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It was at Christmas Eve, around ten o'clock or so, that Harry abandoned his post on the couch and decided to go to the club.

His frequent arguments with his wife Ginny had earned him a one-way ticket to the sofa in their living room. Harry didn't understand what the hell was going on. One day he and Ginny had been perfectly content, and the next day he wasn't even sure why he bothered to come home after work.

Harry slipped through the front door and breathed the heavy air outside. Winter nights were always still, and this one was no different.

Harry crunched along the snow toward town. He decided that apparition was a waste of effort, especially when the outdoors were so inviting.

As he ventured toward the Christmas lights in the distance, Harry couldn't help but notice that none of the homes near his own had any lights up themselves. He strangely felt that the last couple years' Christmases hadn't felt like Christmas at all.

Harry finally made it over to the side of the street that had his destination a few minutes later. The town was bright, with enough lights to blind the sun.

He skipped lightly over a rock and blew out a heavy breath of the frigid air. Harry neared one of the buildings that lined the road. It had rainbow lights draped over, and the soft thump of music could be heard even out on the street.

He shouldered the door open and inhaled the faint smell of booze. Harry shrugged off his coat and made his way to the coat room. He checked in the coat and walked back to the entrance hall. Harry took a deep breath before pushing open the double doors that let to his favorite wizard-club.

A waft of alcohol and sweat breezed past Harry's face the moment the heavy door swung. He stepped into the room and took no mind to the fact that the door closed quickly behind him.

The dance floor had lights of every color whizzing around in the air. Some of the color spilled onto the outskirts of the floor and onto the bar and surrounding tables. Every person in the club - except for Harry, that is - was decked out in some sort of colorful ensemble that had they been anywhere else would have looked absurd. 

Harry let out a small smile, and ventured over to the bar, where he examined a small drink menu. He felt tap on his right shoulder and turned to acknowledge the person sitting next to him. It felt like the breath was stolen from Harry's lungs when he saw the blond next to him. Draco Malfoy, sitting with one leg crossed over another and a rainbow drink in his hand, had the audacity to smile at Harry.

"Hello there, Potter. You do know this is a gay bar, right?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow and pointed to the plethora of flags lining the walls.

"I'm aware. I was bisexual last time I checked." Harry send a curt nod in Malfoy's direction.

The blond puckered his lips in confusion, a strange sight for Harry. "Well then. Might I suggest the new bisexual special?" Malfoy pointed a long finger at a drink on the menu. "It has three levels of drinks arranged in the bi flag."

Harry nodded skeptically and waved the bartender over. "Ah, Mr. Potter. An honor to serve you. What can I get for you?" Harry looked at Malfoy from the corner of his eye to see the bloke laughing silently at the way the bartender spoke to Harry.

"What did you call it, Malfoy? A bisexual special?" Malfoy nodded. "I'll get one of those."

The bartender nodded and ventured over a few feet to start the drink and take some more orders. Harry turned back to Malfoy. "So. How's life been?"