(This is where you go to a butterbeer bar and meet the man of your dreams)
(MALE READER!) (SLIGHT NSFW)
•Your POV•
I feel overwhelmed with all the work I've been given lately. The workload the teachers give the students is ridiculous. I'm making my house lose points because I've been so lazy and lethargic. I just need to relax. I need the old enthusiastic and fun me back. I don't really want to hang out with friends I just need some time alone to reflect. Then it hit me. Butterbeer! I should go to the bar and let loose. Perfect I'll go!
*At The Bar*
I walk in and the time is 9:00 pm. I've replaced my robes with some jeans and a button down shirt. The people are just starting to drink and I can feel the atmosphere and it's becoming noisy and bustling. I sit at the bar and I have my first round of butterbeer, I feel nothing. The second round, nothing. Third, I feel great! This stuff isn't even strong! Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Then it hits me. I look around to see all the individuals dancing, kissing, and doing God knows what. I get up from my seat and wobble to the dance floor hitting everyone around me as I go. I make it toward the middle and scan my surroundings. My eye catches a tall blond. He's wearing a black tie with no shirt and black dress pants. My eyes follow down his frail chest with his slight muscle. He's very handsome but I'm scared to approach him. Luckily the alcohol in my system makes me move toward him before I can decide what to do. I end up behind him. I stare at his broad shoulders and his blond mane. Before I can speak he turns around with a disgusted face and says,
"What do you want muggle?"
My breathe hitches I don't know what to say. I feel insulted yet happy I've been acknowledged by this beautiful man. I stop staring at him like a dumb ass and slur out, "D-Do yoou wannaaa dance?", with a very overexaggerated smile. He looks at me and raises a brow but accepts. We dance, even though it's difficult with the dramatic height difference. He's a phenomenal dancer none the less. The dance gets more and more heated and the sexual tension rises. He starts to grind against my growing bulge. I'm losing more and more of my senses as I'm being seduced by this man. He leans into my ear and whispers, " Let's take this to the bathroom, shall we?", I oblige as he guides me, I'm so delusional but I trust him enough to keep following him. I don't know if you noticed but I don't handle my alcohol well, I'm a lightweight. He takes me into the handicapped stall, gets on his knees, and kisses me down to my throbbing member. He starts to unbuckle my belt and remove my pants but stops. I whimper and look down as the warmth of his hands is gone. He gets off his knees and brings his hand to my face. He looks at me in the eyes and says,
" I'm Fruity Fairy Fazz Freddy and I come to this gay bar often, so see you next time sugar."
He then winks and leaves, the last thing I see is the bear of my dreams walking out of the stall. I will be back here next week. I have to see him again. I need to have violent bubbly horn dog sex intercourse with him. I check my watch. It's 3:00 am. Wow, I need to get back to the dorms. I start to walk but stop. The next thing I feel is the alcohol catching up to me and I pass out on the dirty bathroom floor dreaming of him.
( AN: I hope you liked this chapter it was a little something different :) )
