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Harry Potter (ab_harry) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

"It is loud. I think that's part of why I enjoy it so much. You can get lost in it. There's no talking, no thinking, just you and the music, and everything else is irrelevant." He had spent enough time in clubs to know how much the music could turn you into your own personal island in a sea of people.

He watched as Draco looked around, before taking a look around the club. He wondered what it must look like to someone who had never been around Muggles. Even the very first time Harry had stepped into a club, he knew all about the music and the lights, but none of that existed for Draco. "It's very different, I know, but that's part of the charm too. No one ever bothered me in Muggle clubs."

He wasn't surprised by the shift. Draco loved touching and Harry wouldn't have given permission is he would be bothered. "You're the jealous type, aren't you?" he asked, remembering the arguments with Ginny, not that any of that would be a problem now. The adoring public was gone together with all the enemies.

Harry laughed. "If that's true, then Ron must be really good looking. Both of his grandmothers are Blacks." Except that Ron looked a lot like a Weasley and very little like a Black.