Okay so my sister has been bugging me forever to put this story up and she has me at umbrella point right now to put this up. I am really proud of this story and I hope you guys all like it to!

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Warning: Contains slash, violence, obscene gestures, and other stuff not appropriate for little children. Ye have been forewarned!

True Ambitions

Chapter 1 Prologue

By Bored-Is-My-Favorite-Word

Flashing neon lights blared as the music flowed through the speakers of the club. A mass of bodies was in the middle grinding and dancing against their partners. A bar was set up on the upper level and cages and platforms were hanging from the ceiling with men and women alike dancing in them. In one such cage stood two women of about sixteen. One had a distinctly Indian appearance and wore a pair of small red leather shorts and a halter-top made of leather and a deep silver color. The one who she was grinding against and was holding her hips had long brown hair with blue eyes that were glazed over in lust. She wore a small leather skirt with shorts under and a black gothic styled tube top. Both held a glisten of sweat on their skin as they grinded and twirled to the beat. Sneaking in kisses here and there they were the epiphany of lust. When the song ended they had some guys bring them down and headed through the mass of bodies to the upper levels.

They strode through and headed directly to a door where a bouncer let them in immediately as they gave him small nods. Once entering they were treated to the sight of a pair of men practically having sex with clothes on. One had short sandy blonde hair with piercing gray blue eyes that were half lidded in lust to what the other boy was doing to him. He wore baggy black pants that hung on his hips with a muscle T-shirt. The other was a small and handsome black man with slightly long hair twisted into dread locks and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. He wore a pair of low-rise jeans that sat gracefully on his hips and a black leather tank top with a collar.

On the other side of the room sat a man with a woman perched in his lap thoroughly snogging him. The woman had on short leather skirt with black and white stripes and a tank top stopping above her novel. She had silky brown hair reaching her butt pulled into two braids giving her a slightly innocent look with her doe like hazel eyes. The man had spiky red hair with crystal blue eyes with flecks of green. He had tan skin and wore baggy black jeans and a black and blue muscle shirt. He spared them a glance as they entered giving a grin.

"You two look like you had fun," he said. The girl on his lap turned so she could face them.

"Look who's talking," the Indian girl said with a grin. The girl on his lap just gave them a grin.

"Yeah I was having a lot of fun actually," he said sliding his hand down her back. She gave him a half lidded heated stare and licked her lips.

"So where's Neville and Harry?" asked Lavender plopping herself down on to a love seat and pulling Parvati on to her lap and wrapping her arms around her waist.

Hermione snorted, "You know those two. Probably paired up to seduce some poor unfortunate fellow, their almost worse then Seamus and Dean."

The mentioned two had finally stopped snogging and Seamus responded, "Hey I resent that! Neville and Harry, are way worse then us any day," he stated.

Dean nodded, "I think it's because they have to hold it in most of the year. The sexual frustration in them was so thick it was suffocating," he stated.

Lavender shuttered, "Poor guys. No sex because they have to keep up pretences. I feel bad for Harry the most though; he has to keep it in around the Dursley's." The others nodded sympathetically.

"Oh it's not too bad, there are a lot of hot guys in Privet Dr.," stated a voice as Harry and Neville entered. Out of them all Harry and Neville were probably the sexiest. Neville had beautiful curls of chestnut reaching his shoulders with a loose braid. His beautiful sapphire orbs held a heat and passion most never saw that complemented his olive skin tone. He had a lean build and was about an inch taller then Harry who was the shortest out of them all with the height of a fourteen year old. He wore leather pants that were practically painted on. As a shirt he wore a black skin-tight hoody with a Celtic knot on the front. He moved with fluid and grace and was not the clumsy boy everyone thought him to be.

Harry was almost the exact opposite. His raven black hair was to his knees tucked behind his ears except for two lone braids framing his face. He had perfect bone structure and ivory skin tone that contrasted against his large almond shaped green eyes framed by black lashes. He had pink delicate lips that were full exposing perfect white teeth when he smiled. His glasses were non-existent having gotten rid of them when he got his eyes fixed. He wore baggy green cargos that hung off his hips and were held up with a belt. A leather tank top was glued to his skin showing off his muscles, along with black skin-tight gloves to his elbows. He stood next to Neville and seemed to radiate with sex appeal.

"Most of which are strait," Hermione pointed out. Harry and Neville sat down inside with Harry at the small mini bar facing them and Neville leaning against the coffee table.

Harry gave a small smile, "Correction, most of which who used to be strait. I have that affect on people," he said giving a languid stretch.

"Except Ron of course," he said after a moment and proceeded to scowl at Ron who just grinned cheekily.

"So who did you guys trap in your little web this time?" asked Seamus with a grin.

"Some guy who seemed about thirty, not very satisfying actually," stated Neville with a dismissive waive.

"Yeah in fact, it was probably some of the worst sex I ever had," Harry stated with a grimace. The others nodded and Dean suddenly chuckled getting everyone's eyes on him.

"It's times like this where it's so funny how everyone else in the world pictures us," Dean said and the others chuckled.

"Yes, me and Lavender, the two oh so hot and crazy about boys. Because make up and eating a pickle a week are the most important things in life, " Parvati stated the others laughing.

"Oh yeah and bossy bookworm Hermione Granger," teased Ron slightly she gave a pout and poked him in the stomach.

"Oh yeah well what about that quidditch obsessed idiot Weasley, Ron," she stated with a grin.

"Girl crazy best friends Seamus and Dean," Dean joined in with a grin as Seamus gave a playful growl nipping at the others ear lobe.

"Oh I'll show you friends," he growled before proceeding to tickle him making Dean giggle slightly.

Harry looked at them before nodding, "Yes it is funny how much nobody actually knows about Gryffindor. To think that Godric Gryffindor was not as chivalrous as people would like to believe. Anyways Lavender did the shipments come in yet?" he asked her.

She nodded, "Yeah it's come in, and we had a little trouble with the delivery people though. They wanted extra," here she smirked grimly, "payment if you catch my drift. But Parvati here took care of them. By the way Harry we're gonna need new delivery men the others had an accident." Lavender stated with a malicious grin.

Harry sighed amusement in his eyes, "You know I'm starting to run out of delivery men girls," he stated before turning his eyes to Ron.

"Ron how is the Bumblebee holding up?" he asked.

Ron stuck his tongue out, "Dumbledore still doesn't have a clue what's going on. He still believes we're all where we're supposed to be. Snape on the other hand is different," he said with a dubious look.

Harry nodded his head to continue, "Well he's been giving me and Hermione these looks mere suspicious glances come up whenever we have a slip up, even minor ones. Like me acting smarter then what I seem, or Hermione not acting like a know it all. He catches those and it's slightly unnerving."

Neville furrowed his eyebrows, "Maybe he knows something. We're not exactly sure what Voldemort is doing at this point, maybe he heard something from the Death Eaters?" he suggested.

"But what would it have to do with us? We have a very low profile, the only thing known about us are that we are eight teenagers who own a very popular dance club," Seamus replied.

Hermione's eyes went wide as she leaned forward, "A very popular dance club, which most everyone knows about, most assuredly teenagers. It would be a perfect place to keep a hide out, or at the least to spy on. Maybe Snape thought that we knew something about it Ron. I mean the only ones who would know about it would be someone who goes to clubs. Especially since no one knows anything about the supposed managers," she stated. The others eyes widened as they caught her drift.

Harry clucked his tongue, "Hm… so Voldey wart and Bumble fuck both have spies in the club. Do you think they will approach us?" he asked.

Seamus shook his head, "No, to them we are only a bunch of teenagers who own a club. They think we are weak and don't know anything." Dean cuddled in to him to soothe Seamus' annoyance.

Lavender snorted, "Obviously they don't know how hard it is to run a club that has all species in it."

Harry shrugged and was about to say something when a knock was heard at the door. They all looked at each other before Parvati cleared her throat.

"Come in!" she called and one of the bodyguards walked in his stoic face saying nothing.

"A fight has broken out downstairs, security is trying to detain it, but it is starting to spread."

Harry pushed off the side of the bar and nodded at Hermione to come with him, "Sorry Ron I'm going to have to borrow your girlfriend. It's always fun to watch her push people around." Ron nodded and gave Hermione one more kiss on the mouth before she climbed off his lap and headed over to Harry.

"Lead the way," she purred to the guard who nodded and lead them down stairs. The music was still playing and the lights still blaring, but now everyone was shouting and yelling and a circle was forming around some people. Harry and Hermione gracefully maneuvered through the crowd till they reached the fighters. It appeared to be three men, two wizards, and a werewolf. People who saw them immediately backed away scared for their lives, but the fighters continued. The werewolf looked pissed as hell, and the wizards weren't any better. Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered a spell. The three were flung back into the walls and held there before they fell to the floor.

"Now what seems to be the problem gentlemen?" asked Harry as he stared at the three who looked even madder.

"These bastards tried to knock me out. That's what!" the werewolf yelled and Harry realized the two wizards were dressed like auras. Harry felt himself grow annoyed, god why did they have to start crap in his club?

"Really? Do tell," he said his eyes narrowing. The wizards stuttered slightly and Hermione cut them off smoothly.

"I know what it is, your pea sized brains haven't seemed to realize that this is a inter species club. Not a fucking battle arena!" she yelled her eyes glinting. Harry stepped forward and let his eyes roam over everyone in the club.

"In case any of you had not realized yet, this club does not allow prejudiced of any kind to enter. If you have a problem with some of the species or people here then tough crap, you leave all of that outside of this building." He looked down at the pitiful auras and sneered at them.

"I don't want to ever see trash like you in here ever again. You can take that to your pathetic Minister." He said with a dismissive wave as the guards detained them and chucked them out of the club. Hermione signaled to start the music again, as it had been cut off during their appearance. Everyone went back to dancing and having fun.

Harry walked up to the werewolf who had calmed down slightly and pinned him with cautious eyes.

Harry gave him an apologetic grin, "I am so sorry about what happened tonight, I give you my deepest apologies. Usually trash like that is never inside the building if we can help it." He stated and he nodded wearily at him. Harry motioned for one of the guards to come over and he handed Harry something.

Harry gave him a small smile as he handed it to him, "Please take this along with my apologies once again. It's a pass that allows you automatic entrance into the club along with one other person, as long as you by pass required security as well."

The werewolf finally relaxed and put a hand behind his head with a grin, "Uh… thanks that's very thoughtful of you. So are you the owner of this club?" He asked and Harry gave him a thoughtful look for a second considering him before giving an amused smile.

"Of course, I and my co-owners manage this place. Not everyone can give out that pass to guests. May I ask what your name is?" he asked noting with amusement how he looked sheepish.

He gave him a wolfish grin, "The names Zheik what's your name?" he asked and Harry gave him a seductive smile moving closer.

"My name is Devan, (Pronounced dee-vaun) it's a pleasure to meet you Zheik. How about we get better acquainted somewhere else?" he asked leaning on him with a smirk letting his hands slip around the others neck. Zheik was quite handsome after all, and some of the best he ever had was from werewolves. Zheik smirked at him and Harry smirked also leading him towards one of the back rooms. His only thought was, 'Neville is going to be so jealous.'

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