Dragon's Desires

Chapter 2: Identity Revealed

Harry’s heart was thumping painfully and excitingly in his chest as he was announced the winner of the new summer job. He couldn’t believe he was about to become a part-time stripper, part-time performer/dancer. He took another look at the blonde aristocrat, who still had his shirt, and gave him a thorough searching look. Wondering why on earth Malfoy of all people would be in a gay club.

Shouldn’t he be making arranged marriages or getting some chick knocked up? Typical of Malfoy to contradict himself! Harry thought, but was broken out of it when Andrew came up to him and told him to follow him.

They went behind the bar, out through a door to find a comfortable looking room with a small square table in the middle with 4 chairs situated around it.

“Come, sit down. What can I offer to drink?” Andrew asked.

“Firewhiskey.” Harry replied, as Andrew went out to the bar and came back with a drink in each hand. Harry looked at the black swirly substance in Andrew’s drink, wondering on earth what it was.

“Night-rum.” Andrew replied, “Just got it seems to be favorable by the guests first tasted when I was over in Scotland. Really delicious, addictive though. Would you like one?”

“No thanks, I’ll drink this first.” Harry said, taking a small sip of Firewhiskey and sighing as he felt it run down his throat.

“So congratulations. That was some performance you put on tonight, the crowd absolutely loved you. Was it your first time up on stage performing?”

Harry hesitated slightly in answering. What happened if he said ‘yes’? Would he kick him out and get Lee back? Or would he actually keep him.

Andrew must have noticed Harry’s hesitation as he said calmly, “It’s alright, Seth. Just wondering, you must be a natural. Even my regular performers have trouble captivating the whole audience, and they’ve been working here and doing it a lot longer than you.”

Harry smiled gratefully at this and gave a small smile and nod to his new boss.

“Ok, first things first. I need you to fill out these forms, for security reasons obviously. You will be getting paid cash, depending how well the audience loves you depends on how much you get, but the way your going after that one performance you should be earning about…lets see, hmmm, about 30-50 galleons a night. After you filled out those forms, hand them to the bar attendant and then you can get back on the stage and show the crowd just how much talent you have!” With that last sentence he went over to the door. “I’ll find you to let you go, probably in about 2 hours, okay? Won’t leave you on too long on your first night. Good luck.” With that he gave Harry a wink, causing Harry to blush slightly, and closed the door behind him.

Harry looked at the forms and started filling them out with all his false details. It took him 30 minutes before he stood up, finished his drink, and went back out to the bar.

“Mr. Linton, told me to give you these.” Harry said.

The bar attendant took them and pointed to the stage. “The crowd wants you. Have fun.”
Before turning around and serving a beef, but fit looking, man that had light brown hair.

Harry made his way out to the stage and found to his surprise that there was a pole their. Harry gulped nervously. The only Harry had experienced with all this was when he tried out, by himself, in the Room of Requirement before leaving school.

Plucking up his Gryffindor courage Harry waved his hand, which caused music to start, before doing a slow, sexy dance towards the pole. Once Harry’s hand touched it he felt himself drawn to it, closing his eyes and relaxing his body while he danced to the music as though he wasn’t aware that he caught the attention of every person, including the staff, and moved and sway his body that had the crowd drooling.

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Exactly two hours later, Andrew came to the stage and announced that Seth had finished for the night but would be back tomorrow night for longer and with new, sexier moves.

Harry found it quite hilarious as he saw that half the men looked flushed or turned on, and was even more amused as he looked through the audience and found himself staring into Malfoy’s grey eyes with were filled with desire and lust. Harry smirked at this, which seemed to snap Malfoy out of his daze, flushing slightly he got up and headed towards the exit.

Harry faced the audience once more and did a bow, which caused the audience to once again whistle, before turning around and doing a sexy strut after Andrew until he was off the stage and behind the bar once more.

“Well I must be honest and say, I was a bit doubtful of accepting you tonight cause of your age I mean you’re only 17 in 2 week’s time if you were a bit younger I would have rejected it immediately. Now I’m quite glad I gave you a chance, your amazing, brilliant, stunning and an attention seeker!” He gave a slight chuckle at that, while Harry blushed, before continuing. “You’re better than I thought or even dreamed off, so I reckon you’ve deserve to be paid 20 galleons for tonight. Who knows, maybe tomorrow you might even earn more than fifty!”

Harry was stunned at all the praise and proud of himself for having to earn 20 galleons for approximately 2 hours! He was loving this summer job more every minute. “Thankyou, Mr. Linton. I’m glad that you let me have the opportunity to try out.” Harry said with a smile.

Andrew returned it with one of his own, before telling Harry goodnight. “Call me Andrew. Oh, by the way that young blonde, good-looking gentleman returned your shirt to the bar before you got back on stage. Wait a minute…here it is.” Andrew continued as he handed Harry the shirt. “The club opens at 6, but starts to pick up at about 7. So can you get here about 6.30pm? I’ll introduce you to one of our other performers then. Goodnight, Seth.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Li…I mean Andrew.” Harry said as he put his shirt on, not even bothering to button it up, grabbed the small pouch of money and went outside before slowly taking off towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry was so deep in thought, thinking about everything that night, until he was interrupted when someone said something to him.

“Nice pants, Dursely.” A voice said, with a hint of sneer, from a bit to Harry’s left. “Or should I say…Potter?”

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He knew who that voice belonged to…Draco Malfoy. How had he been caught? What gave his identity away? How had Malfoy, of all people, noticed?

“What do you want?” Harry snarled.

Malfoy came into view with a smirk plastered on his smug face. “I knew it was you. If you think that your new identity is going to last, then think again. I knew it was you as soon as I saw you walk in.”

Harry gulped. Should he have changed his body shape as well as his facial features? “What made you think it was me, Malfoy? Have you been watching my every single move since we left Hogwarts?” Harry cursed himself as he voice came out, instead of strong and threating, it was laced with despair.

“I’m not some sick stalker you know! You don’t need to know how I noticed you.” Malfoy said. He really didn’t want Harry to find out it was him that sent him the pair of leather pants to him with the attached note saying: See you next year, love Secret Admirer.

Harry snorted not believing for a second that Malfoy wouldn’t ever stalk someone, it was just too bizarre to believe. Harry realized that he needed to know how Malfoy knew it was him and find a way of keeping it quite. He could just imagine the headlines that would come out:

Harry Potter…the things you DIDN’T know about him.

The boy-who-lived to love another boy.

Wizarding Savior, Gay?

Harry shuddered at the thought. No, he needed to shut Malfoy up and fast. Pulling out his wand he slammed Malfoy up against the wall with his wand pointing at his throat.

“Tell me NOW, Malfoy. I have better things to do than to waste my time on you.” Harry sneered coolly, succeeding in seeing a bit of fear flash through his eyes, even if it was just briefly before the familiar mask was back on.

“Surely you can’t be going to shag your girlfriend? That’s right, you’re gay. I guess I was wrong.” Malfoy leered as he provoked Harry, “I’m NEVER going to tell you.”

This caused Harry to grin evilly. “Have it your way then. Let’s see how long you last before you beg to tell me.”

Malfoy looked a bit unsettled, which delighted Harry, at this and wondered if he shouldn’t just tell Potter now or make some reliable excuse. “Do your best then.” Draco snarled, looking into Harry’s eyes. “I’ll never tell you, no matter what spell you put me under, even veritaserum won’t affect me. You can’t make me.”

For some reason this only managed to make Harry grin even more. “Who said anything about torturing, spells or truth potion? I don’t recall it, do you?”

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a very small object which he enlarged it, still keeping Malfoy firmly against the wall, and turned it into a portkey which will take them back to Harry’s room in the Leaky Cauldron. Harry moved the object so both Malfoy’s and his fingers were touching it before activating it.

When Malfoy realized what Potter was going to do, it was too late to fight his way out of it as he felt the familiar sensation of being pulled from his navel. Malfoy collapsed when his feet hit the ground, as he hadn’t quite yet managed the graceful technique, and grabbed at Potter to steady his balance only to fall backwards and land on his back with Potter landing hard on him, causing him to gasp for breath as the wind was knocked out of him.

They laid there for a couple of minutes, before quickly coming to their senses and springing to their feet in unison. Malfoy ran to the door before Potter could do whatever he was planning to get the information out of him.

He reached the door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked, from the inside. Malfoy was slightly scared but more furious than anything.

“Unlock the door, Potter.” Malfoy spat, turning around to find Potter facing him with his wand still raised at the door.

“No.” Harry said simply.

“Let me go.” Malfoy growled.

“No.” Harry said again calmly.

“Why not?”

“Cause you haven’t told me what I wanted to know yet.”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Malfoy asked trying to sound politely curious, while on the inside he was battling an internal war against if he should tell Potter some lie that will get him off his case.

“I thought that was obvious. I don’t want anyone else to know.” Harry said sounding slightly desperate.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Now let me go.” I mean really who does he think I am? It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. Well, not now anyway… Malfoy though evilly with a hidden smirk.

“Not good enough. I want to know how you knew it was me!” Harry was starting to lose his patience with Malfoy and was starting to advance on him, his want still raised.

“Fine. I just knew it was you, ok? I’ve known you long enough, how could I not?” Malfoy hoped to all the gods out their, that his excuse, even though feeble as it is, would convince the raven hair teen to back off and leave him alone.

“Liar!”

Malfoy was starting to get desperate as Potter was still advancing on him. How had he known he was lying? He was a Malfoy for crying out loud! All Malfoy’s get taught in the art of lying, without being detected, when they were old enough to think for themselves. Potter seemed to have been thinking along something similar, because he answered the unspoken question.

“I walked past both Ron and Hermione on the way to the club. They looked at me and you could tell they didn’t recognize me at all.”

“How do you know that?” The Slytherin asked with genuine curious.

“Because...Hermione gave me…a disgusted look.” Harry said trying to keep the hurt out of his voice and was angry with him when he didn’t disguise it well enough.

“Your friends don’t know you’re gay?” Now Malfoy was really surprised. Surely they must’ve known? I mean come on! They were his BEST friends. How could they not know he was gay? Honestly! Some friends they are.

“They don’t. And stop avoiding the question. How did you know it was me?” Harry asked as he stopped, where he was close enough that there noses were mere millimeters away from touching.

Malfoy didn’t say anything, simply because he didn’t have anything to say. He wasn’t about to tell Potter the truth anytime soon. He was just going have to play along with the game and try to keep his mouth shut the whole time.

Harry gave a small smirk as he lowered his wand, but didn’t slacken his grip. “Have it your way then, Malfoy. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that Harry brought up his hand…

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A/N: So what do you think? I hope you like it. I’m open for any suggestions or ideas if you have them. And please, don’t forget to review so I know if you like it or not! And of course to peruse me to update....