Chapter 3: Draco Malfoy, Stud Pole Dancer Extraordinaire
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Summary: Main Story after 'Sacrifice Myself For You'. After Harry died, Draco set off to find his missing father, but what he finds first might save him from his own intent for repentance. Setting: 2 years after 6th book. Main pair: Harry Potter ' Draco Malfoy. some: Ron Weasley ' Hermione Granger. possible: Remus Lupin ' Sirius Black.
Disclaimer: #looks at Draco, who looks at Harry, who looks at Ron, who looks back at me# … … If I can't have them then nobody will! #ties them up in ropes# MUAH HA HA HA HA HA! #hears a noise outside# (Open up, this is the police!) me: … Aww muther-fudger-nutter! They ALWAYS ruin my fun… #tear#
Warnings: Slash (aka male/male pairings); no like, no read… and if you don't care for my choice of subjects to write about, then 'eff you sir, 'eff you in the bunghole… (credited to Robbie & Brynn). Gore, bad language and characters being IN character (for the most part, yet as they will, characters will change depending on events that happen) will appear in abundance throughout this whole story, so again, if you don't approve, then I will gladly offer my ass to thee for thou to KISS! (if you need a translation then I feel sorry for you…) Also, if you haven't read up to the 6th book, there ARE spoilers, too.
A/N: These chapters will be long but will take a while to get posted… partially my fault cuz I am currently suffering from writer's block… partially cuz I am back in school… and mostly cuz I am dense #sigh# Any suggestions will be welcomed with open arms… well… mostly… and if you think I should change the title AND have a suggestion, then I will consider it… umm… I think that's it… XD
The last chapter was so damn short because I had a number of complaints about my nonexistent posting of chapters… I guess from now on the chapters will be slightly shorter but hopefully will be updated more often. I hope… lol (a/n: I just got done counting… and the last chapter was actually a few words more than the one before it…making it the longest yet… 8 ½ pages… though I have been aiming for 10 pages per chapter and that is on 10 font #grins# ah well… anything to keep the fans happy!)
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Sorry, but this is my first slashie… please tell me, peoples, if I get too OOC (without good reason -said or not said-)… I will try to fix it (if you tell me about it first)… And if I get the phrases wrong, sorry… I am an American… don't blame me, blame my parents #grin#…
Jeez… I talk too much before chapters… #sigh# ON WITH THE CHAPTER! Teehee
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#blah, blah, blah# speech in Parseltongue
#blah# random noise
"Blah" spell or accented word
'blah' thoughts
"blah" speech
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>>> Monday, September 22 >>>
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Draco headed in for the early shift at 7 in the morning and was surprised to see the old man that he had bumped into on the way to the bar last Friday sitting at his desk, a toothless grin on his face.
"Draco, m'boy! Great ta see you again!" he slurred. He jumped up and shook Draco's hand ferociously. "Dung is the name, sa. Mundungus Fletcher." Draco looked at him, confused for a second. The old man blinked twice and then waved his wand in front of his face. Where his wand passed over, his face peeled away into the real features of Mundungus. He passed his wand back over his face and the mask went back into place.
"Yeh might remember me but if you'd recall, I sa, am a Phoenumb, sa. I mean of course… ah… ah-hah! A membeh of the Phoe-nilly Oderve… umm… I mean of course, the mmph!" Draco clamped his hand over the man's mouth to shut him up, wincing in utter disgust as he felt the stumps of a few broken teeth grinding into his palm as the old man kept trying to talk.
He waved his wand, silently spelling his voice and took his hand away. Mundungus tried opening and closing his mouth a few times experimentally, but couldn't utter a sound. He glared at Draco, clearly annoyed, and jerked his wand in response. A strange echoing nothingness filled Draco's ears, making him feel like he was in a huge rounded cave. He clamped his hands over his ears and saw that Mundungus was trying to talk to him again, but he couldn't hear him. A look of dawning came over the man and he grinned something that looked as though it was supposed to look sheepish and waved his wand again.
"Okay now… at's better. Sorry about dat. I accidentally included you in the first spell. I swear I didn' mean to!" he protested loudly, holding up his hands in a gesture of apology. He muttered another spell and this time, Draco could still hear afterwards. Unfortunately, Draco knew exactly what the new spell was.
"What are you doing here? And do you realize that there are dark spell indicators put up around this whole building for about 5 miles in any direction? Someone will sooner than later notice the Muffilato spell that you just cast! It's a dark spell, you fool! You could've used a simple hear-me-not spell and it would have done the trick!" Draco hissed.
" Well actually at's the first one I used… but I don' see why the Muffilato is considred da'k… s'not like it 'urts anyone…" Mundungus muttered more to himself than Draco. Draco sighed in impatience.
"Its not the effects that make it illegal, its how it works… you see… the spell itself had no adverse effects, but it draws power for the spell from whoever it is cast upon instead of who cast it… in other words… even a Squib with a wand could cast the spell. Another thing, for your information, it is impossible to take the Muffilato spell off. It has to wear off. Yet another reason for why it was banned" Draco leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, gathering the stored information to rattle off. Merlin how he loved being able to rote memorize (and luckily still comprehend it). "… not to mention any other banned spell or potion for this exact reason… did you even know there is a temporary magic transference spell that, if a Muggle or a Squib ingested the…"
Draco looked back at Mundungus and was exasperated when he heard a snore from the man. 'He's ASLEEP?' Draco waved his wand and muttered a spell. A small glassful of ice-cold water appeared, hovering above the sleeping man. Draco flicked his wand again and the glass was dumped over Mundungus's head. He jerked awake, cursing profoundly.
"Awake now are we?" Draco asked sweetly, earning him a glare.
"Yeh coulda jus' tapped me… not like it woulda hurt you fer that courtesy…"
"Except then I would've gotten your filth and probably your lice buddies on me… now… what the hell are you doing stalking me? And you'd better have a damn good reason!"
"I wasn't stalkin' you… Dumbledore wanted me teh see that you weren't doin' anythin' reckless before yer allowed… he knows yeh've been sneakin round behind th' back of yer partner. That's not th best thing fer you teh be doin since not everyone trusts you yet…" Draco impatiently tapped his foot.
"I consider that stalking! Or at the least, following. Tell Dumbledore that I know my place and I won't make any moves before I'm 'allowed.' Got it?" Draco stated flatly. He raised his eyebrow, annoyed, when he received no response.
"Fine, fine…" Mundungus conceded. He strode out of the small cubicle in almost a limp and disappeared around the corner. Draco sighed and propped his head up on his hand, elbow resting on his desk. He rubbed his temples with his first and middle fingers.
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Well… the good thing was that Malfoy hadn't shown up last two nights. The bad thing. He showed up tonight. 'Damn.' Rathe had dropped a glass while he was washing dishes the moment he had looked in the mirror that looked out towards the front door and seen him enter again. Thank Merlin the glass wasn't going to come out of his paycheck. A perk of having steady hands. Usually. He would've had to work an extra half an hour (on double time) if that had been the case, to make up for the missing money in his paycheck.
He quickly finished up the dishes and started drying them, but was 'relieved' when the real man on dishwasher duty, late as always, finally showed up.
'Back to the spotlight.' Rathe winced as Malfoy's eyes caught his as he tied his apron around his waist and started taking orders. Again Malfoy caught his eye and ordered a double shot of Vodka in a 5" cup and then filled to the ¾ line with Margarita mix, something that Rathe was actually particular to when he received a free drink on special group nights.
This night, Malfoy didn't come in alone though. The same blonde woman that had been flirting with him on Saturday had come in with him, ordered a couple shots of straight Tequila, and was chatting animatedly with him. He recognized the slight waver around some of their clothing articles, a glowing greenish tinge that meant they had an Anti-Muggle hearing charm on. It merely let them talk about wizardries without Muggles noticing the strange topic.
'They must've each put it on their clothes or something before they came in because they wouldn't have been able to cast it in the bar, packed full of Muggles.' Rathe inched closer after a while when their conversation looked like it had become a bit serious, growing curious as to their topic, when he was called over to a table in the middle of the room, a frequent customer calling him over specifically.
"The usual, Joe?" he called, grinning. A nod confirmed him so he mixed the man's 'Sex On the Beach' and slipped from behind the bar with the drink on a large tray, sidling between a couple of standing groups to reach the table. He expertly swooped the drink onto the table in front of the man and took the empty glasses off their table and the next one he passed, balancing them on a tray and turning back towards the bar. He dropped the dirty glasses off in the kitchen and then gave a few people sitting around the bar refills, trying to avoid Malfoy and his girlfriend as much as possible.
By the end of the night, Rathe was happy to leave. Malfoy had stayed later than his date (who had left at 11) and had been observing everything from the small booth in the corner that he had procured shortly after, after a surprisingly short wait.
From time to time, Rathe had glanced over there and on more than one occasion had seen Malfoy staring in his general direction, which started making him a bit jumpy after about an hour of it. Unfortunately his nervousness seemed to make him more noticeable to Malfoy.
"Rathe… Rathe!" Rathe jerked his head over so fast that he put a crick in his neck. He rubbed his neck where the sharp pain was coming from and then turned to James, one of his regulars and his friend.
"Why don't you go over and say hi to the stud? I've noticed he keeps checking you out as well…" James simpered when Rathe blanched. He loved teasing Rathe, trying to 'turn him.'
"Do you realize who that is?" Rathe hissed at him between gritted teeth. James shook his head, his long, straight, bright blue hair bouncing back and forth, and smirked.
"Why? Do you already know his life story? What… is he a pole dancer or something? You don't want to catch an STD or somethin' from him? I mean… with a hot body like that, he's got to be a stripper or something!" Rathe made a noise like he was choking and then turned away, putting his back to the man in question.
"Are you daft! That so-called 'stud' is Draco Malfoy!"
"Ah hah! You do think he's hot. So… rich and sexy…" He clasped his hands together and raised them to his chin, putting on his puppy-dog eyes. "Aww come on… Go over there. You never talk to anyone," he whined and then muttered "not even chicks…" nausea overcoming 'the look.' Rathe held up his hands and shrugged. "No? Well I guess I could give him a trial run for you…" James flashed Rathe an evil grin and made to go over to Malfoy's table, but Rathe grabbed him by the arm.
"You go over there and I swear you will never gloat about your prick again!" James' eyes widened and then, as James is prone to do, he covered his crotch with both hands and yelled, "You wouldn't do that to an old swish now would you!"
"You're only 20!"
He lowered his voice a little since he had the attention of most of the regulars, ignoring Rathe's comment. "You cruel, cruel man." he sighed and raised his voice again in mock distress, much to the amusement of everyone around him. "He's threatening to take my bloody mmph!" Rathe grabbed his arm and twisted it up and behind his back and covered his mouth before he could make anymore of a scene to embarrass him, but the rest of the bar, well aware of James' usual antics, laughed a good ten minutes more. Rathe got at least a dozen pats on the back and offers for assistance, but he just laughed and kept at his job.
After most of the activity had died down, Rathe guessed it was around 2:50AM, he looked over where Malfoy had been sitting. He wasn't there. Rathe turned around to wipe off the rest of the counter, feeling relieved to be out from under his scrutiny and nearly jumped backwards when he found Malfoy sitting at the bar. Rathe tried to slow his pounding heart.
"Excuse me, sir," Rathe caught himself from wincing, "but its almost closing time," Rathe told him gently, not knowing just how much he had had to drink. "Do you want me to call you a cab?" Malfoy shook his head.
"Nah. I'm fine. I've only got maybe an hour's walk to my flat." Rathe looked surprised.
"You aren't living in the Manor?" The blonde looked up sharply at him.
"How do you know… ah… never mind," he chuckled. Rathe had to look down at the table he was wiping down to keep from staring in surprise.
'Malfoy just chuckled… Merlin, the world is going to end…'
"You overheard Ms. Skeeter the other day, didn't you?" This time, Rathe did look up in surprise.
"Ms.?" he asked. "You two looked like you were a couple, I assumed…'
"Nah… I only met her a few days ago." Malfoy smiled at Rathe. "You can go after her if you want," he added and then laughed softly again. "She's not my type." A loud toll sounded throughout the room announcing closing time and causing Malfoy to jump… and spill his drink all over his pants. "Bloody hell..." he cursed.
"Jumpy are we?" Rathe teased gently. Malfoy glanced up at him and made a face, blotting at the dark spot on his pants with a napkin. "Here," he said, handing him a towel from behind the bar.
"And for the record, how many have you had? Just the two I served you?" The blonde nodded, still dabbing at his pants. "We have a washing machine upstairs if you want to wash them." Malfoy winced when he said 'machine.'
"I could never figure out how the bloody hell to use those damn Mu… machines…" he confided softly, after hurriedly correcting himself. Rathe smirked, catching the almostslip-up.
"Don't worry. I'm the only one here and I'm closing up. If you want I can show you." 'Why have the last couple encounters with him been so out of character?' Rathe wondered to himself as he started to walk from behind the counter. The blonde shook his head.
"No thanks. I'll be fine. Er… dry… cleaners in the morning I guess," he admitted without too much difficulty thinking of the Muggle term. Rathe guessed as soon as he was alone or in his flat he would spell the stain away, so he shrugged and played along, walking Malfoy to the door.
Malfoy waved without turning around as he turned right and walked down the dark street. Rathe raised an eyebrow and then shut and locked the door, turning the open sign around. He finished cleaning the bar and locking everything up and then punched out as soon as the 3:30AM toll sounded, activated his Portkey and disappeared.
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>>> Wednesday, September 24 >>>
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Draco nearly fell out his chair when a sharp thud on his desk caused him to jerk awake. He had propped his head up for a mere second and… fell asleep within moments. He looked up. And up. Shacklebolt had two hands flat on his desk and looked like it was he that had slammed his hands on Draco's desk to wake him.
"Draco," he started slowly, "this isn't like you. You've been late two days within one week, not to mention I've personally caught you falling asleep on your desk at least three times. Is there something going on? Do you need some time off? Are you sick?" He paused and then added "because… if you don't start shaping up soon I am going to leave you at your desk for another month." He quirked an eyebrow when Draco's mouth dropped and he started to protest, but Draco caught himself.
Draco looked down.
"I just… haven't been sleeping very well lately," Draco explained carefully, lips tight. 'That and going to the Tattoos and Scars each night…' He had been going to the bar every night, carefully taking note of the different bartenders, bouncers, managers, and even the dishwashers when he could manage it. He was making sure no one he knew from personal experience or work would be showing up uninvited and keeping tab on who usually comes in when. Strangely, so far, each day he has seen (and started a short conversation with) that Rathe guy in the bar, usually (when Draco had actually stayed that long) all the way until closing time at 3AM. Whether he was keeping an eye on Draco, or just very dedicated, Draco had yet to determine.
"Well then, start going to bed earlier. Either that or go 'out' sooner and come back sooner." Shacklebolt quirked an eyebrow and then walked away, arms folded. Draco let his head fall to his desk, a resounding thud unheard above the noise in the office issuing from his head making contact with the hard desk.
'Fuck…' he groaned to himself. 'How the bloody effing hell…' Draco sighed when he understood. 'Doesn't Dumbledore keep anything to himself?' Draco hit his head on the desk a few more times before leaving it there and cursing his blind pride in his skills.
"You know," a voice chimed above his head, "I'm no expert… but I doubt that's the best way to write up reports…" Draco glanced up and nearly fell off his chair… again. Sirius stood over him, grinning from ear to ear. Draco stood up and clasped his hand, grinning warmly at him. They hugged momentarily, each giving the other a hearty pat on the back, and then Draco motioned for him to sit down in front of his desk.
"So… what news from Transylvania?" Draco joked. Sirius shook his head and laughed.
"The Muggle idea is that vampires come from Transylvania, not werewolves," he explained in mock-exasperation, like he did every time Draco made the joke.
Draco sat back in his chair and studied the long-haired man before him. Sirius looked good, a lot better than the last Draco had seen him, nearly eight months ago. He looked like he had toned up a bit, and he had definitely tanned some from being in the United States for a few months on vacation.
"So are you two going to be here for a while? Or are you and Remus planning on staying in Ohio for the rest of your lives?" he joked. Sirius shook his head.
"Nah. We figured we might as well be here with friends. So… tell me. How has the working side of the world been coming along?"
"I've actually been doing pretty good. I graduated Auror classes about two months after you two left for the States." Sirius goggled at him.
"Are you serious?" Draco interrupted him with a quick, "having memory loss or something? You're Sirius!" but Sirius continued. "I can't believe you graduated this quickly! What does it usually take? Two years? Three?"
"Five, actually, including summers off, three straight through, and I'm going to be out on the streets working hands-on in a matter of days," Draco told him confidentially. "I haven't told the guys from the academy yet though. I think they may get a tad bit rowdy again." Which was an understatement. When Draco had graduated his first year, they had piled all his books, clothes, and magical supplies, including his wand, on a one way flight for Australia. Lets just say they were hysterical and grabbing where they thought they didn't have their manhood anymore for about a week… or four.
"So, you still planning on finding your father?" Sirius finally asked. Draco nodded. "I wish you the best then." Sirius sighed. "I want to go out to a bar tonight, grab a drink… wanna come along?" Draco held up one finger. "Two conditions. One, if you let me finish up here first; I only need about an hour and a half more to finish my shift. Two, I get to pick the bar."
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Just so ya know, people, I have no clue what any good alcoholic drinks would be in England. So don't get on my case, lol, kay? And another thing... what is the legal drinking age in England? I'm hoping its less than in the States... otherwise i just screwed up this story a bit #wince# lol...
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Okay… request to all you Brits out there. I need a list of insulting terms (and definitions) that are used in everyday England. They don't have to be extremely insulting, just things you would call your friends if they were being stupid etc, etc or bitchy. It doesn't really matter. But it would be a great help! - Thanks!
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Acknowledgements and Answers (A.K.A. thanks for reviewing):
Daemon-In-White: lmao… teehee… I love bored(dot)com! Tis funny… I've been going there for a few years now. And… oftener… is a word… O.o wtf? I was about to say it isn't… but… my spell check just said it was… so… hmm… I shall now have to ponder this… #checks dictionary on computer# I guess… it is short for 'oftentimes'… wow… I guess you learn things every day… teehee V-V'… also, thanks again for the pep talk etc and I'm glad you like my story! #grins# (grr… I want to do the kitty face I am obsessed with, but the 'less than' sign thingy won't stay on cuz it is part of the html thingy or whatever for changing the font etc… GRRR!)
sbkar: Those are awesome questions and I promise they will be answered in the fic! But, unfortunately, if I tell you now, it shall ruin part of the story… but I can tell you #looks mysterious# that your 3rd and 4th question are both incorporated in the spell that Harry cast… MUAH HA HA HA HA! #cough cough# and the 1st and 2nd question will be answered soon… maybe… #kitty smiley face# and another thing… who says he looks so much like him? #glares# oh and, sorry if it seems that way so far, but with #1, that's not how I wanted people to look at their… er… relationship… its not that and you will understand more as the story goes on.
TheTrioLivesOn: Yay! Cookie! I shall update now cuz I have a cookie #kitty smiley face#and thanks… I think… lol… I'll try to not kill it
caz-felton-malfoy: Grr… now I wanna know what you think the plot shall be… grrness… lol… I hope I will surprise you with the direction it will go... I'll give you a cookie if you tell!
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THANKS ALL FOR REVIEWING AND READING!
(If I didn't answer anyone that commented on the previous chapter before this one was up, I'm sorry, and if you message me I will correct the error! Thanks!)
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