The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

Weather is Here, Wish you Were Beautiful

The hot island breeze left the patrons of the small pub fan themselves, attempting to keep the sweat from rolling slowly down their faces and necks. The overhead fans were working themselves silly as they tried to circulate the air, the constant click coming from their overworked motors only slightly disturbing.

A young blonde sat in a corner, nearest the door to the balcony. He ran an ice cube slowly down his bare chest, muscles contracting as drips slid past his stomach into the waste band of his pants. Several eyes traced the path of the droplet, longing to slowly follow it with their tounge. He ignored said eyes, his free hand flipping a postcard over, debating what to write to those who didn't give a fuck. He raised his hand and motioned to the bartender, barley noticing as his drink was replaced with a fresh one, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes as he started writing.

*

"Kill me now so I'll die happy," Ginny said as she fell back on her bed.

Harry laughed and dropped their suitcases near the door before heading over to the window, pulling the shades, causing his red-headed companion to squeal and cover her eyes. "Finally, sunshine."

"Mmm, is that what that is, nearly forgot what it looks like." She stood behind Harry, wrapping her arms around his waist, watching from behind his arm as the beach goers strolled below them. "This. Is. Perfect." She kissed his cheek.

Harry grinned and kissed her nose before pulling off his sweaty T-shirt, tossing it vaguely towards the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at Ginny who was unabashedly ogling him before shaking his head, grabbing a fresh shirt from the bags. He pulled it over his head and caught her in a deep kiss. "I'm going for a walk and to get some owl treats for when Hedwig shows."

Ginny laughed, grabbing a menu for room service. "Have fun, don't get lost and don't turn down any hot little numbers who offer drinks."

"It's the first day!"

Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. "Point? We're only here for a week, I fully intend to have a nice time the whole way through."

"And give Ron a heart attack when you return and tell him of your conquests?"

"Always,"

Harry shook his head, heading out the door. His best friend was a complete nut.

*

The pub was packed, or at least as packed as a long forgotten island bar could be. Mostly locals and those "in the know". Laughter, music, talk and drink flowed freely as they drank up the freedom. Escape, a desire for those who lived here and those who just visited.

The bartender was friendly, his eyes always sparkling with hidden amusement as he flirted, poured, and generally embraced everything around him. One of the main attractions of the pub, he was never lacking in tips, nor offers of other forms of payment. And one could not deny he adored the attention.

Harry nudged open the door and glanced around before opening it more fully, careful not to hit anyone. He made his way to the bar, ending up in what had to be the second row. He laughed and shouted out his order. He watched the blonde bartender nod before leaning against a wall, wondering how he was lucky enough to grab a spot that was just in front of a small fan. He closed his eyes as the breeze flowed around him, blowing his over shirt back from his body.

Something cool touched his arm and he opened one eye long enough to take his drink and hand the girl his money to be passed back to the bartender. "Thanks," He mumbled, taking a long drink, moaning softly as the taste of strawberries flowed over his tounge, chased after by a light hint of alcohol. He licked a bit of whipped cream from his lips before setting his glass on a near-by table, running a finger around the thick white cream before slowly sucking it clean, a smirk curling more over his lips. He noticed three men looking at him and blushed, taking another long drink.

The bartender finished up the current round of orders and leaned back, letting the fans cool his overheated body. He silently sent another prayer of thanks for his bosses refusal to adhere to any form of a dress code. He doubted he could work anywhere else in just a low hanging pair of jeans. Speaking of... his eyes flickered around and finally caught sight of the brunette whirlwind that was his boss. At five two she was often hard to find in a crowd, but he had long got used to looking for commotion in order to find her.

Rajani, Raj to those who cared to keep their limbs intact was a hurricane of temper, emotions and strength. Short, slightly overweight, and eternally cute as a button, most ignored her until they found themselves flat on their arse in the street out front. She didn't suffer annoyances easily.

He watched as she made her way through the crowd before simply giving up and hopping the bar itself, nearly falling on her ass. She pushed down her skirt and moved over to him, running a finger along the waist band of his jeans before smirking. "You need another coolant I think," she whispered and turned to the cutting board behind him. A quick flick and he shivered as a cooling charm took effect on him, gooseflesh standing out on his arms.

"I need you to be out on the floor, no one's dancing and if no one's dancing no one's getting thirsty." She said as she hid her wand again, a pout on her face.

He pouted back. "I'm not a toy to show off,"

Her lower lip trembled. "Please..you know it gets everyone going."

He growled and nipped at her trembling lip. "You're an evil girl,"

"Woman," she corrected as she pushed him towards the dance floor, slapping his rear as she closed the gate again. She grinned as she leaned on the counter, watching him selecting a partner to start the entertainment. Surely there was no shame in ogling her half naked, decidedly sexy, and most certainly homosexual best friend was there? Okay, so she was a bad girl and going to hell but she might as well have some fun while doing it.

**

Harry's eyes drifted around the pub again as he took a final sip of his drink. He then promptly choked on it as his eyes feasted upon the sight before him. A slim, toned body pressed against another, hips moving against their partners as the couple drunk hungrily from the other's lips.

He bit his lip as his gaze traveled from blonde hair, down over smooth, tanned shoulders, a toned chest, down over a trim waist, down to.. He jerked his head up, a blush colouring his cheeks again as he watched the pair, wondering in what countries it was legal to do what they were on the dance floor, and if he could join. Okay, another drink was most definitely needed to distract him from THAT thought.

He absently placed another drink order, pulling off his glasses to clean them, still watching the pair, though now they were little more then a blurry image of sex which was slightly worse. He replaced his glasses and downed his shot of vodka, the burning in his throat making the fire that was already fueling his body increase.