Disclaimer: I in no shape or form own Harry Potter. Damn JK for thinking of the plot before me!
Summary: Harry gets a new job and discovers just how cruel he can be. Draco explores his sexuality. Slash. Please read.
Warning: It's rated M, but just to enforce this; it is not meant for kiddies so please press back if this applies to you. Yes you, you know I'm talking to you. If however you old enough then read on and enjoy the slash that well follow! If you don't like slash then also please press back and don't flame me for doing so.
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Over the summer holidays Harry had been reminded by his relatives that he had not been chosen by them to exist so they in no way shape or form had to provide for him financially. Harry who wanted to respond that he hadn't chosen to exist nor have his parents killed by Voldemort didn't for the fear of meeting his uncle's wrath. You see, Uncle Vernon had found that Sirius had died and now mentioned it whenever possible to rub salt in the red raw wounds and now didn't have fear of being chased up by the ex-con. It seems that Dudley had intercepted a message of good will from Hermione somehow and relayed the news to his father. Ah Dudley, one day that tub of lard would pay greatly, but for now Harry would let him have his fun.
To maintain some pocket money so that he could afford his daily and basic requirements (like food) Harry had taken it upon himself to find a job. He had also managed to find it within the wizarding world. How he could not tell you, he had just been lucky – if lucky is what you called it.
Harry was now a stripper slash rent boy. It paid well (a bit of an understatement) and he selected the clientele he wanted to serve. Having mastered a glamour spell Tonks had taught him he appeared tall and slender yet built with abs you could grate cheese on, his hair dark and longer, his eyes big, sensitive and mysterious, his nose aquiline and, like all his features, somehow romantic. As well as the latter he was sexy as hell and had a devil may care smile that could make you quiver. His scar had been smoothes out and could barely be seen. It seemed that curse scars were terribly hard to get rid of. He had also pierced his tongue. The whole combination was dangerous and seductive. The job was annoying, but the money was addictive.
The club he performed and did tricks at was called Guilty Pleasures, and some of the faces he saw in that place sure didn't look guilty when they were watching him shake it on the pole. Because he wished to protect his identity he had also become known under the alias Tempest. He hadn't chosen the name, his manager Shackx had, because on the first day he had cause such a riot – stirring up a storm and the boy had looked troubled yet determined. It didn't bother Harry at all. Every Friday and Saturday night he was Tempest, not the Boy who Lived.
For his new job he had been required to get some new clothes. This included tight leather pants, so tight you could see his ever contour and bulge and a mesh type top (Like the one in Queen of the Damned, Lestat wears when he's at the concert. If you do not know then look here http/emergency.room.ne.jp/07MOV/QUEENoftheDAMNED/QUEEN20of20the20DAMNED2009.jpg) which showed his washboard abs.
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Quickly muttering the words to the spell he changed into his alter ego, Tempest and got dressed. Walking to one of the mirrors in the poor excuse for a changing room he put on eyeliner, which defined his eyes and added to the mysterious, intense look. Sitting down on a chair he made his nails lengthen and tinted them black – this made him look wild.
Looking to his left he saw one of his co workers – Arachnid – named because of the amount of ways she could bend herself into was unbelievable, like she had extra limbs. She way tying up her dark purple hair into to pig tails, today was the naughty school look.
"Tempest, like what ya see?" She said in her strong Texan accent.
Harry snorted, "Don't flatter yourself babe. So how's the crowd tonight? Still as lecherous as usual?"
"What did ya expect?" She raised an eyebrow then went down to hook her suspenders to her stockings, "Would ya mind helping out a little southern gal?"
Walking over, he helped her pull up the stocking slowly enough to hear a gasp escape her lips. Standing up he began to tut, "You really have to hold out longer than that dear Arachnid. You don't want to be a quick and cheap shag do you?"
Arachnid started to laugh weakly, "Yeah because you're so great aren't you. Tempest you're a common slut like the rest of us. An unclean libertine."
Harry stood up and grabbed the girl by the hips and pulls her close to him. Kissing her deeply before pulling back, "Funny, you didn't say that last night."
At that she slapped him across the face to which he just laughed till she left to enter the stage. Brushing the bangs out of his eyes he looked at himself in the mirror. He hated the person that he'd become, but he now had nothing going for him. Everyone wanted him to kill Voldemort, but what then? That is if he even survived the battle. He had no family and his friends weren't really his friends. They were too busy in each others throats and beds. Harry had become the third wheel. Turning away from the mirror he walked towards the door, breathed deeply and tried to regain a stoic attitude. Turning the handle he entered the depraved, sordid and scandalous club – the wizarding worlds' very own Moulin Rouge with rent boys.
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Harry turned, danced, weaved and shook all he had. He could hear the gasps coming out of each client as he moved towards the one with the most cash, where they would slip in into his pants. Turning to his right he saw, Devon. A guy who was there every time Harry was, and was becoming one of his regulars. When Shackx first took him on he had given Harry a word of advice, "Look after your regulars and they'll look after you." It was sound advice. If he kept this up, he wouldn't have to pay for his university fees.
Walking slowly towards Devon he grabbed him by the tie and pulled him towards one of the back rooms. Little did he know that a head of ice blonde hair was watching intently, and jealously.
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