The Palace Nightclub
Résumé : Harry disappears after the end of the war and is declared dead after useless searches. Eight years later, Draco (25) meets a young man who only wishes to destroy himself because things he won't tell.
Disclaimer : The characters and the prologue are propriety of JK Rowling and Co. The story is inspired by the video clip of 'What goes around comes around' by J. Timberlake. The story and the name of the club are from my imagination.
Warning : This story contains man/man relations. If you don't like this type of story, please stop here. Also there is mention of rape, self mutilation, a lot of alcohol, drugs, language and much more. PC-14.
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Prologue
"Avada Kedavra !"
"Expelliarmus!"
The bang was like a canon-blast and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning tough the air towards the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. […]Voldemort fell backwards, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upwards. […] Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, p.595 (bottom) to p.596 (first paragraph), 2007, JK ROWLING.
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Harry Potter had defeated the darkest wizard the Wizarding World had ever seen. Celebrations had gone on for weeks and Harry was a Hero.
He talked to the victims, to the grieving families. He went from interview to interview. He received an Order of Merlin, First Class and many other medals and titles.
And then he disappeared.
Ministry Aurors searched the whole country, but he was nowhere to be found. The Order reformed for the duration of the search. But after six months of disappointments, useless searching and paperwork, Harry Potter was declared dead to the world, and became an even bigger hero than he ever wanted to be.
A funeral was organized at Hogwarts. The Weasley's and Hermione had decided to lay the empty coffin to rest besides Dumbledore's. The ceremony was grandiose, many important members of the magical world held speeches, praising the Boy Who Lived.
Nobody saw the black figure watching all the fuss from the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, before vanishing in a loud crack.
Chapter 1 : A job interview
Eight years later
25 year old Draco Malfoy was standing in the middle of Muggle London, staring at the large mansion type house across the street. It was a famous bar called the Palace Nightclub and he was about to meet the propriétaire for a job interview. The place was famous for the shows, the ambiance, the girls and the boys, the booze, the illicit sex, the drugs, but it never closed down.
Only a select amount of people could enter.
Why was Draco Malfoy, hatter of Muggles and know Death Eater going for a job interview ? For the money? Oh no, he had huge amounts of gold. He had inherited all the Malfoy patrimoine at his mother's and father's deaths in prison.
He however had escaped prison for life by the simple fact that he had never killed a single person, not even Dumbledore. He had been forced into the whole madness that was the war but had come to his senses quick enough and his late godfather had put him in contact with the Order. He had joined them some time later and had had as mission in Hogwarts to recruit the most Slytherins possible. Sadly, the title of Dumbledore's killer still followed him, even with his side switch. People still glared at him because of that and his physique, too much like his father.
Which brings us back to the job interview. Draco had had enough one day and had up-sticks from the Wizarding World and was now as anonymous as any other person. (Minus a few people.)
Drawing a deep breath, he crossed the road, is Malfoy mask of coolness up. He walked up the stone stairs to the wooden carved front door. Two huge security guards where standing on either side of it.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Evans. My name is Draco Malfoy. Please tell him I am here."
After a quick body check, one of the gorillas pushed open the doors. Draco walked in and stopped. The whole place was marble. He could see a garden that seemed to have no end trough the large bay widows at the end of the room. A large white marble staircase was in the center of the room, covered with a rich dark red carpet. The curtains (black) of the windows were tied back, letting the sunlight illuminate the place and make all the crystal and gold shine. A circular stage was in the center of the room. All around it, large elegant armchairs, push seats, small glass tables, awaited the clients. Everything was married together, between the modern bar and the old fashioned chairs, to the elegant marble and gold decorations.
The sound of high heels tapping against the stone brought Draco out of his staring. A young woman no older than himself, with fiery red hair that hung stylishly around her face, dressed in designer's clothes was walking along the balcony that the stairs lead to.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy", she said in a warm tone even though she all but warm and friendly with her outfit, "my name is Bianca Davis. I am Mr. Evans associate."
"Pleased to meet you", answers politely Draco, shaking the offered hand.
"Gabriel is absent but will be with us in a moment. Follow me, we'll wait for him in his office", explains Bianca, leading him up the marble stairs. They arrive on the balcony that runs all around the room. Many closed doors made out of the same carved wood as the front door stand closed.
"Private rooms for our customers", explains Bianca before walking on into a dark corridor. They walk in silence, the only noise being the tap of the high heels on the floor. Soon, they arrived at a bare wall. The red head tips in a code.
A hidden and very well camouflaged door revealed itself and Bianca invites the blond in.
Again, Draco has to stare. The door leads to a large office room, facing south, with a huge bay window like the ones down stairs. It overlooks the whole grounds of the club. Draco discovers a large pool down by the front of the mansion. The room itself is very refined. A large mahogany desk with a black office chair turning its back on the window is the main piece of furniture. Two chairs like the ones down stairs await the visitor. A large fireplace, incrusted with lions is at the other end of the room. The walls are covered with a deep red tapestry and the ground is dark brown parquet. A closed door leading on the some other place completes the picture
'Homey and yet very impersonal', thinks Draco. ' Still, the guy has style ! This place is like the Manor !'
"Please, have a seat", says the associate, pointing at the seat opposite the one she's already in.
"If you don't mind", continues Bianca once Draco is seated, "I would like to go over your CV…"
"Of course."
"You studied at Hogwarts, your house was Slytherin…"
"Yes, it was a foreign boarding school. The students were in different houses depending they're character", answers' the blond, keeping his mask in check.
"And that you were part of the top three of your year in your… NEWTs"
"Correct. They are the equivalent of SATs." A flash of smugness across his features. At that moment, the phone on the office rings. Bianca quickly picks it up.
"Excuse me for one moment Draco…Hey, Gabriel, what's wrong…oh…sure, okay…but…right, I'll be there in 30 minutes…did he do like last time ?... how much ?! Right, I'll see you later. Goodbye Doctor."
"Everything all right ?", inquires Draco, watching the worry spread over the red head's face.
"Yes-yes, Mr. Evans's Doctor. It's nothing. Right, well, Draco, please call me Bianca, we have a job for you as server. You may start tonight. I sadly do not have the time to fully go through your papers but you look okay to me and I'm rarely wrong. Come by at 8 pm. But before you go I want you to sign this contract swearing that nothing that goes on in here will ever leave your lips on the outside. And I must warn you, most of our clients like new servers. I reckon you will be the catch of the evening, because I must say you are quite good looking"
Draco stares at his new boss in disbelief as she rummages through the drawers of the desk and pulls out the contract. He signs it and she walks him back to the front door.
"How will I get past security later on ", asks Draco as he leaves.
"Oh, just show your left hand and they'll let you in. They'll know you've signed the contract. See you later Draco", she smiles at him but worry still shines in her eyes but she still throws him the flirtiest look before closing the door.
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"GABRIEL YOU FUCKING IDIOT", yells a feminine voice to close to his ear.
"Not so loud B. …", he grumbles back.
"No ! Now open your eyes, we need to talk", orders the woman.
Cracking his eyes open, he realizes he's in a hospital room, in company of a red haired young lady looking at him murderously.
"Piss off !"
"GABRIEL EVANS ! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME 'PISS OFF', WHEN YOU'RE LAYING IN HOSPITAL FOR THE SECOND TIME THIS MONTH ! GOD, WHEN IT ISN'T AN OVER DOSE, OR A CUNCUSION, OR YOU'VE BEEN BEATEAN UP, OR YOUR SO DRUNK YOUR IN COMA, IT BECAUSE YOU CUT YOURSELF !", she shrieks.
"Miss Davies", scowls a nurse, "please, calm down, you are in a hospital and you are disturbing the other patients !"
"Yes, yes sorry", answers Bianca, just to make her drop it. She waits for the nurse to leave before turning back to her friend.
"Why Gab' , why", she says in a tired voice. She pulls up a chair beside is bed and plunks herself on it, "you were doing well !"
"Oh, leave me alone !", fires up Gabriel. Once again he failed. Once again, he only cut deep enough for him to lose enough blood to pass out but remain alive. Once again, his associate is trying to help him when he doesn't want it. Once again, he's disappointed her.
"Fine…" sights Bianca, getting up and picking up her winter coat. "I'll see you tonight. Oh by the way, you missed your appointment with the new employee. He's got an excellent CV. I told him to start at 8 tonight as a server. I can't wait to see how long he holds with all those whores and perverts of clients we have." She smiles a wicked smile before leaving the room.
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