All Disclaimers In Prologue

Devil Inside

Draco's POV

Who knew Life could be so complicated. Being the son of a Deatheater could bring it's own stresses. With his father in Jail and the Ministry trying to sill cover up the return of Voldemort even though most of the Aurors knew differently but couldn't say anything with the threat of being fired if they spoke against the ministry's decision.

Draco himself was now in charge of the Malfoy Patriarch and had duties that he had thought he wouldn't have to do until he was 18 at the very least. He was lucky enough in several ways because of the people he had become friends with over the years.

Blaise the go to guy in anything having to do with business. Pansy The dirt digger anything going sour in the lives of people around and in influence in the wizarding world. Vince and Greg were the best in his arsenal though. They played the rolls of Dunder heads very well at school but they were the guys you went to if you were planning anything that was fun... Mostly Parties.

They were the reason he was at Hell's Haven to begin with. He had heard of the place, every Malfoy knew of it. Mainly because a Malfoy owned it though you wouldn't know it to look at him. But back to the point. Vince and Greg had found it after both having major rows with their Fathers.

Vince and Greg had popped into his office a week later and sat down while he tried to finish some business that had come up that week due to one of his managers having a fit. He hadn't had a moment to himself since he had left Hogwarts earlier that summer. By the time he had gotten off the phone and thought of seriously committing suicide they had already left his office with a note sitting in plain sight...

We're heading up to your room. You are going out tonight and we won't take no for an answer... You NEED a break. Blaise and Pansy are coming to so don't think you can back out.

Vince and Greg

By the time he had made it up to his room Blaise and Pansy were there as well. Both dressed to kill in really chic punk goth clothes and vetoing most of what Vince and Greg were pulling out of his closet though by the looks of his room he shouldn't have anything left in the closet.

"Doesn't he have anything worth wearing to the club?" Blaise asked from where he was leaning against one of his bed posts.

"From the looks of it we're going to have to transfigure an outfit for him." Pansy stated from his favorite chair.

"If you all had just asked I would have told you where I keep my clubbing clothes." Draco said as he walked into and across the room to a door that none of them had seen before. "Besides I know all about Hells Haven my uncle Xerxes owns and runs the place."

"Cool maybe we can get in free this time," was all that was said by the group and that was said by Vince. He was glared at for his trouble. "Or not."

LATER THAT NIGHT

"Remind me again why I allowed you to talk me into this?" Draco asked after he had gotten his drink from the bar and had returned to the table in the corner that his friends had acquired.

"Because you figured that if Blaise and Pansy were coming than you had better come also," reasoned Vince.

It was at this moment in time that all of the lights in the club shut off except the lights that focused on the DJ of the night.

He looked sort-of menacing at the booth with all of the lights focused downward on his midnight black hair and china white skin. The he opened his mouth and a deep voice that seemed to purr at you, projected over the club, "There is a dancer that has recently been pointed out to me by my staff as having a style that projects Hell's Haven's purpose and image perfectly. They have told me that he is here in the club and to put him in the spot light tonight. So tonight I give you our local Demon!" With this said the spot light Flashed onto a guy with really long pitch black hair near the bar. Within moments the music kicked on and a walk way appeared through the crowed so that he could take center stage. As soon as he reached the spot that was made clear for him he began to dance his soul out for everyone to see.

"Do you think he's muggle or magical?" asked Blaise into the ear of the captivated Draco.

"All I know is he is FIT! Did you see his body, Merlin."

"I could say that myself nephew," said a voice behind his head.

"X, my favorite uncle, what can you tell me about him?"

"Now Draco, Is that anyway to talk to your poor disinherited uncle?"

"Poor my ass! I happen to know for a fact that Gran sends you a major check every year twice a year as a gift."

"Yes, well, one does have to keep up the Malfoy name in public." said Xexes in a pouty voice.

"Your such a Bull-shiter!" and with that Draco game his favorite uncle a non-Malfoy hug, "So what's with the Dancer?"

"He showed up two weeks ago and started to dance as if a demon possessed him. That's how Raven came up with his name, She has had the most contact with him since he arrived. Are you sure you should even be looking at him, seeing as your the Malfoy head and all?"

"True but the family prefers that we marry the Females they pick out."

"And that is why you were disinherited. You refused to marry Molly Prewett."

"And that's a good thing to besides my personal preference she married her love and has had several children and is quite happy."

"Very true... Why our family tried to marry her to you I'll never know."

TBC

AN: See I'm not dead... Please review.. NO FLAMES see my author page before you do that.

Word Count – 1029

I Will try to update more often...