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On the morning of his birthday, Draco woke up and stretched a lot earlier than he normally would have. He put it down to the excitement he could feel brimming up inside him. He was sure that Harry had been planning something special. Why else would he have spent the last two days at Hermione's house? And to add to that why was he so secretive when he returned home in the evenings? Draco could only put all this down to one thing. A birthday surprise. So you can't really blame Draco at all for being more than a little upset when he waited for Harry in his apartment all day, like Harry had asked him to. Moodily Draco looked at his watch for the billionth time that day. It was '8:00'pm and still no sign of Harry. He was very fed up and threw himself down on his chic red leather sofa. He surveyed the pile of gifts he had recieved from friends and family. Jeez, there was even one from Weasley. Probably forced by Hermione he thought. But these gifts meant nothing. Why hadn't Harry turned up? For fuck sake he didn't even bother to send him a birthday card or anything?? Draco immediately felt guilty for thinking this when he realised that maybe something had happened to Harry. What if he was hurt? He could be lying in a ditch somewhere and here he was moaning to himself about not hearing from him. But there hadn't been any death eaters for three years after they were all captured. And Draco remembered only too clearly when Harry had destroyed Voldemort when he was 18. No, Draco thought. He's safe somewhere, a mugger wouldn't stand a chance against Harry. So there was no way that he was laying in a ditch. But if he wasn't there, then where the bloody hell was he? He told himself that everything was alright and that Harry might just have gotten caught up somewhere. Still he was relieved when the door bell rang at '8:15'. He pulled the door open hastily and his face fell when he found standing there not Harry, but Hermione. "Oh, Hi" he said downheartedly. "Don't be so glum Draco" She smiled, "I'm here to escort you to your birthday surprise" Draco's eyes immediately lit up. "Grab your coat" She said. It took him less than ten seconds to have his coat on and wand in hand. "Where are we going?" he asked as he followed her down the stairs and out in to the cold dark night. "Wait and see" she said simply. "Now, grab my arm so we can apparate". Draco did as he was told and within seconds they were being pulled through a tight dark tube until. "POP". They were thrust mercilessly back into the night. Draco stared around his surroundings. They were standing outside a club, which seemed very familiar to him. He was at an utter loss at what was going on. He followed Hermione obediently inside glad to get some refuge from the cold. With a nod and a smile to the manager who stood just outside the main room, Hermione escorted him in. Draco looked around at the lavish furnishings, everything was covered in deeply coloured velvets. Even the chairs which stood around the wooden runway which ran halfway down the centre of the room. The runway was of a darkly varnished wood, with spotlightsset around the shiny poles which ran from the runway all the way to the ceiling. The penny suddenly dropped as Draco remembered where he was. He turned to Hermione to find that she wasn't there. He heard the lock click on the door. He'd been locked in. Was this her idea of a sick joke or something? He was so confused that was close to pulling out his wand and blasting his way out of there. Draco started when a voice suddenly rang out from the speakers that were situated all round the room. Draco Malfoy will you please take your seat so the show may begin. "What show????" he asked incredulously. Just take your seat, It's the one at the front. He knew that voice , it was bloody Hermione. He did as she instructed and found his seat without any trouble. When he reached it, he found an envelope laying on the seat. Curiously he opened it up and read. *Happy Birthday Draco* Draco recognised the writing as Harry's staight away and sat down eagerly, equally excited and confused about what the hell was going on. He been sat down less than half a minute, when he nearly jumped out of his skin as music blared from the speakers. Music that he recognised within milliseconds. It was the song that Harry had played in his apartment the first time they had slept together. It was the song 'Pink' by Aerosmith. The lights suddenly dimmed to the point that the only illumination in the room was the tiny spotlights that were gathered along the edges of the runway. It took Draco a moment to adjust his eyes to the dim light, he watched heart pounding in his chest as the curtains at the start of the runway opened slowly. There was somebody standing there, from their stance he guessed it was a girl but couldn't be quite sure. His excitement leapt as they began to walk towards him, high heels clicking in time with the beat of the music. They walked seductively closer and closer, swinging their hips towards him. A spotlight lit up just as they reached the end of the runway. Draco's eyes nearly popped out of his head, he'd never seen anything this breathtaking. Whoever it was, was wearing a black leather cowboy hat tipped down to hide their face, light shimmering off their long raven hair as they began to move to the music. "Is this my surprise?" he asked suddenly realising how stupid it sounded. No answer, the beautiful person on the runway merely nodded and stepped down standing a mere three feet from him. It was then that Draco saw them clearly, he was shocked to realise that this was no girl. His eyes roamed over them, the black stiletto's, fishnets that ran all the way up beautiful legs held perfectly with suspenders. Next his eyes greediy took in the ruffled shocking pink underwear, then over a bare, perfectly toned stomach. Finally came the jet black leather corset and black lace gloves. A choker of diamonds hung glittering round their elegant neck. "Did Harry hire you?" No answer, not even a nod. They walked slowly over to him to where he sat in the chair, Draco's eyes widened in anticipation as they leant forward so that their face was mere millimetres from his. He could feel his body reacting to their closeness, his cock twitching as they ran their tongue up his jawline to his ear. He waited, heart racing as their breath tickled his neck. "Why hire somebody, when I could do the job much better myself?" Draco gasped, a river of pure molten heat rushing straight to his groin. "Harry?" he asked. Harry nodded, pulling off the cowboy hat
to reveal dazzling waist length ebony hair. Draco hungrily reached
out to touch him,
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