Hey it's been awhile but I'm still alive! And Happy Holidays (belated) to those who celebrated it also enjoy the New Year! I hope you like this fic and it will be more than a two shot so yay, if you like it and want to hear more from this story.

The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Adrian, Zach and Zane. The plot is my own.

(We are who we are)

"WHOO, WHOO!" Adrian bowed as he walked down the stage and across the aisles to the backstage. All the while everyone's eyes focused on the leather clad backside swinging from left to right.

Ron walked timidly towards the stage as Adrian worked the crowd even after his show was done. Regardless of the drunken state of more than half the crowd many of them still seemed to realize just exactly where they were and who Adrian was. Well all except for one man, he appeared to be young a brand new 21 year old baby, still inexperienced when it came to night life and clubs in general.

The boy was shoved right into Adrian by his loud obnoxious friends who looked to be enjoying their night out a little too much. The boy's face immediately took on a flushed hue many would say it was due to the alcohol and the embarrassment of the situation but Ron saw the glimmer in Adrian's eyes.

Make them want what they can't have.

Adrian's previous words rang loud and clear in Ron's head. He glanced towards the direction of the audience still wary for the young boy who was now spellbound by Adrian's piercing gaze.

"Hi" *giggle* "I sorry my friends..." *hiccup*

The boy tried to apologize as best as he could but the large amount of alcohol in his system was working against him fairly well.

At an instant one of the establishment's large body guards was at Adrian's side and holding the boy back away from the "employee." The poor boy turned an even darker shade of red seeing as his friends jocose laughter drowned out the blaring music and caused all the people in the building to watch the scene unfolding before them.

"It's alright he meant no harm." Adrian flashed his award winning smile at the boy and the gigantic bodyguard.

"Besides who can blame him, I mean come on look at me." Adrian proceeded to shake his hips towards the attentive crowd, receiving more than a few lustful looks from the audience.

As the boy attempted to stutter any apology known to man Adrian had dismissed the body guard and grabbed the quivering boy's hand.

His eyes widened shimmering even more in the clubs lights as he gulped away any hiccups or words that he was attempting to say. Adrian's left hand slipped down over the boy's waist while his right was busy pulling the boys face closer to his own.

"Now in all the commotion I forgot to ask you for your name. How very rude of me, I do believe an apology is in order." Adrian smirked and batted his eyelashes causing the already embarrassed boy to melt into Adrian's waiting arms.

"Zane" The boy was shaking like a leaf as Adrian examined him from head to toe.

Backstage Ron rolled his eyes, even from his distance it was obvious the boy was cute, dark brown hair with soft curls in it that matched his large glimmering brown eyes all set within a naïve face.

So why was Adrian being so cruel to the kid?

Ron couldn't help but think of how different the situation would have gone if the boy had run into him. With Ron's previous mindset he would have brushed it off, muttered a hollow "excuse me" to the crowd and disappear behind the large oak doors but with Adrian's words buzzing throughout his head would he act differently? Would he have the guts and utter lack of authority, rules and ethics to use his god given charm and wit to win over a drunken boy shivering at even the slightest of touches?

No, he decided. Ron couldn't do that for one he wasn't nearly as domineering as his fellow coworker nor did he have the cool guy demeanor that exuded confidence with every moment. Besides Ron preferred blondes anyway.

Ron looked over the accident site only to notice Adrian was walking away with his hand in the back pocket of the boy's jeans, leading him throughout the doors and away from his "friends" and the watchful audience.

(I do this because I can)

Draco and Blaise pulled up toward the well know strip club called Mystic. Not only was the establishment renowned for its performers but also it catered to all different clientele including ones at the level of aristocracy of the Zabini and Malfoy families.

"Wow it looks busy tonight." Blaise commented as the two moved towards the front of the line while receiving gruesome stares from the commoners waiting in the endless line.

"It doesn't matter the audience only the ability of the performer and the amount of seats. The latter is never a problem for us so that leaves only the former." Draco concluded.

"Gosh Drake you make this sound like business, it's suppose to be fun." The dark haired male looked at his friend as the bodyguard ushered the two into the club.

Due to their stature the men were seated wherever they pleased and due to their pocket books they were allowed special access to any and all of the buildings rooms and otherwise restricted areas.

Draco scanned the area for his exact seats while Blaise watched the boisterous scene which apparently involved a stripper and a customer.

"Blaise get you fat ass in gear. Quit staring at the emo wannabe." Emo wannabe was the term Draco referred to Adrian with, seeing as the boy had no care for foolish little insecure men who deemed themselves attractive by dressing themselves up in pounds of leather and smirking with an air of dignity over the audience. To many Adrian was god; to Draco he was a nuisance.

"WOW! He would walk out of here after his show, with a boy nonetheless!" Blaise huffed as he sat into the plush seat next to Draco.

"Oh relax that idiot isn't worth your time." Draco sneered.

"But Drake, he's so hot and he knows how to work his body. I wonder how loud he would scream for me." Blaise attempted an innocent expression that looked misplaced on the man's rigid face.

"He wouldn't, he would want to be in control. He thinks he's gorgeous, hot, sexy, all because he shakes his ass up onstage for the world to see, he has no right to place himself above the crowd seeing as he is the one stripping for meager tips." Draco folded his arms and impatiently tapped his foot.

"It sounds like you're just jealous because Adrian's ego is bigger than yours." Blaise teased Draco, who in return gave him a cold hard look.

"Anyone can have an ego when they shake their ass on stage, what they don't realize is that half of his tips are from men who are so drunk that they would fuck the first things that grinded into them and that anyone could strip it's not some god given talent."

"I would love to see you strip sometime Drakey, it must be a real show. I mean can you even dance?" Blaise questioned the stiff blonde.

"Indeed I can, what Malfoy can't dance?" Draco raised his nose at the insult, everyone knew the Malfoys were high society, high society included dancing.

"The waltz doesn't count dearie." Blaise retorted just as the next dancer was making his way onto the platform.

Draco looked toward the stage and watched at the ambiguous body walking on the stage. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over the boy casually standing amidst the area waiting for the DJ to introduce him already. Draco smirked as his eyes glimmered with something fierce a flicker of emotion only seen in predator's right as they find their prey.

(I'm so excited and I just can't hide it.)

Ron's was nervous with those nerves came sweaty palms and a rapidly increasing heart beat. It was at that moment that Ron was grateful for his ribs because he felt that without them his heart would have leapt out of his chest by now.

The stage was dark, that much was certain and the crowd rather restless after seeing such a show from Adrian. Ron kept shaking his palms while muttering meaningless phrases to himself in an attempt to slow his rapid pulse and the jarring thoughts that seemed to bounce of the walls inside of his mind.

Calm down Ron. He told himself quietly.

Just think like Adrian, yeah, what was it that he said? Ron's mind wandered back to the conversation earlier that day.

We're the heroes for tonight… you fucking tease…no one's sidekick….make them want what they can't have

That was it, Ron looked up toward the DJ blue eyes ablaze, body tense, he was ready.

"Thank Adrian (1) for such a show but the one we have next will really turn the heat up in this joint. Show your appreciation for our own Big Red!"

The spotlight turned on and Ron smirked, tonight he was no one's sidekick, tonight he would tease them all, why? Because tonight he needed it, the adoration, the ego boost, the lustful gazes Ron was a machine feeding off of crowd's energy, so why not give them a good show?

Framing Hanley's lollipop echoed through the speakers, and Ron moved.

She said he's so sweet I wanna lick the wrapper… Ron bent his back all the way to the ground.

Shorty wanna hump you know I like to touch you r lovely lady lumps… and snapped upward.

Okay little mama had a swag like mine… rolling his hips he gazed out on the audience and licked his lips slowly. Men hung onto the hip rolls as Ron arched his back in the middle of them.

I made that ass jump like jerp jerp… with each beat Ron would find one person to look at in the audience and with his best fuck me face he would toss his head back and cry out.

She licks me like a lollipop… ripping off his shirt he showed the audience his well toned chest and the abs that came with it.

Shorty wanna thug, bottles in the club… His hips moved voluntarily, rolling and twisting on their own accord.

Won't you, get on your knees… As per request Ron landed on his knees and hips thrust upward for the world to see.

Call me so I can make it juicy for you… He slowly slipped out of his pants bending giving the crowd a nice view of his ass. Cheers were heard and Ron arched his back getting back up to a standing position.

Call me, so I can come and do it for you… He stood on the stage in his boots and tight spandex shorts, staring at the audience licking his lips. The songs blended together and soon Take Me Out by Franz Ferdidnand played on the speakers.

So if you're lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you… Ron strutted off the stage figuring if he wanted to tease the audience he might as well get as close to them as possible.

I know I won't be leaving here with you… Ron went up to a man sitting in a chair and straddled him, without touching him of course.

The music boomed and Ron hit every beat with a twist and turn of his hips. The man opened his eyes wider than normal possible and focused on Ron's leather ass and it moved off of him and walked further into the crowd.

I say don't you know, you say you don't know… Walking up behind a man Ron placed his hands down the front of his chest and whispered in his ear. The man melted into his touch.

I know I won't be leaving here… Ron walked over towards the V.I.P. section. Swinging his hips seductively, the men all stared and not one eyelash batted.

Ron unconsciously walked over to where Draco and Blaise were sitting. He didn't notice Draco's stare that was undressing the last bit of clothing the red head still had on.

Come on…take me out… He rolled his hips in front of Blaise and Draco perfectly arching his back whilst crying out. The blonde tightened his grip on his folded arms trying, tension visible throughout his face.

When the song ended Ron strutted up to the aisle, each step was used to swing his hips farther outward displaying his well toned ass towards the awaiting crowd. As he passed through the doors the men cheered and Ron smirked, he was satisfied, for the time being…

(a bleeding little blue boy)

Draco looked with lust the entire show was mind blowing. He was gorgeous and sexy, heaven sent and finally a Weasley. Yes, of course Draco knew as soon as he had seen that red hair along with that lanky yet muscular build. It was perfect, ever since the second year at Hogwarts Draco had watched the young lanky kid grow into a hot, sexy man, a man that Draco wanted and what a Malfoy wants he gets.

Draco stood up as Ron went through doors and headed toward the V.I.P exit. Blaise smirked as his blonde haired friend stormed off towards the exit. It was obvious where Draco was headed.

(reaching for your necklace)

Zach ran up to Ron as he entered the dressing room.

"Whoa! Where did that come from! You were amazing but you weren't the normal Ron we all know."

"Well duh, when I'm on stage I'm Big Red not Ron." Ron smiled at his friend as he sunk into his seat in front of the mirror. He was sweaty and tired it was obvious he had just put his heart and soul into that performance but with the reaction from the audience it was evident that the feeling of euphoria was mutual.

"Well it showed, just save some of that showmanship for when we go out tonight." Zach winked.

"No worries mate, I'm feeling wicked tonight." Ron smirked once more, he could get used to this.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Ron got up and grabbed a towel as Zach disappeared from the room. The area was clear seeing as most of the performers were backstage. Ron sighed, how great, an amazing performance, a killer applause and the night is still young.

Ron stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, humming the tune from the song lollipop by Framing Hanley that he danced to earlier. He moved his hips side to side as he grabbed the essentials for his well earned shower, eyes closed he danced until he hit a wall.

"Oof!" the red headed dancer said as he stumbled backwards opening his eyes.

"Well look here its Weasley number 5." Draco Malfoy sneered as Ron tripped backwards.

"What are you? How are you? Malfoy?" Ron stuttered out in one breathe. It wasn't possible his old life was gone, being a sidekick was gone, this wasn't happening!

"You know very well what I am, doing pretty good and at your service." Draco fake bowed and smirked at the red head.

"Well if you're here to make fun of me or mock me then you should just leave. I'm not the same person I was at Hogwarts." Ron stared at the blonde and new found confidence in his blue eyes.

"Oh I know." Draco stepped forward and looked up at the red head.

Ron stood his ground and looked down on the blonde; it felt good, compared to when the blonde used to be bigger than him. It's easier to stand your ground against someone if your ground is higher up.

"You know what snake?" Ron was terrified; after the war Draco became unstable many rumors were going around about the blonde. What Ron chose to believe was not the good side of them.

"I know you're different." Draco stepped closer towards Ron, their chests now touching.

"I know you've grown up." He placed his hands the taught waist.

"You're taller and stronger." His face crept closer to Ron's.

"Hotter, god awful sexy and in those pants ever man's wet dream." Draco's eyes glanced down to Ron's crotch. Ron's eyes widened, his mind slowly processing just what the Malfoy was saying.

"Draco, why are you here?" Ron wasn't giving in easily. Wait easily, no; Ron wasn't giving in at all. Even though the blonde did look sexy, his hair was longer but tousled to give that perfect bed head look. Normal clothes suited him quite well; Ron always had a thing for guys in skinny jeans.

No! It's Malfoy, the guy that tortured you all throughout school. The asshole that mocked you every chance he got, don't do anything.

"Well to enjoy the shows of course. What else would I be doing at a gay strip club?" The blonde rolled his eyes and smirked.

"We'll leave a big tip if you enjoyed them." Ron shook off Draco's grasp and walked toward the benches placing his essentials down.

"Bugger off, Draco. I left the magical world behind awhile ago." Ron's stare was unlike any that Draco had seen on the red head before. Intense as it was finite the blonde found his confidence waiver, for a second.

"Ron, Ron, Ron, I thought we could put the petty differences from Hogwarts behind us. Aren't we more mature, I'm sure you've grown in more ways than one." Draco glanced over the boy's body once more restraining him from jumping the man.

"Petty differences? You mocked me and my friends every day, you were an ass just because you were rich you joined the death eaters, fought for the Dark Lord, just what part of that is petty? I would really like to know.

"Well, well it seems Ronald finally got his own voice." Ron rolled his eyes and started walking away from the blonde.

"I guess you got tired of being Potter's sidekick? Or were you his fuck toy, I never did figure that one out." Ron stopped. His body shook as every muscle in the boy tensed up, anyone could tell he was angry his face was reddening and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Harry is doing just fine without me." Ron gritted through his teeth.

He violently turned around to face the smirking blonde snake.

"And we were NEVER like that."

Draco felt it, the lapse of judgment in the red heads wording, the anguish in his throat at the sentence also the look in his eyes of uncertainty, each flaw feeding the pompous and aristocratic wizard.

"But you wish you were." Draco's breathe was tickling Ron's ear.

"You wish it so much don't you?" His hands slipped around Ron's waist once more. Draco was shorter but he was tall enough to reach the red head's ear without much difficulty.

"I mean Potter was good looking, don't get me wrong, and oh, the Choosen One, maybe he could fuck some of his talent into you. I mean who wouldn't want that ass or the moment when you're in the throes of lust and he looks at you with those eyes. God anyone would kill for that chance." Ron swung his fist at Draco but the blonde had anticipated it.

He's so easy to read, especially when he's angry.

"But" Draco said heavily.

"I've always like red heads better." Ron turned inside the blonde's arms and stared at him.

"Find someone, dye his hair and go fuck him. I ain't playing your twisted games. Draco you've always been an asshole but now you're just sick." Ron shoved the blonde away from him and turned toward the shower.

"Ron, believe what you want to but remember I have not yet begun to fight." (2)

Draco slinked quietly out the door as Ron stood faced toward the wall. Ron shook and for the first time in years he cried, not crying out of fear but rather out of ignorance for the very world he had ran away from had followed his every move.

Why now of all times? Draco Malfoy…

A name cloaked in infamy, one who Ron knew he couldn't escape.

"Even in this world, I am nothing. All those people that wanted me mean nothing; to them I'm a cheap night. To Draco I'm a free fuck and to myself …I'm and egocentric bastard clinging onto control."

(nobody gives another penny for the selfish)

I'm sorry if the stripper scene was totally off I have no experience but I thought I did a decent job also remember Ron was "breaking the rules" just like Adrian was so any goes basically.

Please review and I have no idea how long this fic will be now it has a mind of its own. Also all the views are artistic interpretations of the characters and this part was more dialogue than anything so sorry if you didn't like it.

(1)- I know stripper usually have different names but he didn't want one, he's an egocentric bastard and he likes the control he creates as a stripper

(2)- quote by John Paul Jones

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