Ambrosia Salad

Ambrosia is a Muggle night club on the outskirts of London where the teens of the city come out to dance, drink, and play. When Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet here one mysterious night, a bond is formed that no force of evil will ever be able to break.

One night in Ambrosia is never enough! Harry and Draco return to the club, only to find it a bit different than last time. But, first they have to get through Potions class, wherein Draco gets thoughtful, Ron gets mad, and Blaise gets down with his naughty self. Beware: cherries with devilish plots and Muggles with bad taste.

Harry didn’t know what made him do it- later, he blamed it on a mixture of things: the alcohol running through his veins (he hadn’t had that much), the loud, encouraging music (he hated this song), the atmosphere created by the dancers that surrounded him (they’d never been a problem before), and Draco, his face and body so close to his own in silent plea (more persuasive than it should have been). But, at the moment, Harry didn’t care about reasons anymore. With the slight pressure of Draco’s hand burning on his side, Harry began to move.

Another night, another dance- after a full day away from the muggle night club, Ambrosia, Harry and Draco are eager to return, but their friends aren't exactly eager to let them. Murderous potatoes, teasing strawberries, and finally, the purpose of Potions.

When fate finally intervenes with reality, reality is never an option- but Ambrosia is. Harry and Draco talk, drink, dance, and discover. Lucius and Voldemort talk, drink, don't dance, and make plans to discover. Hermione watches and thinks.

One dance, one kiss, and, two weeks later, Harry and Draco wish that every Potions classroom was an Ambrosia dance floor.