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A/N: I'm so sorry guys. Real Life took over, and I just couldn't write. Ever. It sucked. Majorly. I had this ridiculous test, with like a million things to memorize, and…well I won't bore you. And then, when I did go to edit this chapter, I couldn't find it. So Chapter 27 disappeared, along with my outline for the rest of the story, and then I was too depressed to even try. But now, after ItachiMer cheered me on (thank you!)I have written this chapter over again, FINALLY. :] Thank you to all of those who have suffered through the torturously long wait for this chapter, and thank you thank you for reviewing! And the fave and alert adds reminded me that people are still finding this story and want me to write more x.x So, enjoy!
-Just to clarify – the club Harry's at is Muggle. Sorry that wasn't clear!-
Chapter 27
Harry awoke slowly, a tell tale throb behind his eyes alerting him to the forthcoming wince of pain. Memories of the night before slowly trickled into his mind's eye and Harry sat up with a moan.
Flashback
The other man gave Harry a long look, his eyes lingering on Harry's leather clad thighs, fitted silk shirt and scotch soaked lips.
"Another scotch please bartender," the man murmured, his eyes locking with Harry's. "You haven't moved much tonight. Waiting for someone?"
Harry laughed, "Hardly. My godfather dragged me down here and is now getting it on with my boss. It's…disturbing to say the least."
The other man chuckled as he scooted closer to Harry, "And not moving is the best way to avoid them?"
Harry smiled, "Basically, yes."
Keen silver eyes flitted over Harry's face, taking in the glamored brown hair and blue eyes before he murmured, "So, I'm assuming it's your first time here then?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows slightly before nodding, "Yes." Blushing lightly, and feeling like he was a teenager all over again, Harry said, "Should I be admitting that?"
The other man threw his head back and laughed, drawing closer to Harry, "Well, I find myself in the unique position of informing you that you are currently sitting in the 'come-fuck-me' stool."
"What!" Harry jumped off the stool and drew away from it, inadvertently pressing himself right up against the other man.
Silver eyes glittered with amusement as a decidedly Slytherin smirk twitched at his lips, "Oh yes, haven't you noticed the multiple salivating looks being directed towards you since you've sat down?"
Harry shook his, his mind trying to deal with the warm, masculine body that was nearly engulfing him now.
The man bent down to whisper in Harry's ear, his warm breath causing shivers down Harry's back, "Well, aren't I lucky then, for having spoken to you first?"
Harry swallowed as he took a step back and looked up. His brain addled slightly with the copious amounts of alcohol he had imbibed, he had but a moment to appreciate the fact that there were lips descending on his before he was kissed within an inch of his life.
Moaning, he wrapped his arms around the other man's neck, enjoying the sensation of another man's body for the first time after a long drought. While the kiss may not have curled his toes, it was warm, inviting, and quite delicious. His body sure agreed.
After a few minutes, however, his mind began to send flashing red signals that it was too much, too fast. Reluctantly, but resolutely, he stepped away, ceasing the rocking motions the two men had involuntarily begun.
Licking his lips, Harry drew out a saucy smile and said, "I'm afraid, good sir, that I don't just sleep with the first available man, especially when I don't know his name."
The man grinned, silver eyes sparkling and said, "Well then, we ought to remedy that, shouldn't we? My name is Aidan, Aidan McCarthy. And yours?"
Harry smiled, "Evan, Evan Black."
Aidan wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder's, "Well Evan, seeing as I find you quite delectable and delicious, and would love to bed you, I believe it is in both of our interest to get to know each other."
Harry laughed, eyeing the other man lightly, "I'm afraid you'll find that I am not one for one night stands…I…Well, I find them unsatisfying, ironically. So, I shall release you to find another to warm your bed tonight."
Harry began to step away when Aidan's fingers clenched around his wrist, "Now now Mr. Black, you won't be escaping me so quickly. Once I set down a path, I do intend to follow through. Shall we sit?"
Harry was convinced this man would've been a Slytherin, with the amount of smirking he was doing.
End Flashback
Harry had spent a wonderful hour talking to the man, drinking more alcohol, and trading sexual innuendos with him. At the end, as he stood to leave, Aidan had planted another heart-stopping kiss on his lips and whispered, "Owl me," before striding away.
How the man had known he was a wizard was beyond Harry. Though…that was a bit suspicious. Harry frowned, hoping that the man hadn't simply been interested because he had somehow known that the man he was speaking to was Harry Potter, and not Evan Black.
At least he hadn't gone home with the man. Twisting his lips in a grimace, Harry couldn't help but think, would that really have been such a bad thing?
Maybe he should have?
Harry shook his head. He'd saved himself far too many times by going with his gut feeling to start doubting it now. He'd done the right thing, end of story.
Besides, he knew the guy's name. He could always owl him.
Letting his eyes drift to the parchment and quill on the side table, Harry shoved thoughts of Draco and Severus to the back of his mind and picked up the materials.
It was time to move forward.
Draco paced impatiently in front of the fireplace. He'd gone and come back from the hospital, and Potter still hadn't returned. Where the fuck was he?
Sitting down in the armchair nearest the fire, Draco tapped his foot and he stared into the fire.
Fifteen minutes later, a Gryffindor tumbled out.
Harry looked up, a cautious look on his face as he took in Draco, sitting calmly in the armchair by the fire.
"Malfoy."
Draco's eyes narrowed, "Harry."
Harry clenched his jaw, "Was there something you needed?"
Draco nodded, "Yes in fact, I did."
"And?"
"I would like to view my memories."
Harry froze where he stood as he stared at Draco. The Slytherin fidgeted, and said quickly, clearing his throat, "I do not wish to…rekindle…whatever is in those memories. But I do wish to…understand."
Harry looked away, "I don't think there's anything to understand in those memories Draco."
Draco cocked his head, "Isn't that for me to decide?"
Harry pursed his lips. "I'm not sure how…safe it is for you to view them."
Draco waved a hand, "Severus explained this—"
Harry shook his head, interrupting the other man, "Even if they aren't being put back in your head, just seeing them might trigger the reminisces of the memories, and I'm not sure how dangerous that is for you."
Frowning, Draco plowed ahead, "Look Potter, these things are not for you to decide."
Harry flinched slightly at the cold tone.
"I am an adult. I can make my own decisions. And frankly, you do not hold any role in my life where you can make these decisions for me."
Harry jerked, as if in pain, his eyes clouding, before his face blanked.
Draco winced, Draco, you know he's a Gryffindor. They have to be treated with kid gloves. "Potter—"
"If that is the way you feel Malfoy, then those memories are yours and you may do what you wish with them. I simply was providing my advice. But, as I see it is unneeded and unwanted, I shall leave you to your own devices."
"Potter—"
"You will have the memories tomorrow. I have a meeting to attend tonight." Harry spun around, heading towards the steps, ignoring the shadow at the doorway that was Severus.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows, "I thought you'd quit the Aurors."
Harry turned around, his voice devoid of all emotion, "I'm afraid Mr. Malfoy, that I have no reason to inform you of my comings and goings. You will simply have to wait for the memories until tomorrow. Good night." Harry strode up the stairs, his door banging closed.
Severus looked at Draco and lifted his eyebrow, "Well…"
"Oh shut it Severus," Draco grouched, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. "I tried!"
"Of course dear."
Draco glared at his lover, before a calculating gleam appeared in his eyes, "Potter's hiding something."
"Draco…"
"Come now Severus, what if he goes and does something stupid? He is a Gryffindor after all."
Severus looked at Draco for a moment, before glancing up the stairs to where Harry resided. Glaring at the younger man, Severus sighed, "Just this once Draco."
Draco grinned, rising up and twirling his wand about his fingers. "It's Follow the Foolish Gryffindor time!"
A/N2: I know, not nearly long enough. But I promise I'm going to try my utmost best to write the next chapter (and maybe more) during my breaks between studying this week :]
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