Disclaimer: The nickname "Flash" belongs to wintermoon2 I think. Sorry I didn't get a chance to ask for permission. Please don't sue me. You know the characters that belong to JK Rowling, not me. The things that are mine are this plot, Dustin, Jeff, and Pierce. Some of the places in here are made up by me too, so ask for them if you want to use them.
"That's Harry fucking Potter on that poster!" was the first thought that popped into Draco Malfoy's head, now known in clubs as Dragon Flame, as he saw an advertisement for an upcoming open mike night at a new club called Distance. Flash aka James Evans was the name on the ad. He had untamable raven-colored hair with blue tips, intense emerald eyes, defined cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sharp, but not too sharp chin. That guy was about 6'2", all muscle, a tight six-pack of abs, biceps, slender, but muscled thighs, yet he wasn't the least bit bulky. He was dressed in a simple black long-sleeved muscle-tee with a silver dragon o the front and a nice pair of tight black jeans. Wow. The new Potter looked good. Sexy. He appeared even better than three years back on the last day of their seventh year, even though he looked kind of hot then. And that was saying something.
Every head turned as the door burst open and Harry Potter came strolling into the Great Hall for dinner late as usual. He looked different. Very charming with a lot of sex appeal. Every set of eyes was on him like seagulls eyeing fish very hungrily. Of course he didn't really mind it that much anymore. He was used to being gawked at for the scar on his forehead, so he treated this just like everything else. Idiot for doing so too.
Potter was dressed in a plain white t-shirt that clung to every muscle in that edible torso of his, his abs, pecks, his back, and shoulder blades. Unfortunately, he was in baggy khaki colored cargo pants. The raven-haired boy – no, man – looked pretty fucking gorgeous though. He didn't take notice of it though; all the guy did was walk over to the Gryffindor table like he usually did with his hand in his pockets as always.
"Damn, Potter looks good," Blaise gushed. Haha... That was just so bloody like Blaise to say. He said what he wanted and didn't give a tiny rat's ass who heard. He was a good guy though, just a tad too promiscuous. Still a decent guy anyhow. He was clever, cunning, sly, smart, kind, funny, ambitious, and to top it all off, too bloody good-looking for his own good. "He's almost enough to make me entirely gay. Just one kiss from those luscious red lips and that would do it."
"Then go ahead and try it. It's the last day, either now or never, Blaise. He probably swings both ways anyway," Draco dared. "Go give everybody a last day to remember. Especially Potter." /Maybe I should follow my own advice and do that myself. Puahha... Now that would give Potter, Granger, and Weasel a day to remember. /
"Why don't you? I bed everybody would remember it more then. Potter would kill you, but it'd be worth it." He glared at Zabini. "Go ahead. Right now. I dare you to. Unless... you're afraid to." Malfoy's never turned down dares. Malfoys were never afraid. "You two would look hot together."
"You're on," and he took off for the Gryffindor table. Before anybody would say a word, he spun Potter around, declared, "I'm here on a bet," and pulled the surprised young man into an intense kiss. Harry to was too shocked to react at first, but then he began to respond by battling his tongue. /Maybe taking on Blaise's dare was a pretty good idea after all. /
Just as Draco began to try and snake an arm around Harry's waist, a certain greasy, black-haired, pale-skinned, mean Potions professor sneered, "Mr. Malfoy, you're just lost Slytherin the House cup for that outrageous display." He spun around with his robes billowing behind him, leaving one red-faced blonde boy and one smirking raven-haired boy there.
Draco glared at potter when he got back to the Slytherin table, who casually smirked the Patented Malfoy Smirk and waved innocently in return. /How dare he! That's mine!/
He looked a bit close at the picture. There was something different. Holy fuck. The round-rimmed glasses that had been broken so many times were gone. Potter finally got rid of them. You could see those flawless emerald green eyes perfectly now. The depth of those expressive eyes was never ending. They showed every single emotion, hiding nothing, letting you know exactly how he felt whether it was anger, happiness, sadness, jealousy, pain, love, hate, hope, everything you could ever imagine.
/Oh, to hell with the guy at the bar yesterday! I want in Potter's tight jeans this instant! /
Somewhere among the buildings of London, England, a certain raven- haired, green-eyed man was pretending to be asleep so he wouldn't have to go to the grocery store today.
"James 'Flash' Evans! If y0ou don't get out of that bed this instant, I'm going to shout to all of England that you live here at 3B! And I'm climbing into your bed naked `cause Lord knows I want to!" his roommate Dustin called. Snickers were heard outside the door. Dustin was one out of the three other guys that Harry had been living with for the past two years. He had dirty blonde hair with hazel almond-shaped eyes. He was about 5'10" with a slim, but strong looking build.
Harry just pulled his covers even more to hide from his scary roommates. He dreaded Shopping Day even more than Occulumency with Snape all those years ago. Every Wednesday, the four guys would go to a random market or store in London and get food for the week. Afterwards, he was dragged to find himself a new outfit and forced to go clubbing. Either he had to find a new outfit, or they would dress him up in their own skin- tight clothes, which got him countless catcalls from teenage girls to men in their early fifties. He shuddered at the thought.
Just then, Dustin burst into his room and started bouncing on the bed. "Come on! UP! UP! Up! You can't stay in your depressed mode forever! Please James? It'll all blow over! You'll get a record deal soon! Fine... since you won't listen, I guess I'll just have to go to plan B." He snatched the covers off of Flash's body to reveal a toned body dressed in black boxers and a white wife beater. "Oooh... had I known you were wearing that, I would have snatched the covers off a lot sooner."
"Gahhh! I'm freezing!" Harry cried. "Give them back!"
"Nope. You'll just have to change." Dustin grinned at him. "Come on. Breakfast is getting cold, and everybody is waiting for you to come and eat."
"Meanieeee." He went to his closet and pulled out a non-form-fitting white Adidas long-sleeved shirt, a black Adidas windbreaker, black and white Adidas sneakers, and a pair of black Adidas athletic pants. (A/N: I hate Nike so I made it all Adidas.) "I'm wearing these, now OUT! I'm changing."
"Awww... man. I wanted a show and tight clothes," the dirty blonde mock-pouted and strolled out of the room. "You better not sneak out." Flash slipped into his clothes, grabbed his wallet and keys, and snuck out through the door to the balcony.
He climbed down the ladder and reached into his pocket for his light and cigarettes. "Damn... Must've left them on the dresser," he muttered. No, you're not delirious or hallucinating. Harry Potter does smoke. He uses wandless magic to clean out his lungs afterwards though.
Anyway, James walked down the street knowing Dustin and the others wouldn't dare to call to him out the window. Last time they did that, he got molested by and old girl from school, Cho Chang. Turns out that she was crazy about people that were either famous or would be famous.
"James Evans, you get your cute arse back here! You are not getting out of this that easily! You will come to the club with us tonight, like it or not!" Dustin, Jeff, and Pierce chorused out the window. Flash's cheeks flushed red. After all these years, he still couldn't keep that good for nothing blush under control. Damnit. He tried to ignore his roommates calling out of the apartment window.
A pretty, dark-haired, oriental woman walked right up to him. Cho chang. "She asked eagerly, "Are you really THE James 'Flash' Evans?" He didn't do anything but blush and nod shyly. "Oh my gosh! I've been such a fan of yours ever since you performed at that club The Ice!"
"Umm... Thanks, but I really have to going now," James spun around to walk off, but she snaked an arm around his waist and whispered huskily into his ear, "I'm sure we can change your mind. Let's head back to my place for some fun."
"Well, I'm flattered really, but sorry. I don't swing your way," Flash tried to pry her arm off of him, which only made her hold onto him even tighter.
"Then I'll just have to change that too." She licked the inside of his ear in what she considered a sexy, hard-to-resist manner.
"I'd appreciate it if you stopped," she ignored his request and slid a cold hand up his shirt, caressing his muscles. "No, really, please get off."
"You know you want this," she whispered quietly in his ear again.
"Excuse me!" Dustin snapped at her, coming to his rescue.
"What? Can't you see that we're busy here?" Cho sneered impatiently.
"I'd really appreciate it if you got you grimy, slutty, disgusting hand off of MY boyfriend here, seeing rather clearly as he doesn't like it!" the blonde argued back.
Feeling violated, Harry removed her protesting hand from his shirt and mouthed "Thanks" to Dustin for saving him from that awful bitch.
"Prove it," she demanded forcefully. Prove that you're Blondie here's boyfriend, Flash."
"Okay, as you wish," and James kissed Dustin full on the mouth. He licked the blonde's bottom lip gently for entrance and Dustin happily obliged to the request. The kiss became a bit more intense until there was a need for oxygen. Dustin linked arms with Flash and they strolled off, just like a couple. Cho was left fuming behind them.
Pity that Cho was just another one of those whores who was looking for a shag from someone famous. James strolled on until he found a guy with cigarettes leaning against a stone wall.
Now, back to Draco...
Just for finding a new picture of Potter, Draco needed a cigarette rather badly. That boy was always getting the best of him. Maybe he was delirious. After all, it's not every day that you suddenly find a picture of your worst enemy and then want to get into the boy's pants. He leaned against a wall and fished into his pockets for a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. The blonde drew out a cancer stick and lit one.
There was a raven-haired guy with blue tips leaning about five feet away from him. "Hey, can I bum a fag?" Flash asked. Draco held one out and lit it for him. James took it gratefully. "Thanks." The voice was kind of familiar. Draco had heard it somewhere before. He took a second look at the guy. No, it couldn't be.
Platinum blonde hair, silvery blue/gray eyes, pale skin, slim but chiseled figure. Just like Malfoy. Nawww... it can't be. I'm just hallucinating. Malfoy would never be caught in the Muggle world either. He hates it. Then again, it's been three years, anything's possible now. Just for the record, Flash/Harry took a second glance at the guy that had given him a cigarette.
"Malfoy?" he asked. James slapped his hands over his mouth. The guy probably thought he was crazy now.
/Hey! How did he know my name? Oh my gosh.../ Dragon/Draco turned around and gasped. "Potter?" Well, holy fuck.
To be continued...
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- driven to insanity =)