A/N: Ginny had the potion to make her male so in this story I will most of the time refer to her as him. BTW, can any of you guess which character I played?

Chapter 3: Everything will be fine by tomorrow.

"So tell me how you could allow this to happen? Collina was one of my best!" Blaise screamed at his gang who stood silently against the wall. An identical expression on their faces as they stared at the floor.

"What have you got to say for yourselves, Knuckles?" He stared at the tallest member of the gang, Goyle, a.k.a Knuckles, who avoided his gaze. As big and intimidating as the guy was, he was still terrified of his boss.

"Fred? George?" The red head followed his friend's example and took to staring at the patterns on the carpet. His twin also followed him.

"Gin Tonic?" Ginny looked up to his boss' angered red face before also turning away.

"You call yourselves hoodlums! You're a disgrace to the profession, do you hear me? A Disgrace! And most of all, you are a disgrace to me. Fat Zam!" he patted himself on the stomach almost proudly at this. Then a stifled sob could be heard in the corner of the room.

Denis Creevey, a.k.a Snake eyes, was the younger brother of the murdered Collina Crevince. The two of them were very close. Born New Yorkers, they roamed the darkened streets together and had always been there for each other through the rough times and the rougher times. Both orphans, they were the only family they have, up until they met Fat Zam, who became like family to them, as well as one of Collina's favorite lovers. He and Fat Zam were the only ones who knew Collina when she was still Collin Creevey. And now, Collina is dead.

"And we all know who's behind this, don't we?" Blaise asked, a hint of sadness and anger showing in his tone.

"Sure do, boss" The gang answered.

"Don't need a hat full of brains to know that, do you?"

"Certainly not, boss."

"We all know who's monkeying us around, don't we?"

"Sure do, boss."

"Well who is it, you dummies!" he screamed at his gang. Zambini had never been one to control his anger.

"Um..." The gang turned to look at each other, not sure whether or not to answer, they looked at their boss again

"Lucius Malfoy, boss." They answered in unison as their boss fell off his chair.

"DON'T YOU DARE MENTION HIS NAME IN THIS OFFICE!" He screamed as he scrambled to get up. He didn't notice the door creeping open slightly as a some what dirty and small teenage boy in overalls came into the room.

"Err... boss, about my audition? You said come back tomorrow," Neville said squeakily, his round boyish face puppy like as he looked at the man with hazel brown eyes beneath bangs of dark brunette hair.

"Am I going mad? Are my ears playing tricks on me? COME BACK TOMORROW NEVILLE!!!" he screamed out his frustration on the poor boy.

"But today is tomorrow, Mr. Zam."

"Neville, will you get out of here!" he screamed again, this time getting up to run after the fourteen year old boy, who squealed and dropped his mop before running out of the office. In his anger, Blaise didn't notice the mop and tripped, falling unceremoniously to the floor.

"You ok, boss?" Gin asked.

"Take it easy boss, you'll break somethin'," Knuckle said as he helped the man to get up.

"Break somethin'? Sure I'll break somethin', I'll break your dumb neck! All of you! Dancers, dancers I'm surrounded by namby pamby dancers, singers, piano players, banjo players, tin whistle players, at a time when I need brains. Brains, you hear me! Brains, magic and muscles."

"You've got us boss, and you've got the spell and potion experts for the magic," Knuckle said, going over to the mini bar to get his boss a drink. Unfortunately, he tripped over the discarded mop and spilled the drink over his boss' face.

"YOU! You manure face...you...you... AH!" the man was so angry that he ran out of words. "The trouble is, you've got muscles where you ought to have brains. I tell you, my pet canary's got more brains than you do! You dumb salami!"

At that moment the mafia boss took out his wand and muttered a spell, causing water to pour down over the office, soaking everyone and everything in it. Though not the nicest spell to use, the water cooled him down a bit.

"Now get out of here, all of you," He said to the rest of the gang as the four of them walked out. He casted a drying spell and gestured for Denis to come closer and gave the boy a hug.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about it now." he patted the boy on the back. "Maybe you should go home."

The lithe blond boy nodded as he walked out, closing the door behind him and leaving the mobster king to his own thoughts.

Neville sighed as he continued to mop the floor. He knew he shouldn't have expected to get an audition; after all, he's only the janitor, and not the prettiest one, at that.

Neville Longbottom had been working for Mr. Zam ever since he was seven when he ran away from his abusive foster parents after his real parents were put into a mental asylum. The allege mobster king had saved him from them by taking him away from them and bringing him here to the speakeasy where he grew up. Since he was only a muggle boy and a very young one, at that, he was not allowed to join the gang, so Mr. Zam gave him a job as the janitor of this place. As hot headed as the man was, the boy still saw him as a father figure and respected him.

Growing up at a speakeasy, the boy grew to love dancing with a passion and had been learning it for years in hopes to join Zam's famous ensemble one day. But every time he asked Mr. Zam for an audition, his answer had always been, "Come back tomorrow, Neville."

"G'night Neville," a voice took him out of his thoughts as Dean, a slim, dark skinned and beautiful dancer came out of the dressing room. The sex changing potion had already worn out and he was back in male form. Dean was the one Neville was closest to because he had been the one to help teach him how to dance.

"G'night Miss Dean," he said with a smile. When he first came to the speakeasy, he found it very strange calling these men 'Miss' but they seem to prefer it to 'Mister', so he got over his uneasiness and got used to it.

The other dancers came out after Dean, all of them back in their original forms and all of them saying goodbye to the small boy.

"Bye Neville" they all said one at a time and blowing him a kiss.

"Bye Miss Seamus, bye Miss Cedric, bye Miss Justin, bye Miss Theo, bye Miss Mickey, bye Miss Adrian, bye Miss Anthony..."

"Stop crackin' your knuckles, Knuckles," The familiar Italian accent sounded from the stairs.

"But that's how I got my name boss," Goyle replied stupidly.

"Well knock it off and change your name," Zam said as he continued down the stairs. "DRACO! Are you ready! How much longer do you want us to wait?!" he called up to the dressing room.

"In a minute honey, the potion's not worn off yet." A sweet soprano voice called down the stairs. "Unless you want me to go out and transform halfway through the journey and get arrested for using illegal potions."

The man rolled his eyes but knew she was right.

Neville gathered his courage once again. He was taught not to give up and so he once again walked up to the gang leader and asked him.

"Boss, about my audition..."

"Later Neville. I'm busy right now. Keep practicing, I'll see you tomorrow," he said once again, feeling slightly guilty because he knew he promised the boy an audition. But he was in no mood to do so and cutting the boy off he turned to the stairs and shouted. "Draco! Are you done yet?"

"Just a minute darling, I'm just tidying up my hair." The blond called down, this time in a deeper baritone voice.

"But yesterday you said tomorrow boss," Neville whined, causing Blaise to once again, start to loose his temper, but his guilt stopped him from screaming at him so he said what he could.

"I promise you, tomorrow Neville." But the boy wouldn't stop pushing him.

"But..."

"I'm busy right now Neville. Busy. What part of busy don't you understand?"

"But boss..."

"DRACO!!" he screamed cutting the boy off once again as he turned around and came nose to nose with the man in question. Draco just stared back at him, fluttering long blond eyelashes, showing his big bright silver eyes as if silently saying, "What? I'm right here".

Fat Zam took a deep breath and straightened himself up a bit before turning back to his boyfriend.

"YOU spend more time prettying yourself up than there's time in the day!" He said while poking at the man's chest.

Draco smirked playfully before pushing the finger away. "Listen honey, if I didn't look this good, YOU wouldn't give me the time of the day," he said, returning the gesture by poking at the man's round stomach.

That made the dark haired man even angrier, his lips tightening as he pointed his fingers at the blonde's face.

"I'll see YOU in the car," He said as he stomped away, shouting at Goyle to stop cracking his knuckles.

Once the mobster king was gone, the blonde's cool expression melted just a bit. He turned back to Neville who was miserably mopping the floor and gave him a warm smile.

"Well, I'm sorry you didn't get to audition, Neville," He said, feeling slightly sorry for the muggle boy.

"It's ok, Miss Dray, it's not the first time he turned me down, and not the last time I'll ask him." Draco's smile widen, he couldn't help but admire his strength and stubbornness . He almost couldn't believe that a few years ago he'd been convinced that all muggles were pathetically weak and helpless.

"Well then, good night Neville," he said as he blew the boy a kiss.

"Goodnight Miss Dray" he said with a tired smile before the blond walked away.

Once the star of the speakeasy was gone, Neville began to sing,

"Tomorrow

Tomorrow never comes

What kind of a fool

Do they take me for?"

He went to the closet and took out the dancing shoes he'd bought from his life savings, a vain attempt at the dream he knew he could never reach.

"Tomorrow

A resting place for bums

A trap set in the slums

But I know the score,"He put on the shoes and picked up his mop, moving to the rhythm of his sad tunes.

"I won't take no for an answer

I was born to be a dancer now,"

He tapped his foot and spun around, on and on in his complicated dance until he met up again with his discarded mop.

"Tomorrow

Tomorrow as they say

Another working day

And another chore,"

Neville picked the mop up and began dancing with it, amused with the ironic contrast of sharing his dream with the bitter reality.

"Tomorrow

An awful price to pay

I gave up yesterday

But they still want more,"

He thought back to the three syllable word that his boss kept repeating to him, he hated the false hope they gave him.

"They are bound to compare me

To Fred Astaire when I'm done"

He was lost in his fantasy, the imaginary music taking over him as he imagined his audience showering him with praises.

"Anyone who feels the rhythm

Moving through 'em

Knows it's gonna do 'em good

To let the music burst out.

"When you feel assured

Let the people know

Let your laughter loose

Until your scream

Becomes a love shooouuuut"

The boy's head dropped, looking back down at himself, remembering who he was.

"Tomorrow

Tomorrow's far away

Tomorrow as they say

Is reserved for dreams,"

He knew his tomorrow wasn't coming any time soon.

"Tomorrow

Tomorrow's looking grey

A playground always locked

Trains no winning teams

Still no matter what little chance he has, no matter how hard he had to work for it, he refused to let go of the one thing he wanted in his life.

"I won't take no for an answer

I was born to be a dancer now."

And so, he wouldn't give up. At least not yet, not now. Not when he only had this day left to go. He only needed to wait a little while longer, a little while until he reached tomorrow.

TBC

How was that? I know the song is very long and that I could've just taken parts of it out but I really like that song. Anyway, I hope you like this story, and hopefully the next chapter will be up soon.

R&R please