sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-01-20 00:43:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
Current music: | Mother Mother - Tracy Bonham |
Entry tags: | non challenge, sequel |
Non-Challenge Entry: Things Change (a sequel to Masked Man)
Original poster: cinnamon_sins
Title: Things Change
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D...of course
Words: 783
Warnings: Slash, fluff
Summary: Harry decides to find out why Draco is dancing in a male muggle strip club...and what's with that tattoo???
Beta: None, I was too excited.
A/N: Well quite a few of you asked for it, so here it is. With a little nagging from enchanted_jae...haha...just kidding Jae! So here's the sequel to my Challenge #14 post - Masked Man. This really shouldn't be read without the other. Without further ado...
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I strolled over to the seats in front of the stage, making sure I stayed in the shadows. I pulled some muggle money from my pocket and placed it on the stage, waiting for him to approach. As he walked over to me I placed a galleon on top of the money. That’s sure to get his attention.
His eyes easily fell to the money and widened at the sight of the gold coin. I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to get any larger, but when I leaned forward into the light and he saw my face, his eyes were like saucers. I smiled and tipped my head back, motioned the door as I mouthed, let’s talk. Before he could respond I stood and left the small club. Hermione and Ginny were too busy gawking at a new dancer on stage to notice my departure.
It was a bit chilly outside for this time of year and I pulled my jumper a little tighter to my body as I waited for company. My eyes fell upon his silky blonde tresses first. He surprised me again as my eyes drifted down his body. He was wearing a warm brown hooded jumper, dark, denim trousers, and plain trainers.
I placed my on the curb next to me, lightly patting it so he would sit with me. He hesitated, but obliged. His eyes stayed focused on me and were full of confusion and fear.
“What are you doing here, Potter?” he finally spoke.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” I replied with a smile.
His eyes quickly diverted and focused on a few pebbles near his trainer. This situation could have been more awkward and embarrassing for me, but it seemed as though he was more focused on his own predicament than implications of mine.
“I’ll go first.” When his eyes looked up and met mine again I continued, “It’s my birthday and Hermione and Ginny decided to take me out somewhere I would enjoy, but wouldn’t be bombarded with questions.”
He tried to speak, but I brought my hand up for him to stop. “You don’t have to ask. Not completely out of the closet, but yes I am. Now how about you?”
His faced had softened at my admission of the closet; that is until I brought up his involvement with the club again. His eyes widened and he took a deep breath. After obvious contemplation, he sighed.
“I’m rebelling.”
“Really?” I asked sarcastically, “I thought that’s what all those years at school were.”
“No, that was acting how they wanted me to. I got sick of being told what to do. I wanted to get out and prove something to myself and hurt them in the process. What better way to rebel against a muggle-hating, all-about-pure-blood-line procreation, father?”
“Sounds about right.” I nodded in agreement. “And the tattoo?”
He grabbed his leg as though he were trying to hide the already covered art.
“Oh that,” he finally began, “well let’s just say it was rebelling too, but with a few bottles of firewhiskey involved.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Something else I can understand, but I won’t go there,” I continued to chuckle.
Things had definitely changed since school. Draco Malfoy was a new man, a decent man, a man with a sense of humour. And I was enamored. I was a different man too, and things seemed a lot more appealing then they had so many years ago.
“You’re not going to tell anyone about this are you?” he asked hesitantly. “I mean, I may be rebelling against my family, but that doesn’t mean I want the whole wizarding world to know.”
I put my hand up again for him to stop. “I won’t tell anyone. As long as you don’t that is. Like I said, I’m not completely out of the closet myself.”
He seemed satisfied with my response, and I couldn’t help myself... “But,” I began, “I want one thing from you.”
“And that would be?” he squeaked.
“I want a personal inspection of that rose-wound broomstick.” I was smiling like a fool, but I didn’t care.
He stayed silent for a while, but then I saw his famous smirk. Some things never change, I thought. That smirk made his eyes twinkle and I thought I would surely get lost in their depths.
“Deal,” he finally spoke, “but only if I get to see yours.”
It was his turn to laugh. My jaw dropped. I had said too much and now it was coming back to bite me in the arse. Finally smiling, I shoved him lightly and he laughed more. Things had definitely changed.
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Thanks for reading! And special thanks to everyone who convinced me to write this!
-Elle