Chapter 6
Draco sat at the bar skulking. Maybe the Weaselette was having him on and Harry really wasn't interested in him. Draco finally gathered up the courage and asked Harry out to a gay wizarding club. He had been thrilled when Harry accepted his invitation but it was now beginning to look like he was going to get stood up. He threw back another shot of the bright blue drink and cursed under his breath. Maybe Harry changed his mind. Maybe he didn't really like Draco. Maybe he was in on it.
Draco flagged the bartender down and ordered another drink.
Draco had been waiting for over two hours, glowering more with each passing minute. He'd had half a mind to take up with the next guy who sidles up to him, provided that he measure up to Draco's standards of course.
Just then a warm hand on his left shoulder broke through his stupor. Draco turned immediately, eyes bright hoping that it was Harry.
"Oh." He said.
"You seem disappointed. Expecting someone else?" The man leered.
"Yes I was…" Draco trailed off. "I mean… I am…"
"Give it up Draco. He's not interested in you."
Draco's heart sunk, realizing that he was probably right. He grimaced and tried to remove the hand on his shoulder. The man's grip tightened, refusing to let Draco go.
"Let go." Draco demanded over the loud music.
"You don't have a chance with him. He's the bloody savior for merlin's sake." The man said staring down at Draco.
"You don't know that…"
The man laughed, throwing his head back, the sound harsh and cruel.
"You don't deser—"
Suddenly a hand reached out to touch Draco's right elbow from behind. Another went up to his chin and with a strong and firm grip titled Draco's face sideways. Before Draco could make any sense of what was happening, lips descended on his. Draco's eyes widened and it was only then that he was bright green eyes mere centimeters from his own. The kiss was hot and passionate but lasted only for a few seconds before Harry pulled away.
"I'm sorry I'm late, love." Harry said tenderly. His hair was mussed, his eyes were dark. Harry turned to the other man sharply, removing the hand that still lingered on Draco's shoulder. "Is he bothering you?"
Harry asked Draco as he stepped in between them.
"Uhh." Was the only response Draco could manage, still reeling from shock.
"Give it up. He's not interested in you." Harry said sternly, echoing what the man had said earlier, his voice low and commanding. Draco suppressed a groan as realization struck him. Harry heard their little exchange. He only probably kissed Draco because of his savior complex.
"Okay, okay. I got it." The main conceded, holding his hands up. "See you around Draco."
"See you around, Oliver." Harry said as he watched the man disappear into the crowd.
Harry then turned to face Draco and it was only then that Draco noticed that the man was still in his Auror robes.
"I'm sorry I was late. We had an emergency at work." Harry said sheepishly with a boyish grin.
"It's okay." Draco said. "You didn't have to do that for me."
"Do what?"
"Kiss me to make him go away." Draco looked away from the intense green eyes staring back at him.
Harry placed a warm hand on his chin and tilted his face for the second time that night. "I kissed you because I wanted to." He whispered as he moved in for another kiss.
Their lips touched gently at first before hands entangled themselves into Draco's hair. Draco's lips parted his lips and Harry all but devoured him after that. Harry plundered Draco's mouth, licking the insides of his mouth, nibbling and biting his lips.
Harry finally pulled back, his pupils blown and his lips swollen. Draco was mesmerized. And very. Very. Aroused.
"Let's get out of here." Harry invited coyly as he took Draco's hand into his own. Draco nodded in a daze and followed the warm hand that led him to floo area near the entrance of the club.
Harry took a handful of floo power and whisked him away into the dark green flames.