The girls squealed ferociously. Some were very near to tears, and he smirked.

And he did it again.

They squealed some more. Apparently, they really liked this whole slow thrusting motion he was doing with his hips. He shone underneath the spotlight, what with all that glitter – he was positively drowning in it. Every movement, every swing of his hips and every turn of his head sent glitter everywhere, including on the women that were lined up very closely to the front, breathing heavily as they watched Draco perform his routine. He had two dances to perform tonight – one as the Ice Prince (hence the glitter) and the encore. He was so popular that he would have to perform an encore every single time he got on stage.

Draco was that good, and he knew it.

He knew just what to do, who to look at … take for example, at this moment: he grabs his zip at the front while his hips swung left and right according to the beat of the music. It was nothing too raunchy, surprisingly, given the fact that this was a male strip club. It was soft, slow, with deep bass beats … the Muggles called it Deep House, and he was quite taken with it and had a select few for his routines. He then selects a woman to stare at intently and when she notices that he's looking at her, he will send her a secret smile, wink and slowly remove his trousers. Down, down, down they go and so do those hundreds of pairs of eyes staring, following his movement.

To his viewers, he wasn't Draco Malfoy. To his viewers, he was Magic Malfoy. And Magic Malfoy was nothing short of fantastic when he was on stage – most of the witches here came just to see him and he cannot even remember when the nickname 'Magic Malfoy' started. It was the oddest thing, and it was cheesy but he quite liked it. And he liked the flying sacks of Galleons the most.

He took a step forward, and another – slow, sensuous, like a panther. He was clad in only a cerulean thong, but he had never felt so alive, so glorified. Looks like the conceited, confident and cocky nature was inherent and no matter what has changed and how drastically so, he was still the same old Malfoy.

He shut his eyes, threw his head back and caressed his neck, shoulders, chest … and he smiled, the lower his hands got, the louder the screams. So down and down he went until he reached the strings on either sides of his hipbones. Thumbing them, he made a show of releasing a lusty moan and chants of 'yes, yes, and yes' and just as he was about to pull the whole thing down (the screams were deafening now), the spotlight went off, the music halted and all was dark.

Instantaneously, the crowd went wild – some were cheering madly, some were protesting and most of all, they were screaming "more, more, more!" and Draco loved it. He allowed himself a moment to release a low, triumphant and dark chuckle before bending down to quickly pick up his discarded clothing and sacks of Galleons. After double checking that he didn't leave anything behind (especially money), he jogged towards the backstage and was met with a group of young men dressed in various outfits – Healers, Ministry officials, Aurors, the whole enchilada.

"Terrific show as per usual, Malfoy," one of the strippers commented and offered him a high-five and Draco greeted it with much enthusiasm, his triumphant grin never leaving his face.

"Thanks. Have fun out there," he nodded as the other men sent him impressed looks. They all wanted to be like him, he knew. Before he came, this club was almost run-down and the owner had been contemplating selling it off to a Potioner …

Draco's smile fell a little and he shook his head. No, no. Better not go there. There were other pressing matters such as: removing all that glitter from his clothes. He entered his dressing room – a luxurious, dimly-lit room with a massive selection of clothes arranged neatly on standing hangers. They were also arranged carefully according to colour and length. Draco was quite uptight when it came to things like that. Everything had to be perfect – from his room, to the music, to the dance, to the way he looked.

He laid his clothes gently over a chair and grabbed his wand to remove every single trace of glitter on his skin before looking for his dressing gown. He searched everywhere – his built-in wardrobe, the hangers outside and in the restroom but it was nowhere to be found. In the end, he shrugged and grabbed a stray towel and wrapped it tightly around his waist. The steady, muffled thump of the music in the lounge and occasional screams could be heard as Draco stuffed a biscuit into his mouth while his eyes swept quickly through The Daily Prophet.

HARRY POTTER & GINEVRA WEASLEY HAVE SET THE DATE

Draco only spared two seconds looking at the picture of Potter smooching the Weaslette before turning the page. Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish. Everything was rubbish and Draco gave up. Chucking the newspaper onto his dressing table, he walked over to a shelf and grabbed a disc case. He plopped down onto the nearest sofa, crossed his legs and began leafing through the discs. He had about an hour to decide what routine he wanted to do as his encore before Ascendio closed for the night.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Draco said airily, not bothering to look up as he frowned while trying to decide between two songs.

"Ah, Draco," a gregarious voice called out.

"Yes, Jimmy?" Draco asked, sending him a glance before returning his attentions to the discs in his hands.

"I've just come to deliver your, err, gifts," he ended it with a chuckle. Draco looked up and saw that Jimmy – the owner – dressed in a suit but arms were filled with heart-shaped boxes and chocolates and cards. He was a portly man with a face that perpetually smiling and cheeks that were always rosy. "They seem to be increasing in number every time you perform."

"Mmhmm," Draco hummed noncommittally and with a last, deep frown, he opted for Michael Jackson's In The Closet song. And then, he finally gave Jimmy his full concentration.

"Well, bring those lovely gifts over here and we can share them," Draco signaled for him to come towards him as he cleared a table nearby.

"I don't mind these exotic chocolates – the one with dates," Jimmy said, arranging them haphazardly on the table. Draco made a face at the word 'dates'.

"You can have those, Jimmy. I don't like them."

"The wife doesn't mind them too, so thanks," Jimmy shrugged and started chewing on one.

"Is she well?" Draco asked as he tore open a box of dark chocolate.

"Yes she is lovely, thanks," Jimmy nodded.

And so they stood there in silence, munching on chocolates as they read love notes meant for Draco – some were sweet, heartbreaking and there were some that were downright raunchy and Draco didn't even bother to read the rest.

"You'd think that with you not replying to them that they'd stop, but they only press on," Jimmy laughed at a particularly sappy poem from a young girl.

Draco chose not to reply to that, opting instead to sniff at a chocolate in the shape of a seahorse. Those looked nice but he always had to make sure that they weren't laced. Once, Jimmy ate a row of laced chocolates and ended up battling his way through the crowds outside to reach the person who'd laced the chocolates and tried to kiss her whilst proclaiming his undying love for her. Jimmy's wife had been pretty pissed off when Jimmy had shown up at their doorstop with Draco, singing love songs for someone that wasn't her.

"Ah, yes, almost forgot. There is a bride-to-be here tonight, and her friends have specifically asked for you to give her quite a treat during your encore performance," Jimmy grinned cheekily. "And then maybe after you can go over and say hi, you know, the usual."

"That should be no problem," Draco answered casually and cast a Tempus. Twenty minutes left. He grabbed the disc earlier and handed it to Jimmy. "I'd better go get ready. Will you please give this to the disc jockey?"

"Right away, Magic Malfoy," Jimmy winked at him and Draco shook his head at him before grinning himself.

As soon as Jimmy shut the door, Draco walked over to his wardrobe.

"Now … what shall I be tonight?" he rubbed his chin and smirked evilly.


"And now … for our final performance for the night … please welcome once more, MAGIC MALFOY!"

There were loud screams of his name and emphatic shrieks from the witches that were present that evening. There was no music yet, but the spotlight came on, right on Draco as he stood at the end of the stage. He had a bowler hat on and a suit, and his head hung low, but he could feel the heat of the spotlight already. He took a step, and the entire place fell into silence, anticipating his next move.

His moves were often slow, slow, slow. Teasing, never too much but just the right amount. He knew the crowd like the back of his hand (and he inspected the back of his hand quite a lot). Just when the crowd held their breaths enough, he straightened and lifted his head as quick as lightning and the music started.

The crowd went wild once more, and just as he tossed his hat towards one overexcited girl, he used another hand to take off his coat. He mouthed the lyrics to the song as he did so, loosening his tie with his now-free hand and sent sly looks at random witches that were watching him intently.

Twisting his hips and dropping his tie onto the floor, another spotlight came on. It highlighted a group of young ladies two tables from the stage, and Draco raised a curious eyebrow. It was the Weaslette.

And then it made sense – that newspaper article earlier. So she was the bride-to-be. Draco let out a bark of laughter and shook his head. He bit his lip and tossed his head back in annoyance, but to the crowd it probably seemed like he was lost in lust and ecstasy.

Draco took a deep breath and stepped down from the stage while unbuttoning his shirt, leaving only four more unbuttoned.

Well, work is work.

He slinked towards the table, towards a very shocked Ginevra Weasley, who was furiously mouthing "That's Draco Malfoy? The Draco Malfoy?". She didn't have a look of disgust or anger, but she looked just like any other girl that watched Draco. She was completely smitten, caught unawares and admiring Draco. It was fine, it made Draco's job easier.

The spotlight trailed him and once he was face to face with the Weaslette, her face was so red that Draco wasn't sure whether it was because of the spotlight heat or Draco's close proximity. Maybe both.

"Hello there, Ginevra," Draco sent her a devilish grin, whilst making a show of eyeing her up and down. "So I hear you're getting married."

"Y-y-yes," she stammered, whilst grabbing a friend's hand hard, as if trying to hold her down, preventing her from jumping on Draco and ravishing him.

"I see, what a shame," Draco leaned in close and barely brushed his lips with hers and pulled away and raising his arms. "Care to … finish the rest?"

The Weaslette sent her a confused look, and Draco smiled sweetly before looking down at his buttons. Her eyes widened in understanding and she turned redder. So it was Draco after all, not the spotlight.

"Please," Draco whispered and sent her his best come-hither look. Jimmy had dubbed that look the 'panty-dropping if not panty-wetting look'. Safe to say, it had worked as the Weaslette struggled to compose her facial features from lusty to confident. It failed terribly, of course, as Draco could see her fingers shake as she tried to get the buttons of the holes.

"S-sorry, I just," the Weaslette frowned and still, she struggled. Draco rolled his eyes with a smile and capturing her hands, he moved them away from him gently before unbuttoning the rest. Without warning, Draco threw the shirt off his person and stood there, half-naked in front of Weaslette. Good Merlin, if only Draco knew this was going to happen back in Hogwarts. What a life aye.

He would normally give the special girl the 'boyfriend' experience but today he didn't feel very much up for it, considering that this was his sworn enemy's wife-to-be, and it was best to be careful around her, lest Harry Potter himself would show up and hex his balls off.

What he did was take off his pants, perform a slow, teasing dance that went along with the beat of the song right in front of her and then as he stood only in his briefs, he held out his hand for her to take.

"Dance with me, the song is almost finished," he said gently.

The Weaslette all but jumped at the chance, grabbing his hand and clinging onto him for dear life.

In the middle of their dance, Draco's fingers traced up her back to her shoulders and her hair, caressing, massaging her scalp as they danced and once glance at her face told Draco that he had won. She was basically a pile of goo in his hands, and that meant that his task was completed.

He distinctively felt a couple of hands trying to grab him but he ignored them completely, focusing on pushing the Weaslette over the edge just by words and teasing touches.

He stroked her chin, and her jaw and her eyes fluttered shut. Draco smirked and leaned in, stopping just a centimeter away from her lips.

"I wish you and Potter all the happiness in the world," he whispered seductively and she groaned low in her throat. And with that, Draco released her. All the lights went off and the music stopped.

That was his cue to leave.

He quickly grabbed his things, jumped up the stage and disappeared just in time for the lights to come back on again.

Man, he was good.

"Aaaah, Magic Malfoy, my man!" another stripper high-fived him and clapped him on the back and Draco sent him a smirk.

"Draco, don't forget to say hi before we close," Jimmy reminded him as Draco passed him.

"Yeah, just let me change. Be right there."


Draco was exhausted and could not stop imagining his bed.

"Hello!" a girl he didn't know greeted her as he walked back to the Weaslette's table. She was bubbly, tall and tan and Draco smiled at her.

"Hi," he said smoothly and turned to the Weaslette. "I trust you enjoyed the show earlier?"

She nodded fervently, apparently still speechless and Draco took that as a compliment.

A bottle of champagne arrived and Draco nodded at the waiter, "Thanks, Anson."

"I believe," Draco said as he opened the bottle, "Congratulations are in order."

"Thanks, Malfoy. You've changed so much," Weaslette said, amazed.

"Not entirely," he winked at her and poured her a glass of champagne.

They clinked their glasses and Draco shut his eyes and he downed the entire content. He wished he was in bed already.

"Anybody else want a glass?" Draco asked.

"I do," a foreign voice came from his right, the person shadowed by darkness. Draco frowned and concentrated on making out the person's features, but, as if reading Draco's mind, the person stepped forward.

Draco's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline.

"Granger?" he almost choked.

"Hello, Malfoy," she answered in a cool voice. Draco sized her up and found that she grew into quite an attractive woman, while still retaining some of that Grangeresque features such as that brown curly mane and the bossy air. However, the bossy air was quite fitting now as she was dressed in a corporate outfit. She looked presentable, practical and like, well, Granger.

"Hi," Draco said, still stunned. He regained his senses and poured her a glass of champagne. "You look well."

"You too," she sent him a polite smile and accepted the champagne. She drank the entire content as well, and Draco laughed a little.

"Wow, I'm curious. Hermione Granger here, of all places," he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I am friends with Ginny," she said, nodding at Ginny, who, was staring at the both of them intently as if watching a soap opera.

"Hmm, I see," Draco nodded, "What is that you do now?"

"Well, I am chairperson of Nebuchadnezzar Water," she grinned.

"Wow. That sounds fantastic. Good on you," Draco said, feeling the slight signs of awkwardness beginning. Maybe it was just him.

"And you, wow," Granger pointed at the stage and then at him.

"Well, I hope whatever I do does not offend your professional eyes," Draco shrugged.

"No, not at all. Quite the contrary," Hermione said quietly and then … and then she had this unfathomable look on her face.

Hmm? What was that?

"Draco!" he heard Jimmy's voice call from afar. Ah, and that was the cue to leave.

"I've got to go," Draco said, faking a sad smile. He leaned and kissed the Weaslette on the cheek (eugh!) and wished her well and happiness for her wedding and then turned back to Granger.

"Well, Granger, I guess I'll see you around. All the best," he nodded politely.

"What? No goodbye kiss for me?" she asked, face as expressionless. It was so unreadable that it could have rivaled Draco's own.

"What? You're … joking?" He asked uncertainly.

Granger shrugged.

"Well …" he quickly leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. "Have a nice evening."

Granger watched him quietly and only nodded.

Well, that has been sufficiently awkward, so Draco immediately turned on his heel and walked towards Jimmy.

He wanted his bed right now.


The very next day was similar to any other day.

Draco danced, the crowd screamed. Draco undressed and the crowd lost their minds.

There was something different though. As he lost himself to dance, he felt something touch his right hip.

He opened his eyes and almost gasped his heart out of his mouth, and dropped the rose that was part of his routine.

It was Hermione sodding Granger.

She was watching him intently, as she tried to tie a heavy sack of Galleons (well, she was rich now) around the strings of his thong.

For the first time ever, Magic Malfoy faltered in his routine and stood still as he watched Hermione Granger.

After successfully tying the sack of Galleons, Hermione sat back and relaxed, and continued to watch him from the front row. She had apparently booked the front table, and there she was, sitting down all by herself. She wasn't flanked by her girl friends and the Weaslette was nowhere to be seen.

Draco frowned and his mind was conjuring thought after thought.

But – he had a job to do.

He picked up the rose and continued dancing, and just as he was about to turn around and shake his derriere like the crowd liked, he shot her a curious glance.

Hermione Granger was seated in the darkness as she sipped on her wine, but her eyes … her eyes were watching intently.

That was so fucking strange.

TBC!

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Oh, and if you're curious – the song Draco was dancing to earlier on was Just Kiddin – Thinking About It.