Draco Malfoy was the biggest kingpin in England. He, with his business partner Harry Potter, ruled the dark artifact exchange with an iron fist.
I was a lower level security guard who manned the VIP entrances into clubs. My name was Neville Longbottom. I was working at The Three Broomsticks, a stripper club owned by Potter, when another guard met me at the door. He was very handsome, taller than me, and had very sexy dark skin.
“I’m your second tonight, the name is Blaise, Blaise Zabini,” he smiled as he held out his hand to shake mine. I shook his hand and I noted the fact he had a very firm handshake.
“I’m Neville, it’s nice to meet you,” I smirked.
The night went on and since it was a Tuesday, we were rather slow. Late into the evening a woman with boisterous curls walked to the door in a red dress that barely covered her assets, fishnet tights, and black red bottoms.
“Hermione Granger,” she smirked, “I’m here to see Draco.”
Blaise and I shared a look. I knew the bosses had an entanglement with each other and was skeptical of the woman in front of me. I checked our list and I didn’t see her name on it.
“I can’t let you in, try the front,” I told her plainly.
“Oh, was I not on the list?” She asked kindly. I was skeptical of her demeanor, she didn’t seem like she belonged with this crowd.
“No,” Blaise said firmly. She smiled and asked for a moment before pulling out her phone from her chest and making a phone call. She talked for several minutes. She turned back and smiled at us. An arm wrapped around me and Mr. Malfoy was smiling at us. He had liquor on his breath and laughed.
“Miss Granger here won’t be on the list boys. She’ll be coming here every night after 12. You’ll be the only two dealing with this entrance, you let her in whenever she comes by. Only keep her out when Potter is gone. Got it?” He slurred.
“Understood, sir. Our apologies, Miss Granger,” Blaise smiled and stepped aside to let her in.
“You’re alright, you didn’t know who I was. You’re just doing your job,” she said sweetly.
“Come on in, beautiful,” Mr. Malfoy but his lip appraisingly. She walked in and when she’d gone in far enough, he whispered in our ear, “Potter doesn’t find out a thing about her. If he does, it’s you two’s head.”
“Understood,” I confirmed confidently.
He chased after Miss Granger and I stood in silence with Blaise until we were off.
“You’re pretty fit, Neville,” he told me on the way to our cars.
“You aren’t bad yourself,” I smirked at him. He invited me back to his place and we slept together that night. Normally I don’t mess around with coworkers, but I figured he’d be fine. I liked his smile and we never talked at the door.
***
The next few weeks were consistent with the very attractive Blaise Zabini. He was properly in shape, and I’d started spending nearly every night with him.
It was when I let myself spend a morning there I realized he and I had a lot in common. We were both raised by strong women, we both came from families with high expectations, and we both were in this business due to familial debt. It was a blessing to have such a low level job. We only got noticed whenever Miss Granger would arrive. Most nights Mr. Malfoy met her at the door, and every night she came after Mr. Potter had left.
It was easy.
***
Three months into our arrangement, Mr. Malfoy received a delivery that was delivered by some higher ranked members, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle. He had them be security, and offered to pay for Blaise and I to join him in the VIP section. We did and he was extremely intoxicated.
“You boys have been very successful keeping Potter out of my business!” He exclaimed, “He thinks just because I’ll fuck him, I’m in love. It’s utter rubbish. He’s limiting my potential, you know.”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I just laughed.
“You two are shagging aren’t you?” Mr. Malfoy laughed, “I can tell by the way you look at eachother, would you ever want to share?”
This felt like a horrible idea. I didn’t to deal with the repercussions of Potter finding out I’d let Mr. Malfoy touch me, or slept with someone I was very interested in. Potter was notoriously possessive of Mr. Malfoy.
“Yeah, we are. What did you have in mind?” Blaise answered, he had the right mindset. If we wanted to keep our jobs and stay alive, the better bet was sleep with Mr. Malfoy rather than offend him by saying no.
“You two and myself while Miss Granger watches,” he smiled. Miss Granger was a brave person. We didn’t exactly have a choice. We agreed.
***
Mr. Malfoy was adventurous, but it was a fine enough shag. When we’d finished, he and Miss Granger left us for their own time.
Blaise and I shared a look, realizing either way we were dead when all of this came into the light.
We delved into each other's company, he was the only person who could relate to the situation we were in. Every Tuesday night, we were with Mr. Malfoy. The interaction was fine enough, but the anxiety of Mr. Potter uncovering us was beyond painful after three months.
***
It all came to a head, when Potter and his body broke into the room in the middle of our interaction with Mr. Malfoy. Potter grabbed Mr. Malfoy, and restrained him, while killing us in cold blood. All three of Mr. Malfoys lovers were dead in an instant and Potter kept Mr. Malfoy on a tight leash until he broke away to start his own trade. They had a bitter rivalry to the end.