Wow this fic is way longer than expected. I don't know whether that is good or bad….

Anyways thank you to all that reviewed. I think about you all whenever I'm writing. I write for myself but I "publish" for others so enjoy!

(this is the rhythm of the night)

Ron walked along the row of crowded shops attempting to attract the least amount of attention possible. It had been three days since he had been at the club, three days since he experienced the control over life that he had never had at Hogwarts, three days since he had seen Draco and three days since his world had come crashing down. It was breezy outside, the beginning of fall had come with a rush and Ron took no notice of the differing temperatures. While others were walking around in jackets and cardigans Ron had on a casual grey shirt with faded jeans. He made no attempt to stand out other than the traditional red hair that was the trademark of the Weasley clan.

One could say that the red head was just minding his own business but to the trained eye he was introverting himself. His usual energetic and magnetic personality was replaced with that of a somber and detached person's. But it didn't go without reason Ron had a lot on his mind at that moment.

(It's just a little game of give and take)

"NO!" Draco threw his phone at the wall in an attempt to shut up his father.

The platinum blonde was huffing heavily, eyes bulging he stared at the device hoping for it to implode on itself.

"This is ridiculous Draco I will not stand for…" Draco stepped on the phone silencing his father's authoritative voice with a final crush of the metal and plastic.

"I'm fucking 20 something and all my father can do is bitch about my life; MY life, not my ancestor's, not my mom's and certainly not HIS!" The blonde stormed around his flat attempting to figure out a plan to end these ridiculous "talks" with his father surely he was settled enough to do whatever he pleased with his own life.

In an enraged fit Draco grabbed his jacket and left his flat. Where he was headed he didn't really know but the chances of his oh so persistent family finding him at home was just too great for Draco to risk.

(time skip…holla)

Draco ended up outside of the local bookstore. He seemed to be drawn there by a magnetic force but Draco just labeled it as his love for knowledge. He was a regular at said shop only because muggle knowledge was so strange to him, for one born into such a strict and prejudice family seeing the viewpoint of the idiots he was taught to loathe was humorous. Their crazy ideas of life and discovery also the sections dedicated to romance novels with stories of passionate and eternal true love made the blonde's inside curl. There was only one thing others were good for, screwing your life up and repaying for it with their bodies, okay two things.

Draco walked over to the fiction section and began searching for a new novel to occupy his time.

Minutes and passed as Draco scanned the titles hoping to find one that caught his eye.

Frankenstein? What in the devil is a Frankenstein? Draco thumbed through the pages and glanced over the words when a voice made his ears perk up.

"Just a coffee please." That voice, Draco would know it anywhere. He peaked in between the shelves of books to the café counter at the front of the store.

Draco looked at detached the red head now fumbling with his wallet to pay for the beverage. "I hope he hasn't forgotten my little promise." Draco smirked this is easier that I thought it would be. Maybe I should thank Daddy dearest for "forcing" me out of my house earlier.

Draco walked up to the adjacent counter to pay for his book and casually leaned onto the surface.

"Frankenstein, what a great choice (1)" The girl at the register glanced up the blonde through her thick lashes.

Ugh she's flirting with me.

Draco quickly glanced over to the red head that was too slow. Draco had seen Ron looking at him.

Well when life gives you lemons…

Draco smiled pouring all of his charm and wit into that one gesture. He gracefully leaned farther over the counter and whispered purposely to the girl.

"Yes it looked marvelous maybe we could get together and discuss it sometime." Draco smiled once more.

Ron clenched his fists and bit his tongue as he watched the disturbing sight unfold before him.

The girl at the counter nodded and giggled as she rang up the purchase.

"That will be $4.99" Draco paused for a second and handed over his preferred member's club card to the bookstore before passing along his credit card.

"Oh a member's club card, well do you come here often?" Draco twitched his eyebrow at her idiocy but kept a charming smile plastered on his face.

"As a matter of fact I do, I just loved expanding my knowledge. The bookstore is perfect for that seeing as it has so many books each on a different subject, some more interesting than others." Draco winked at the girl who covered her mouth as she giggled once more.

Ron had enough of this; he was in no mood to see Draco flirt with some bobble head bookstore cashier girl besides his coffee was chilling by the second. Ron collected his purchases, grabbed the coffee off the counter and turned to leave the store.

Draco saw this out of the corner of his eye and quickly halted his "shameless" flirting. He grabbed the plastic bag and left the store regardless of the girl's voice calling out.

Draco exited the bookstore and frantically looked around for his red head.

"Just shut it Malfoy." Draco turned around to the see the man leaning against the side of the building staring at him with contempt.

"Oh Ron I didn't see you there. How have you been?" Draco stepped backwards as the angered Weasley loomed over him.

"First off I don't care what screwed up shit you do with your life but could you not make it so disgustingly obvious that you're just flirting with the girl to piss me off."

"You really think I want you so much. You obviously overestimate yourself Weasley." Draco had years of practice in making his voice and face stoic as possible yet giving off that hint of being an asshole at the same time.

"What happened to I have not yet begun to fight?" Ron raised his eyebrow at the blonde.

"Or was that an empty threat?"

"Actually it was more of a promise seeing as none of my threats are empty or have you forgotten Ron." Draco sneered when he said the red head's name, he knew just what buttons to push to get a rise out the man and he was not letting up anytime soon.

"I don't care what in the world it is but only my friends call me Ron." The red head began to walk away from the blonde.

"So I guess you haven't heard your name in a while then." Ron turned around at the arrogant man.

"What is that suppose to mean?" Disdain was dripping from his voice as he attempted to hold back his blind furry.

"Even you should be able to figure it out Weasley, for someone with so many friends and such a large family I'm presuming you haven't heard your name in awhile. It seems like me and you aren't so different after all." Draco smirked once more and that is what did it. Ron fisted the front of the blonde's shirt and stared him in the eye.

"Is this the part where you punch me and be the hero like a good little Gryffindor?"

Ron released his death grip on Draco's shirt.

"Oh that's right you were never the hero you were always the sidekick." That was it Ron snapped he turned around in pure rage and drew back his fist. It connected with the blonde's face with such a force that the blonde flew backwards into the bookstore sign. Ron smiled as he felt the bone cracking underneath his fist yet it wasn't enough to pay for Draco's words.

"I gave up Hogwarts a long time ago but it still seems like you carry that shitty attitude with you wherever you go snake." Ron looked at the blonde who was holding his nose in an attempt to stop the profuse bleeding.

"Shitty attitude me? You're the fucking joke what did you become, a stripper? Of all the times in your life to mock me you choose to do so when you are a stripper. You Weasley's will never learn." Draco rose up to his feet that aristocratic sneer still remained on his face only this time it was covered in blood.

"I won't ever learn what, Malfoy. That the world sucks, that it stinks when your friends are the Boy Who Lived and genius of a girl who assisted him? Does it suck to know that all you were ever good for was screwing everything up and that once you leave the magic world the real world is ten times harder? How does it feel to know that your family suffers everyday for the loss of a child or that you can't go back to them because of what you are now? What is it like to dance every night hopping that your friends and family won't see you because you're too ashamed of yourself to even look a bastard like you in the eye? What haven't I learned Malfoy!" Ron face was red from screaming and his hands were clenched at his sides.

Draco held onto his nose and stared in disbelief at the man. His mind was empty as he processed all the red head had blurted out.

"I always thought you had your perfect family to turn to. Mine was always shitty, my parents never loved each other, my father was a controlling bastard, my relatives were crazy, I was drilled and raised to become the perfect whatever they wanted yet I knew that in some twisted way I fit the role perfectly even if it wasn't what I wanted to do. But you always had those smiling friends to surround you, even better brothers who brought laughter everywhere they went, a sister to look up to you and your friends, you didn't have to threaten anyone to enjoy being with you and when Potter or the mudblood was mad at you, you had your family to turn to. But that was rare seeing as you treated your two friends like they were family. It was all so perfect like a fairy tale."

"Yeah well my clock struck midnight, hard; no royal ball, no fairy godmother and no happy ending." Ron's blue eyes stared at the grey ones of Draco's.

"In the end I guess you're right Malfoy." Draco snapped out of his trance and looked at the retreating form of Ron.

"I really haven't heard my name in awhile." Ron walked away from Draco shaking his head all the while.

(stop and stare)

Ron walked away from the blonde holding in his silent tears as he ran from his old life once more. He felt bad about exploding on the blonde but it was his fault provoking him over and over and over and finally he brought up him being a stripper.

"UGH!" Ron punched the wall adjacent to him. The building provided nothing for him just a way to get rid of all these emotions that were pent up inside of him.

Ron collapsed against the wall of the building and held his face in between his arms. Nothing could be worse than this feeling, this feeling of being torn apart piece by piece from the inside out. It was like the blonde was pealing back each layer the red head had put up to protect him in this strange world and for the first time in a long time Ron didn't feel bad about it.

For the first time since Hogwarts Ron felt like someone knew him, the real him. Not this new Ron that everyone else thought of him as.

"No, I'm not some weak little child anymore. I already did that and believe me it got me nowhere." But Ron couldn't shake Draco's words out of his head.

"It was all so perfect like a fairy tale."

"If it was so perfect then where was my prince charming?" Ron stared at the ground in thought unaware of the world passing him by.

(So much for my happy ending)

Draco looked at the clock on his wall. It was 11:00 and he was getting ready to lie in bed and start reading Frankenstein when his phone rang. The blonde picked up his new phone a square looking device that was all touch screen. It rang with some shrill high pitched noise as the blonde hadn't even adjusted to the machine yet. He simply stopped by the AT&T store and told them that he needed a new phone.

The phone rang with the words saying Blaise Text on the screen. Draco slid the "bar" to unlock the screen and looked at the new message with a puzzled expression.

"I got a present for you. Come to Pulse now." Draco tried calling the kid but he wouldn't pick up his phone.

"Dammit Blaise!"

Draco got out of his bed and put on some black vans. He wasn't dressed properly to go out anywhere yet even casual clothes suited the blonde, it was a Malfoy trait to be stunning in no matter what attire.

Draco overheard the thunder and instantaneous rain that followed the booming noise. Glancing out the window he saw the landscape blurred by the rain, colors from lights melded together to form a kaleidoscope of the city.

"Blaise this better be fucking worth it." Draco grabbed his jacket and headed down the stairs towards the garage. (2)

The blonde pulled into another garage closer to the club Pulse, true to its name the club's current techno music was causing the building to shake under the immense waves giving the feeling that the building was dancing along with the myriad of people inside the establishment.

Draco flashed a card to the bouncer who let him inside the club regardless of the remarks from the bystanders waiting in line.

The club was anything less than amazing. The environment screamed ecstasy as people walked in groups unbeknownst to them what drug they had taken to achieve their euphoria. Lights bounced off the walks creating a rainbow effect wherever the eye wandered and bathed the people in different hues. It was like a trance everyone was doing something different yet it all fit together.

Pulse was one of the more extreme clubs in town. Catering to clientele that enjoyed the eccentric side of life, Draco was immensely undressed. Partygoers walked by the blonde in ripped up outfits containing leather, faux multi-colored fur, platform combat boots and neon stripped shirts. Faces were painted in black lights colors so they glowed whenever the character moved, people danced like their soul was escaping them. Extensions that matched the flashing lights whipped around the bodies like apparitions softly stroking the skin of the person adjacent to them. Spikes, collars, mesh shirts were everywhere along with fake vampire teeth and colored contacts in the most outrageous styles possible.

Draco glanced around the club to see if he could spot Blaise knowing the idiot wouldn't pick up his cell phone. After his failed attempts Draco decided to order a drink, the people "casually" brushing up against him were getting to bold for the blonde's liking.

Draco stepped up to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic when a bubble gum pink blob sat next to him. The girl was obviously an air head as her outfit screamed "I'm easy" from the get go. She glanced over at Draco attempting to accentuate her outrageous fake blue lashes and enlarged pupils. Her hair trailed down her back and was placed into two pig tails on either side of her head. Draco glanced at the girls outfit and almost threw up. She was wearing a neon green crop top with black suspenders that held up her to short white skirt. Her thigh high black boots added about 4 inches to her short being.

"Wow you're really didn't get the memo did you sweet cheeks." She winked at Draco who cringed.

"It was an unexpected invitation. I'm here to collect a gift and nothing more." Draco flooded his mouth with his drink hoping to drown himself so he wouldn't be able to respond.

"Weeelll I could be your present and" The girl grabbed Draco's shoulder and turned him towards her.

"You could unwrap me." The girls face was centimeters away from Draco's and one could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Looks like one too many people already have. Take your diseases elsewhere." Draco sneered at the girl.

"Oh come on I'm clean, check my papers and everything."

"You're really vexing me. I could care less what a piece of paper says and if you were my gift I would return you in a heartbeat. Go back to the dog house from whence you came." Draco got up and left his drink at the bar along with the fuming girl.

Honestly Blaise you have two minutes before I kill you and leave the body for the police to find.

An arm draped around Draco and he tensed up ready to pounce on the idiot who just invaded his personal space bubble.

Draco's eyebrow twitched as the face of his friend blocked his vision from the rest of the club.

"EH Drakey you're sure late, have I got a gift for you."

"If it is 5 foot 2 has papers and barks like a dog I don't want it." Draco said under his breath.

"You want a dog?" Blaise had difficulty hearing the blonde over the roar of the crowd.

Draco shook his head and looked over to where his friend was pointing.

"All I see is a table with two boys." Draco rolled his eyes.

"No all you see is how you're spending your night." Blaise grinned and Draco's eyes bulged out of his head.

"No" was all he answered.

"Come one, the red head like blondes and I know how you love the gingers."

I like A red head not just any red head.

Draco glanced over the boy once more. He was taller than Draco by only an inch; Ron is at least three inches taller. He had red hair but it didn't suit him quite like it suited the Weasley. His frame was lanky yet toned underneath and he had no freckles. Draco looked into his eyes and all he saw were fake blue contacts. If he squinted maybe the kid could resemble Carrot Top (3) but nothing like the ex-wizard.

"See he's gorgeous Drakey and he wants you." Blaise and Draco both glanced over to the table as the "red head" Draco still wondered, turned towards the pair. The kids eyes widened and he smirked at the two.

Blaise patted Draco on the back and the pair walked over to the table.

"Look who showed up finally. You were making me look bad Draco." Blaise winked at the star struck boy who was gazing up to the man like he was a god. The kid was small and seemed fragile but Blaise gripped his waist like it was nothing. Draco was waiting for the kid to snap in two.

"No worries it's all good." The red head said as his eyes rolled over Draco.

The blonde tried to smile but he felt like a snake was crawling over his skin as the eyes dropped lower and lower.

"Well we are going to dance." Blaise lifted the boy and walked to the floor as the kid clung to the man like a child does to his father.

"I'm not responsible for your friend." Draco looked at the red head.

"He's fine it's his fault anyway your friend is just such a charmer." The imposter leaned closer to Draco.

"Blaise doesn't manipulate people he just knows what to say." The blonde slit his eyes as he focused on the man.

"Isn't that kinda the same thing but it seems you do better with just your looks. Tell me what color is that in your hair." The man smiled once more and it reminded Draco of a cat waiting to pounce. Well two can play at that game.

"It's natural something you wouldn't know about."

"Now now that's a rude thing to say." The red head whispered into Draco's ear.
"Your eyes are also fake." Draco deadpanned.

"No mine are real, as are yours I presume."

"Yes I don't need cheap tricks to enhance my image."

"No complaints here." The red head placed his hands on Draco's leg.

Draco glanced at his leg and was about to tell the boy off when something caught his eye. Draco turned his head to the side and his eyes glazed over. His face hardened and his hands clenched digging into his arms. The blonde seemed as if he was going to explode.

Draco turned to the red head and said "My place or yours?"

The imposter's eyes lit up in surprise yet it quickly passed. The boy licked his lips and smirked. Leaning into Draco he whispered in the blonde's ear. "Yours"

(GASP!)

Dun dun duhhh!

School has started back up so my updates may be a little slower than usual but fear not they will get done even though my homework won't…

(1)- I actually just finished reading that book and it's great I really recommend it.

(2)- Blaise lives in a house and Draco lives in a flat.

(3)- He's a comedian known for his red hair.

Review please I enjoy reading them.