Drarry oneshots

A series of Drarry oneshots. Don't like, don't read.
Warning: there could be some minor (or not so minor) swearing and other such things. Also some AU. Um...I think that's it for the warning...

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7. Glamour

Harry's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror, finally satisfied with my glamour. Seamus and Dean had been dying to bring me to a gay bar ever since I had come out after the war and I was finally letting them, at two condition: I could wear a glamour to hide who I really was and it had to be a muggle bar.

I looked at my reflection again. I had dark brown eyes and dark hair, but it was longer, hanging down to the middle of my back in slight curls. I'd tied it back with a piece of green leather. My eyes were outlined with kohl and I'd altered the rest of my face slightly. My outfit consisted of black leather pants that hung low, showing a tantalizing bit of hipbone, and a dark green shirt that clung to my chest like a second skin. In general, I was rather pleased with my look.

"Harry, are you done yet? We don't have all evening!" Seamus shouted, banging on the door of the loo.

I unlocked it and stepped out, twirling once to show off my outfit.

"Damn, you look good." Dean whistled.

I gave him a flirty wink, smirking when he blushed red.

"Let's go before Dean embarrasses himself even more." Seamus said and dragged us both out of my flat.

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The bar was noisy, loud music blaring from speakers. Dean and Seamus quickly went to dance, leaving me alone. Suited me. I headed towards the bar, ignoring all of the appreciative looks I felt following me. I looked up at the barman and the froze when I saw a very familiar face staring back at me. Grey eyes looked at me inquisitively and white blonde hair stood out against the dim lights in the bar. It was Draco Malfoy. The very man I had been in love with since my Hogwarts years. What was he doing working in a muggle bar, and a gay bar at that? For a tense moment, I forgot I was wearing glamours and was about to turn away and walk out when he asked me what I would like to drink.

After a moment of hesitation, I spoke. After all, he wouldn't recognize me with the glamours.

"I'm not very familiar with drinks." I admitted with a shrug. "I don't usually go to bars at all, actually."

An amused smile was on those thin lips.

"And you are here then because?" Malfoy asked me with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged again.

"My friends decided they were tired of me moping about this one guy I was in love with and dragged me here."

Malfoy let out a small chuckle.

"I'm Draco, by the way. Draco Malfoy." he said, sticking his hand over the counter. "And you are?"

I had a brief flashback to that time in first year when I refused his handshake.

"Henry Porter, nice meeting you Draco." I said, taking his hand and shaking it, shivering slightly when I felt sparks shoot down my spine.

I'd chosen a name similar to my actual one so that it would be easier to remember.

We talked for a while more. I learned that he was working here because his father was in Azkaban and he needed money (well, he didn't tell me that exactly, he said that his father was in jail, but I knew because, well, I had been to the trial) After I don't know how long, Draco's shift at the bar was over. 

"Dance with me." he said, looking me straight in the eye. 

I stopped breathing and nodded dumbly, the words caught in my throat.

Draco guided me to the dance floor. My brain was frozen, I didn't know what to do. I was dancing with Draco Malfoy! The same Draco Malfoy I had completely fallen in love with since sixth year.

After a minute or so of dancing, Draco pulled away and stared into my eyes. Then he was kissing me.

I didn't even notice we had apparated until I pulled back for air. That's when I realized we were no longer in the bar.

"What-" I started, but was cut off by Draco.

"I know it's you Harry, you can drop the glamour. You aren't Henry Porter, you're Harry Potter, there is no need to pretend."

I gaped at him but did what he said, not understanding what was going on.

"You...what?"

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Eloquent as ever. " a small smile was playing at the edge of his lips. "I knew all along that it was you, Harry."

"How?"

"It's pretty obvious if you know what to look for. The way you walk, the way you lick your lips and rub your nose when your embarrassed, the way you laugh, the way you smile and your voice. Honestly Harry, I know how the man I loved since I was fourteen acts."

I just looked at him stunned by what he had just said.

"Speachless?" Draco purred. "Good, easier to kiss you then."

He leant over, pressing his lips to mine. I gasped and he darted his tongue inside my mouth. After a moment, my brain finally caught on the what was going on and I kissed him back fiercely. In the back of my mind, I wondered if Dean and Seamus knew that Draco worked at this bar and if they had told him who I was. Most probably. But why was I thinking these things when I gorgeous blonde was snogging the living daylights out of me?

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