Alright I'm back but with a new story sorry if you were hoping for an update on my other stories but this just kind of popped into my head and I ran with it.

The good news is A. I am close to being done with Chapter 4 on my story Circo di Foglie and B. this story was going to be a oneshot but I decided to make it a two shot, but the wait for part two won't be long at all it's mostly to break up the story for dramatic effect.

Some warnings, first this is RonxDraco so if you hate it turn back now secondly this takes place after the big war in Harry Potter when everyone has kind of gone away from the immanent dangers of Voldemort, etc. thirdly I'm not the most knowledgeable Harry Potter fan so if somethings seem off please tell me and finally I know that sometimes Ron may seem out of character to some people but this is my artistic interpretation of how the characters matured after the war, life isn't all sunshine and smiles (so to speak) and this may seem rather dramatic but it is what it is.

All said and done, none of the characters are mine they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Ron sighed as he walked down the alleyway. In his mind he knew what was right and what was wrong when he was growing up Ron had done a lot of wrong but he always tried to set it right, tonight's nights activities would be wrong but the worst part is when Ron would never try to set it right.

The wind blew at the red head as he walked down the half alive street. People passed him, some faces he recognized others he wished to forget. Many said nothing yet Ron saw their glances, their short whispers, the judgments they passed on Ron shown past their smiling faces. On which wrong they judged Ron on he would never know.

It was around 6 pm, 3 hours till Ron would sin again, 3 hours till he would swallow his pride and grin like a vixen for the men who filled the establishment, consuming Ron through their looks trying to fill their voracious lusts. Ron would halt his tears and dance, swallow his pain and smile and let go of his dignity and strip. 3 hours till the wrongs were committed an eternity till the rights would take place.

Ron entered the "restaurant" it was slow seeing as the place came alive at night. Ron looked to the hired help placing the silverware; the ones who cleaned the stage Ron danced his soul away on, the stairs leading downward where Ron hung his head in shame and finally the backstage where Ron cried his heart out each night.

To the "customers" it was a game; they were the predators watching these exhibitionists give a show for the ages. The louder Ron groaned the more they screamed, the faster he danced the more they cheered, the point where he hoped God and his family turned a blind eye as they watched him from above was when the customers filled the bank and Ron's paycheck.

Walking through the lush reception area Ron was greeted respectfully by the workers and receptionists.

"Hello Ron" They cheered happily as he walked past the desk. A slight nod was all the two would receive as Ron continued towards the backstage area. People moved quickly throughout the backstage area, many were just like Ron sad to be here yet forced to for reasons beyond control yet others enjoyed it, they enjoyed the stage, the spotlight, the catcalls and the fleeting glances, the lustful eyes and grabbing hands, they enjoyed it all. Why you may ask? Because they liked the control, the control over the crowd, over their attention, over their emotions, many of these types of dancers had been hurt before due to reasons out of their control. So in this establishment they stood, clinging onto control like a hungry animal telling themselves never to let loose of it again.

Ron's biggest fear was to become that, to become an animal lusting for control over his life and searching to gain it in the manipulation of his body in exchange for the power over others.

Lackadaisically Ron entered the dressing area wigs, outfits, accessories were strewn everywhere as the performers readied themselves for the show. Ron stepped past the drag queens glad that in his mind he was still 100% male, flew past the bondage fans, seeing as his bright red hair seemed to be a fetish for more than one of the group, he nearly got dragged into their area every time he passed them. Ron quickly made it to where his station was he greeted his friends with either a hand shake or a hug depending on how flamboyant they were. Yes Ron was gay; he had accepted it while still at Hogwarts yet after the long battle many of the wizards and witches departed to grow up. Now 24 Ron had decided to reject using magic for anything other than household chores, determined to make a normal living Ron soon realized a muggle life was anything but ideal. Yet here he was accepted for his personal decisions, he felt better because here his red hair made him desirable it was not the mark of his audacious and close knit family, here his freckles were hot and his bulky build was sexy, here he could like whoever and do whatever, his stories of nights past were never as bad as the others.

Ron sighed as he sat in front other mirror. He inspected himself lackadaisically combing through his vibrant red hear and opening his blue eyes as wide as they would go.

"Hey Ron!" Ron's friend Zach sat next to him. Zach was a purebred muggle therefore Ron's magical abilities were unknown to him; his good friend was nothing more than a hot guy at his work. Zach liked Ron but Ron never picked up on anything thought that didn't stop the two from going out for drinks after work every other Saturday.

"How you doing? You look kinda sick do you still want to go out tonight?" Zach smiled at his friend.

Ron nodded and shook away his somber mood.

"Yeah mate, sorry about that just a tad bit out of it today, no worries." Ron smiled hoping Zach would buy it.

"Alright, just meet me at the usual time. I have to go and get ready but I'll see you on stage." Zach winked and walked over the costumes.

Ron sighed again and looked into the mirror, more than just his job had been haunting him. Each night Ron had thought about the days after the battle how everything was eerily quiet. Harry was the perfect child, interviewed constantly, escorted away from his best friends, leaving Ron and Hermione to drown in the audience of his "fans"

The last Ron had heard of Hermione she had moved away from the city to the country side where she wrote books about everything, she was not only a muggle writer but also a magical one. Her books were either best sellers or placed in schools for other students to learn from. Ron had read some of the books, they were good, Hermione was always the smart one, Harry was always The One and Ron was always the goofy one. Looks like in the end being the goofy doesn't pay the bills.

Ron rose upward and walked over to the changing area. All the while his mind was clouded with his thoughts, not those of his past life he gave up any dreams of fame long ago but even though the dreams were gone the emotions they sparked still remained. Ron grew angry this wasn't right, all those years side by side with Harry and now whose standing by his side as he receive all those awards and exaltations, no one. Why? Because to the world Harry did it all himself, Harry was the superstar, the Lone Wolf, the Chosen One all throughout his life but when Harry screwed up more people than Harry got the blame for it.

"Well no more! I'm not some sidekick!" Ron screamed and punched the wall. No one said anything, it was best to leave the red head to himself at times like these.

Ron slumped against the wall and sat with his back towards it. Tilting his head back he whispered "What am I doing here?"

"You're being the showstopper." Adrian, another co-worker of Ron's said whilst leaning against the wall that was supporting Ron; Adrian wasn't the nicest person, heck everyone knew him as being an ass but he was good at what he did and what he did was fuck with people mentally and physically. He looked down at Ron; his jet black hair was coiffed perfectly and contrasted with his gleaming ice blue eyes. His body smelt of baby oil and had a slight luster to it as he sat next to the ginger.

"Showstopper?" Ron quivered.

"Yes a showstopper. Red when you're out there I can guarantee your no one's sidekick; I've seen the way they look at when you're out on the stage. Hell everyone has seen the way they look at you. You fucking tease, denying them just what they want so badly." Adrian smirked.

He stood up and brushed the dirt off of his leather pants, he had a gothic look to him with those pants that hugged every curve of the man's legs, to the straps that wrapped around his toned arms giving him sexy yet dangerous look and finally with the leather vest that barely cover his chest he was living up to his name of being the towns egocentric bastard.

"So get up and do what we do best. Make them want what they can't have. It's simple really were bastards, every night we display ourselves shamelessly to a crowd of hungry wolves ready to pounce on us and right when they are about to pull the trigger we leave. It's better than the high from an amazing fuck but more aggravation from waking up and realizing that it was a one night stand. To put it simple we're the heroes for tonight and no one can tell us what to do." Adrian winked and walked through the doors towards the stages.

Ron slowly nodded his head and stood up, with a new found goal he stormed to the outfits.

Make them want it.

He repeated it over and over in his head as he got ready.

Make them want you.

His chant slowly built up speed as he combed his red hair and forced it into its desired shape.

Be the hero tonight.

Ron slipped the last of his outfit over his shoulders and put on the hat, might as well go all out.

(In case you didn't know I'm switching up the show)

Draco looked at Blaise with indifference, regardless of the time they would both be granted top priority seats in the club because well that's just who they were. Magic world or Muggle the name Malfoy was know and associated with money.

"Blaise! Hurry up" Draco screamed rather loudly, he was vexed by waiting so long for his friend to be ready to leave.

"Gosh Drake someone is a little testy tonight, do you need a quickie or can we go?" Blaise teased the blonde.

"From you? No, from one of mindless fucks at the show, maybe." Draco scanned himself in the mirror once more, blonde hair pull to the side yet tonight it contained no gel for the natural look that you could run your fingers through, dark black skinny jeans that rose low on his hips accenting his slim figure, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undo, sex appeal of course, a black leather vest topped it all off. Draco looked hot and he knew it but then again when didn't the young Malfoy dress to impress.

"Are you going to go out with no shoes on?" Blaise interjected as he fixed his collar.

"No dipshit, I was just about to put them on." Draco grabbed his black Doc Martens(1) and slipped them over his feet whilst stuffing the ends of his jeans into them.

" My, my Drake just who are you trying to impress?" Blaise winked.

"Your dad." Draco replied.

"Well you're doing a good job of it but then again how would you feel of going for someone closer in age to your fine self?" Blaise slipped his arms around Draco from behind and pinched his ass.

"Do that again and you lose that hand, are you ready to go or not?" Draco sneered.

"Gosh you're no fun but yes per your request I am ready to leave and the first stop tonight is MYSTIC" Blaise grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"MYSTIC, hm alright then." Draco smirked, he and Blaise both knew that a certain red head had caught Draco's attention more than once at the establishment.

The duo walked out of the insanely lavished house and down to the driveway where their chauffer was awaiting them with the family limousine.

As they walked into the vehicle Draco saw the mischievous look in his friend's eye's he only had one thought, Tonight is going to be fun.

I hope you enjoyed the story and if it's to wrong or strange for you you're welcome to offer any critique or opinions.

(1)- it's a type of shoe, that basically resembles/ is a combat boot.

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-Noctillionine13