Lines of Love and Hate

Dare To Dance?

“You have to tell me!”

Well, Draco had no intentions of ever letting Pansy find out where or what or who he did every Friday night. The muggle bar, not far from Hogsmeade, had become one of his ways of working off the stress from school, the disappointment from his father, and the god- damned Lust that had finally built up enough momentum to plow through his self- denial.

The surprisingly modern bar was a popular place for kids in their late teens and early twenties to come to dance and to drink in a relatively relaxed environment. Draco, though, rarely danced; instead preferring to down a few drinks; a.k.a.. sulk; while waiting for someone, male or female, to approach him with a proposition into their beds. If no one did, which seemed to only happen when he came to the bar too pissed off to do anything but drink, Draco would drink himself into oblivion and accept the bartender's ever- present offer. Either way, he was going home with someone.

Tonight, thankfully wasn't one of those nights. Tonight, he was feeling good. Tonight, he was feeling seductive and actually felt like seducing someone into his bed for a change.

***Six Hours Earlier***

Draco wasn't having a great day, so when he opened the door to the Potions' classroom it was with a bang... or would have been if Harry Potter hadn't been standing on the other side.

When Draco heard the rather familiar voice cursing with some rather colorful language, Draco couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped from his throat... nor could he stop his hand from offering Potter help up... or the ribbon of lust that settled warmly in his lower stomach when said hand was gripped by Potter's... and he definitely couldn't stop the heat that surged downward when an emerald gaze swept down his body the same time as the sliver of pink tongue ran over full lips, as said lips caste a small, appreciative smirk in Draco's direction...

***Present Time***

It was ridiculous how just a bloody look from Potter could turn Draco's day around, how it made him feel so bloody good as to want to want to actually work for his “date” tonight... absolutely ridiculous.

After downing a shot of vodka, a drink he had become rather enamored with, Draco settled his sexist smirk into place as he surveyed the dance floor. The floor was packed, but it wasn't hard for Draco's eye to catch on someone... a very familiar someone.

The wild, raven locks were spiked with gel, the glassless green eyes were outlined in black kohl, the tanned skin glistened with a slight sheen of sweat...

Draco swallowed hard as his eyes trailed down the plain, but tight black t- shirt down over a hard, defined chest to a pair of dark wash, skin tight jeans that had fallen low on sharp hip- bones, but somehow still clung to every curve of the perfect arse, bulging groin, and long legs.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Draco used that instantaneous wave of arousal and put it into his already predatory stance. The crowd seemed to part for Draco as he walked straight to the mischievous emerald stare. It only took five strides to get to Harry, a second to wrap an arm around the other seeker's waist, and a thought to cover the smirking lips.

When asked later, Harry would devilishly deny that any sort of bribery, threatening behavior, or blackmail was used to learn of Draco's Friday night whereabouts. And when later confronted, Draco would growl, wrap a possessive arm around Harry's waist, and tell everyone that he didn't turn on the Malfoy seduction for just anyone and that when he finally did, he was hardly going to let that someone go.

So, it's safe to assume that all's fair in love and war.

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