Cinderella

Cinderella

Chapter One

Snow White

I wonder if I take you home, would you still be in love, baby

Harry James Potter stood in a dark street. It was almost midnight and he waited his turn to enter one of his favourite places in London. He never before liked this kind of clubs but now when he got the time he liked the chance to meet new people and dance like there was no tomorrow. He hadn't paid much of attention to music before; especially to Muggle music, but he had to admit that it was good.

He loved that hectic atmosphere which surrounded them when they danced to the pulse of music. He was enjoying himself and his freedom. No more Voldemort or Death Eaters. He was finally free to do what he wanted and he had chosen clubbing as his night time hobby.

He rarely was looking for company; he had made friends with two young (Muggle) men, Kevin and Mark, and he often went clubbing with them, but now he noticed a gorgeous man about his age standing at the bar.

He had long black flowing hair; he was thin but not too skinny for his taste. The man was looking rather lonely but he could see that many women and men were looking at this black-haired beauty with interest, so Harry decided to make his move before it was too late.

Harry's friends didn't like the idea of Harry being gay and they feared that the press would found out and the whole world would know that their saviour was gay, and it would be a disaster.

This was the reason why Harry had decided to live like a Muggle. Although he was working for the Ministry as an Auror now. He had become an Auror after Voldemort's downfall.

He sat besides the man at the bar and ordered a beer for himself and the man next to him. The man lifted his gaze to Harry's face when he heard Harry's voice. The look on the man's face was shocked at first, but then it disappeared and the look on his face became unreadable.

"Thanks," the man's voice was like first rays of sunlight early in the morning, sounding so innocent, but yet it had this strange confidence on it.

"No problem," Harry thought his strategy carefully while he enjoyed his drink. Well, there was no reason to beat about the bush. He just wanted to see if the man was interested.

"Would you like to dance?" Harry asked his heart in his mouth. He didn't know why this man had this kind of an effect on him.

The man eyed him suspiciously as if trying to find out if Harry was serious. When the man met only sincerity in Harry's eyes, he relaxed visibly and nodded once. Soon they were among the others who where dancing to this very fast music in sheer happiness.

***

They entered Harry's flat with a loud crash. Harry had stumbled on the doorstep and fell, meeting the floor rather painfully. His companion followed him quite quickly and they found themselves staring each other's faces only inches apart.

The long-haired beauty burst into uncontrollable laughter and Harry didn't have a choice but to join him. They rose from the floor clumsily because of large amounts of alcohol they had consumed in past few hours.

Harry headed to the kitchen to get some beer while the other made his way to the living-room. When Harry entered the living-room, he found his companion on the couch fast asleep.

Harry set two bottles on the coffee table, sat besides him, and wondered what kind of name would be fitting for this handsome man. He hadn't dared to ask his name before and had been about to do so, but now he didn't want to wake this sleeping beauty.

A strand of hair was falling down the man's face and Harry gently brushed it behind his ear. His hair was soft. Harry was tempted to push his hands into those fine black curls and feel the softness around his hands. With a sigh, Harry fetched a blanket and put it over the sleeping form.

***

He opened his eyes. Where the hell am I? The memories of last night flooded into his mind. Oh, fuck. He knew that messing with Potter was a terrible idea. Why had he even considered it as a good one? Getting drunk with Harry bloody Potter was really smart when he knew that Potter was gay.

He searched a bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. Oh, shit! His hair had changed back to its original colour. Oh, shit. I have to get out of here before Potter wakes up. He hastily ran out of the house after gathering all his belongings.

***

Harry woke up and was pleased with himself. He sighed happily although he had an awful hangover. He remembered last night and hoped that his guest hadn't woke up yet. He experienced a great disappointment when he stepped in to the living-room. The couch was ruffled and he could see that the someone who had been here last night had left with a hurry.

He felt betrayed some how. He made his way to the kitchen and made some coffee. He sat quietly thinking about what he had experienced with this man yesterday. He didn't want to let him go now that he had found someone he really had liked.

He wasn't going to give up yet. He was determined to go to the same club tonight to seek this black haired beauty.

***

Twelve hours later, he dressed his best outfit for clubbing and left hunting his prey.

He almost had lost his fate when a little after midnight his target entered the club.

He had to find out the man's name at least. He couldn't go on calling him Snow White or something. Harry grinned at the thought because this man could have been Snow White if he had been a female.

Harry approached him slowly and met him in the half way.

"Hello," Harry greeted and smiled gently.

"Hi," the man didn't look as happy as Harry felt. Maybe the man had second thoughts. Harry didn't know what he was thinking when he just laid his hand on the man's hip and led him to the dance floor.

The other man relaxed after a few minutes of dancing and let Harry to come really close to him. Harry brushed his lips against the man's ear and asked, "What's your name?"

The man grabbed his shoulders and licked his earlobe before answering, "Thomas."

***

Harry watched Thomas as they walked towards his flat. Thomas' head was surrounded a weak halo which made him look more beautiful than ever.

"What?" Thomas asked after a while.

"Oh, sorry?"

"You were looking at me. What, do I have something on my face?" Thomas smiled gently.

"No, I just..." Harry stopped walking.

"Yes?" Thomas took a step closer to him.

Harry's breath was caught, as Thomas got nearer.

"I was wondering if..."

"Yes?" Thomas' breath tickled his lips and Harry closed the gap between them.

***

After he pulled away from Potter, he regretted he had ever kissed Harry back. He could not offer anything but sex and he knew that Harry must be looking for something more.

He knew that Harry would hate him after he'd find out who he really was.

"Good night," he whispered softly and turned to walk away. Harry grabbed his arm and whirled him around.

"Please, stay," Harry's voice pleaded.

"I can't," he answered and looked away from Harry's green eyes.

"I understand. I'll see you tomorrow?" Harry asked reluctantly.

He nodded before leaving Harry stand there alone.

He knew he had to tell his real identity to Harry at some point. Harry would be hurt, but he had to take that chance.

***

Harry watched Thomas go. He had sensed that Thomas was not telling him something. What ever it was he wanted Thomas to tell him it himself when he was ready.

Slowly he walked on and when he reached his house, he was already dreaming about a hot bath.