Next chapter! I want to thank you all for your comments and feedback. I know some of you were hoping I'd stick with the original plot and I'm sorry for the change-up. Hopefully I can make a Hogwarts-based Drarry story at some point but until then I hope you enjoy where this one goes all the same!

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"Hey Boss? Boss….? OI BOSS!"

Harry jumped awake, nearly toppling out of his chair as he did so. Looking up, he saw the snickering face of Allie Sternbright, one of his fellow aurors. Allie was a bit of a prodigy. At the young age of twenty she was working under Harry per his request, learning and helping with the top investigations the ministry handled. She was a damn good fighter, smart, and a major pain in the ass. Working with Allie over the past three years, Harry had come to think of her as a little sister, which meant that in this moment he had never wanted to wipe the impish smile off her laughing face more.

"Damn it, Al," he grumbled, attempting to fix the piles of paperwork that were now covering the floor like a new carpet. "You couldn't have stuck with just prodding me awake?"

Allie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because we both know how well that strategy works. Honestly Boss this is the best way to get you up and, frankly, you deserve it. I told you last week that there would be hell to pay if I caught you working at ridiculous hours of the night and what do you know?" she feigned surprise as she glanced at the clock on the wall behind Harry's desk. It is one-thirty in the morning on Saturday and you're still here. Seriously Boss, the weekends are when you go home and at least pretend you have a life outside of this office."

Harry glared at her, doing is best to refocus on the case file he'd been filling out before he had fallen asleep. He knew better than to try to ignore Allie though. She wouldn't leave until she had said her piece.

"I'm head of the department Al, I have to take care of these files and it'll go a long way to making my week easier if they're done for Kingsley by Monday morning. Besides," he said glancing up at his co-worker, "shouldn't you be out doing something reckless I wouldn't approve of? Hey..!" Harry yelled as a particularly thick file was thrown at his head.

"If you'd open your eyes, you'd see that I have been out of this office tonight."

Harry spared a second glance and realized that the tight, black dress Allie was sporting was definitely not something she would wear around the office. Her long purple hair which was usually tied up in a knot at the top of her head hung around her hips and she was wearing heels instead of worn-out combat boots. "Really? I thought you came in to work looking like living, breathing, sex every day."

Allie punched him in the arm. Hard. "Makes you almost wish you weren't gay, huh?"

Harry snorted loudly. "Almost, Al, almost." Harry took a moment to stretch and look around. He could see the cubicles outside of his office were all completely empty. At this hour it was likely that he, Allie, and the security guards were the only ones left in the ministry. Harry had long ago given up the idea that he should leave Friday night and hit the pubs like everyone else or go home early for the weekend. What was the point when there was no one waiting for him at home and he had plenty of paperwork to keep him company at his desk? But even he had to admit that falling asleep on his desk when he wasn't working a major case was a new low for him and the look on Allie's face plainly said that she wasn't going to leave unless she was dragging him behind her. "Alright, alright I'm coming, just let me grab my things." Allie smiled triumphantly and stood back to allow Harry to grab his jacket and briefcase off the couch that sat across from his desk. As he was packing some case files into his briefcase to take home with him, he heard Allie sigh dramatically.

"Seriously Boss, don't you have anything in your life besides work? Why don't you go get wasted? Meet a strapping young lad and finally get laid, the whole office knows you need it. Oh c'mon it's obvious Harry," she added as Harry choked in horror. "You clearly need to get some. All you do is work and babysit for your goddaughter and I know you say that's all you need," Allie continued, vocally tramping down on the protest Harry was about to bring forth, "but let's be honest. You need more in life. A boyfriend, a partner, love, sex. I mean do you even jerk off?"

"That's it," Harry said grabbing the pixie-like girl by the wrist and dragging her to the lifts with him. "No more talk about my love life. Ever."

"There's not much to talk about," Allie mumbled besides him, shooting Harry an unapologetic smirk as he glared at her. "You know I'm just looking out for you Boss. Half the time you look like you slept at your desk and don't tell me you haven't," she warned, "because saying you slept on the couch doesn't work as an excuse either. I just want you to be happy. You're a great guy and I don't want you to look back in twenty years when you're old and gross and say to yourself: damn I completely put everything on hold for my job and now I don't have anything worthwhile in my life. I never even got laid like Allie said I should." Allie turned her big, hazel eyes on Harry and pouted, looking like a puppy that had just been told it wasn't allowed to chew on its' master's socks. Harry tried to stare her down, but knew even before he started that the attempt was in vain. Allie had him wrapped around her tiny pixie pinky finger and they both knew it.

"Fine," he sighed dramatically as the lift came to a halt in the ministry's lobby. "I will try to work less. Try," he emphasized as Allie squealed and spun in circles around him, "I make no promises."

"Perfect, and I know just where you can start. I'm throwing a party at my place tomorrow night—or I guess later tonight technically—and you're coming. No buts," she announced as Harry opened his mouth to protest. "I promise it'll be fun. I'll even drag lots of cute, single guys out for you too."

Harry knew there was no use arguing at this point. "Okay Allie, what time?"

"Eight o'clock. Don't be late. Wear something sexy to accent your ass, you don't do that enough. Actually I don't trust you to dress yourself properly. I'll come over to your place around seven and make sure you're presentable. I will not have all my hard work go to waste because you don't understand how to make yourself look good for other men. Alright glad we have that all set up, see you tomorrow Harry, ciao!" Allie pranced away before turning on the spot and disapparating with a loud crack.

Harry stood rooted to the spot. Somehow he had just been shanghaied into going to a party tomorrow night. Not only that but Allie, little Allie, would be coming over to help him dress. He sighed. This was not what he had had in mind when he promised Allie that he would try to get out more. Honestly Harry had been thinking more along the lines of grabbing a bite to eat with Luna one night or maybe hitting a muggle club to pick up a guy for the night.

Harry had learned a long time ago that dating wizards never led to anything good. Everything was much easier with a muggle who didn't know who we was or where he came from. They could get drunk, have a shag, and be on their way by the next morning, no questions asked. If Harry were to date a wizard, he would have to get to know them and they would have to get to know him. There would be questions about 'where this is going' about a commitment, and Harry had learned a long time ago that most men who knew the real Harry just wanted to see their faces on the front page of the newspaper. They knew who they thought Harry was, but never took the time to really get to know him as a person beyond the title Saviour of the Wizarding World.

He sighed. As long as he showed up to the party tomorrow, Allie couldn't complain. He'd go, have a few drinks, talk to people for a few hours, and then head home before anyone noticed he was gone. Easy. Simple. Harry ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Allie was a trained auror until he found that her puppy dog eyes and led him exactly where he didn't want to go. He really had to learn to start saying no to her.

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Draco sighed as he walked into his flat. He had just come back from dinner with Hermione and after several cocktails and some new information on the Savior of the Wizarding World there was nothing Draco wanted to do more than have a glass of wine and promptly fall face-first onto his bed. Draco wandered into the bedroom and exchanged the jeans and sweater he had worn to the muggle pub for a pair of comfortable black sweatpants. Cassie stretched on the bed and mewled a welcome to her master before the two walked back into the kitchen.

Drinking with Cassie at the end of a long week had become a tradition for Draco recently. He found that if he heated up a saucer of milk and splashed a little bit of firewhisky into it, Cassie was more than happy to share the couch and cuddle for a few hours while he read. Of course Draco Malfoy would never admit to "cuddling" with anyone, but Cassie was usually too tipsy by the end of the evening to spill his secret so Draco wasn't worried. Just as he and Cassie had settled down on the couch comfortably, a loud crack came from the kitchen, causing both Draco and Cassie to tumble off the couch in shock and land in a heap on the floor.

"Draco darling," Pansy Parkinson called as she marched into the living room, "it's been forever. I've missed you so much my dear."

"Pansy have you ever heard of knocking, or I don't know, asking before you simply barge into someone's home unannounced?" Draco pulled himself back onto the couch with as much dignity as he could muster and glared at the trying witch in front of him.

"Well it's your own fault for not answering any of my letters and for having your little secretary stop me from visiting you at work," Pansy pouted. "Besides, you gave me access to your wards so I could come and go without all of the nonsense of formalities." She joined Draco on the couch (Cassie had decided to occupy the armchair since it seemed like a safer place to sit) and summoned a wine glass for herself. Pouring herself a liberal portion of wine, she sipped and stared at Draco over the rim of her glass, waiting for his response.

Draco took a deep, calming breath and gulped a large portion of his owm wine. "I'm beginning to regret that decision more and more with each passing minute. I ought to make you write a formal letter every time you feel like calling on me."

"Oh don't be like that darling! We haven't gone out in so long. It's about time we had some fun together."

"Pans, you know I work crazy hours. My shifts are almost never the same and by the time I come home I bloody exhausted. I just want to have a glass of wine alone and then go to bed."

"You're just saying that because you haven't had a good shag lately," Pansy retorted. "Oh don't give me that," she said as Draco choked on his drink for the second time that evening. "We both know how you get when you haven't had a pretty little rich boy in your bed to play with. It's like your version of PMSing."

"I will have you know that I do no such thing," said the blonde indignantly. He sat up straighter against the arm of the couch and haughtily stuck his nose in the air. "Unlike you I just happen to be very busy saving lives these days and have no time for any such commitment—"

Pansy, unable to contain herself, burst into a fit of cackling so loud that Cassie jumped off the armchair and hightailed it to the bedroom, hissing the entire way. "Commitment my ass Draco, we both know that you don't know the meaning of the word. What you're trying to say is that you've been too busy to have some handsome man play with your cock and it's putting you on edge." Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she watched Draco flush a dark pink. "And I'll have you know that I save just as many people each and every day as you do."

"Pans, you work in high-end fashion—you design and market clothes for God's sake. How is that saving anyone?"

"I'm saving them from a fashion disaster, my dear Draco, and I'll have you know millions of lives have been changed because of the selfless work I do."

Draco snorted into his wine glass. Pansy was many things—determined, stubborn, and ruthless just to name a few—but 'selfless' was one adjective that didn't quite seem to fit onto the list. "Pans, really, I hate to be rude but I'm exhausted. I just want to go to bed. Is there anything in particular you came to tell me besides your opinion on my sex life?"

"As a matter of fact there was," she replied, smiling in a way that made Draco regret asking the question in the first place. One of my colleagues knows of a fantastic party that's going on tomorrow night and I came here to personally make sure that you go."

Draco groaned. Of course Pansy was here with some crazy idea to get him out of his flat. When he thought about it there was really no other reason for her to barge in here at this hour. Draco didn't consider himself much a of a shut-in, but he had also been wary of large gatherings since returning to London. While the bars, clubs, and parties of France had been open to the new Draco, part of him wasn't so sure London would be willing to forget the old Draco. That coupled with his insane hospital shifts had led to a quiet two months of just him, Cassie, work, Hermione, and occasionally her family's company. It was a nice balance right now and even though Draco was exhausted most nights when he came home, he felt pleased with what he had accomplished at work or had enjoyed his time with Hermione. Draco had seen no reason to meddle with what was obviously working and while (as Pansy had obnoxiously pointed out) he could use a good shag, his libido wasn't desperate enough to drive him out of his routine.

"Honestly Draco, my friend says the girl who's throwing the party knows what she's doing. She's apparently some kind of legend when it comes to having a good time."

"Pans, this really isn't a good weekend for me," Draco began, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Do you work this weekend?"

"I don't see what that has to do with—"

"Do. You. Work. This. Weekend." Pansy pressed, emphasizing each word. "As in, tomorrow and Sunday. Are you scheduled to go into the hospital those two days?"

"Well no, this is my weekend off, but—"

"Then it's settled. I will expect to see you at my home at eight so we can have a glass of wine before we go. And just to make sure you come," she added, a devilish glint in her eye, "I can personally assure you that there will be more delicious men to choose from then you'll know what to do with. You will be in homosexual heaven." She blew him a quick kiss and before Draco could try and persuade her to let him off the hook, she disapparated from his living room and was gone.

Shortly after Pansy's departure, Cassie ambled back into the living room and jumped up on the couch next to Draco to finish her milk. Her eyes were full of what he could only describe at kitty-esque gloating and she radiated smugness as she purred away contentedly from her spot opposite him on the couch.

"Oh shove off," Draco grumbled, finishing the last sip of his wine. He stood up and walked the glasses and the milk saucer into the kitchen, taking the bottle of wine with him as well. "It's not like I've lost my touch with men. Besides, it's you who will be kicked out the bedroom tomorrow night when I bring someone home." Ignoring his companion's affronted expression, Draco strode into his bedroom and buried himself beneath the covers. Knowing Pansy as well as he did, there was no question in Draco's mind that he was going to desperately need his sleep tonight.

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"I'm not coming out and you can't make me!" Harry's muffled shout came from behind his closet door. Allie rolled her eyes from where she was sprawled across his bed, throwing a pillow against the closed door.

"Don't be such a baby Harry! I picked that outfit out for you so there's no way you could look anything less than fabulous."

"I wear these things to gay clubs, muggle gay clubs Al," Harry protested. "I never bought them thinking people I knew would see me in them!"

"Who said anything about you knowing someone at my party?" Allie asked innocently. A shoe came flying at her head from around the closet door. "Okay, okay, people may know you, but they won't know you. I didn't invite anyone from the team, I promise. It's just a small group of friends I have from outside the office."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to have an angry dragon devour it whole, now will you please let me see you?" Harry reluctantly walked out into his bedroom and almost dove back in as Allie squealed with delight. "I knew there was a gay playboy underneath that workaholic exterior! C'mon lover-boy, we need to do something with your hair and throw some makeup on you." Twenty minutes and a great deal of cursing later, Allie stood back to admire her work. "I officially pronounce you shag-worthy my dear. Go take a look at yourself!"

Bracing himself for what he was about to see, Harry turned around to face is bathroom mirror. If he was expecting something, it certainly wasn't this. Allie had dragged him into tight, black leather trousers that clung to his hips. This shirt was a ripped up tank top advertising a muggle rock band and it too was incredibly form-fitting—Harry was not used to have so much of his stomach exposed. Black boots were laced up his calves and somehow Allie had managed to turn his impossibly messy hair into a distressed work of art that now looked as if he had just rolled out of bed after having a lot of good sex. Allie had also worked her magic on his eyes, which were now ringed with smoky black eyeliner, setting off their green color strikingly. Harry turned to face his friend, stunned.

"It's a good thing you had your vision magically fixed. Glasses suit your work look, but they would have only gotten in the way for you tonight. Now c'mon and help me finish setting my place up before everyone arrives. You can thank me after you've been thoroughly shagged into next week." Without waiting for a response, Allie grabbed Harry by the arm and apparated them both to her home.

Harry had never been able to understand why his friend needed so much space when she lived by herself. He himself had sold Grimmauld place soon after finishing his auror training because coming home to a huge empty house every night made him feel incredibly lonely. He was much happier in his cozy flat and it suited all of his bachelor needs perfectly. Allie on the other hand lived in a large Victorian-style home with so many rooms, Harry was certain that in the three years of their friendship he hadn't even come close to seeing the inside of them all. Allie said she kept the home because it was her parents' and she wanted to raise a family there someday but Harry was more convinced she just liked having the space to throw crazy parties where she could host and be the center of attention. That was just Allie.

Harry had to admit that Allie had really outdone herself tonight. Her living room and kitchen were connected so that the entire first floor of the house looked like one enormous room. With the dim colored lights, loud music, and magical fog swimming over the floor, it looked exactly like what you would expect find at one of today's more popular wizarding clubs. She had even transformed her kitchen into a fully-stocked bar, complete with sexy bartenders who all followed Harry with their eyes as he walked by.

Harry followed Allie's instructions about what final sound and lightings spells to cast while she went upstairs to get dressed and then fled to wait for her return in the nearest corner. As Harry waited for Allie to reappear, people began to stream through the front door. Within forty-five minutes at least a hundred witches and wizards were getting drinks and starting to fill up the dance floor. When Allie finally appeared at the bottom of the staircase, Harry pounced on her.

"A couple people, Al? A couple people?! Is that what you call this," he gestured to the dance floor that was continuing to fill up with more and more party-goers even as he spoke.

"Well," Allie smiled impishly, "I had to make sure you had your pick of the litter for whoever you wanted to take home tonight, didn't I?"

"I'm going to kill you," Harry growled as anxiety fluttered in his stomach. Muggle clubs were easy; no one came up to talk to him unless they wanted to flirt. Now Harry had to deal with people staring and trying to make conversation with him just because he was Harry Potter.

"Harry relax," Allie soothed. "It's dark, you look amazing, no one is going to pick you out of this crowd unless they want to snog you. Just go get a drink and try to have fun." Without waiting for a reply, Allie danced out of Harry's grasp and into the arms of a slender dark-haired man. Before Harry could call out to her again, she had disappeared into the sea of dancers and was gone.

Harry made his way back into the kitchen to get something to drink. He ordered several shots of tequila and proceeded to down them all one after the other before turning to scrutinize the dance floor. Allie hadn't been lying. Everywhere Harry looked he saw every kind of man he could ever want to snog. Muscled, lean, tan, pale, dark haired, and light haired men in all forms of undress teased him underneath the lights. Deciding that he may as well make the best of his evening, Harry took a deep breath and waded into the middle of the dance floor.

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Draco and Pansy arrived at the party by nine o'clock. Pansy had insisted on arriving once everything was well under way and had used the extra time to change her outfit about seven different times. She finally settled on something when Draco said that as the flamingly gay man, it was rather sad he had settled on his attire ago and was still waiting for Pansy to make up her mind. It had gotten him a high-heel thrown at his face, but Draco decided it was a small price to pay in order to get Pansy moving. Draco looked up at the large house they apparated to. While it seemed very old, there was no doubt that this building was well looked after. It wasn't quite as grand as the Malfoy estate, but Draco found liked the architecture of the large building all the same. He could feel the bass of the music pulsing under his shoes before they even reached the front door and once Pansy had swung it open, he had no trouble understanding why.

"Told you this was going to be a good night!" Pansy called above the din. "Let's grab some drinks!" Taking Draco by the hand, the two wound their way through the thrashing bodies on the dance floor until they reached what Draco assumed to be the host's kitchen. He used the word "assumed" because where you would have expected a stove, refrigerator, and other kitchenware, was a large, circular bar supplied with just about every kind of muggle and magical liquor imaginable. Three scantily clad men were taking drink orders and Pansy wasted no time at all in ordering them both shots of firewhisky and flirting obscenely with the largest, most muscled bartender. Draco was hardly surprised to see that they received their drinks before anyone else waiting at the bar. As the warm liquid burned down his throat he allowed his eyes to wander the room, looking for potential prey.

Begrudgingly, Draco told himself that he would have to thank Pansy later for dragging him out here because after going for two months without sex, he was almost overwhelmed by the amount of choices this party was offering him. Never one to make a hasty decision however, Draco decided to take stock of his choices before choosing his mate for the evening. He turned to tell Pansy he would see her later but decided better of it when he saw her hanging over the bar, still engrossed in conversation with the large bartender. Her breasts were practically falling out of her top and Draco was sure that it would take her no more than another thirty minutes for Pansy to convince her new friend to come take a "break" somewhere else in the house.

Draco left the bar and began to wind his way onto the dance floor, moving his hips to the music and sizing up the variety of men moving around him. After about ten minutes of scanning the crowd, Draco's eyes lighted on a man who was dancing by himself off to the side. He was wearing tight leather trousers that hugged his arse perfectly and his shirt rode up to display a teasing strip of toned, tan abdomen. These things coupled with the man's "I just rolled out of bed after being seriously fucked" hair had Draco's groin practically dragging him to where the mysterious man was dancing. He had found his prey—now he just had to make his move.

Skillfully, Draco danced is way to the side of the room and positioned himself behind the dark-haired man he had been eyeing up. Without waiting for his partner to notice his presence, Draco began to sensually move his hips in time with the strangers, barely allowing his body to press against the other man's as they moved together. Feeling Draco behind him, the man seemed to stiffen in surprise and stopped dancing. Draco smiled to himself. He had gotten man's attention, now to disarm his target with his charm and his body. Draco braced himself as his partner turned, preparing a witty comment for his new friend, and found himself face-to-face with none other than Harry Potter.

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Well my dears there you go! Updated just for you! As always please feel free to leave comments, questions, etc. or just say hi! Lots of love to all of you! Mols