Carridwen

"In the dark, We come out and play,

We are its children, And we're here to stay.

Running through, Hungry for strays,

No invitation, Take me away.

Im not cruel, But thats still what you see.

Club to club, Come see this city with me.

Hungry for life, Without your pity.

I dont want it, But you give it." - "Vanished" Crystal Castles



He opened the door of the darkened limousine, stretched across the grounds of Malfoy Manor, a sight surely never supposed by the ancestors of the pureblood lineage. Pansy Parkinson was nearly in tears as she looked at him, clad in a short, strapless couture dress that seemed almost like silver wrapping paper pulled tightly around her body and tied to a bow above her heart. Draco Malfoy chuckled, The birthday girl is a birthday gift.



"Oh, Drake, you didn't!" She stepped into the car, small feet held in dangerously steep stilettos.



"Oh, but I did." The blond smiled surreptitiously at her, stepping in and shutting the door of the limo behind himself. His white tuxedo coat had a black satin trim, and he pulled a small box from his tight, dark denim jeans.



"Now, this is a gift from just me," Draco smiled at the tear threatening to smudge her mascara. He had a silent bet going with himself on whether or not she could stay composed. He set the small box in her hand. "I hope you like it."



She pulled the velvet box to her chest, as if to absorb it, but held it out to open it with shaky fingers. Inside was a large tear-shaped amethyst hanging from a simple platinum chain. She jumped into Draco's arms, all but sobbing.



"This. Is. The best. Birthday. Ever." She would soon have to reapply her mascara with her wand tip.



"I know." The blond man smoothed her hair as the limo took them to the already bustling club.



The Loft was surrounded by the heavy London fog, yet a queue had formed extending around the corner from the front doors. A velvet rope separated the main entrance from the bouncer-guarded VIP entrance, and those uninvited to the event still stood in the cold and wet weather hoping for a chance to enter the exclusive establishment.



Pansy's face now free of tear stains, and the gem clasped around her small neck, the petite young woman exited the limousine like a diva, people in the long line hushing at the sight of her and staring in envy. Draco smiled inwardly, stepping behind her and spotting the small group of his "fan club," a small group of young women and men practically seething in jealousy.



Dancing, jewelry, the attention of well, everyone... Draco thought as he looked at the happy smirk settled on Pansy's features, This night is probably everything she could want.



They entered the loud club to find Blaise awaiting them, a number of the invitees already lounging about the dance floor as if waiting for something to happen while pre-recorded tapes played through the speakers.



"Panz!" Blaise smiled around his cigar stub, "You look more than gorgeous." The Italian man looked at her as though he were ravenous and she was edible, before handing her a mixed drink.



Blaise sidled up to Draco and whispered in his ear, "You don't look too shabby either, mio amico."



Draco simply laughed in response, "So everything is going according to plan, here?"



"Yes, Remingford is upstairs getting himself sloshed, the dj booth is set to your likings, and the bartender, Evan, has been told all of Pansy's drinks go to the deejay's tab."



The blond smirked as he walked to the deejay booth, calling over his shoulder, "Then take the birthday girl for her first dance, I've got some magic to be making."



The next few hours went on smoothly, Pansy continued to get more and more tipsy, and Remingford attempted to interrupt Draco's set more than once. Three songs before his self-alotted break, there was a slight ripple in the dancing masses, a simultaneous turn of heads, and Draco found his eyes gravitating towards a small, slender woman with trailing blonde hair and a short sheer violet kimono styled dress, complete with plunging neckline and what seemed to be well-placed glamours where undergarments or intimate parts should have been seen.



But as Draco looked on, it was not the familiar nymph-like girl that was catching the attention of the crowd, but rather the lean man standing over her, looking obviously in wonder of the club's lights and various chandeliers and disco balls. His face was turned away from Draco, but he could make out the tight white denim over the man's legs and the black and gray striped shirt, a gray blazer with sleeves casually pulled up, all settled over simple converse sneakers. When the man turned his full attention to the front of the dance floor, Draco found himself caught in a wave of emerald, as Harry Potter escorted Luna Lovegood into the masses.



Draco had to forcibly shake himself to keep from staring. The messy haired brunette on the floor had begun moving next to Luna, dancing with her and smiling brightly. Draco felt an odd emotion flow through him as he hoped Harry was enjoying himself as much as possible.



The blond raised an eyebrow at his own thought and looked down at his turn table, feeling another wave of emotion, more akin to casting lumos in a darkened cave, I can control Harry's night...



He pushed a button and tapped his touchscreen, scrolling to another song and mixing volume and bass levels, as the masses began a momentous dance, a slow build up of happiness - more movement than lustful gyrations.



He had two more songs before he'd allow himself to descend onto the floor and casually bump into Harry, and he'd make sure Harry was as ready as he was.



~



He spun a slow web of movement from his dj booth, fluctuating the music from outrageous happiness to luxurious enjoyment, before settling on the song he would depart for his break with, before his timers would automatically start the pre-recorded tapes.



He wanted the bass line to linger, something not too heavy, yet not too frisky. He flicked a switch, and "Vanished" by Crystal Castles came on, then another switch and it sounded like the bass line eased, adding an electronica wave behind it. He flicked a final switch, and the sound of a slow thunderstorm rumbled behind the music. He left his dj booth.



He walked through the crowd with a purpose, the bodies pressing sweaty against him as he made his way through the thrashing wave of people. There was glitter, there were glow sticks, and he was sure more than one person was drifting away on ecstasy or experimental potions. But he looked forward, just under the lowest disco ball, where green eyes gleamed out like a beacon brighter than any flashing light in the club.



Harry was moving to the beats hypnotically, swaying and gyrating with the crowd. He was helpless to the music, powerless, just as anyone there was; but there was something so much... more about him.



Luna Lovegood swayed next to him, the perfect image of a gypsy, and Draco had memories of Romanian bonfires flash though his eyes - the way Sera had danced when she was drunk, the way old muggle hippies danced in the rain.



Harry's back was to him now, and Draco felt a small thrill roll up his spine. What would the brunette say? How would he react? Did he know Draco was there, even? Was he thinking of him?



Draco pulled back a second too soon, and wanted to smack his own forehead in stupidity. Of course Harry wasn't thinking of him, the brunette had only had brief contact with him that week. Draco's crush was already getting ahead of itself, and he would be damned if he acted like the fools always portrayed in movies.



He watched Harry a moment longer, feeling more and more empowered as the shorter man danced as though entranced by the music, his movements were like liquid, his hips hypnotizing.



It was a party. It was a club. Why should Draco Malfoy care if Harry Potter thought he was being too forward?



He grabbed the man's hips almost by accident, his own movements controlled by instinct alone. He gave in, he gave in to the music, and he gave in to the sensations coursing through his veins as he brought his body against Harry's. The brunette kept moving, as though mentally enjoying the addition of a dance partner, rocking his hips in sync with Draco.



Draco heart flipped as the other man stilled his motion and turned around inquisitively, peering at Draco through the hazy lights of the club, eyes widening in surprise.



"Draco?" Harry's voice was muffled by the music, but Draco could feel the word slide off his tongue.



"Fancy a dance?" He gave his best confident smirk, but he felt his cheeks flaming up, hoping the poor lighting would conceal his blush.



"Sure." Harry smiled brightly, and Draco wondered if maybe he'd been too hasty to call himself the fool.



~



Draco hadn't been sure how long they'd been dancing. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours... weeks, years...



He could keep it up forever, if this was what being with Harry would be like. The brunette moved him as though they were one person, and their bodies filtered the music as though it beat through their veins. It was beautiful. It was art work.



He could feel the burning eyes of his fan club, feel their jealousy as he danced with this beautiful man. He could hear murmurs through the crowd about the dj's disappearance, and questions of why the music wasn't changing. He thought he could even hear Pansy's drunken laughter as she danced without care across the dance floor. He probably should have cared about some of it. Any of it.



But with Harry in his arms, writhing against him in a way that set his soul on fire, in a way that was beyond physical attraction... he couldn't really think.



Harry's back was pressed against his chest, and once again he turned around, facing Draco and looking into his eyes. He opened his mouth, as though to say something, but closed it and stared off to the side. He made another attempt, but bit his tongue, holding Draco's gaze.



Draco leaned forward, saying against Harry's ear, "You dance beautifully." He was embarrassed and collected in his admission, but waited to hear how it would be reacted to.



Harry looked away bashfully, a small smile tugging at his lips.



"So, how about this dj? He's apparently disappeared for some time," Harry laughed conversationally against Draco's ear, ignoring the compliment.



Draco laughed, genuinely and deeply, inching ever closer to Harry. "I am the dj, Harry..."



He let his words trail off as he licked a line across Harry's earlobe, struck by his own boldness and drugged on music and the green-eyed man in his arms. He felt the shiver that traveled bodily through the brunette and...



"Draco! There you are!" Blaise clasped a hand down on the blond's shoulder, effectively breaking the couple apart, and breaking the moment. "Remingford's getting just sober enough to notice the dj's been missing. You need to get back to work, amico."



Draco grated his teeth and glared at Blaise, casting a last longing look towards Harry, who was staring on in bewilderment.



"I will talk to you about this later."Draco said murderously to the italian man, who was already looking lustfully at the smaller brunette.



"Harry! How good to see you here!" Blaise slung an arm casually around Harry's shoulders and began to lead him off the dance floor.



Draco shook his head, walking woefully back to his dj booth, hearing Blaise's lilting voice through the crowd, "How about I get you a drink, Harry?"







A/N: soooo. this story has been on hiatus for awhile, and i sincerely apologize.

TO ALL OF MY FAITHFUL READERS - the few of you that are out there - i owe you an apology. my parents got a messy divorce, full of details that are painful; my friend attempted a suicide; i fell in and out of romance, and got my heart broken all over again; ive been re-establishing my life.

so, the story should be getting back on track. expect another update in another week.

ALSO, this chapter is un-beta'd right now. i wanted to post it more than i wanted to wait til the morning to have it edited... my beta will probably see the story pop up on the threads and be unhappy with me, but alas. (side note to cronikartist, you know i love you more than life itself.)



Digitallace - you're awesome. i hope you'll still keep up with this story, even though i havent managed an update since november... you're my hero, though. love love love all your work.



undisclosedtoyou - thanks. thats a really refreshing review; i really liked the idea of making pansy likeable, and i had some help coming up with ideas for blaise... i always read stories where the "likeable" characters are really really annoying, so i wanted to create people i could see myself hanging out with. just wait til you meet the less likable characters... haha, im pretty sure the next chapter will enlighten readers as to who the protagonists of this tale are.



thrnbrooke - you're adorable!! i think thats about all i have to say here... ill attempt to post chapter 11 asap to satisfy your harryxdraco4ever needs :D





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