Disturbia

This is only the first half I want to see how it does before I finish the rest.

In all honesty even I don't know the point of this one. Working at a theater that plays this song over and over again you kinda just get use to it..... plus kinda sounds cool.

Harry/Draco of course. As afor mention even I don't know the plot yet. So this should be fun.
I own nothing. Not Harry and Draco they belong to J.K and Disturbia belongs to Rihanna.

Put the song on repeat it's fun.

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Disturbia

What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now



Hermoine pushed her best friend towards the club. "Come on, Harry. You promised." Harry glared at the girl. She was right, though. She smiled, her teeth seemed to shine against the dark red lipstick she wore. Her black leather corset over her white poet's shirt made him feel like he had stepped into the movie Labyrinth. Her hair was pulled back and curls fell down passed her mid back. Her eyes seem to glow with wicked promises of fun. "You promised." Harry nodded. The girl grabbed his arm. "I'll make you see that you're making a mistake." Harry allowed himself to be pulled along.



He was getting married in two days and Hermoine decided to try and talk him out of it. He sighed. He was marrying Ginny. That was his life. Destined to live under the same roof as her till his dying day. Now he was happy.... at least he told himself that. 'But you're not. Think about it: if you were happy you wouldn't be here with Hermoine dressed in the Emo fashion of Syltherin colors. And there is no way in hell she would have convinced you to go to a club that He was famous for going to. Well it was only natural he'd be there he did own it.' Harry shook his head. Arguing with himself was not wise in this territory.



The two walk up to the bright flashing lights of The Rabbit Hole. The name was based on the other worldly appearance of the club itself. You really did feel like Alice sometimes. That was until you found the dance floor. Alice was too innocent for that. Hermoine pulled Harry to the front of the line where a tall, extremely buff man stood. He looked at Hermoine with a smile. "Hello, Miss Granger. He's waiting inside for the two of you. Enjoy your trip down the rabbit hole."


Hermoine smiled as Harry blinked. "He?" Hermoine smirked at him.



"Oh, now, Harry. You didn't think I wouldn't pull out the heavy duty stuff." Her eyes lite up with joy as horror fell over Harry's face.



"Hermoine, you didn't. Look Ginny's not so bad." Hermoine rolled her eyes.




"She'll steal your soul and leave you out to dry as she continues her sleeping around. Come on Harry. You know you love him so just let me play Cupid and knock Little Miss Priss off of her little ego mountain. 'Cause I swear to whatever God there is if I hear her brag about how she's marrying the savior again, I will kill her." Hermoine's eyes were slightly wide as her smile gained a small tweek of insanity as she stressed the last four words. When see looked like that Harry didn't doubt her capabilities. 'Ginny was getting very annoying with her bragging and her cheating. The girl could be fucking two guys with three more jacking off in the cornor and a lesbian licking her nipples with me staring at her and still say, "I'm not cheating on you I swear I love you."' Harry was fed up with it.




"What the hell. If all else fails I'll be able to say my wife is the best cock sucker in town and everyone will know that for a fact." Hermoine smiled at him.




"Too true love. Too true." She looked him over one last time. His hair had been shaped into a simi-normal hair style. His bangs fell to one side and little spikes around his head. Harry's glasses were gone and the black eyeliner served it's purpose as Harry's green eyes seemed to glow against his pale skin. Ginny had not allowed her 'man' to play outside in the sun anymore because little whores like Hermoine were watching. Pale looked good on Harry, Hermoine decided. She glanced at his black wife beater peeking slightly beneath the green and black hoodie she had insisted upon. The hood itself was an emerald green and the pockets had little green skulls on them. The jacket was tight on Harry, showing of his form. She let her eyes wander down to his black jeans she had decided was perfect. They snug around Harry's perfect ass and only gave him the dark and very sexy look that she knew was possible. Everything ended with the green and black Converses. No one could dance without a good pair of Converses. Harry was perfect.




A wonderful little sacrifice for Draco. Hermoine adored the little Slytherin prat after he had given Ron the hex of a lifetime for cheating on her, but they had been getting closer since the destruction of the Dark Lord. They found that they had many things in common. He told her everything and she told him everything. She even helped him with the design of The Rabbit Hole. The walls' designs were all her, while Draco set up the dance floor itself. The club was a great tribute to the things that go bump in the night. Things like her. Even Harry didn't know yet, but Hermoine had joined the ranks of the night time crawlers recently. Her lover was one and so, she too took the invitation to join the realm of night, but Harry would soon learn. All she had to do was get him away from Ginny Weasly and get him to admit that his soul mate was none other than, "Draco!"
No more gas in the rear
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it




Harry stared at the walls as they descended into the club itself. He had to admit the place did have an otherworldly feel to it just like everyone had said. Well Ginny. Harry laughed slightly as he remembered that conversation. "Oh, Harry it's amazing. The prat actually created something that was amazing. All the dancing and the music and all the se... sets of music." Harry wasn't stupid. He knew she meant sex and said nothing about it. The girl thought he was stupid but little did she know Harry actually had a brain. 'Then why are you still with her.' Harry glared at his mental self. 'Fuck off! I'm in no mood.' His mental self shrugged.


Harry let his attention fall to the design. The wall blended with strange shapes that seemed to make the people descending relax. It was a spell Harry knew. Hermoine had told him, but it didn't still his upset stomach. The wall soon switched into a darker, wicked design. Little swirling mists of black and purple with hints of red and green. The mists swirled with the music and made the dancer begin to feel at one with the beat and their surroundings. Yes, this was definitely a place Ginny would go. Harry had let his mind drift back to his Fiance when Hermoine screamed, "Draco!"


Harry looked and there he stood. He smiled and hugged Hermoine tightly. "Hey Hermoine." He looked up at Harry, his silver eyes glinting with... lust? Harry shook his head and lowered his gaze. The man was still as hot as they came. His hair wasn't as long as it had once been. It seemed Draco didn't like following his father's fashion sense. His hair wasn't short, but not long and it fell straight as pins. His bangs were pushed to the left side of his face and his eyes had the slightest trace of black eye liner. He wore a white shirt under a long-sleeved black button up, the buttons undone. A silver chain hung down his chest with a medallion that resembled the wall themselves. Swirling shades of color moved with the beat of the music. That was nothing compared to the tight leather pants that he wore that left nothing to the imagination. He was hot. Harry felt a stirring inside of him.

It was an emotion that he had long since put away. His love for Draco. He had promised Hermoine one chance to convince him not to marry Ginny. Though she was a whore, a very big one, she did keep him from being lonely. He never slept with her, not because she didn't want it but more out of some self-respect. She swore he would sleep with her on their honeymoon, though. She wanted the virgin Harry to herself. What she didn't know, and known to only two other people in the world, was that Harry wasn't a virgin. The culprit now stood three feet in front of him and he knew that those pants did nothing but hide the true serpent inside.

Draco was the most amazing thing Harry had ever seen or felt. He was at least a foot long and that was enough to make Harry's jaw drop the first time. Oh yes, there had been many more times after that but the first time had him so shocked and yet so excited that he actually drooled slightly on himself. Draco had laughed and Harry had blushed. Harry could just remember the feeling as Draco slid his big, hard....."Harry!" Harry shook his head.


"Huh what. Yeah. I'm here." Harry blushed slightly as the two stared at him.

"Did you hear my question?" Hermoine smirked knowing the answer was no.

"If I just say yes now can we skip all the painful torture you're going to induce until I do agree." Hermoine nodded.

"Of course. You just agreed to have the next dance with Draco and buy our drinks." Hermoine's eyes twinkled with glee as Harry paled.


"Hermoine." She shooked her head.

"You already agreed now get over it and dance with the man. Catch up, go fuck, do something productive. Draco I'm counting on you to convince this moron not to marry the whore ok." Draco nodded as he laughed at the girl. She looked at him hoping he could see her desperation under her cool demenior. "Well guys I have a boyfriend somewhere in the mess." Draco pointed to the V.I.P corner. Basically the corner he and her go to with their next meal.


"Well Harry, you look like you need a drink yourself." Harry nodded as Draco led him to the bar. "Well. What do you think of the club?" Harry looked around at the dancer floor for the first time. His eyes bulged slightly as he looked at the floor that held a magic made entirely from dancers on it. There were bodies grinding and caressing as if it had been planned out. Everyone matched so perfectly that it was almost magic. The floor itself had the familar mist, but unlike the walls beams of light moved to the beat. There were lights and Harry noticed as one light went up that there were cages hanging from the celing.


"Um why are there cages?" Draco smiled.


"Because we sell people. Singles in fact. That is if they want it. After the next song we start the auction." Draco watch as Harry nodded absent mindly. "And Hermoine has volunteered you." Harry spit out his drink.

"What. No. I'm not even single. This is madness." Harry started to panic as the man from the door walked
in behind him and grabbed his arm.

"Off to the cages." Harry looked desprete.

"Don't worry. I'm the richest person here!" That did not make Harry feel any better. "Maybe you can beat your girlfriends record. Three hundred Galleons. A hefty price for torn property." Harry looked at him and realized that Draco had a look at pity. He knew. He wanted to save Harry from the mistake he was about to make, but that didn't ease the pain in his chest.


Harry went into the cage willingly as the man looked like he would use force if nessicary. The lights below him flickered and he heard giggles from the other cages. One sounded alot like.... 'Well she is here.' Ginny was about three cages down laughing with the others girls and assuring them that you didn't have to have sex if you didn't want to. "Really though who could say no to a hot body in you. Really it's great." Harry gagged slightly and decided to take a backseat ride in his mind, just to avoid Ginny's tales.

Out my life out my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah


Harry drifted back to a simpler time. The days after the Dark Lord's end. He had been relieved after the end and that's when he was able to get a close look at what he really wanted. His world had just went from very complicated to very simple. He saw him glancing at him from across the Great Hall at the celebration of the Dark Lord's fall. Draco smiled from beyond the flashing lights. A true smile. Just for Harry. His heart began to race as the blond disappered into the crowd of swaying bodies. The people were grinding and the smell of sweat was in the air. Bodies glistened beneath the lights, but he had vanished.

Harry wondered through the bodies when he heard screaming from the other side of the big doors. Someone was outside screaming. Harry opened the door and found Ron on the ground attempting to scratch his skin off. Hermoine was crying in Draco's arms. " You bastard. You cheated on me and had the never to ask me to marry you. Fuck you! Fuck you." Draco held the girl tight so she didn't do anything to harash.

"Me? What the hell. Why is he here. Were cheating on me with him? You fucking slut and here I thought I wanted to marry you. You're nothing. A disgusting bitch." Harry felt anger lace through him as he walked up and kicked Ron in the side. "What the hell Harry?"


"Don't ever talk about Hermoine like that again. I will kill you if you ever speak to her like she's nothing." Ron's eyes grew wide as magic began to whip around Harry and he knew that it was no idel threat.


"But she..." Harry glared and Ron stopped.


He turned to Draco. "Lift the curse and let him go." Draco nodded and lifted the curse and Ron stood slowly. He looked from Draco to Hermoine to Harry and then lunged for Hermoine fist pulled back. Harry stepped in front of her and took the punch instead. Ron gulped and Harry smirked as he wiped the blood away. "Bad move." That was the last time Harry spoke to Ron Weasly and the biggest ass whooping Ron had ever had. He was admitted into the hospital wing with two broken rips and broken arm and a knot on his head the size of a walnut. Ron never messed with Hermoine Granger again.

Draco smiled at Hermoine, "You alright?" She nodded and watched as he glanced at Harry who was staring at the sky. He was lost in the thought of what he had just done and it disturbed him. Hermoine knew that much. Harry hated to hurt people but somethings were needed to gain the right outcome. She watched Draco's face twist to one of longing and then indifference. She smiled slightly. Draco wanted Harry and Hermoine knew Harry wanted Draco. Harry did things with a certain passion and over the years she had noticed that their fighting seemed less like fighting and more like a dance. Both takeing a step and guiding the other one along.

They didn't hate one another oh far from that in fact. Hermoine had even listened to Draco talk about him as if he were a jewel that one could only admire. She had smiled at his desire and listened to little things Harry had said. It was when he was asleep that he revealed his true heart. He desired the blond. He needed him, and he needed him bad. Almost as much as Harry needed air. Draco was the one thing he could never have and vice versa, at least until recently. With the Dark Lord gone they could be together.

She smiled as she began her plot to get them together. "I'm fine now guys. Let's go inside and enjoy the party." They nodded and each took a side and the three walked in together. The lights were still flashing. The bodies still swaying. The music still pounding. Hermoine smirked, " Well my heros. Why don't you two go dance. Enjoy the night." Harry blushed and Draco grinned.


"Whatever you want Hermoine." She grinned as Draco held out his hand to Harry. "Cared to dance?" Harry's blush took over his whole face. Harry was worried about dancing with another guy until he saw at least a third of the students were dancing with someone of the same sex. Harry felt that familiar pounding and decided, "Why not."


The two walked slowly into the crowd as a new song began. There were words but Harry didn't bother to listen. The beat was taking over him and Draco as well. Soon they were rubbing and grinding to the beat. Draco held Harry from behind as he ran his hand over the muscled chest. Soon sweat began to form as they rubbed against each other passionatly. They didn't notice the eyes watching them or the glare that was directed their way from one red headed girl. Hermoine watched, pleased with herself when a hand touched her shoulder.

"How about a dance somewhere other than here." Hermoine looked up at the man and grinned.


"Anything for you." She whispered.


Harry and Draco swayed to the music and became lost in their own world. Once the song ended Harry looked up and Draco and decided what the hell. He grabbed the mans hand and pulled him from the crowd as a new song started up. "Harry, where?" Harry shook his head and continued to pull him out of the hall. "Harry, are you.." Harry cut him off and he stood on his toes and pressed a kiss to Draco mouth. Draco stilled and soon let the feeling drift over him. His eyes fluttered shut as the feeling began to overwhelm him. Harry could feel it bursting through. The desire that had been so foreign to him. He had always thought it was hatered that Draco caused instead it was something else. Something more right. Something so passionate that Harry could feel his heart banging against his chest.

'This is right. This is it.' Draco could feel it too. The secure feeling that this was the tension between them. Not hatered. This wasn't tainted. This was pure and Draco was loving it. He pulled Harry close and pressed his erection against Harry's. The brunette moaned against his lips. Draco took this chance and slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth. He gently caressed and explore. He noted that Harry tasted like mint mixed with pumpkin juice. Not bad, only different, and Draco wanted more.


Harry could feel his erection strainning. It was painful. So stiff. He was harder then he had ever been before in his life. "Draco?" The blond continued to kiss him. "Draco?" He pushed slightly and the blond stopped. Draco looked at Harry, confusion evident. "Maybe we should go somewhere with a bed?" Draco's eyes widened as he grabbed Harry hand and led him to the Slytherin chambers.

Somewhere in the back of Draco's mind the wheels were turning. Harry was with him, had just kissed him, and now he wanted a bed. The thought was there but he didn't dare wish. 'It may only be a one night thing. Only one night. I'll take it.'

"I'll take her!" Harry looked down to see a pretty brunette being bought off. He shook his head as he regained his boundaries. "Next up Ginny Weasly!" The crowd cheered as it seemed she was a regular here. "We'll start at twenty sickles!" Hermoine was selling her off. Harry could see the woman who was to be his wife slowly strip little pieces of clothing off and heard as the men cheered. She screamed and giggled and the price rose higher.

"What a whore." Harry whispered. 'Welcome to the world of understanding Harry.' Harry sighed. He was to nice sometimes. So nice that even he couldn't remember how he came to be with Ginny. The memory was a blur. Harry tried to think but the loud sound of a hammer hitting metal snapped him out of thinking. Ginny had been sold for three hundred and thirty galleons.

"A hefty price for torn property." Draco's voice tore through his mind. He had mentioned her being bought for three hundred before.

"Guess there's a new recorded." The crowd below went silent as Hermoine cleared her throat.


"Our next piece for sale is a newcomer to The rabbit Hole. Please be kind to him. Our very own Harry Potter!" The crowd cheered as Harry's cage dropped like a fair ride. His stomach fluttered as he came to a sudden stop before hitting the ground. Harry looked around and smirked. Oh yes, he could see her. Ginny. She looked up her mouth dropped. Rage began to light her face but the big man from the entrance put a hand on her shoulder and whispered to her. Her eyes frew wide as her eyes went wide. The man looked up and winked at Hermoine.


"Well now. For this piece how about thirty sickles!" Hands began to raise and the price grew. Higher and higher, way past three hundred. Five hundred. Six hundred. The price rose and Harry began to feel desired. Not the desire he felt from Ginny. He knew some of these people wanted to have sex with him, but he also knew some only wanted to know more about him. He wouldn't be lonely tonight that was for sure.


"Going once! Going twice!" Hermoine began.


"Two thousand!" Hermoine blinked. No one else raised their hands as Draco came from the back. He pushed past Ginny and bumped the girl's shoulder. Hermoine grinned as Ginny glared. Hermoine had a feeling that if
Harry and Ginny were married right now she would have used all of Harry's money to buy him, unfortunatly Draco would have still won.


"Going once! Going twice! Sold to one Draco Malfoy!" The crowd groaned but still cheered for him. Harry's cage was opened and Draco held out his hand for Harry.


"Care to dance." The words he spoke echoed through time. This was how it all began. Hermoine and a dance. Harry blushed.


"Why not." Draco grinned as their motions echoed a memory. Their memory. Their first time. The night
they came together through all the hardships. All with a simple dance. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as Draco led him through the crowd. The music started up again as all the people had been sold. Draco pulled Harry close to his body and the began to feel the magic the music shot through them. Time seemed to blend together as the two dances began to collided.

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort