Club Gemini (Drarry)

The Wolf and the Dragon

He'd heard the words passed between the lips of seventh and eighth years, delicious and devious: Club Gemini. It was a well kept secret between the students, spells of silence and strict entry keeping it so. It started out small, get togethers in the underground passageways, with shots of firewhiskey and illegal potions, then it soon evolved into the hottest hangout. Harry wasn't particularly interested at first, the underground had been crawling with the Slytherins, who'd first discovered the area connected to the dungeons. But eventually he'd took notice of the Griffindors slinking into the common room at the most ungodly of hours, giggling like maniacs from Sprite Juice.

The club's cavern walls spun with dizzying stars, thundering clouds striking with the occasional lightning bolt. The storm rumbled to the music, mingling with the drunken rabble. It was a difficult charm to cast, Harry didn't know how the twins had pulled it off, maybe connections with advanced eighth years. Harry was impressed, to say the least. Hermione would definitely have something to say about it, if she'd known about the club's existence.

But it wasn't the drinks, the music, or the rebellious satisfaction that kept bringing Harry back, it was something else...

Harry downed his drink while his eyes focused on the stage. It was the way that body moved, sure and seductive...that caught Harry's eye that first night.

A figure, wrapped in a shadow spell, danced to the pulsing music upon the stage. Strobelights darted across his skin, as streaks of darkness trailed after his body... Ghostly and beautiful, as he wound like a serpent.

No one knew who he was, the figure wrapped in black. He was the subject of constant speculation.

Harry was fingering another drink when Ron joined him at his seat, situated a ways from the crowd before the stage. The ginger had a sloppy grin smearing his face.

"Harry," Ron started playfully, "why don't you come dance? There's a nice girl waiting for you."

Harry rolled his eyes, "What have you got for me this time, Ron?"

"Ravenclaw, nasty tongue on her. Thought she'd be your...cup of tea."

Harry took another bracing shot. "You wouldn't know my type."

"I'll try the whole bloody school if I got to, mate, can't have you sulking in the corner...wait, you're not talking Slytherin are you?" Ron wiggled his eyebrows, "Slytherin?"

"Get out of here and dance, you git," Harry shoved him away.

Ron threw up his hands, shrugging off his friend's attitude. He stumbled into the crowd, disappearing into the dark,
presumably with the Ravenclaw girl.

Harry continued to watch the dancer on stage, until his vision became blurred, and a while after. Drink, after drink, after drink, Harry began wondering if the alcohol really was becoming one of the reasons for returning to Club Gen every week. He was becoming accustomed to the fire on his tongue, the way it burned down his throat.

Two lean figures stalked up the stage, wearing identical, red devil masks. The Weasley twins. The dancer had disappeared, and the music slowed down.

"Welcome back to Club Gemini," the voice of one of the twins echoed with an amplification charm, "today we've got an extra special treat-"

"- it'll straight blow your socks off," the other twin agreed.

"Masks!" the twins said in unison.

They took out their wands, them being the only ones allowed to keep magical pieces on their person in the club, and muttered a spell under their breaths. Masks of all types appeared on each of the partygoers faces. Woops of excitement sounded, the voices slightly distorted, most likely by the spell.