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Harry woke very embarrassed and found Draco asleep on a chair next to him. He quietly made his way to the kitchen when Remus was already awake and eating breakfast. Without looking the other man in the face, Harry muttered a greeting and started on his breakfast.
"How are you feeling this morning Harry?" asked Remus.
Harry felt his face turning red. "Fine," he muttered.
"Severus thought you might have a bit of a headache. Do you want something for it?" Remus prodded gently.
"Um, no thanks. I do have a bit of a headache, but um, I'll be okay." Harry wasn't touching another potion. Ever.
Remus smiled and gave a soft chuckle. "He also suspected that you would not really wish to take a potion. He suggested a chamomile tea to take care of the headache."
"Oh. Um, in that case, yeah. That sounds good." Harry was sure he was beet red and was finding his plate to be extremely fascinating. He picked at his toast, tearing pieces off of it.
Within an hour the rest of the household was awake and bustling around. There was awkward talk but by unspoken agreement, none talked about the events of the previous evening.
The remainder of the week passed rather uneventfully. Until game night rolled around. It was the switch of game versions that caused the uproar.
Draco accused Harry of cheating, changing the game. Harry accused Draco and his team of cheating; informing them that he wouldn't have known those weren't the correct questions if they hadn't been.
Pansy turned a bright red when she found herself the focus of Hermione's gaze. Remus was simply giving Severus a smirking look while Harry and Draco were yelling at each other. Severus snarled at the werewolf, who had the gall to laugh.
So once again, it was an angry group of Slytherins that lost on game night. And a lonely group of Gryffindors sleeping alone.
Monday's event was different from the previous. It was the one that Harry had abandoned the week before. Instead of meeting bright and early, they were getting together at 7 in the evening. Harry and Hermione spent the entire day locked in Harry's room separating the clothing into bags to give to each person. They were giggling and speculating on the way each item would look on the respective, prospective owners.
Finally, they handed each person their bag and instructed them to all change in separate rooms and meet in the kitchen at 7pm exactly. He then rushed to the room he had assigned for himself and eagerly got changed. For himself he had a pair of leather pants, black, with lacing up the sides. The lacing exposed a fair amount of leg skin. He had a green silk shirt that brought out the coloring of his eyes, especially with contacts in. He downed a hair lengthening potion that Hermione had made up for him and pulled on the black leather boots. There was a wide chain belt that he looped around his waist to complete the look.
When he finally looked in a mirror even Harry had to admit the look was…spectacular. His hair had fallen to shoulder length with soft waves. His eyes were a brilliant glimmer of green and the green and black and silver colors were …well aside from being far too Slytherin, they did in fact enhance his own natural looks to an almost unrecognizable appearance.
When he heard the clock strike seven, Harry Apparated into the kitchen. He got a good look at everyone and nearly groaned in lust. He KNEW Severus was going to look way too gorgeous in the outfit he had picked out. And Draco just looked entirely too delicious. Part of Harry considered saying to hell with the night out and just dragging Draco upstairs and never letting Draco be seen by others.
He saw everyone was reacting in similar ways. Severus was dressed in the skin tight black leather pants with chains that looped loosely about the waist. His boots were also black leather similar to Harry's own except they had chains looping them. His shirt was a long-sleeved, black silk that gave the appearance of being both extremely revealing and at the same time concealing. His shirt flowed with an ease of wizard robes but showed every line of the older man's well formed chest. It was covered by the long trench-coat leather jacket.
Pansy was dressed in a white leather skirt and matching white leather boots. She had on red fishnet stockings and a red shirt that hung from her shoulders. Underneath the over shirt was a black tank top. The ensemble was topped with a white leather jacket with fringe hanging from the arms.
Hermione looked just as good. Her outfit was much less revealing than her girlfriend's. It was a long skirt that hung pants her knees with a slit up the side. Simple brown suede with stitching on the bottom that matched the top, a simple white cotton loose fitting. On her feet were a pair of moccasin style shoes, and her hair was tamed into soft waves. They exchanged appreciating glances before Harry turned his attention to Remus.
The substitute father was looking far too good. Harry bit his lip at the way he appeared. The other man was wearing a pair of soft brown suede pants, unadorned. The shirt was soft red cotton with subtle threads of gold blended in. His boots were brown leather adorned with nothing but a lining stitch. His jacket was brown suede. The gentleness of the all of the fabric a perfect reflection of the man's own personality and made him look…fabulous.
Draco…was simply stunning. His angelic looks could be draped in potato sacks and still look gorgeous but when dressed up could cause men and women alike to fall into a swoon. Tonight his hair hung in waves of spun silver, his eyes a brilliant silver. He had on white suede pants (they cost Harry a small fortune but were WELL worth it!) and white boots, both pants and boots embedded with small gems. His shirt was silver gossamer silk that was so sheer that you could see right through it. Underneath was a sea green tank top, the hints of blue only highlighting the unique shades in Draco's eyes. This was covered by a black leather and suede jacket. The combined effect was breathtaking.
Harry found himself staring at his boyfriend slack-jawed and without a single thought in his head aside from a very inadequate "WOW!" Eventually, two things dawned on him. Draco was staring at him with an equally lustful look, and everyone seemed staring at him with a mix of amusement and disgust and impatience. Harry gave a mental and physical shake and gave the signal to meet at The Leaky Cauldron.
This time Harry arranged for a pair of taxis to take them to their destination. A new club that catered to a large gay and lesbian crowd. He had always wanted to go to a gay bar. Somehow he had a feeling, looking at his companions; this would be a memorable night for everyone, including those at the bar. Snape and Draco were walking side-by-side from the cab and were something out of an artist's rendition, Draco in his white outfit, his light features and halo of hair, Snape with his black eyes and clothing and menacing features were an amazing contrast, one that Harry had a hard time pulling his eyes from. When he finally did, he noticed Remus having the same difficulties.
Harry once again questioned his own judgment in bringing them out. He had this horrible feeling that it was going to end in disaster. He pushed the dark thoughts out of his mind and wrapped an arm around Draco. The taller man looked down into Harry's eyes with a heat that caused Harry to burn. When they reached the club Harry had to admit, he was surprised at the line outside for a Monday night. He thought for sure that it wouldn't be very busy.
They were preparing to wait in line, Snape with a glare, when they were given appraising looks and motioned to enter without waiting in line. They were confused as they moved through the doors but none argued.
The bar was quite crowded. In the center was a large dance floor with loud music pulsing in the air. It was packed with people dancing. To one end was a large bar with stools lined up against it. Along the sides of the dance floor were tables and chairs, and against two walls were booths that were tucked among the shadows.
As a group, they moved to the bar. Harry was feeling awkward, he could sense people staring at him and in spite of all the times he had been the focus in the wizarding world, he still couldn't get used to the feeling of attention directed to him. This felt different, not the hero worship attention but attention because of him and his companions. He knew that all of them radiated a power, not just Draco and Severus, Harry's own magical power being the strongest, but they radiated a …presence.
He differed to Hermione when it came time to order drinks. After just a moment's hesitation, she ordered two 'Sex on the Beach' drinks for herself and Pansy, three 'Blowjob' drinks for the guys, except Snape who she ordered a 'Bloody Mary' and was given a glare of death. Stuttering she tried to explain the drinks. Harry, Remus and Draco exchanged challenging looks when their drink was explained to them. Almost as soon as they were set down, the three men dove into the challenge. Harry felt the drink burn and fought the urge to cough as he swallowed the drink and dropped the shot-glass back down on the bar.
The three looked at each other with smirks and Draco leaned forward to kiss his lover. When they looked up, Snape had taken his drink and moved to a booth in the far corner. Hermione was giggling at something Pansy was saying. Harry snuck a sip of her drink while she was distracted, handing it to Draco to also sample. They decided to order a round of those for everyone.
It wasn't long before the five of them were feeling quite pleasantly buzzed. Draco was trying to persuade Harry to join him on the dance floor. The brunette gave a shudder. Just the memory of the Yule Ball was enough to scare him off of dancing for life.
Finally he pushed his lover to Remus and told them to "Go, enjoy! Not like he will be able to drag Snape there."
He sat at the far end of the bar watching the two men on the dance floor. Beside them Pansy and Hermione were dancing together. They were so close as to be almost obscene. Harry wondered idly how much Hermione had drunk so far to be willing to let go that much.
It was a while before he noticed that Snape had moved to the seat beside him. He was holding a large glass that appeared to be filled with scotch? Harry was working through several different drinks, wanting to try something of everything. At that moment, he was sipping on something fruity that was called a Pina Colada and was really quite tasty.
His eyes were back on his godfather and boyfriend who had moved closer together due to the press of more people on the dance floor. His eyes narrowed slightly as a flicker of jealous washed over him. He was oblivious to the people moving around him.
A familiar voice jerked his attention to the man, or rather men now, next to him. He choked on his drink, spitting it on the floor when he heard the voice, "So, I haven't seen you here before. I would have noticed a gorgeous hunk such as yourself."
"DUDLEY!" Harry exclaimed, looking at the guy that was dumb enough to actually try and hit on Severus Snape in full glower mode. His cousin was looking a lot better than he had the last time Harry had seen him. He had lost a lot of weight and looked like he might even be working out.
The other guy looked at Harry in shock for a brief moment before exclaiming "What are YOU doing here freak?"