To Be Loved

Just a Drink

It was mere hour after Harry had met the gorgeous Thomas. Already, Harry had been swamped with an extensive amount of feet to put shoes on. It had become so repugnant, he had stopped looking at the faces of the people whose feet he was holding.

Harry had just sold yet another hideous pair of loafers to a woman, when, once again, a stinking foot was stuck in front of his face. Though, immediately he felt a strange vibe, which made him lift his head to find a striking young man with sandy-colored hair and turquoise eyes smiling at him.

"Thomas!"

"Hi, Harry."

"How did you know my name?" they both asked at once.

"Breanne," each muttered at the same time.

They both glanced at each other and began to giggle.

"So, um...," Thomas searched for a subject.

Harry bit his bottom lip, in a sexy way.

"So I guess it's a slow day," he looked around the empty store.

"No, it's always like this."

"Oh," he looked down.

A plump, blonde woman waddled into the store. "I need some shoes!" her squeaky and very annoying voice exclaimed.

"Alright, madam, just let me finish with this customer and I'll be right with you," Harry's professional voice came out.

Harry turned back to Thomas.

"Guess I'd better go," Thomas said sadly.

"Yea, um, I'll see you."

"Yea."

Harry attended to the customer. Thomas walked to the door, but he did not open it, instead, he stopped and turned to Harry.

"Harry!" he called. Harry looked at him questioningly, "When do you get off work?"

"Four-thirty."

"Me too, um, alright," he looked at the round woman, who was glaring at him. "I'll, uh... b-bye Harry!" Thomas ran out of the store trying not to glance back at Harry. He crossed the street and returned to the café.

Four thirty came.

Harry's Muggle boss had already left at three-thirty. His boss seemed to believe that since he owned the store, he could come and go as he please. Often, he left much earlier, yet days that were busier than usual, he stayed there later, only to enjoy watching people spending money (and sometimes Harry felt he watched him) from behind his window in his office. But no matter how busy they were, Harry had to always lock up.

He finished all of his closing duties and left the store. As he was locking the door, he suddenly felt a hand gently touch his shoulder.

His heart jolted, he knew who was touching him. He slowly turned his head and saw Thomas starring deeply into his emerald eyes.

"Hello, Harry," he aid softly, and sexily.

"H-hi," he lost himself inside the turquoise eyes that were enchanting. Reality hit like a bolt of lightening, he quickly turned his attention back to locking the door, all the while reminding himself of how he must be faithful to Draco.

"Where are you going now, Harry?" Thomas said when Harry was facing him again.

Harry's eyes were nervous, his lips were parted. Already they were crusting from lack of fluids. His hair was parted just enough for his odd scar to be perceived, the circular spectacles he wore reflected some of the light. He nervously gulped, "H-home."

Thomas made a disappointed expression, "Aw! Well, can you spare a few minutes and come with me?"

Harry began to fumble with his bag, as though he were looking for something. He tried to avoid eye contact.

"Um, no! I must get home!"

"Oh, please Harry! Just a drink. That's it!" He stopped walking and gazed right at Harry.

Harry starred back at him for a brief moment, then muttered, "Look, Thomas, let's just get this over with! You like me, I like y-you, BUT I have a boyfriend, okay? So I can't have a drink with you, I can't go on a date with you, and I most certainly can't SLEEP with you."

Thomas's eyes blinked with a speck of shock. "Harry, I only want a drink, not a shag."

They continued to walk down the small street.

"Oh," Harry became very red, "Well, now I feel like a real arse! Um... wow... uh... yea sure let's get a drink, then," suddenly reminded of his chapped lips.

Thomas chuckled, "Are you always this mental?"

Harry gazed at his feet, "No, sorry, it's just, this whole 'boyfriend' thing is kind of new to me, so I'm trying to get used to it, you know, the only-one-person-for-you thing."

"Yea, I know how that goes."

Harry then came to a horrible realization, which made his breath increase and sweat pour down his face, "Oh, Merlin! I never even asked if you were gay! Oh, I hope you're not straight!"

"Don't worry, Harry, I'm gay!" chuckled Thomas.

"Thank God! Now I feel a bit less of an arse!"

"Don't feel that way! I am attracted to you, so you weren't wrong to think that."

Harry became uncomfortable once again.

"Harry! You're a gorgeous man! Of course I'm going to be attracted to you! But I am not going to sleep with you! So don't worry," seeing Harry's discomfort.

They came to a small pub, that looked a bit shabby, but Harry really didn't care. He did hope that they had descent drinks, though; Muggle alcohol was really good.

Thomas opened the heavy, dark brown door and allowed Harry to pass before him. The bar's smoke immediately hit Harry's face. He looked around and found that the bar was entirely filled with men.

"Um, Thomas, what kind if bar is this?"

"A gay bar," he simply said.

"Oh," he felt awkward, "I've never been to one before."

"Really? Well, it's not much different from a regular bar!"

Thomas sat on a stool, "Corona," he said to the red haired young man (whom reminded Harry a bit of Ron) behind the counter.

Harry sat next to him, "Um... I'll have a Margarita."

"Aw'ight," said the man. In only a matter of minutes, both young men had a drink placed before them.

"So, Harry," Thomas said as he drank his beer, "how old are you?"

"Almost seventeen," he grinned, "you?"

"Nineteen at the end of this month."

"Oh, wow."

"Yea. Do you have a last name?"

"Um, Potter, Harry Potter," his eyes quickly skimmed the bar to see if there were any reactions to his household name, though none of the Muggles knew that name at all.

"Nice. I'm Thomas Choice!"

"Nice name," though, he found it a bit ironic.

"Yea, I guess. So where does Harry Potter go to school?"

Harry felt a rush of heat come to his head, "Uh, um..."

"Shit! Is that the time?" Thomas glanced at his watch, "We better go!"

"Yea."

They both took one last swig at their drinks and then left.

Once outside the two began their journeys home.

"So where do you live, Harry?" Thomas said as they walked.

"A good twenty minutes from here."

"Oh, I live just over there," he pointed to an apartment building a bit further up.

"Alright, well, I guess we better part ways now," said Harry.

"Yea, well, hey Harry, I didn't sleep with you!"

The two boys laughed a bit.

At that very moment, the clouds above them opened and released its contents upon the small town. Rain poured upon them, hard. The two young men began to run frantically.

"Harry!" shouted Thomas, "let's get out of this! My apartment is close!"

"No! I can walk!" Harry shouted back as they dashed for cover.

"Come on, it's pretty bad! Just come with me and stay there until this passes, it should only be a little while."

Harry, who hated walking through the rain anyways, agreed.