"And now, our Friday special! BLACK!"

The crowd cheered like hell. Ron took me out after Ginny broke off the engagement. Well, I guess we both did.

I'm gay.

Damn homophobe... it's not like I want to be! She threw me out, not weird, actually. But she didn't have to sell the story to Rita...

And that Ron took me out after we broke off is wrong to say, it's more of dragging me out of my house after I've been there for half a year without doing anything else but working.

Whoever this Black were, the club seemed to love him.

"It's Pink night! Just like you wanted." A voice came over the speakers. The crowd cheered and fangirled. A male stepped on the stage.

He was wearing a bright pink suit, no shirt under and the jacket open, and a mask. He had almost white-blind hair, and a build figure.

"Yep, you're gay." Ron commented, then pointed to my pants

"Definitely." I laughed along with him.

"So!" The man yelled to the crowd, "Pink night! Let's start it off with a song by the band PINK!" And the music started

Na na na na na na, na na na na na na

Na na na na na na, na na na na na na

I guess I just lost my husband

I don't know where he went

So I'm gonna drink my money

I'm not gonna pay his rent (nope)

I got a brand new attitude

And I'm gonna wear it tonight

I wanna get in trouble

I wanna start a fight

Na na na na na na na, I wanna start a fight

Na na na na na na na, I wanna start a fight

So, so what?

I'm still a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't need you

And guess what

I'm having more fun

And now that we're done

I'm gonna show you tonight

I'm alright, I'm just fine

And you're a tool

So, so what?

I am a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't want you tonight

Uh, check my flow, uh

The waiter just took my table

And gave to Jessica Simp- (shit!)

I guess I'll go sit with tomboy

At least he'll know how to hit

What if this song's on the radio

Then somebody's gonna die

I'm gonna get in trouble

My ex will start a fight

Na na na na na na na, he's gonna start a fight

Na na na na na na na, we're all gonna get in a fight!

So, so what?

I'm still a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't need you

And guess what

I'm having more fun

And now that we're done

I'm gonna show you tonight

I'm alright, I'm just fine

And you're a tool

So, so what?

I am a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't want you tonight

You weren't there

You never were

You want it all

But that's not fair

I gave you love

I gave my all

You weren't there

You let me fall

So, so what?

I'm still a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't need you

And guess what

I'm having more fun

And now that we're done

I'm gonna show you tonight

I'm alright, I'm just fine

And you're a tool

So, so what?

I am a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't want you tonight

No, no,

No, no

I don't want you tonight

You weren't there

I'm gonna show you tonight

I'm alright, I'm just fine

And you're a tool

So, so what?

I am a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't want you tonight

Ba da da da da da

He was walking around the tables, the first one tonight to ever walk of the stage. Seducing almost everyone in the club.

He was back at the stage before he reached our table, unluckily for me. The performer had flirted with both males and females, even let a few smack his arse. Oh, how much I wanted to do that.

"NOW! Single ladies! One hand in the air, please!" He called out. "Gay, may I add." Almost every girl pulled their hands up. "All those with their hand up, can you come up to the stage, please?"

They rushed up, and he asked them all something, some went off the stage again, and the others lined up. As soon as everyone was up, music started again.

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

All the single ladies

Now put your hands up!

They all danced to the song, but Black, whoever he was, was stripping... on a freaking stripping pole.

"I think you want his number," Ron commented again. He gave me a grin when I nodded a little too fast.

When the song was finished, everyone but Black went off, the glass between the stage and the publicum came up again, and he started to just strip to every song that came on.

Ron and I ate as we... I, was basically just staring at Black.

Way too soon, the chock hit 12.

"Sorry everybody! I'm done for the evening. It's one last song you, as always, request!"

Black removed the glass. Everyone's hand shot in the air, so I did the same as I thought of a song. Black smirked.

"Well, aren't I popular tonight? Maybe I'll even get some company tonight?" The audience went wild before he spoke up again. "Well... everyone with a suit, take down your hand."

Many did, groans and complains were muttered around the room and I was very glad I didn't bother with anything too nice.

"And... girls, hands down."

Again, happy I'm no girl. It was only me and three others with their hands up. We were all spread out in the room.

"See! It's a lot easier to chose now, isn't it?" He looked from the one farthest away from me, and one by one, he scanned us all. His eyes landed on my not-too-high-up hand. "You." He sneered, I was taken back by the sudden change, and like a lightning, he realised others were looking. "You!" He said way more cheerful before he pointed to me, "You chose my last song for tonight!"

SONG! What song. What song... what song... do I want to see him dance slash strip to...

"Enamorado." I said quite loud.

Apparently not loud enough, "Come again?"

"Enamorado!" I yelled, "By Alexander Stewart."

Black snapped his fingers towards the man who controlled the music. He clicked some buttons and after a short while, gave him a thumb up.

"We have it." Black looked intuitively at me. "Your name?"

Ron whisper yelled to me "Do not say Potter."

"Eh... Harry Evans." I called back to him.

Well, it's my mother's maiden name! It's the first thing that came to my mind.

"Hm..." Black said through the microphone, "You seem familiar..." he turned to some security, "Bring him backstage after the show."

Ron nudged me and grinned like the good wingman he is. I blushed, thankful that it's never been easy to see on my skin.

Black stripped to the song, making me... react in ways I'm also very thankful for that the tablecloth covered. I need to think of something to calm it before I go backstage...

Ginny. She threw me out. Just like that.

And it's gone. Just when the song ended and he went off the stage.

Ron and I consumed what was left of our food and drinks before he stood up and I followed.

"Excuse me, Mr Evans. Could you come with me?" A security guard asked.

"Ehm...-"

"Will it take long?" Ron asked for me, "because then I'll just leave without you." He chuckled.

"It might take some time." The guard informed.

"Just go. I'm not too drunk. I can just get the nightbus." I assured Ron, but it was mostly just go-away-I-want-to-do-this-alone thing,

"'Kay. Owl me tomorrow." He said, and apparated away.

I followed the guard into a quite large room.

"Wait here." He said, and left me alone.

What was I supposed to do as I was waiting? It was a couch here, but... well... I don't want to have the impression of just barging in and treating myself like I'm home... The room had a make-up desk almost flowing over with a mirror surrounded by lights. That was basically it, except for a practice-pole further away from the door and closer to the window.

The door opened, and I turned to see Black.

"Mr Evans..." he mumbled. "I was almost sure it was Potter?" He smirked.

"How did you-" He took of the mask. "Malfoy?"

What the fuck was he doing, stripping on a gay club?! In the muggle world?

"I was about as surprised when I saw you here." He took off the jacket and lied it on the chair in front of the desk before he sat down. "What's new in the Wizard world?"

"You... don't... you don't read the prophet?" I asked.

"Sit down, Potter. You're making me nervous when you just stand there like a stiff pin." He mumbled as he put some liquid on a... round-paper thing... I don't know make-up, bear with me!

I sat down on the couch.

"I kind of left the wizarding world after I got my wand back. I don't get the prophet here, and everyone else has basically just cut me off." He took off the makeup on his face.

It was makeup remover... the liquid. Of course it was.

"But... on a stripping club? And on stage?" I managed to ask.

"Well, I can ask you the same. What are you doing in the audience on a gay stripping club, staring at me like a piece of meat?" He smirked. "Gotten affected by the gay-agenda?"

"You can say it like that." I grumbled. It was like he stopped working for a few second before he turned the whole chair to look at me properly.

"What?!"

"Well... a straight man don't usually go to a gay club, if they don't go there with a friend, of course. But... Ron was the friend, so..."

"Wait a second, Potter." He shushed me. "You're telling me, you're gay?" I nodded slowly, "You're fucking married for bloody sake!"

"I came out to Ginny... she broke of the engagement and cast me out." I mumbled, "The whole wizarding world know, she sold the story to the Daily Prophet."

"And when was this?" He looked at me just as confused.

"Eh... 7 months ago?"

It was quiet for a while.

"Who made you realise you were gay?" He finally asked.

"Well... same guy that made me bi during 4th year, really... It was just now when Ginny talked about... I have the rule of no sex before marriage... and she talked about it... I almost puked at the thought of having it with her... so... so I'm not Bi."

"I asked more concrete than that. Who requires a name." He snapped. He was finished taking off the makeup now.

Much paler without the makeup, but it didn't really suit him to be any darker skinned. Not with the hair.

"Why would I tell you... If that comes out..."

"Harry bloody Potter. I'm disgracing my whole family, even the family history, here. I have a job as a stripper, I live in the muggle world willingly, and am openly gay. You can sell that story. Now, tell me who the fuck made you into cocks!"

"Why do you care?!" I yelled back.

"Because you were the fucking reason I became into blokes! I want to know my competition here! Now that I know it isn't a whole gender."

I just stared in shock. He... he's kidding... right?

"Now, there you have your whole story worth millions. Now, tell me who the fuck-"

I walked up to him, crabbed his collar, yanked him up from his seat and kissed him. "You, you bloody moron." And I kissed him again.