Misunderstandings with whose the Duke and Draco is the overall spaz that he is.

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I don't own the HP charecters. I'm borrowing them to torture them shamelessly for this fanfiction, which I am earning no profit off of.

Same goes for Moulin Rouge


The inconspicuous outside of the Moulin Rouge suggested nothing about the debauchery inside.

That was the main part of its appeal.

While on the outside, you see an old, aging windmill. Inside, men in small lacy dresses danced in and out in time to the thrumming beat. Men are grabbing them all over and stuffing bills into their dresses as they grind up against them. They were Lucius Malfoy and his infamous boys. They called them his: "Diamond Dogs."

The men were dancing lasciviously against other men in the crowd, the bright colors of their small dresses flashing. Lucius Malfoy stood on a small platform in the middle of it all, smiling upon his guests, dressed in a suit, cane and hat. The boys started to sing in time to the music.

"Hey sister, go sister
Soul sister, go sister.
Hey sister, go sister
Soul sister, go sister."

They lifted their dresses over their heads and turned in a circle.

"Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here"

They all slid down the front of the men in unison.

"I'll be you're Lady Marmalade..."

"Outside it may be raining, but in here it's entertaining!" Malfoy shouted, and with that waved a large cane over his head. The room went silent.

"Do the cancan!" he shouted, and all the men cleared off the stage. The dancers began to dance rapidly in a formation, lifting their dresses up and singing.

"Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here
I'll be your Lady Marmalade..."

I sat at a nearby table, laughing and watching as Dean and Seamus made complete fools of themselves in front of the dancers. Ron leaned across the table and whispered excitedly to me "Mission accomplished! We've successfully evaded Malfoy!" I laughed along with him, high on the excitement buzzing in the room.

Suddenly, the room went dark and silent and all the dancers scurried off the stage. Glitter poured from the roof as a slow ballad began to play. "Its him" Ron whispered. "The Sparkling Diamond!" I stared at ceiling with a mix of excitement and fear as a figure descended from the skies, and started to sing slowly.

"The French are glad to die for love
They delight in fighting duels..."

At that moment I saw the most beautiful figure I had ever seen in the world. Ethereal, pale skin painted on a lithe, imperially slim body, all done up in a glittering leotard. Soft, pale white hair in small wisps ending around the chin and pretty, pink lips. And the glittering silver eyes made my knees go week. He looked like a visiting angel, bathed in blue light. I was barely aware I was rising out of my chair until Ron pulled me back down.

But someone else was meeting Draco that night.

"But I prefer a man who lives."

Malfoy's investor.

"And gives expensive jewels."

Severus Snape.

The music sped up and Draco began to swing around the audience on his perch.

"A kiss on the hand may be
quit continental,
but diamonds are a girls best friend."

He winked at the audience, and leaped down from the swing landing cat-like on his feet.

"A kiss may be grand,
but it wont pay the rental,
on your humble flat,
or feed your pussycat.
"

Men started to grab Draco all over, kissing and groping whatever part they could reach. I felt hot knives of jealousy slid through my gut. I swear I even heard my chest roar.

"Men grow cold as
girls grow old,
and we all loose our charm in the end..
."

He grinned cattily and shook around for a guy who smacked him on the arse. I found myself breaking the table.

"But square-cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't loose their shape."

He hopped back on his swing and circled around the room to jump off and land in the arms of a few men.

"Diamonds are a girls best friend."

"When will I meet the boy?" Snape asked nasally, dark greasy hair falling around his sallow face.

"Tiffiny's!"

"Just after his number I've arranged a special meeting for you and Monsiour Draco." Lucius said to him. "Totally alone."

"Cartier!"

"Just after his number, I've arranged a meeting just for you and Draco, totally alone." Ron told me. The chest-monster eased back a bit.

"Alone?" I asked.

"Yes, totally alone."

Draco straddled a rather terrified-looking stranger on the ground and leaned in close to sing in his ear.

"Because we are living in a material world,
And I am a material girl."

He got up off of the dazzled stranger and walked into the crowd.

"Come and get me boys." he winked, and climbed onto the platform were Malfoy was standing earlier.

"Excuse me," said Lucius "Theres something I must attend to."

"Talk to me Lucy Malfoy, Tell me all about it!" Draco screamed from the platform in the crowd.

"There may come a time
when a lass needs a lawyer."

Draco put his hands on Malfoy's chest.

"Diamonds are a girls best friend."
Lucius sang back to him, and dangled a string of jewels in front of Draco's face. Every time Draco reached for the string, Malfoy pulled it out of his reach. Draco pretended to be horribly wounded and kept reaching for the offending string of jewels. Draco sang to the crowd.

"There may come a time when a
hard-boiled employer thinks your-"

Lucius groped Draco's bottom and sang back "very nice." Draco pretended to be scandalized and ran away.

Ron must have noticed the fact I was trying to make every man in the room implode with my eyes alone. "Don't worry! I'll sally forth and tee things up!" he reached over and knocked over a man's plate as retribution.

Ron is pants at helping.


"Lucy, is the duke here?" Draco whispered to Malfoy.

"Would Daddy let you down?"

Draco gasped, "Where is he?"

Lucius looked over to see Ron waving a soiled napkin in Snape's face. Well, shit.

"Ron is shaking a hanky at him."


"May I borrow this?" Ron said as he tore the flap of my shirt off. He then decided to shake it in my face.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him.

"I need something to clean up that mess with."

"Then why the bloody hell did you do it in the first place?"


Meanwhile Draco is staring at the table and watching as Ron is shaking Harry's shirt in his face. Harry's shirt that looks suspiciously like a hanky.

Draco locked over on to Harry's green eyes and stared.

"Are you sure?"

Lucius leaned over and watched Ron, now beating up Snape with Harry's shirt.

"That's the one, chick-pea!"

Lucius rewarded Draco with the string of diamonds and Draco cooed at it loudly for the crowd.


Ron, in the meantime was still beating Snape senseless with Harry's shirt.

"You stupid, insufferable, selfish." he snorted. "pig!"

A large man with the name "Goyle" tattooed onto his knuckles pulled him roughly aside, and showed him his shiny gun.

Ron laughed nervously.


Draco and Lucius has disappeared behind a cirlce of the lifting skirts of the dancers.

"Will he invest in the Moulin?" Draco asked.

"After spending the night with you, how could he refuse?"

Draco gave him a quick smile.

"What's his type? Wilting Flower?" he pantomimed a damsel-in-distress.

"Bright and Bubbly?" he giggled.

"Or smoldering temptress?" he meowed and roared.

"I'd say smoldering temptress." Malfoy said.

Draco quickly pulled on another dress above the leotard behind the wall of the other dancers. "We're all relying on your, gosling." Malfoy reminded him. "Remember, a real show, with a real, stage, and a real audience, and you'll be-"

Draco stared fondly at a corner of the ground "a real actress." he smiled softly.

Taking in a deep breath he popped out of the top of the wall with a bright, cheery smile.

"'Cause that's when those louses
go back to their spouses."

Draco sashayed his way across the floor.

"Diamonds, Diamonds
Diamonds are a girls best
Friend"

Suddenly I can see his glittering eyes up close, and I swear I smell apples and lavender.

"I believe you were expecting me." Draco said softly.

"Y-yes." I stuttered.

He gave me a fond smile, and turned around.

"I believe it's boy's choice tonight!" he said to the audience. He motioned for me to follow him to the dance floor.

I think my brain short-circuited.

I just stared at him, really unable to move. He gasped and turned to the audience, pouting. Feigning sadness at the rejection. He turned around and grabbed my hand, bodily dragging me to the dance floor.

"I'm telling you he's a genius, has a way with the men." Ron said to Dean.

Draco began to dance around me, the picture of elegance next to my awkward stumblings.

"So wonderful for you take take an interest in our little show." Draco said, pulling me in for a tight tango.

"It sounds very exciting, I'd be delighted to be involved." I shouted over the music. "Assuming you like what I do, of course."

Draco raised one eyebrow and laughed. "I'm sure I will."

"Ron thought we might be able to do it in private." I said, stumbling as we walked backwards.

Draco gave me a disbelieving look and laughed loudly again "Did he?"

"Yes you know, a private." I spun him around "poetry reading."

"Ooh" Draco smiled at me " 'poetry reading', I got it."

The dance abruptly ended as Draco wrapped both arms around my neck, titled his head back and shouted to the air "Hang up your hat!" and all the men in the room threw their hat in the air. Draco laughed and broke away from me to climb back on his swing as the room once again went dark.

"Diamonds..."

He sang slowly as he ascended through the air, back up to the ceiling.

"Diamonds square-cut...
or pear-shaped...
These rocks...
Won't loose their shape...
Diamonds are a girl's...
best..."

I could hear him cough faintly. I heard his breathing speed up. And I could just barely hear him fall off the swing over the rushing in my ears. And I watched, as the man who caught her, carried my broken angel off-stage.