Spellbound (Dramione Smut Story)

Chapter One

Draco

Most think that Knockturn Alley is just a place for dark witches and wizards to sell their crap off. They say it's only safe in Knockturn during the day- well, those who have a reason to be in Knockturn Alley, anyway. The only reason Knockturn is safer in the day, is because that's when all of the drunk whores and thirsty wizards are handling their hangovers. At night, they're wild and awake.

Ever wonder what Knockturn stands for? Knock- nocturnal: night. Turn- turn up. It surprises me how many magic folk can't read the signs. How could they not know that the biggest Wizard's strip club lies hidden in the center of Knockturn? Guess they're as clueless as the muggles.

Since I've graduated from Hogwarts, I've worked there. Not bartending, not managing, but leading the male strip team. More like owning, really. The girls are always all over me. I don't even have to take off my shirt, and they start screaming. I do whatever I'd like, show off whatever I'd like, and buy whatever I like. My one rule was made by myself. That one rule, is don't ever come home with anyone.

By not sleeping with anyone, the girls keep coming back for more, each trying to get close enough to touch me. I know why they do it; they want to be Draco Malfoy's undoing. I appreciate their efforts, and am flattered by their affection, but my only undoing was a mudblood. A mudblood I used to go to school with, a mudblood I used to bully constantly. I didn't realize I liked her until after I graduated.

At that time, I was living off of my family's money. I had one shot at landing myself a decent, well paying job. If I didn't find pay within six months, I'd most likely start working as a servant at some richer wizard's manor. Growing up with slaves swarming my house, I knew that was not the life I wanted to live.

A friend of mine, Nixon Troblé, pointed me in the direction of stripping. He said he had earned enough money doing it, and said I should be able to land myself a job there. I started off bartending. I watched the strippers and picked up their techniques. Not long after, I decided to get myself promoted. I snagged some of the strip team's clothes, found myself a platform, and Knockturn Alley got its first glimpse of Draco Malfoy. I've been on top ever since.

Tonight started out like any other night. I jumped into my tight, black jeans that were ripped and torn, and a slim fitting black t-shirt, paired with black Converse high tops. My hair  was greased, but messy all the same. It fell down low, some strands nearly reaching my eyes. I swiped a black liner pencil above and beneath my eyelid, bringing out the cold gray in my eyes. I was ready.

I stepped out of my dressing room, but one of the guys stopped me.

"Hey, theme's masquerade."

I snorted. "Sorry, Mick. You know I don't do themes."

Mick rolled his eyes and turned away, muttering something along the lines of, "stupid rich kids."

I sighed, eyeing the hair that was falling into my eyes. It was then that I decided to look at the crowd. I don't know why I did. I'd never done it before, but I felt something that night. I peered out into one of the platforms and scanned the crowd.

My heart jumped as I noticed the sea of faces was full of some of my old schoolmates. For a moment, I wondered whether or not she'd be out there. My eyes rolled as I stepped backstage once more. Why on earth would she, of all people, be in a wizard's strip club on Knockturn Alley?

I sat backstage, checking the time on my gold wrist watch. Seeing this, I was reminded of how strange it was for all wizard strippers to wear muggle clothes.  Apparently, tight clothes was much more of a turn on for witches than baggy robes. Whereas my father used to say "flaunt your riches, they make a man handsome," modern day witches said otherwise. "Buy cheap clothes with labels and tear them up. Then we'll want you." Oh, how different the Clubers were from the dignified wizards of my childhood. I love the attention, but I would give anything to go back to Hogwarts.