Hey guys so I can only say that this is the last chapter of Right and Wrong, I know I said 2 to 3 chapters but this ending is completely different from what I had in mind but I like it so much better. Thank you all for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it thoroughly. Please review I want to know how you felt about it and I can only say one big thank you to Malcom, who reviewed the last chapter your comment really impacted me in deciding how this story turned out and reminded me to stay true to my writing scheme and just know that not every story is giggles and smiles. Thank you all and enjoy!

(promises)

It was quiet, that moment of silence and utter peace before you dive head first into an ocean. It tingled, in an instance where actions spoke louder than words the description Draco could offer to convey this joy was the shock of the tiny sensations flowing throughout his body.

Every electric touch, every forceful smack of their lips was a melody, gorgeous and chaotic. It all crumbled and as they both fell each could only think of the other's faults.

D: He's a stripper…

R: He's an asshole…

D: He should mean nothing to me; he DOES mean nothing to me.

R: He shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be here.

Both: And yet…

Both: I NEED this.

There was no romance no lustful looks into the other's eyes were both men silently communicated their undying love for each other, this wasn't a fairytale both Draco and Ron knew that. It wasn't animalistic, clothes were not flying other their bodies in a heated of frenzy to expose skin and the contents underneath. It just was.

And to both the men that's all it ever could be. Draco was grabbing onto the hem of Ron's shorts glibly sliding his body against the other's waist hoping to gain friction with the other boy while the two battled with their tongues.

Ron pulled away and with mouth agape and whispered.

"You slept with him" Ron moved his lips over Draco's neck softly kissing the alabaster skin while waiting for the blonde's response.

"Yes" Was all the blonde could whisper.

"And you want to sleep with me." Ron moved lower to Draco's collar bone softly sucking on the skin while moving closer to his heart.

"Fuck yes." Draco fluttered his eyes feeling his pants constrict.

Ron placed a kiss over Draco's heart and positioned his hand against the boy's chest slowly spreading out his fingers over the skin while staring at his hand.

"Why?"

Draco was still in a daze coming down off the egotistical high that he was irresistible to all forms of life, including Ronald Weasley.

"Excuse me?" the blonde arched his eyebrow accordingly.

"Why am I worth so much more? You'd have the decency to fuck me in broad daylight but not him?"

Ron wrapped his left arm around Draco's lithe form pulling him closer.

The blonde's mind was swarming trying to piece together some sentence through all hazy emotions that were twisting inside the boy's body.

This is not how it was suppose to go.

Any image Draco had of throwing the gorgeous red head onto the bed while he screamed bloody murder and cried to the high heavens for all the Weasley clan to hear came to a halt.

Ron held his grasp firm with his left hand while lifting his fingers off of Draco's chest one by one till all that remained was his pointer finger; it felt like a drill slowly worming its way into Draco's chest.

"You're worth more, you are more." Draco replied.

"I'm a stripper."

"You're a person"

"Who strips for money."

"Regardless you're"

"A self righteous whore."

"Ron"

"I haven't heard that name in awhile call me Big Red all my customer's do."

Draco glanced up into the red head's eyes to see that the boy was smirking and with every fiber of his being he was gloating, gloating that he had bested Draco at his own game. The hunter had now become the hunted.

Draco snapped, rather he crumbled any grasp on life he had left his body at that instance.

"No, this is not how it's supposed to go."

"Isn't it?" Ron smirked once more.

"You're smart Draco use your brain, did you really think that this was some magical beginning to our lifelong relationship together? That by some cosmic alignment of the heavens you found your soul mate that had been staring you in the face all along?"

Draco couldn't breathe his body was malfunctioning and his arms were shaking, the only thing keeping him rooted to the ground was the forceful hold that Ron had on his back.

Draco slowly grabbed the back of Ron's neck and pulled with all his might forcing his lips to the other boy's. Tears streamed down his eyes wetting their faces and screaming desperation from the one sided kiss, as his lips moved against Ron's permanent smirk that seemed ingrained into his face.

He let go and stared at the boy, the red head shook his hair as his eyes glimmered.

"Gosh a Slytherin is begging at the feet of a Gryffindor or even better a Malfoy crying in the presence of a Weasley. What would your father say?" Ron's words dripped sarcasm.

"He would say nothing because to him I am nothing, please."

"Gosh it sounds like you're groveling at my feet but I guess it fits I mean I am your king right?" (1)

"What?" Draco wormed out of Ron's grasp only to coldly meet the floor with his bottom.

"Why Draco don't you remember life is like a game of quidditch, one person wins while the other looses miserably. Don't worry daddy's money can fix you up and if that doesn't work well there's always next time." The red head grinned viciously while bending down to the floor to pick up the forgotten wallet.

Ron stood up and swiftly turned around waving his hand in the air while snidely commenting "Bye love."

Just as the red head was leaving the loft Draco's phone ended the silence with a shrill ringing that flooded the apartment with an irritating high pitched whine.

"You might wanna get that mate; it could be another free fuck."

Draco sat there for how long he didn't know but the bed sheets he had so viciously pulled off of his bed earlier remained crumpled on the ground while the replacement linens remained folded neatly on the armoire shelf waiting to be used.

(surprised yet? Nope well there's more to come)

It was hard, it was overwhelming but Draco was there, staring up into the eyes of the monster or rather the cave that the monster dwelled in. Malfoy Manor loomed over the boy and though he had sworn off the magical world entirely he had been drawn to the place of his childhood to settle the score with his family.

The boy knocked on the large wooden doors hoping that one of the house elfs were in the area and would allow Draco in without him having to stand outside for over an hour. There was snow all around the boy it covered the ground in soft tufts and chilled the manor making it seem docile, like the cold had dulled the beast that lurked behind the large doors keeping it in a long awaited hibernation.

The door handle shook and the overwhelming structure shifted slowly creaking to reveal in the inside of Draco's childhood home.

"Yes?"

Draco stared into the eyes of not a house elf but his father, his father in a silk robe with a cup of steaming hot liquid in his right hand. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail yet his eyes held no contempt for the boy. Though in his face age could be seem overall it was the man Draco had remembered from his childhood just not in the same setting as before.

"Son"

"Yes father." Draco was holding back tears, he hadn't expected to ever make it to his "house" again and now standing at the doorstep of his enemy was like admitting surrender.

"Welcome home" Draco looked up to his father's face with watery eyes as the man moved sideways to allow his only child into the only home he had ever known.

The door closed and Draco sighed.
"You're coat?" The man questioned as the boy stood there in his cold jacket. Draco slowly shrugged out of the heavy garment and hung it on the coat rack next to the collection of the winter jackets that his mother and father had collected throughout the years. Draco grabbed onto the coat rack and ran his fingers over the wood closing his eyes as he tried to picture a time when he was happy in the house that he stood in.

"Son, are you alright?"

Draco's ears perked up at that question.

He just wants to see if I'm okay, he cares.

"No father I'm not okay. I don't think I ever will be but I'm trying to get better."

Draco looked up to his father hoping to find some consult but he knew from the look in the man's face that nothing had changed.

"Your mother will be home shortly from her ladies tea, speak with her then."

Lucius Malfoy stepped away from the door and down the long corridor that into the maw of the monster that Draco had grown up in, the belly of the beast that had spewed him out, thankfully.

If I had never left this place would I be like him, shying away from everyone else and showing my own offspring that ruling with contempt and fear only works whenever everyone else is too weak to speak up for themselves.

"Ron."

Draco was no longer shocked at the boy's reaction nor did any disdain harbor in his heart for the red head.

He finally spoke up.

To Draco Ron was a target and new treat for the blonde to sample and maybe, just maybe he would dwell on that treat longer than he had others but overall Ron would have been tossed to the side and Draco would have been on the prowl once more.

"All those years."

Draco walked against the door and slide to the floor slowly he placed his head into his hands and recalled every instance where he had hurt the red head, where he had misused his "power" to injure the boy either mentally or physically. At Hogwarts Ron had Hermoine or Harry to speak up for him the red head had no need to prove himself to Draco because Draco didn't matter in his life, he mattered even less now. How could the blonde be mad at a boy who finally found his voice and turned into a man?

Ron hadn't lied when he said that coming to the Muggle world had changed him for the better, it's just that Ron's change wasn't better for Draco.

"Dear Lord."

(time skip, sorry)

It was Friday night and Draco was ready. It had been two months since Ron had walked out the very loft that Draco was currently showering in. The man stepped out the shower and quickly dried off with a towel hastily throwing it into the hamper and walking into his room grabbing some underwear and sliding them on his lithe form before walking into his closet.

Draco scanned over his the clothes that he had abandoned for what seemed like ages, the blonde had no desire to go outside much less party but now he knew what he had to do. After confronting himself at Malfoy Manor Draco realized that he would never been in the position he wanted to be in unless he made it happen. The boy grabbed a pair of black jeans off of the hanger and slid them over his slender hips.

He would never accomplish the goals he had set out for himself by crying over losing the Weasley. Draco scanned his shirts and pulled a white button down off of the hanger. He slipped the fabric over his arms feeling the security of knowing that he looked good and that others desired him. He needed that; it was the only way he knew how to survive.

Draco walked to his bathroom glancing up into the mirror he saw himself changed from the young man he was when he had first glanced at Hogwarts and at Ronald Weasley to the man he was now, it was a drastic change one that paralleled the red head's own.

Draco styled his hair in the exact form he wanted it to be in and sprayed a light mist of cologne on his body. The blonde stared himself down and smirked, he was ready.

He quickly turned on his heels and strutted out the bathroom and into his living room where his best friend Blaise Zabini was patiently waiting on the couch.

"Ready?" Blaise hesitantly asked hoping that Draco wouldn't break down in the middle of the loft making the brunette start the therapy over from scratch with his best friend.

"Always." Draco smiled.

Blaise's eyes widened and he smiled in response to the boy.

"Perfect"

(At Mystic)

"Hey Ron!" Zach called to his friend as he came up to his changing station in preparation for his weekly performance.

"Hey" the red head smiled at his friend and embraced him.

The man threaded his fingers through Zach's hair staring at it with a questioning look on his face.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Zach rolled his eyes. "Yeah I finally got all the red dye out of it that is the last time I let you pick out styling products."

"Yeah sorry mate I thought it was temporary."

"Eh no harm done, being a faux red head was fun while it lasted." Zach winked.

"Of course it was but there's no mistaking the real deal" Ron dramatically ran his fingers through his hair as Zach elbowed him.

"Just for that I'm keeping the contacts." Zach remarked as he walked over to his table glancing in the mirror while tousling his "new" hair.

"Did I ask for them back?" Ron questioned.

"No but then again why would you want blue contact lens?"

"Exactly mate." Ron smiled once more. He looked good and he knew it and soon so would all the men in the club. Ron was a showstopper and nothing stood in his way now.

(later that evening)

Draco and Blaise sat in the V.I.P. section as feeling of déjà vu washed over the blonde yet the feeling wasn't strong enough to deter him from having a fun night. As the previous performer finished up his act the crowds began to settle down in anticipation for the main event.

A voice was heard from above as if God was announcing the next performer with approval. "Thank you Adrian! Next up you know him and you love him or rather you love what he does. Who wouldn't? It's BIG RED!"

Ron walked onto the stage locking eyes with the audience. He was cocky or rather secure; yes secure was good word for the gorgeous boy that stood on the stage like a jungle cat waiting to pounce.

Draco narrowed his eyes, Blaise kept one eye on his friend and the other on the man on the stage waiting for the moment when the red head would recognize the blonde in the crowd and hopefully all hell wouldn't break loose.

Ron sighed this is what he lived for, this is who he was no longer did anything else matter. He was the center of attention and he wanted to keep it that way, sidekick was a foreign term along with self doubt and the words right and wrong. Ron's family didn't know where he was or what he did but the red head had no problem proclaiming his profession if asked, he just hadn't seen his family in ages not that it mattered to him, after some life alternating choices the red head had decided that he no longer needed the comfort of things like a family or friends when he could control people with a simple turn of his hips who would?

The lights sparked to life and as Ron glanced up wards, he saw him. Yes Draco Malfoy sitting it the audience just like he had been oh so long ago Ron had seen him before but he thought it was a figment of his imagination but after the past events between the two men Ron had no doubt that the platinum blonde smirking in the audience was indeed the infamous, Draco Malfoy.

Well, well, well look who came to play.

The music started but Ron barely heard it he merely swung his body and gyrated his hips like he was fucking someone on the stage. While he slowly removed his offending garments Ron wouldn't take his eyes off of Draco, the man had changed but then again so had Ron.

History always had a way of ironically repeating itself though Ron was entirely sure who the victor of this new game would be, what kind of a sport would he be if he didn't play with his food before he ate it.

Ron slowly slinked off the stage and over to Draco. The blonde's smirk never waived nor did the all knowing look in his eyes falter.

Ron walked around the man's chair and lifted a long leg to casually straddle the man, a practice that had become second nature to him.

Ron placed his finger at Draco's chest once more pushing hard into the skin so that Draco would remember the sense of defeat from so long ago but if it affected the blonde Ron would never know. Draco came prepared that evening to settle the score with Ron.

The red head slowly dragged his finger up the blonde's body following the curve of his neck until Ron was balancing Draco's chin on the tip of his finger. His eyes locked with the blonde's and the world exploded around them.

Slowly but tactfully Ron leaned over to Draco's ears and opened his mouth.

"Leave a big tip" the red head whispered as he blew on the blonde's ear.

"Always." Draco smirked as he glanced at the red head's blue eyes. Both boys refused to speak but the message was clear.

Let the games begin.

(finito)

Wow it took me forever to write this pitiful excuse for six chapters, I feel so lazy but I must thank everyone who read the story. I hope it was entirely different from what you thought it was going to be. I like surprising people it brings so much joy to my day especially when I surprise myself.

(1) In the The Order of the Phoenix Draco refers to Ron as a king because they predict that he will allow all the quaffles in causing Slytherin to win the quidditch match. I just thought it would be an interesting to play off of something from the boys "past".

In case you're confused from the story I will elaborate but if you understand it then disregard this next paragraph.

Zach was the boy that Draco slept with but the only reason Draco slept with Zach is because he saw Ron at the very club he met Zach at, he was at dancing with another man- I didn't state this but it was implied. So Ron was able to screw with Draco before Draco could screw with him, classic revenge theme but it wasn't as much about revenge as it was about the idea that Adrian had planted into Ron's head at the start of the story, being a showstopper. Ron viewed himself as a sidekick and at Hogwarts his biggest enemy and greatest obstacle was Draco Malfoy in a way if Ron could trump the blonde them he would be "unstoppable" but it corrupted Ron more than it helped him.

I cannot thank you enough for reading this story, I enjoyed writing it and remember that the "theme" was that life isn't full of sunshine and smiles but I do love happiness and joy and in person I am very bubbly and optimistic I just hate how overrated the idea of a fairytale ending is or how many of the fanfics are just two people falling in love then going at it like horny animals…awkward.

Anyway please read my other stories I hope to work on those before I start any new ones but who knows!

Love-Noctillionine13

"leave a nice tip"

Zach was the boy!

Show stopper and the slut