Green Eyes

Draco was still annoyed the next day, although, he wasn't really sure why. Was he cross with Potter because of the whole claiming story or was it because he had disguised himself as Sebastian and was toying with him? Had Potter only wanted to snog Draco and that's why he'd told everyone to stay away from him? And now? All of a sudden a new bloke came into the establishment and kissed Draco without reservation and everyone was okay with it? That was an unlikely story.

When Draco met up with Mark at Café Renault, he didn't wish to discuss his foul mood. Instead, he told Mark to talk about his latest exploits. Of all the friends that Draco had made, Mark was the only one, besides Potter he assumed, who was aware of the fact that Draco had never had sex with a bloke. He never told Potter this information but he figured Potter somehow knew. So he liked to sit once in a while and simply hear Mark chat about his own sexual voyage; it beat listening to Pansy or Blaise discuss their heterosexual activities. This was the only thing that had managed to take Draco's mind off of things—usually had been the only thing—but now Draco couldn't help but wonder how it would be like to be with Sebastian—to be with Potter.

Gods, Draco hated Potter.

The rest of the week Draco continued to submerge himself in work again. At work he organised and catalogued each item in their inventory, driving his assistants mad, and at home he stayed awake late into the night reading up on Snape's private potions manuscripts. By the time Thursday rolled around, Nathaniel Prince told Draco to take Friday off.

"Why?" he asked.

"You seem quite stressed, so why don't you go out to your little Muggle establishment tonight and sleep in tomorrow?" Prince said. Draco raised an eyebrow; he was confused, shocked, embarrassed, how did Prince know? "You left one of your Muggle magazines in the lounge. I took the liberty of looking through it and then hid it away before any of the junior attendants came upon it. Don't worry, son, your secret is safe with me."

Now, Draco was further frustrated. Potter was ruining everything. He'd pop up in Draco's dreams, one eye green, one eye blue, he would tease him before disappearing, and Draco would wake up nearly hard every morning. And now? Draco was blundering up at work! Something needed to be done, soon.

Draco was going to tease Sebastian, nearly seduce him, and get him to admit that he wasn't some mystery Muggle man who had to be whisked away in the middle of the night, and that he really was Potter.

Thursday night Draco arrived late at the club. He was a regular now so he no longer needed to wait in queue. He'd learned about guest lists and VIP lists from Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles and had learned to put that virtue into practise. When Draco arrived, he spotted Sebastian immediately. He went in straight for a deep kiss and pulled him to the dance floor. He walked past Mark, all but ignoring him. Draco made a mental note of apologising to him later. They danced as Sebastian was grinding on Draco and Draco was teasing Sebastian with his arse. Draco had turned him on instantly and Draco felt his erection. The idea that Draco turned Potter on intrigued him. Even though he would hear Sebastian's voice, look into the blue eyes, Draco only thought of him as Potter.

After a few more songs, Draco turned to Sebastian and whispered in his ear. "I've got to go, maybe we can continue this tomorrow night?"

Sebastian looked bewildered. "Oh, okay," he uttered. "Can I give you a lift somewhere?" he asked.

Draco smiled and shook his head and walked away. As he was leaving, Draco turned to Mark and winked. Mark smiled at Draco and waved goodbye along with blowing a kiss towards him. Draco chuckled. If only his father could see him now, cohering with Muggles.

He stood outside Casablanca. It was a clear night and the weather was surprisingly temperate. Draco wasn't sure what he was waiting for but he just waited. A few minutes later, Potter showed up.

"Malfoy, you're leaving?" Potted asked.

"Yeah, I suppose I am," Draco replied with a smirk.

"I just came out for some air. I saw you in there, with Sebastian, I presume," Potter said.

"Yet, you didn't come by to say hello," Draco answered.

"Well, you seemed sort of occupied," Potter answered with a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Perhaps tomorrow night then? A proper introduction?" Draco asked, his tone purposely a bit flirtatious. Potter is such a fool. Potter nodded in confusion. Draco said his goodbyes and walked around the club to a dark alley to Disapparate home.

The next night, Draco arrived early and spotted Potter with Mark. He must have had his smirk on because Potter looked worried. He stopped by at the bar and purchased three drinks for them.

"Where's your bloke?" Potter asked. Some nerve.

"Not sure, we don't really make plans more than just to meet here sometime during the night, so we'll see how the night goes," Draco replied rather nonchalantly.

Another man, with auburn hair and light skin, walked up to the three of them and placed his hand on Potter's shoulder. Potter turned to look at him and grinned. "Oh hey, you're early," Potter said. "Well, see you mates in a bit." Potter walked away with the other man, leaving a feeling of jealousy in the pit of Draco's stomach.

"You don't look so happy," Mark said. "You should tell him that you like him," he added. Draco turned to look at Mark with disbelief. "Granted, it might be a bit difficult given you've gotten into the habit of shoving your tongue down another man's throat."

"So what makes you think I like him?" Draco said, pointing towards the direction Potter had gone to.

"That look on your face," Mark said.

"What look?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. Was he that obvious?

"I don't know what the expression means, but I've heard Harry use it once with another man, named Charlie—"

"Weasley?" Draco exclaimed.

"Yeah, his brother's best mates with Harry, right?" Mark asked as Draco nodded. "Yeah so I heard them—"

"What's the expression?" Draco asked intriguingly, along with another question beckoning in the back of his mind, how has Mark met the Weasleys?

"As though someone kicked you off your broom," Mark said, sounding confused and Draco erupted into laughter. "You know what it means?"

Draco nodded. "It's just an expression. It's cute to see you use it though," he added. "How did you meet Charlie?"

"Harry brought him here one time. Charlie lives in Romania, he's gay and not out, something to do with his work. So when he was visiting for holiday last year, Harry brought him and he seemed to have a good time." Mark took a sip of his drink and looked out longingly onto the dance floor.

"You fancy Charlie?" Draco observed. It wasn't a question—it was quite obvious—it all made sense. Why Mark was so close with Harry and how Mark always said what his type was. There was something familiar about the types of men Mark danced with; they all had red hair and freckles. Draco couldn't believe his luck, the only real Muggle friend he had—fancied a Weasley.

"So what happened between you two?" Draco asked.

"We had a nice time together but he said he couldn't pursue a long-distance relationship and it ended. I've tried to forget him—"

"I know, I've seen you—trying to forget," Draco said; he wasn't trying to be mean, and he hoped he sounded concerned. Their conversation was interrupted when Sebastian had conveniently shown up, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

"Hi there, I've missed you," blue eyes whispered in Draco's ear. It felt so good to be in Potter's arms and Draco hated himself for it. "Do you want to go up to the lounge?" he asked and Draco almost immediately agreed. He hated himself for that, too.

Draco turned to look towards Mark and asked, "do you want to come hang out with us?"

Mark shook his head. "No, you boys have fun." He winked, picked up his drink and walked away. Sebastian almost immediately pulled Draco towards the steps to go upstairs. They found an unoccupied sofa in the corner and Sebastian sat down, pulling Draco into his lap.

"You're an eager one tonight," Draco teased, settling himself.

"I just want to make sure they all know you're mine," Sebastian answered.

"Oh, so now you're placing a claim on me?" Draco asked as though he was talking to Potter. "I thought that wasn't your style?" Sebastian gave him a confused look and before Draco could say anything else, pulled him into a kiss. Draco happily kissed him back.

They spent most of the night snogging on the sofa and Draco felt the other man's erection pushing on his thigh. Draco was turned on as well and curious. He wanted to touch him, he wanted to place his hand on the other man and lightly rub his erection. He'd never touched anyone else before, but he also knew that's not how he wanted to do it. Besides the fact that Draco wasn't secure enough to take his outness to the next level, he also didn't want to do it with a man who was in disguise. When he'd closed his eyes, he was kissing Potter, so to see someone different in front of him and know that it was really Potter was complicating everything.

Their mouths took a break from each other and Draco nibbled on Sebastian's ear as he made his way down, dropping little kisses on his neck.

"Draco," Sebastian moaned.

"Yeah?" whispered Draco.

"I have to leave for a trip day after tomorrow, but when I return, we should definitely go on a real date," Sebastian said as Draco stopped and stared into the blue eyes.

"Go away again?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, but I will be here tomorrow night and we can spend more time together," Sebastian answered. "And if you're free for dinner on Wednesday of next week, that'll be brilliant."

"Before this goes any further," Draco said, "I want you to come as yourself tomorrow night. I don't want your games anymore."

"I don't understand," Sebastian answered.

"If you want me, I need you to claim me as yourself," Draco announced. Shortly after, he got up off the sofa and Sebastian's lap. "I'll see you tomorrow night." Draco walked away without looking back.

The next night Draco met up with Mark for dinner before going to Casablanca. Draco wanted to give his undivided attention to Mark if he wished to talk about Charlie. Over the months he had grown quite close with Mark and genuinely cared for the bloke as he did for Pansy and Blaise. He'd even considered introducing them in the future—however, how his pure-blood friends would take to meeting a Muggle was a baffling thought. It would definitely be something he'd have to ease his friends into.

When they arrived at the club, they took their usual spot at the bar and ordered drinks. Shortly after, Sebastian stopped by. Draco looked at Sebastian with surprise. He had truly thought that Potter was going to come in his true self. He didn't understand, so naturally Draco glared at him.

"What's the matter?" Sebastian asked.

"Nothing," Draco replied curtly.

Mark must have realised the tension that built inside Draco and took it as a sign. He grabbed his drink and left the two men alone. Sebastian immediately leaned in and kissed Draco softly. Draco closed his eyes and allowed for the kiss to continue. He had really hoped that he would be kissing Potter in his true self by that moment.

"Potter," Draco whispered.

"Sebastian," the other man answered.

"Why do you insist on keeping up with the façade?" Draco asked before pulling him back into a kiss, gently sliding his tongue in the other man's mouth. They stopped talking for a while until they parted for mere inches to take a breath and Draco whispered again. "Potter."

"Who. Is. Potter?" Sebastian asked firmly, his voice full of contempt.

"Well, this is awkward." Draco heard a voice all too familiar from his right, but not from the man he'd been snogging. Draco nearly gasped with horror; Potter was standing on his right, whilst Sebastian was nearly on top of him.

Draco was an idiot.

Draco's heart sank. How could he have been so stupid? Unable to breathe, unable to cope with his ridiculous mistake, Draco slightly pushed Sebastian away and ran out of the club. He hid in the alley around the corner from Casablanca, took out his wand and cast a Notice-Me-Not spell on himself. Moments later he saw Potter. Potter must have chased after him and came around to the alleyway.

"Draco, what's the matter?" Potter asked, looking worried.

Stupid Aurors, Draco thought to himself.

"You can see me?" Draco whispered as a test. Since Potter had already asked him of his well-being and given that Potter was an Auror, there was no doubt that he could in fact see him.

"Yeah, the Aurors are trained in detection of several veiling spells and all the impression Charms—it helps catch the suspects easily…" Potter paused for a moment. "Besides being dead and coming alive has its own perks," he added. "But that's a story for another day."

Draco nodded, he was still out of breath, his heart still racing.

Potter asked again. "What is the matter, Draco? Why won't you just talk to me?"

"I thought—" Draco huffed. "I thought he was you, you were him." Draco pointed towards the end of the alley towards the club.

"Who?" Potter asked, looking towards where Draco had pointed.

"Blue eyes," Draco said. He chuckled a little bit; after all this time, he still just called him that.

"Sebastian?" Potter exclaimed.

"Yeah, when he approached me, the way he talked to me—everything about him—just reminded me of you and I thought you were deceiving me. Maybe that you—I don't know—fancied me and since I always refused to dance with you or spent time with you when Mark wasn't around that—maybe you thought you could get me to fall for you," Draco answered, looking at his feet. He continued to feel foolish. "Besides, you two were never in the same vicinity—so it was easy to assume—that you'd turn yourself into a blue-eyed Muggle to fool me."

"Draco, that's—"

"Besides," Draco interrupted Potter. "You're an Auror; you're probably used to going undercover all the time. Assuming a different identity could come easily to you."

"Draco, I would never make you fall for me by pretending to be someone else. That wouldn't even make any sense," Potter answered.

"It would when you would just want to have me on. A good story to tell your mates at the Burrow," Draco replied.

"Is that really what you think of me?" Potter asked.

Draco didn't know what to say. It really was something he would have done—so why not? He shrugged in response to Potter's question.

"So you've fallen for Sebastian, then?" Potter spoke again.

Draco looked up. Had he? If it wasn't Potter, then Sebastian was his own person. Had he inadvertently begun to fancy blue eyes?

"I—" Draco was at a loss for words.

"He must be looking for you, you should go back to the poor bloke before he has to run off again," Potter said. Draco looked up and caught the expression in Potter's eyes that he was evidently trying to hide.

"What?" Draco asked. "How do you know—?"

"Harry!" Mark came running towards Potter and Draco. Draco realised that his incantation was still on and Mark probably didn't see him. "Have you seen Draco? That bloke Sebastian is looking for him. Why did he run off like that?" Potter looked towards Draco. "Why are you staring at the wall?" Mark asked.

Potter took out his wand and Draco panicked for a brief moment. "Finite Incantatem," Potter whispered and Mark jumped.

"Potter! He's a —"

"Muggle, I know. But he's aware," Potter said as Mark looked guiltily at him.

"But I thought—"

"Charlie sort of set the curtains on fire one time," Mark said. "I didn't know what had happened, but it happened several times before he finally explained it to me. I was scared, but he gave me the option of making me forget and I turned him down."

"If the Ministry finds out—"

"The Ministry knows. The moment Charlie told me, I had a conversation with Kingsley about it. With Mark's permission—we've placed him under a spell that even though he's aware of our existence, he isn't allowed to discuss it with any Muggle. It's physically impossible for him to talk about it." Mark nodded along with whatever Potter said.

"Oh."

"Sebastian," Mark reminded Draco. "He's in there." He pointed towards the club and Draco nodded. "I'll go tell him that you'll be in shortly." Mark smiled at Potter and Draco watched him walk away.

"Come on," Potter said to Draco, offering his hand and pulling him from against the wall.

"So Weasley really broke it off with him because of the long distance thing?" Draco asked keeping the discussion away from the topic of Potter and Sebastian.

Potter sighed. "Not really. Mark didn't think he would ever be good enough because he's a Muggle and that Charlie would probably want someone who could also do magic. He sort of broke it off because he was falling for Charlie and falling hard. He thought of it as protecting himself. Charlie understood and they decided that if anyone ever asks, that's what they'll say—that the long distance thing was the reason."

"So now he's here, night after night, working hard to find a replacement, an imitation of what he's lost," Draco said.

"Yeah, but he knows, as we all do, I suppose, that an imitation is not the real thing," Potter replied. Draco was about to say something but they'd reached the doors to the club and he looked up to see Sebastian.

"Well, see you around, Draco," Potter said as he nodded towards Sebastian and walked away.

"Is everything alright, Draco?" Sebastian asked.

Draco nodded. Sebastian leaned in to kiss Draco again and Draco once again allowed it. Realising that he wasn't kissing Potter made everything simple. Sebastian was an imitation and Potter was the real thing. It was all so clear in that moment. Draco had been so committed in not falling for Potter, that he'd fallen for the first person that reminded Draco of him.

Draco stopped and pulled back from Sebastian, his inquisitive eyes searching for an answer.

"I am sorry, I can't do this," Draco said. "I am sorry, Sebastian."

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked.

"You're not the real thing," Draco responded and rushed through the doors looking for Potter.

Sebastian ran after Draco and pulled on his arm. "Wait, Draco. I don't understand. I thought that you liked me?" He looked confused and perhaps a bit hurt, and his grip on Draco's arm tightened as though he wasn't ready to let him go without a fight.

Draco sighed. The fact that he'd completely led someone on and for the wrong reasons caught up with him. He did his best to describe his situation to Sebastian. How his mind was playing tricks on him and he thought he liked Sebastian when he realised that he actually fancied someone else. Sebastian seemed to understand and nodded. As Draco was about to walk away again, Sebastian gave him a hug and whispered, "Go get him, he'll be a fool to not want you back."

Draco spotted Potter at the bar with Mark as they drank a shot of something. Draco caught up to them; he placed his hand on Potter's shoulder and turned him around.

"Draco?" Potter asked. "What's the matter?"

Draco pulled Potter in towards him and without answering any questions, leaned in and sucked on Potter's lower lip. Potter immediately responded by tightening his grasp around Draco's waist and kissing him back. When they pulled apart, Draco looked into Potter's eyes that were equally inquisitive as Sebastian's had been, but Draco seemed to prefer them.

Draco grinned. "I don't wish to settle for an imitation."

"So not fallen for Sebastian then?" Potter asked with an equally cheeky grin.

"No, I've fallen for you," Draco answered. "—and definitely not not-bent," he added.

And this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Months later when they were happily in love, Potter confessed to Draco that the reason he'd never seen Sebastian and Potter in the same vicinity before was because Potter used to hide himself under the Invisibility Cloak and watch Draco dance with other men. It was the only time Draco had relaxed and genuinely smiled, and Potter didn't wish to ruin it for him. Draco thought it was mildly disturbing, but it was not the first time he was stalked by Potter. He figured that was his fate—Potter would always be around to keep an eye on him.

FIN

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: For anyone that liked this story, make sure to check out CASABLANCA by OAKSTONE730. She wrote a 'remix' of my story with Harry's POV…and there's Charlie and Mark pairing for all the fans!

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