Fin Alley

Fin Alley

Diagon Alley at night was a nice, quaint little thing. Older wizards and witches would shop for things they needed, perhaps pay the bank a visit; otherwise, the ancient Wizarding shopping center was a very dull place for those thirty and under.

However, if you were to take a stroll down Knockturn Alley and make a sharp left straight into what appeared to be an old shabby building, once said to be a Vampire Brothel, then you would find yourself in a whole new world.

The rumors that had started years and years ago about the old shabby building, were only illusions to scare off the older and more gullible. Truth be told, once you entered, a wonderful pulsating sound met your ears and a hum was sent through your body.

This was the night life for the young and wild wizards and witches; this was where you went for a good time away from Muggles; this was the dancing, drinking, shagging scene; this was Fin Alley.

Fin Alley became known as such during its first year of business. All the younger wizards and witches had heard the rumors of the old Vampire building and were curious, to say the least. When they had stumbled upon the wonderfully, dark, tunnel hidden by magic that led to the most entertaining of places, the first words out of those who had entered were , as expected, "FINALLY!"

And so, the name had stuck and Fin Alley was a place where the most expected and unexpected things finally occurred.

It just so happened that on this night, one Draco Malfoy was sitting in the Sirens Cavern, a lovely brothel-like dance club full of wonderfully enchanting music and intoxicating beverages. The club was home to many; witches; wizards; vampires, even.

The music was a constant in Fin Alley, never ceasing or lowering its volume; tonight was no different. The club was a buzz with fresh young witches and wizards straight out of Hogwarts and some more senior visitors. Couples ground up against one another on the dance floor in a way that would make any mother cringe.

Draco watched as a man to his right ordered a drink. The bartender gave a nod of understanding before quickly summoning a bottle of what looked like Butterbeer. Draco knew better. This product was made by those who made the wonderful, cider-like concoction, however, this marvelous creation was known as Butterblood and only those of the undead variety drank it. It was an all natural, human donated blood drink for the Vampires of the world and it was quite popular. The drink meant that Vampires could finally drink human blood without repercussions and that also meant humans were less likely to be attacked by starving Vampires.

Draco watched the Vampire saunter over towards another group of men, all vampires judging by their eyes. A young girl, clearly a regular witch, was sitting in the middle of the group on a bean bag chair, giggling and batting her eyes. The tallest of the group leant in and bit her neck just hard enough to draw blood and suckled away happily. The girl moaned in ecstasy and soon the others were joining. Each Vampire took up a place on the girl's body, save the one who had bought the Butterblood. The four who were feeding on the girl were clearly not planning on killing her, yet sometimes blood-frenzied Vampires accidentally killed. However, these seemed to have a designated drinker and thus were going at the girl like there was no tomorrow. Simply put, it was a mad orgy of teeth, blood and broken flesh, the girl moaning and groaning, enjoying every last minute. The Vampire who had attached himself to her inner thigh slid his hand up her skirt and here Draco looked away. He had no desire to watch the girl come in a mad rush of blood loss and adrenaline.

Draco's eyes were now upon the young sandy haired comedian who was standing on the stage. He had a funny look about him, his smile was lopsided and his eyes were rather beady, but maybe he was worth a laugh.

"So... what do you think those Death Eaters wasted their time doing at all those meetings? I mean, it clearly didn't help their cause! They still lost to a baby!" he laughed at his own joke, though no one really seemed that interested, most were still dancing. It amazed Draco that the owners of the bar even bothered to charm a section for comedy acts.

"They probably sat around, swapping old stories about people they 'killed' or 'tortured'..." he said, then made a face, as though making an attempt at a character and his voice was slower and slightly deeper in register. "So, I was like... Avada Kedavra and he was like, dead." He guffawed at this statement, though the audience seemed unresponsive. "Or maybe, it was, 'So, I was like Crucio and he was like, twitch, twitch," at this statement, he jerked his arms violently in demonstration and Draco chuckled at the idiocy of the boy. He was really bad. "And when they were drunk it was, "So, I was like Avadocadavo... and he was like 'guacamole'? " Again the comedian laughed stupidly and this time the audience decided enough was enough. Most started heading back to the dance floor or bar, while others chose to boo his attempts.

"Oh, come on! You bloody pillocks! Give a bloke a chance!" He cleared his throat. "Okay, try this one: Harry Potter walks into a bar..."

At this Draco's attention was drawn to a man to his far left, near the end of the bar, chuckling and shaking his head, brilliant green eyes on the comedian.

Well, well... Draco thought. Speak of the sodding devil.

No sooner had Draco thought this then the man in question turned his eyes towards Draco and stopped abruptly. At first, Draco was sure he was going to be hexed, but then a smile crept slowly over the face of Harry Potter himself. What was more startling, the Boy-Who-Sodding-Lived got up and took up the empty seat next to Draco.

"Fancy seeing you here."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Long time no see."

Harry nodded. "What's it been; three years?"

"More like four and a half but who's counting?" Draco responded elegantly.

Harry smiled, shaking his head again. "Wow. Long time. So, how have you been?"

"Oh, swell, Potter. You know, it's a great kick having the whole of the Wizarding World despise you. Impossible to get a job, lucky for me I don't need it, but still, it does put a damper on one's social life--in particularly the getting shagged part of it," Draco said dryly.

"Oh, come now, I'm sure you're just over exaggerating."

"Really? I'd love to agree with you, Potter, sadly, I cannot."

Harry shook his head, clearly unable to believe any of it.

"Draco Malfoy, you shock and amaze me. I'm certain that with all your money and your--"here Harry paused and gave Draco a quick once over, "looks," he continued. "You must have every bird available to Wizard kind at your beck and call."

Draco scoffed. "Potter, you must be slower than you look. When was the last time you saw me with any girl?" Draco raised his eyebrows in question. Harry merely stared blankly. "Potter, I don't fancy women. Or have you forgotten?"

Truth be told, Harry had never known. If he had known, Draco Malfoy would not be complaining about his lack of a sex life and neither of them would be sitting at that very bar. Harry raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Potter! Don't tell me you don't know what 'gay' is?" Draco huffed. "Do you want me to demonstrate or something?"

Harry leaned in, a wicked glint in his eyes and a mischievous smile playing his lips. "Perhaps."

Draco had not expected this and therefore his response was lost in a very inarticulate phrase. "Wehadepend?"

"I'm sorry, Draco, you'll have to say that again, I didn't quite understand you."

"Wait--you--what?"

Harry shook his head, his gaze moved from Draco, back to the comedian who was still trying to woo the crowd.

"H'okay, then, how about that scar? Huh? What is with that scar?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Honestly," he snorted. "You'd think he would shut up."

"He has a point."

"What might that point be?"

"It's a right ugly piece of work, that." Draco looked up at Harry's forehead, gazing at the infamous scar.

"Hmm... well, I never asked for it."

The crowd booed. Apparently they did not appreciate hearing their war hero degraded.

Draco considered Harry for a moment. "So, how have you been Potter?"

Harry smiled and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "You must not read much."

"If you mean the Prophet, I stopped reading that piece of shite right around the time it sent my name and social life down the drain."

"Well, lucky you, it's stopped printing nasty tidbits about your life; mine, however, manages to remain public interest number one." Harry sighed looking quite weary all of a sudden.

"So, then, enlighten me. What has the great Harry Potter been up to all this time?"

"Oh, the usual, I guess. Killed a Dark Lord; became an Auror; got married to an old hag, then had a life altering realization about my sexuality and divorced the cheating bint, who is now happily married with several nappies to change."

"Wow, you're pretty accomplished for a twenty-one year old."

"Yes, well, what can I say, I'm Harry Potter, it's what's expected."

"So, this life altering realization about your sexuality means..?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head. "Draco, let me spell it out for you." Harry pointed to himself and slowly articulated. "G-A-Y."

Draco's eyebrows shot up, though why he didn't know, since Harry had all but said that already.

"Interesting," Draco muttered.

"Oh, very. You should have seen the headlines; 'Boy-Who-Was-Gay Divorces Ginny [Sodding] Weasley!' Utter shite."

"Weasley? You married Weasley?"

"Yeah, though why I don't know."

"And she cheated on you?"

"Yup. She said it was so obvious that I was gay and she 'just couldn't take it any longer,' she needed 'someone to love [her] and please [her] sexually' because apparently taking it up the arse just wasn't doin' it for her." Harry laughed bitterly.

"You're joking, Potter."

"I wish. I wish I'd never married her too." Harry closed his eyes and flagged down the bartender. With a firewhisky in hand Harry resumed. "Ron and I haven't been the same. He isn't mad at me, but he's uncomfortable. He married Hermione, big surprise there, and I think she keeps him in line and reminds him that just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I'm not the same Harry." He scoffed. "Fuck that."

"Well aren't you just the brightest ray of sunshine ever," Draco replied dryly.

"I suppose I am," he laughed. "Well, don't we make a right pair; Sulky and Broody."

Draco laughed. "I'd wager we could take on half the guys in this bar with our sulking and brooding. Most of them find that attractive."

"And you know this how, Mr. I-Have-No-Sex-Life?"

Draco shrugged. "Just observant. Plus, that one over there is eyeing you." He pointed over Harry's shoulder towards a tall, lanky man with blue-black hair. Harry didn't look pleased.

"Lovely. He never leaves me alone. Since the news about my sexuality, he's been sending me letters and following me around. Can't get him to leave me alone, even when I threatened to Avada Kedavra his arse."

Draco snorted. "Lovely, Potter. Hero of the Wizarding World threatening his love-crazed fans."

"Love-crazed is putting it mildly. He thinks I'm his soul-mate; it's weird. He says the only way--" Harry stopped suddenly, looking thoughtful. "Kiss me."

"What?" Draco suddenly felt his cheeks warm.

"Kiss me."

"W-why?"

"Just--oh, bugger it." With that Harry leaned in and trapped Draco's protesting mouth in his. It was quite nice, actually, Draco admitted. He hadn't been kissed since, well, since Pansy Parkinson and that was ages ago and he certainly didn't remember it feeling so--oh!

There was a hand on Draco's thigh, now, running up and down his leg, causing his blood to run from his head to his other head in seconds flat. Damn being a virgin!

Harry broke the kiss and smiled serenely at Draco. He glanced over his shoulder at the now sullen looking fan-boy, who nodded his sad approval and understanding and departed.

"W-what?"

"Oh, I just remembered that he told me he would leave me alone if I found 'a love greater than ours.' Utter bollocks."

"Oh." Draco was crestfallen.

"What's the matter, Draco, thought you and I would have a go?" he whispered, leaning into Draco, raising his eyebrows at him, green eyes penetrating grey.

Draco shook his head and shoved Harry away. "Sod off."

"How 'bout instead, I get you off?" Harry asked.

This comment made Draco choke on his own saliva and he quickly swallowed some firewhisky to get rid of the feeling, which in its own right was a stupid move as he spluttered some more as the fiery liquid made its way through his body. "What!?"

"You heard me. Don't play deaf, Draco." Harry breathed Draco's name in such an erotic way, Draco was sure he would come right then and there.

Without meaning to, he whimpered, leaning his forehead against Harry's who was very, very close. Harry's hand, Draco just now realized, was still on his thigh, caressing him and making him harder than he ever remembered being.

"Eager, aren't we?" Harry said, pulling his hand away. Draco's eyes shot open, glaring daggers at Harry.

"What the fuck are you playing at, Potter?"

"Harry."

"Fine, Harry." Draco scowled.

"Oh, aren't you just a sexy smoldering anger ball," Harry whispered, with a grin plastered on his face.

"Fuck you, Potter."

"Please do."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever, if you're gonna be like that then I'll go else where." He stood up at this, looking at the exit.

"Right, Draco. Why not just go find some Vampires and get off that way," Harry said, looking pointedly at Draco's wrist, which was very visible, including the deep marks that were clearly from a Vampire's teeth.

Draco made to hide this, but Harry grab Draco's wrist and pulled him closer. "Draco, I'm not playing games. Okay? I want you--I did back in school, I just didn't know it. I'm glad that we ran into each other here and I'm only teasing. I like getting you riled up." Harry said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Now, then," he said lowering his head and kissing Draco's bitten wrist. "Why don't you stop being a prat and let's go somewhere else."

Draco nodded his approval and Harry stood. They moved through the room swiftly and were out the door and in the street before Draco realized that it was difficult to walk.

"Draco," Harry said, stopping Draco in his tracks. "Why do I get the feeling that you are a virgin?"

Draco didn't look at Harry at first, but then, cheeks slightly tinged, he nodded. "Because I am."

"Ah, I see." Harry nodded.

"Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all; I just didn't realize that when you said no sex life, you mean no sex life. At all."

Draco shrugged. "Scum of the Wizarding World," he said, pointing to himself.

"Not after I get through with you." Harry grabbed Draco by the wrist and pulled him in for a very nice kiss. A collective gasp was heard all around the two, but neither paid the noise any mind.

"Your place or mine?" Draco asked.

"Depends, how big is your bed?"

"Very big."

"Do you already have Silencing Charms all over the room?"

"Yup."

"Lube?"

"Erm..."

Harry laughed. "It's okay. My place is just as nice." Harry held onto Draco a bit tighter. "We'll Apparate together, that way you can get passed my wards."

With a crack the two were gone, however, people still managed to get a few snapshots of the very passionate kiss and tender embrace before then.

The next morning Harry would receive his usual copy of the Daily Prophet with the headlines blazing "Boy-Who-Lived Involved with Malfoy Heir" and an interesting letter from Hermione telling him that she was glad he finally managed to get his hormones in order and shag the boy, which was very unlike her.

Draco and Harry were quite pleased with it all, but who wouldn't be after the best sex ever.

"Well, I'm just glad I finally got to shag someone." Draco joked as the two looked over the paper still in Harry's bed and blissfully naked.

Harry laughed. "I'm sure."

"And I get bragging rights. 'I lost my virginity to the Boy-Who-Lived.' I'm sure only a handful can say that."

"Just the one."

"What?"

"Ginny and I weren't married too long and erm... I never bothered with her. She just wasn't very appealing to me and then the whole cheating thing happened. And I've only slept with one other man and he certainly wasn't a virgin," Harry said with a smile.

"Who?"

"Oliver Wood."

"Woah. That's a surprise."

"Not really, I mean, come on, how obsessed can you be with a sport like Quidditch and not be gay. Phallic symbols flying all over the pitch!"

Draco laughed. "How could I have hated you?" he said, not meaning to say this allowed.

"Well, according to Hermione," Harry said, pulling the letter towards them, "we were 'just suppressing our deep seated desires for one another with strong animosity' and what else did she say? Oh, here it is, 'the fighting was such an obvious way of you telling each other you wanted to shag like bunnies'--if that statement didn't come from Ron, I don't think I can look Hermione in the eye for a week."

Draco smiled. "Well, at least you know they aren't going to kill you--or me for that matter."

"Hermione wouldn't; Ron might be another story, but still, he'll come around. I think he really has adjusted to the fact that I am gay and maybe if he sees me with someone, he won't feel so awkward."

Draco scrunched his eyes in confusion. "With someone?"

"Yes, silly. With someone."

Draco flushed. "Bu--but I--I thought--"

"You thought this was a one night thing?"

Draco nodded.

"No, you don't get off that easily."

"Actually, with you doing it, I do." Draco said, smiling in such an innocent fashion that the pun nearly went over Harry's head. Harry smiled.

"Well, it's expected when you're a virgin. However, next time will be even better."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, aren't I just the luckiest son of a Death Eater. Not only do I get to loose my virginity to you, but I get to keep you all to myself!" Draco said, giggling like a school boy. "Oh, I'm just so blessed."

Harry laughed at Draco's obvious theatrics. "Yes and so am I."

"Well, at least you're finally admitting it."

"What?"

"How amazing I am, of course."

Harry smiled. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Draco."

"Why not? I am amazing aren't?"

Harry would have said 'no' just to tease, but the look Draco gave him stopped him and he merely smiled and leaned in to press his lips against Draco's. "Of course you are. And you're finally mine."