I Do Not own Harry Potter or Scott Pilgrim Vs The World (The Movie or the Books)

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Wallace hummed to himself as he let his eyes roam over the semi-crowded club. People were on the dance floor, dancing and grinding, and half making out in many cases. The people at the bar were all lively and chatty and talking up storms, the whole place filling with the sound of mumbled words and music. Wallace sipped his drink and tried to find a target….victim….date. Yes, date. Let's go with that one.

Not many people were alone, even in a gay bar, and the few that were, well, Wallace did have standards. He ran his eyes over all the people that had a single air around them or sat alone. First thing he looked for was dark hair. Half the people he saw had it. So he looked for the next feature, slender. He liked them lean, not overly muscle-y and not skinny as a pole. Finding his numbers narrowed down, but not all that much he looked for the third and final feature; Glasses. He was a sucker for a man in glasses.

This narrowed his choices down to two people. Putting on his most charming smile he headed for the first person, and abruptly turned around as he realized that the guy was actually a girl and was now making out with her girlfriend. That left one last person. Said person was sitting at the bar counter, nursing a half full cup of some sort of fruity drink.

Wallace stepped through the crowd easily, eyes locked on his ….date, or what would be his date in a few minutes. Reaching the man he glared at the man in the next seat until he hastily shuffled a few stools over Sitting beside the man, who had yet to notice him he reordered a new drink.

"Could I interest you in a fuller drink?" Wallace asked the man charmingly.

The man finally blinked and turned to face him slightly. And Wallace fell in love. He had the greenest eyes hiding behind pretty wire frame glasses. He was beautiful.

"Oh! Um…thanks, but I'm good with this one for now." The man said.

Wallace felt his smile widen at the sound of a British accent. Most people were suckers for any kind of accent and Wallace was no exception.

"Suit yourself." Wallace smiled, "So what are you doing here by yourself?"

The man blushed lightly, dusting the skin across his pale nose with pink. Wallace found it looked adorable.

"Well I was looking to relax." The man shrugged, "But now I'm kind of bored."

"Really? Well, I'm Wallace."

"Harry."

"Nice to meet you Harry."

"You to, Wallace."

"So are you on vacation?"

"Yeah, I'm doing a bit of travelling. Graduated two years past form a boarding school and decided I wanted to get out more."

At least Wallace knew he was legal now. The man had features that said he was young.

"So how did you end up in a place like Toronto, Canada?"

The man shrugged with a slight smile and drank the rest of his drink.

"Just wanted to visit every where I could." He said. "And I'm kind of trying to avoid a freak, stalking ex-girlfriend of mine. Just trying to get a way."

Wallace was struck with a sense of deja-vu. 'Now where have I heard this before. Oh that's right. Scott's girlfriend.'

"Only one ex?" he asked lightly.

"Yeah. Why?" Harry blinked.

"My best friend just got together with a girl but had to fight of her seven evil exes."

"…Wow…just wow."

"I know. It kept things interesting for a while though."

"I guess it would. Wouldn't want to be the girl though. One ex is more then enough for me when she's this creepy."

"So, a girl?" Wallace said after a moment. "How come you're at a gay bar then?"

"She was enough to make me run towards the joys of homosexuality without looking back."

Wallace laughed aloud and clapped him on the back.

"Well my friend, were you looking for a date?"

"Um, sorta, why?" Harry blinked in the cutest bemused way.

"Because my friend, I'm a sucker for dark haired men with glasses." Wallace smiled blowing across his ear.

Harry gave a shudder and Wallace saw something in his eyes spark.

"I was always a sap for tall dark haired men." Harry smiled.

"Perfect." Wallace grinned before pressing his lips to Harry's.

Harry responded eagerly, kissing back with passion and soon the bar tender was yelling at them to get a room. Wallace paid for both their drinks (under some protest) and told the bar keeper that's exactly what he intended on doing (which shut the drink-paying protests up). Hopefully this would last more then a night which had first intended, cause Harry was really, really good with his tongue if the kisses were any indication.

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The End

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