm, I suppose, but if anyone tries to touch you tonight I reserve the right to throw a fit."
"fine" he smirked as he bent down and gave Jonathon a peck on the lips. He grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor.
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Draco's pov
I'm getting ready for the club, that me and Blaise are going to. I just settled on something casual to wear. Plain black jeans and a plain blood red t-shirt. I hope Blaise is only expecting a casual date, maybe a casual shag, who knows. But I really should get out the door before Blaise comes barking.
Draco grabbed a light black sleeve less over shirt before rushing out the door. The club was huge and still managed to be packed with people. He went for the bar as that would be the likely meeting place for the two. He was surprised when he saw, by the bar, what looked to be an aggravated Harry Potter. He was arguing with another man but it wasn't long before Harry whispered something in the other mans ear, they both smiled and Harry bent down and gave him a kiss and he pulled the stranger onto the dance floor.
'Well that was surprising' Draco thought to himself as he continued to search for Blaise. Suddenly he felt two arms slowly go around his waist.
"He babe," he heard whispered into his ear. Draco felt more comfortable in the strong embrace.
"Good you're here, first, I want a drink and then I want to dance" Draco said with mild authority as he smiled at Blaise and led him by a hand towards the bar.
"I'll have a scotch and my friend here will have a-" Draco started but he was cut off. "Two shots of tequila" he yelled to the barman over the music and then turned towards Draco. "Lesson number one, woman may find it chivalrous but I like to order my own drink." He turned back to the bar and shot back his tequila. Draco quickly shot down the rest of his scotch.
"I couldn't give two shits what you like Zabini, take me dancing." Draco said seductively as he suddenly became determined to get laid tonight. Then he thought to himself 'Potter probably will, I want some action too, it's been too long.
Draco quickly shot back the rest of his drink and headed to the dance floor with Blaise. The beats were energetic and fun. Draco thought that him and Blaise must have been all over the dance floor before he spotted the raven haired man once again. The music changed and Harry and the stranger started dancing more suggestively. Draco was startled that he had the sudden desire for Harry's hands on him, not Blaise's. Their were lights flashing in bright colors around the dance floor, and Draco couldn't keep his eye's away from his old nemesis. The man was moving erotically against his partner and when the light touched his face, Draco lost his breath at the beauty of this man. Quite suddenly though, a new hot beat had begun. Large amounts of people entered the dance floor and had Draco and Blaise pushed up close to Harry and the mystery man. Everyone on the dance floor was moving provocatively.
Some random couple, obviously piss drunk, came pelting through the crowd. They slammed into Blaise's back before carrying on their way. The two men fell straight into Harry and his date.
"Fucker!" He heard Harry exclaim.
Blaise was the first to speak up, "Fuck, were sorry, a couple completely crashed into us and this" he waved his arms around at the four on the floor, "is the result."
"No worries, it was an accident" the stranger began, "but well, well, don't we have some sort of freaky reunion, the boy who lived and the man who killed he who must not be named!"
Harry looked at Draco surprised to see his old enemy at the club.
"Wow, Draco, long time no see."
The two stared into each others eyes before their two dates started picking themselves off the dance floor.
"Jonathon, what do you say we all get a booth in the corner and get some drinks" Harry offered as he rose to his feet.
"Sounds great Harry maybe I can talk to Jonathon and you about the design for that restaurant I was planning on starting up." Blaise responded.
Draco remained in moderate shock at how Blaise knew this mystery guy, and that they all seemed to be relatively acquainted with each other. They all grabbed some drinks at the bar and went to a secluded booth.
They all sat down, they eventually were all talking like they had known each other for years. Draco and Jonathon were debating the difference in value of a potion compared to a charm when changing the color of clothing. While Harry and Blaise, were discussing different logo ideas. Eventually Harry leant towards Jonathon's ear and whispered something.
"Good idea Harry, Blaise would you care to accompany me to the bar to pick up some more drinks, I'm afraid Harry here doesn't think he's drunk enough to go home yet."
They all laughed and Harry smiled.
"Sure what would you like Draco? Scotch?"
"Nah, I'll have some wine, but bring me two glasses, I want to sit for while."
"I'll just bring a bottle then, I want some wine too." Blaise replied.
"Harry? Sex on the beach?"
"You know me well, but I agree with Draco bring two, I think with that I'll be sufficiently drunk!" Harry exclaimed and it was clear to see that he was already heavily under the influence.
The two men went towards the bar and re-entered deep conversation about business and the new restaurant.
"So, Draco, how long have you and Blaise been together?" Harry questioned him like the answer was really important to him.
"First date actually, I'm just here for something casual though, we've been friends for years, so I hope he realizes he and I wouldn't match for the long run. What about you and Jonathon? How long have you guys been together?"
"Hmm, we must be going on six months, but like want you want from Blaise, we are completely casual. When we got together we both agreed that it would be just for friendly company and sex. Though, I am beginning to think he wants more and I'm trying to think of something to let him go easily, I know that probably makes me sound like a bastard but I want someone who will be more than just a good shag one day."
Draco looked slightly shocked at his ex-enemy's half drunken confession.
"I understand, it's not like I don't want something serious, I do, it's just not Blaise. But whatever I suppose, anyways Harry, I was wondering earlier exactly what you do now? I heard you talking to Blaise about design and graphics and stuff, but what is it exactly that you do?"
"I actually have quite a few things going" Harry lent heavily onto the table and started getting right into the conversation, "I work part time at Wizarding Wheezes. I do dabble from time to time in advertising and graphic design. But my biggest endeavor to date is actually tattoo design. I've got quite the portfolio set up, I also do custom design for regular or high profile customers. I plan to start my own studio when my training is complete."
"You sell your designs to the tattoo studio in town Hogsmead?"
"Yep, Joe's tattoo studio. Old bastard treats me like a son."
Draco laughed at his inebriated friend.
"I always wanted to get a tattoo, maybe I'll stop by this Joe's."
"wow, really? The great Draco Malfoy wants to mark his perfect pureblood skin?"
"I resent that!" he laughed along with Harry, "But yeah, I always thought it would be great to have something important to you with you always."
"What did you want to get?" Harry asked curiously but before Draco could answer their dates returned with their drinks.
"Well, it looks like you two are getting along pretty well!" Blaise said as he sat down next o Draco.
"Yep, like old pals aren't we Draco" Harry said as He and Draco smiled at each other.
Then Draco noticed an uneasy glint in Jonathon's eye.
"Harry, I think I want to go back to my place, drink up and we'll go." Jon said as he looked at Draco with a hint of jealousy.
'This guy really doesn't get that Harry isn't that into him.' Draco thought.
"Sure Whatever Jon"
'Yep, it's really obvious.' Draco continued to ponder.
Harry gulped down his two drinks in record speed.
"Well lets get me home before those drinks hit, shall we Jon, besides I'm not ready to pass out yet" he said seductively to his boyfriend, he didn't speak quietly and everyone at the table could hear, he didn't care seeing as he was already mostly pissed. Under the table he was rubbing circles high on Jon's thigh.
"Come on Harry" he said thickly.
"One second" Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal case. He pulled a smoke from it and was busy trying to light it.
"Babe, you can't smoke in here,"
"What are they going to do? Kick me out, I'm already on my way!" he laughed dryly though he failed to light the cigarette.
Jon stole the lighter from him.
"When we get outside, I'll light it for you baby, lets go. See you guys later." Jonathon drug Harry from the booth, before Harry made it to the door, he looked back and his eyes locked with Draco's. Draco had been watching Harry leave and when he saw the emerald orbs his breath hitched and his heart pounded. He wished that it was him guiding the Gryffindor home, little did Draco know Harry was wishing the same thing.
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