Center Stage

From the center of the stage he felt like the world revolved around him and only him. Their  attention was addictive, having hundreds of eyes watch with lust filled anticipation. Wanting and waiting for his next move. Needing to see him preform. Grateful for each sway of his hips. He smirked.  It got him so high. Even now as he teased them with the slow rocking of his hips to the beat they couldn't look away.
It was only in this club he could escape. The war was now over and Voldermort had fallen like prophecy stated.  He had fully expected to die that day. What he hadn't expected was to find out his life had been a lie.       His friends had been payed for to keep a watchful eye on him by dumbledore, with the exception of Neville and Luna who were both to eccentric and loyal to be of use. He also found that Albus had always know about Harry's horrible family and did nothing. Well that wasn't entirely true Albus encouraged it. He felt that a beaten, broken and starved harry was easier to control.  He had no one to turn to anymore. At first he just hide in Grimwauld Place. The property now left to him with with his godfathers death. He didn't have to work, his parents vaults had still held plenty of money and with Sirius's death he now had the entirety of the black fortune and was rather wealthy.  Reporters didn't bother him as much when everyone thought you were a murder and the perfect candidate for the next dark lord. Then one night as he was getting shite faced at this very club he watched as the blonde on stage shook his hips and hypnotized the entire floor and he wanted that power. He came back every night to see the blonde preform his ritual. Finally the club owner approached him and offered the chance to dance. The blonde became his teacher. His first lesson starting that night. Two days later he become Jade and took the last spot of the night. That was over a year ago Harry recalled as he finished up his set giving his congregation of lust filled vouyers a small bow before sauntering off stage. This was his favorite part, hearing the yells and rants for him to come back. He smirked to himself as the echoes of desperate men become silent. He had made his way into the dancers lounge which held heavy sound proofing spells.  Harry smiled as he saw the blonde boy sitting on one of the leather couches.
"Dragon." harry greeted the boy by his stage name before plopping down next to him.
"Have a good night Jade?" the blonde replied. 
"All my nights are good nights, because having a bad one would imply that I am to blame. And that my dear is impossible because I am perfect." 
Dragon looked upon Harry in faux shock and threw his hands up in an overly dramatic gesture. " I've created a monster!" 
Harry laughed. "Don't worry Draco your still the biggest queen here."
Draco gave him a small laugh "Yes well I don't expect you to ever learn the fine art  of grace Potter. That would be asking for miracles."
Harry rolled his eyes and pinched the bare skin on Draco's upper arm playfully. 
"Owe!" Draco jumped.  
No matter how much had changed, the childish bickering between the two was still the norm and both boys were grateful for that. Although the fierce hatred that had once fueled  it was completely gone now that Albus wasn't there behind the scenes  stroking the flames.
"Your doing the dishes tonight!"  
Harry rolled his eyes at his roommate, mentor, and friend. 
"I always do the dishes because your spoiled pale arse cant do anything domestic without destroying something." Harry said recalling the time Draco had tried to wash their cast-iron pan out and ended up setting there kitchen table on fire. 
"I cook." Draco pouted. "and I am not pale." 
"Draco being able to use the microwave I bought isn't cooking." Harry stated trying to stifle a laugh.
Draco was about to retort when a voice from the doorway interrupted him.
"What in Merlin's name is a microwave?" came the elegant voice.  
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Both boys turned their heads to see the Malfoy patriarch and his vampire husband, a certain dark haired ex potions master, standing by the door.
Harry figured the men must have entered the room unnoticed when the boys were arguing. Harry looked over both men and found himself blushing. They were elegantly dressed and stood tall and proud with waves of power and dominance rolling off them. 
Severus looked healthier now the war had ended. No longer was he stressed over the tyrannical manipulations of two masters.  Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord had fallen in the war and wizarding world couldn't bring them selves to care.  Severus was on deaths door during the final battle but was saved by a vampire fighting on lights side. Severus didn't really change too much in appearance. He had always been a pale man so that wasn't anything new the only tale tell signs was the scarlet ring that lay around his obsidian eyes. Severus also, much to Lucius's delight, had let his hair grow out and not being stuck in the dungeons of Hogwarts with potion fumes allowed his hair to look silky and soft instead of greasy.
Harry had long ago admitted to himself his infatuation with the two men however their bonding had  insured that it would never be more the a crush.
"My dearest if I remember correctly a microwave is a device used to cook food quickly by muggles." Severus said in a voice that Harry both coveted and loathed.
"You are getting your food from a
Muggle device? 
Lucius looked perturbed by the idea. 
"Yes father, I can't just bloody well get a house elf, Hermoine would chop my bollocks off!" 
Harry couldn't help but laugh. 
Severus joined in on Harrys laughter before speaking. "I imagine that mr. Weasley would be rather upset if that occurred." 
Draco's scowl turned into one of his patented smirks. "Yes well, he does rather like them." 
Harry took a moment to look over the two aristocratic men. If either of them had a problem with Draco being in a relationship with not only the muggleborn Hermione Granger but Ron Weasley as well they showed no signs of it. 
"Well as much as I love looking at my son prance around stage like a knockturn alley whore in nothing more then leather hot pants. I think we had previous arrangements." 
Harry sighed. He wished Draco had told him he had plans with his father and Severus. He could have invited Neville over for a cup of tea. He hated being alone in their small flat it only reminded him alone he truly was.
"Yes father, me and Harry just have to go home and change and we will meet you two at the restaurant." 
Harry only barely caught Draco's words.
Lucius's laughter told Harry that the older blonde must have saw Harry's confusion written all over his face. Remus had always told him that he was easy to read.
"Draco you did tell Harry that he was accompanying us to dinner tonight." Severus's tone told Harry all to well the he knew Draco hadn't.
But Harry had to admit spending the night with his two biggest crushes and his best friend was much better then spending the night alone. So he wasn't going to complain too much.  After all what was the worst that could happen.

A/N okay first chapter up and I am not sure how I feel about this so tell me what you think okay?!