No More Games (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter One

Part One – Hide and Seek

Harry stood with his back pressed against the cool white tiles, begging his vision to stop swimming in the low light of the men's toilets. The bass line pulsed from outside the door, adding to his disorientation, and he hiccupped angrily. He needed to get a grip.

So what Cormac was here? It had been a couple of weeks, he could deal with seeing him again surely, he wasn't some delicate flower. Except he was already feeling like a third wheel anyway with Seamus and Dean, and had probably indulged in one too many shots before he'd caught a glimpse of that curly, light brown hair. Harry was pretty certain Mac hadn't seen him in return, but honestly he'd dived into the loos so fast he couldn't really swear either way.

Shame burned through him. He'd had a few break-ups before, but Cormac had been his first, serious boyfriend. The one he'd introduced to his mates actually as his 'boyfriend', the only one he'd gone on holiday with, talked about a future with. Only to be dumped out of the blue, for no real reason, over the phone. "Bastard," Harry muttered bitterly and took a swig of the beer he was still holding, pressing the heel of his other hand into his eyes.

Harry had demanded an explanation, been desperate to fix whatever was wrong, but Mac just kept saying he wasn't happy anymore and that it wasn't working. So here Harry was, hiding out by the urinals, a good way into getting very trashed and trying not to cry. "Fuck."

"You alright over there?"

Harry jumped, having not realised someone had come out of one of the stalls and was eyeing him up curiously. Harry blinked as embarrassment crept up his neck; this guy was gorgeous. White blond hair, tall, slim but not too skinny, and grey eyes that danced even in the shadowy light of the loos. He was drying his hands on a couple of paper towels, looking at Harry and waiting for a response.

"Yeah," he said tiredly. "I'm fine."

"Just drinking in the toilet by yourself for kicks?" The guys' mouth twitched at the corner, and he dropped the paper into the bin beside him.

Harry laughed. "Yup," he affirmed. "Seemed like the best thing to do."

"Ouch," replied the blond, folding his arms and leaning against one of the sinks. "The alternative must have been pretty dire."

Harry bit his lip then took another swig of beer. He was never going to impress this guy, and his chances of faking it were pretty grim right now, so he decided to be honest, no matter how pitiful he sounded. This night couldn't get much worse.

"My ex just popped up," he said ruefully, attempting a smile.

"Ah," said the guy with a nod. "Broken up long?"

"A couple of weeks ago," Harry said, taking in a deep breath. "Not been with anyone longer than him, it came as a bit of a shock."

"So you're lurking in here until he goes away?" the guy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Harry bobbed his head from side to side. "Hadn't really thought beyond 'lurking'," he admitted, and the guy laughed.

"Fair enough. I'm Draco." He stuck his hand out, and Harry took a second to respond.

"Harry," he said, not sure what else to add that didn't make him sound even more pitiable. "You often come to the rescue of miserable, recently dumped losers?"

"Only the hot ones," Draco smirked, and Harry perked up immediately. This fit guy with the exotic name thought Harry was hot? That bolstered his bruised ego enough to get him to stand up straight.

"Yeah," he said dryly as he rubbed lingering tears from his eyes. "Super hot." He laughed and rolled his shoulders. "I guess I better go out and face the music, show him how over him and his stupid self I am."

The guy Draco pushed off the sink and looked Harry up and down mischievously. "Want a hand with that?"

Harry swallowed. "In what way?" he asked, aware he sounded a little stupid.

But Draco just grinned further at him as he came closer. "In this way," he said, and slipped his hand, literally, into Harry's.

He looked down and tried his best not to sway. "Oh," he said.

"If you want?" and suddenly Draco didn't sound all that confident. So Harry hurriedly squeezed his fingers and beamed up at him.

"What I meant," he explained. "Is would you really do that for me? We've only just met?"

"What can I say," said Draco with a shrug but looking happier again. "I've got a soft spot for the underdog. Come on, let's go get you another drink."