It All Starts on a Night Out

The very fact that he should have been hundreds of miles away, asleep in a green-draped bed, only added to the rush that Draco was getting as he worked his way through the club. The crowd was pulsating in time with the heavy beat of the music being belted out by the huge speakers.

The music was Muggle, the club was Muggle-owned and run, and the bodies pressed up against his had less magic in them than he had in his pureblood fingertips.

Eventually he reached the bar and was served, even though he looked young enough to make most responsible barmen ID him. The barman serving him, Draco knew, was irresponsible but quite interesting for a Muggle.

"Same as usual?"

Draco smirked. "Always."

A Jack Daniels and coke was pressed into his hand and he passed over a green and grey piece of paper. Muggle money still amused him even now, months after he'd begun sneaking out of Hogwarts to come to Muggle clubs. He pocketed the small round metal disks, the 'pounds' and 'pennies' he got as change, thanking Merlin that magic could expand his pockets so that the smooth, figure-hugging leather trousers he was wearing didn't bump over the money or his wand.

Leaning casually against the wall of the club, next to a small table that his Jack Daniels and coke was sat on, Draco surveyed the Muggles dancing, when he saw something he wasn't all to prepared to see. That blasted red hair. He'd know it anywhere, even in the dim lighting of the crowded club it was identifiable. There were Weasleys here.

Draco took a gulp from his drink before deciding to abandon it and leave the club.

He entered the bathroom so he wouldn't have to go through all of the crowd to leave the club. After all, this was a muggle club and there were no wards preventing Apparition here.

Out of habit when he entered the bathroom he checked his reflection in the mirror, pleased to see that the taupe eyeliner, though disappearing, was mostly still in place, and his hair wasn't too messed up, though he ran his fingers through it to neaten it a touch.

"Well, well, a Malfoy, here of all places." Draco didn't have to look away from his own reflection to tell exactly which Weasley the blur in the periphery of his vision was.

"Fred. What're you doing here without your other half?"

"What makes you think we're past surnames, Malfoy?"

"Nothing, just checking to see which of the pair was bothering me," Draco said, sounding cool and aloof. He still hadn't turned around, his eyes trained on his reflection's.

"You're running, aren't you?" Fred, for it indeed was Fred, said, amusement in his voice replacing the scathing tone he'd used before. "Thought you'd get out unnoticed so that I wouldn't see you and tell the school, thought you'd stop it getting back to your daddy."

Draco's eyes dropped to the taps of the sink that the mirror he had been looking in was over. Then he realised he'd let Fred know by that action and he turned around to face that before had only been an indistinct blur. He immediately wished he'd stayed facing himself. Weasleys just weren't supposed to look that good, even after several drinks and doing shots with an older Muggle man earlier in the evening.

"Is that what you plan to do?" Draco asked. "Take it up with Hogwarts, tell them I've been coming here while I'm supposed to be in Slytherin under their not-so-watchful eye?"

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't," Fred said a predatory glint coming into his eyes, a wicked grin set on his lips.

"I'm not frightened of you, Weasley," Draco said, leaning back against the sink. He was glaring at Fred, challenging him, but the Weasley was just smiling at him with a look he was well used to receiving.

Fred stepped towards the younger wizard. "The only people who say that are the ones who are quaking in their boots." His steps had taken him forwards so that he was standing by the blond's feet; if Draco stood up straight their bodies would be pressed flush against each other.

Draco decided that rather than use magic and leave evidence he'd been at this club, he'd attempt to get past the Weasley, after all, the other one hadn't appeared yet, so it was just Fred. He stood, bringing his arms up as he did in order to push the twin away from him. He pushed hard enough that the former Gryffindor Beater stumbled back into the metal door-post of one of the cubicles.

Unfortunately for Draco, Fred had also been drinking and when Draco had pushed him, he'd also pushed the limits of the already volatile Weasley temper. Fred grabbed hold of Draco's arm as the blond moved past him with one hand and he brought his other arm up and across, smacking Draco's face, splitting his lip.

Draco responded in kind, proving that even with his slender Seeker body he had muscles and knew how to use them most effectively. He soon had the larger, traditionally stronger man pinned against the post he'd stumbled into before.

They were both angry, hearts racing, bloody pumping adrenalin around their bodies, alcohol and anger clouding their minds. Neither one of them made a decision to lean up or down, to close the distance, to taste the other, it just happened.

Draco's already bruised and split lip was toyed with by Fred, who used his tongue and lips to apply pressure, causing shivers of pleasurable pain to pass through Draco. The artificial sweet taste of cola mixed in with the various spirits and saliva of each, was what greeted the others tongue. Fred pulled the smaller body against his, his hands working their way around the back of the silken mesh shirt Draco was sporting, and lower to cup the blond's arse through the leather of his trousers.

Draco was by no means taking this passively, his left arm was being squished between them, playing with Fred's chest, his right hand's fingers were buried in Fred's hair. And his tongue and lips were kissing Fred just as much as he was being kissed.

As involved in kissing as they were, neither one noticed the door open to admit an extra person into the club's bathroom, until they were advised rather loudly to 'Get a room!' which shattered the moment and mood. Fred's hands immediately removed themselves from Draco, and Draco stepped away quickly.

"That didn't happen, you never saw me," Draco said, before nodding curtly to the Muggle, who looked rather embarrassed now. Draco lost himself in the crowd of dancers for a while then without looking for Fred even once, left the club and Apparated as close to Hogwarts as was possible.