spellbound heart

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨.

Author: Butterfly_Mantra

Summary:

The first time Harry goes to a gay club is ruined by the arrival of Draco Malfoy. Or is it? Harry is just trying to have a good time and maybe get off, but Malfoy has to come over with his snarky comments and posh demeanor. But wait... is Malfoy flirting with him?? There's only one way to find out.

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Harry walked into the club and was immediately engulfed in the blasting music. It was so loud he could feel the vibrations coming off of the floor. He took a glance around the room. There were tables surrounding the dance floor, which were filled with men and women. Their dance moves consisted of grinding and twisting hips.

Harry had told Ron and Hermione he was working. It's not that he didn't want them to know; he'd come out as bisexual months ago. He just wanted to go by himself. If he had told them, they'd probably invite themselves along. He loved them, but this experience was meant for himself.

After studying the club, he made his way to the bar. Once he got the bartender's attention he ordered a beer. He didn't like fancy drinks. While waiting, he turned to watch the writhing bodies on the dance floor once again. He never got the hang of dancing. But again, he'd never been exposed to this kind of dancing.

He got his beer and strayed to the edge of the room, where he had a nice view of the dance floor. He resolved to dance at least once tonight. It might take a few more drinks, but he would get there.

He scanned the room. A couple standing on the opposite side of the club caught his eye. One had short dirty blond hair while the other had brunette curls. They were both laughing at a joke Harry didn't hear.

He stared at them, a growing sense of familiarity bombarding him. They reminded him of something. Before he could put his finger on it, someone ran into him from behind.

"Sorry," the stranger said. Harry turned and the stranger caught his eye and said, "On second thought, I'm not all that sorry." Harry's eyebrows raised as he took in the stranger's face. He was dark skinned with short hair and a great smile. His eyes shone bright on his face.

They were blue and almost as striking as Harry's.
"I'm Harry," Harry said and held out his hand for the man to shake. He took it.
"Ben," the man said. He held eye contact as he shook Harry's hand slowly. "Would you like to dance?" Harry looked down at his almost empty beer.

"Maybe if you buy me a drink first," Harry said. Their hands were still joined.
"You drive a hard bargain," Ben said. He tugged Harry's hand and said, "Come on." They walked with joined hands to the bar. They arrived at the bar and waited for the bartender to take their orders. When the bartender came to them, Ben looked at him expectantly.

"What're you having?" he asked.
Harry was feeling a little reckless, so he said, "Surprise me." Ben ordered them two shots of whiskey. Harry wasn't a strong drinker, so he wasn't used to the burn of it traveling down his throat. Overall, it wasn't too bad.

After they abandoned their empty shot glasses on the bar, Harry allowed Ben to pull him to the dance floor. They swayed to the beating music.

Harry wasn't used to being this close to other people in public. He had been with both men and women sexually, but he was always hesitant when it came to public displays of affection. Other people always gawked at him quite often enough. He didn't want to give them a reason to do it some more.