Hey! I'm just writing this story b/c...I'm on pause for the Dark Prince at the moment, and I had to get it out of my head for it won't get out! Lol!

Summary: It's the summer before sixth year, once again Harry had to go back to the Dursleys. Just as he believes things couldn't get any worse..it always does. Now he has to keep his dark secrets as secrets, the magical inheritance he has been waiting for, a lying cheating 'family' and...pregnancy? There will be bashing..badly...just to point out Harry will be FILTHY RICH and very

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did Ginny would not be alive and Harry would be gay! I do not and will not get any money for this blah blah blah..you know the drill.

Warnings: M/M, rape, stripping, blood and gore, Mpreg...also jail breaking and lots of manipulating

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Parseltongue"

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Chapter 1: My Pathetic Life

Another summer with the Dursleys. Another summer of the abuse and the horrible things he had to do to live in this house. Oh how Harry wish his inheritance would come so he could use his magic on them. It was the evening of the 30 th of July, only a couple more hours left til his birthday, not that he had anyone to celebrate it with.

Sitting on his bed, Harry James Potter contemplated on everything that had happened the past year. His Godfather and older brother figure had died. His 'friends' had once again proven themselves pathetic and weak. All of them except for a select few like the Luna, Neville and the twins. And Dumbledore had reenforced his dislike for the Light Wizards.

Sighing, Harry looked over at the clock. He noticed that it was almost time for him to get to what his uncle described as him paying of his debt to the Dursleys. Stripping. That is what his job was. Everyday of the summer since he was eleven, he was forced to work at an almost illegal strip club. The owner only employed him because his uncle had a debt with the owner and because after his first day many customers demanded for him the next day and payed more money than they had before. Apparently he had a pretty face and a fuckablebody which only increased as he got older so he got more customers.

Before he only had to be at work at eight, but because of his increasing beauty and the word about a sexy kitten got around through the undergrounds, he got more and more popular so now he had to get there even earlier to satisfy them all. Of course he didn't get to keep the money he earned. Then again Vernon didn't know that he only got forty percent of the money that Harry earned and the rest he would hide away in a pouch, that he got from Gringotts in his first year when Hagrid was not looking, that would make all the pounds he put into there turn into Wizarding money and go directly into his savings. So far, according to the goblins, he had made so much money that they had to enlarge the vault to allow it to hold all of that money.

Harry got up off the bed and went to change his clothes. Opening his barely used closet, he opened one of the boards on the floor. He pulled out a shoebox. Upon opening the box, he pulled pair leather pants, a leather thong, a tight black sleeveless t-shirt, black two inch heeled boots and a long black jacket. Stripping from his current five-sizes-to-big-for-him shirt and pants, he put on the thong, pants and shirt. The shirt stopped at his mid-drift showing of his smooth and chiseled stomach that came from his Quidditch practices also his belly-button piercing that he had gotten two years before. The pants were riding very very low on his hips, everyone could see the V that his pelvis bone made, the pants rested about an inch or two above his pubic hair.

'Ugh...I can't believe I'm still doing this! Stupid muggles! Stupid Dumbles putting me with muggles that aren't even related to me! urrgh! When I get my inheritance tomorrow they are dead!' Sighing Harry went back to the shoebox, Harry took out a black dog tag choker and strapped it on to his neck. Then he went for the jacket and wear it on. After securing the jacket onto his body, Harry went to the small mirror that rested just above his small dresser. Seeing that he looked presentable..well..as presentable a stripper could look(no offense to anyone!), well all nice except for his hair which like always wouldn't stay down and just had to defy gravity. Checking inside his left jacket pocket to make sure that the pouch was still in there, he nodded his head and waited for Vernon to call him down.\par

"Boy! Get down here! We're are leaving!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon."

Descending down the stairs, Harry looked around and noticed that Petunia and Dudley were not home. 'Hmm..maybe they went out or something.' Without looking around anymore, Harry walked straight out the door and was met with his whale of an uncle standing outside the door.

"Finally! Get in the car boy!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon" said Harry while thinking 'I'd like to shove that car up your arse you fat bastard! You are the first one to go!' Getting into the car, he put on his seat belt and waited for Vernon to get in the car. Once he was in, Vernon started the car and drove off.

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When the car arrived at the club the sun was already slowly setting. Stepping out of the car, Harry quickly hurried in to start his shift. The inside of the club was just like any other strip club. Flashing lights, a lot of poles with almost naked girls and boys dancing on them. A lot of old perverted old men getting lap dances.

"Kitten! Over here!" yelled a fat old man. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a loose black tie. He had two stripper girls in their panties and bras around his arms. Walking up to Harry, he told him to get ready and went to talk to Vernon.

Seeing that his boss had left, Harry went over to the back to his locker. He opened his locker and looked at the mirror on the inside of his locker door. Once again making sure he look nice, he messed up his shoulder length hair even more to make that 'just shagged' look, put on some black eyeliner and a little bit of light pink lip gloss.

Reaching inside the locker he took out a mask. It was one of those masquerade masks. It was one of a kitten(hence the nickname). Closing his locker, Harry walked to the door that led into the club from the back employees room. Once reaching the door he took a deep breath in and out and calmed himself for work. Opening the door he walked out and was bombarded with request from many men to dance for them. Of course right then his boss came and made all of them back up.

"Ok. You all know the drill, he will not do any private sessions, of course he mightif he were paid more."

"I'll pay 20,000 pounds!" yelled one man, while another increased his payment to 25,000 pounds. Seeing that this wasn't getting anywhere, Harry walked away to his pole. Stepping up onto the stage, Harry grabbed onto the pole and spun around to face his crowd. Harry closed his eyes, breathed and waited for his 'clients' to notice that he was no longer standing by them anymore. Understandably it didn't take them that long to figure out that their stripper was no longer beside them.

Swiftly, they turned around to find him already dancing on his pole. With just a few swaying of his hips, most of the men were already drooling at him, while they walked closer to the stage. Slowly the music began to increase and Harry started to take off his jacket. The screams started to get louder and money was flying onto the stage. Going back to the pole, Harry turned back to the crowd, put his arms above his head, grabbed onto the pole and wined down.

Quickly he spun tot he back of the pole and climbed to the top. He wrapped his legs around the pole, let go of his hands so that he would fall backwards and slowly eased out of his mid-riff and through it towards the ground. After pulling himself up, in a painstakingly slow pace, Harry slid down. He smirked as the yells to go toward the men got louder. This meant that more money would come his way. Getting on his hands and knees, he slowly and in a sexy way crawled toward the men.

When he got toward the old men, he slid his hands forward and laid on his stomach. Then the some men started to pull up the waist band on his pants and slid some money into it. Harry smiled in a sexual way, which of course got many of the client's cocks up. He turns around so that he was now resting on his side facing the men. And the men being old, perverted and needy immediately pulled at the front of his pants and started put money inside his pants.

Harry once again turned to the side and crawled back to the pole were he grabbed onto the pole and slowly pulled himself up. He antagonized the men for the next thirty minutes by doing what he just did 'til he finally decided to unbutton his pants. At a painstaking pace, which just happened to cause the men watching him to drool really badly, he unzipped his leather pants.

Before he slid his pants off, he slipped out of his boots. As he slid out of his pants he looked around the club to see if he could find the manager. After all if he was going to tell him that this would be his last day working he might as well do it very soon, before Vernon came to hear him say it.

After getting his pants off, Harry was left only in the leather thong. He started to dance around the pole. Swinging his hips from side to side, Harry cat-walked up to the tip of his stage, got off and walked straight up to David Thompson, the richest man there. Not only was he filthy rich, his wife and children had died a few years back so now he was all alone in the world. He's a perfect person to destroy. This time destroy meaning taking away his entire fortune. As he got closer to his victim the smirk on Harry's face began to increase as well as the mischievous look in his eyes.

Though to the public he seemed like a lonely old man that lost his family, but Harry knew better. Daniel Thompson was a large underground crime boss. He owned many illegal clubs and gun shops. Though his underground image was intimidating to everyone else, Harry knew that he would be very easy to manipulate into doing what he wanted.

As he reached his destination Harry sat in his lap and turned his face to face Thompson. Crossing his legs, he grabbed the grown mans chin and turned it to the side and whispered in his ear, "Meet me after an hour in room number 12, Ok?"

He was responded with a slow nodding of his head and an "uh-ha", a smirking Harry wiggled his hips and slowly got up. Swaying his hip, knowing his bare ass was being watched, he walked back to the stage. His swaying and teasing went on for the next hour. Though he never took his thong off, he did give many lap-dances or other unmentionable things. He redressed and took a fifteen minute break to get something to eat and drink, then he went to meet Thompson.

Once he reached room number 12, he slowly opened the door to find the fat man on the bed. Smirking to himself, Harry slowly made his way over to his prey. He laid down next to Thompson, and started to whisper in his ear.

"I'll let you be the first one to sleep with me IF you give me everything that you own and all your money."

Being drunk and clouded with lust, it was easy for Harry to get him to agree with him. With a nod of his head, Thompson agreed to sign the paper necessary to transfer everything over to Harry. Harry reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper. It said that Daniel Thompson willingly gave everything of his over to Harry when he dies; obviously Harry had planned for this to happen. He gave the paper over to Thompson who signed it very quickly; thinking that he would get to be the first person to take to infamous Kitten.

As soon as he finished signing his name Harry took the Document and read over it to make sure that Thompson had signed it correctly, when seeing that he did so Harry rolled up the paper again and told the man to close his eyes. Slowly and quietly getting off the the bed he said, "Don't worry I'll be right back, just close your eyes and stay on the bed."

"I wouldn't dare go anywhere else."

"Good. Now take off your clothes," said Harry although he was thinking 'Ah, you have got to love the muggle love of sex. Well Mister Thompson I will be outside talking to my boss while you lay here and imagine me being fucked by you. Fortunately for me it'll all be fake, while you think it's real.'

And with that thought in mind Harry walked out of the room, after he put an illusion charm on the man. Thankfully muggles wouldn't know the difference. He closed the door and went to find his boss. Back inside the room, moans of pleasure rang out of the room, though it was only one persons voice.

Harry walked around, trying to find his boss, and then he saw a bald shining head. Recognizing who it was; Harry swiftly walked over to him. When he reached the man, he took hold of his hand and dragged him to a private back room. Opening the door to the room, Harry pulled his boss inside and closed the door behind him.

"Boss, I need to talk to you about something."

"Alright, what is it?"

"Tonight is my last night working."

"WHAT! No it's not! Vernon still owes me money!"

"Todd, tonight is my last night and tomorrow night is my sixteenth birthday. Please don't tell Vernon that I quit! He'll kill me. And when people start to ask for me then the police comes and they come to you and they would know that you hired me and I doubt that they'll let you go."

"You have a point. But where will I get the rest of the money from?"

"That's Easy. Vernon has a secret stash. It's in his room in the house. Tomorrow I'll be gone; I will leave at four in the evening and then you can go in there and get the money. Just go in there with some big guys and guns and he will relent very quickly and if he doesn't then just threaten his horse faced wife and whale of a son. After that just leave the rest to me. Do we have a deal?"

"Alright, this better not be a trick."

"Of course not. Oh yes and when Vernon comes to pick me up, don't tell him anything," he suddenly pulled his boss down and dived his fingers into his hair, "please for me?"

"F-fine you h-have a deal," he shuttered.

Smiling a sweet and innocent smile, Harry let go, turned around and swayed his hips back to room 12. Without a doubt, he knew that his hips were being watched by most of the people who saw him. When he opened the door to the room he noticed that the illusion was still on. Though it had only been about fifteen minutes, the illusion made it seem as if it had been two hours. 'What a loser. Honestly ME sleeping with someone like him? Please. I'd rather sleep with a Weasel instead.'

With a smirk Harry walked over to the bed and got onto it, he then snapped his fingers and the illusion died out. The other man on the bed, was left panting, and the bed sheets soiled with his cum. Harry lifted his left and put it to Thompson's chin and brought his face closer towards him. In a very sexual voice he said, "Mr. Thompson, would you please call in your lawyers and show them this and get it legalized as soon as possible? Please? For me?"

"M-most d-definitely!" he shuttered out.

With a nod of his head and a smile, Harry got off the bed, put the document into Thompson's case, which he brought into the room, and walked out the door. Outside the door, he looked up at a clock and saw that it was now almost nine. Realizing that the time had passed very quickly and in an hour Vernon would be coming to pick him up, Harry walked up to the stage which had a microphone on it as well as a guitar and bass and a set of drums. People saw him walk up to the stage and went to check what was going on. The people who go there regularly knew what was going on. Kitten was going to sing. Oh what a night this will be.

Harry cleared his throat into the mic to get their attention not that he needed to do that, "Good evening everyone. Well as you can see I felt like singing, since it will be my birthday in about three hours, so lets get this party started!"

"WHOO! YEAH! SING!"was heard through out the club.

"Now the question is which song?"

"Redlight District!"

"Alright if that's what you want! George! Lewis! Daniel! Get your asses up here! Now I want all of you to SCREAM!" Harry yelled as four handsome young men walked on to the stage.

One had unruly black hair and was pale with brown eyes. Another had brown hair, tan skin and blue eyes, the third man had blonde hair, slightly tan and had green eyes. They all wore almost the same thing, a tight black V-neck with black slacks and boots that went to the middle of their thighs. The club started to get very very loud with the yelling. The four men went to their instruments and Harry introduced them.

"For all those who don't know who these smexy men behind me are, I'll start with introducing them! The black haired one with the brown eyes is George our guitarist. Behind him with the brown hair and blue eyes is Lewis he is our drummer and Blondie to the left of me is Daniel. Now that that is finished lets go boys!"

As it got quiet, the guitar and the bass started to play, Harry took a breath and started to sing,

Nine inch heels come marching in

To please a black tied dirty old man,

Staring, sweating, barely caring, slurring, "Break me in"

Give it up, give it up, give it up,

She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,

Give it up, give it up, give it up,

I know you want to,

Give it up, give it up, give it up,

She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,

Give it up, give it up, give it up,

She's waiting for you

Girls and boys in the Redlight District,

You can watch her spin round a pole just like a beauty queen,

Boys and girls in the Redlight District,

Take you to my private room,

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

She makes her way in to your pocket,

With fake eyelashes that she flashes,

Crawling to you on her bruised knees,

Kind of makes me think that she'll give it up,

Give it up, give it up,

She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,

Give it up, give it up, give it up,

I know you want to, Give it up, give it up, give it up,

She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,

Give it up, give it up, give it up,

She's waiting for you,

Girls and boys in the Redlight District,

You can watch her spin round a pole just like a beauty queen,

Boys and girls in the Redlight Distric,

Take it to my private room,

I'll make you dirty boys—

Girls and boys in the Redlight District,

You can watch her spin round a pole just like a beauty queen,

Boys and girls in the Redlight District,

Take it to my private room,

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush,

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

Harry pulled the mic out of it's holder and slid down to the floor. With half lidded eyes he put the mic to his mouth and in a whisper he continued.

Hello, hello dear sir,

I've got something for you,

Look in my hand, I've got a couple of pills. Pop 'em.

I'll make you feel hot and your wife feel horrible

I'll make you wanna, make you wanna,

I'll make you feel hot and I'll make you feel right,

So I'll spread my legs and just let go.

Quickly he jumped to his feet and started to sing louder and shook his head from side to side and started to jump up and down.

Girls and boys in the red light district,

You can watch her spin 'round a pole just like a beauty queen,

Boys and girls in the red light district,

Take it to my private room,

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

Blush blush blush blush

I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush.

He finished the song and bowed at the Audience's as a thank you. The screams in the club were deafening, all the occupants wanting an encore.

"You guys want one more?"

"YEAH!"

"If you say so! Ok guys, My Leftovers."

The guitar started to play,

Your havin a midlife crisis tying to get where I've been

Well if you want 'em that bad Ms.V

You can have 'em

So when you see me comin

You better back down

Cause I've been waitin to smack you around

Harry took a breath and started to sing fast.

Oh I don't hold my breath

And I don't hold my tounge

And I know that you know that I don't back down

To no one

To no one(x2)

Finishing that verse he started to slow down, but was still loud.

Oh you should've stayed home

You should've known better

That I melt in your mouth like liquid sugar.

You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face

But tell me how do my leftovers taste

With all your plastic surgery you still think that your 20

Well honey you'll never look half good as me

It would take a lot more money

You can't keep your legs closed

They're cheap and disturbing

And you wonder why your still single half past 30

Once again he started to speed up.

Oh I don't hold my breath

And I don't hold my tongue

And I know that you know that I don't back down

To no one

To no one(x2)

Oh you should've stayed home

You should've known better

That I melt in your mouth like liquid sugar

You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face

But tell me how do my leftovers taste

How do my leftovers taste

Tell me how do my leftovers taste

How do my leftovers taste

Tell me did you lick my plate

Ooooooh

How do my leftovers taste

Oh I don't hold my breath

And I don't hold my tongue

And I know that you know that I don't back down

To no one

To no one(x2)

(no one)

Oh you should've stayed home

You should've known better

That I melt in your mouth like liquid sugar

You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face

But tell me how do my leftovers taste

How do my leftovers taste

Oh you should've stayed home

You should've known better

That I melt in your mouth like liquid sugar

Tell me how do my leftovers taste

Tell me how do my leftovers taste

Tell me how do my leftovers taste

The club was booming with music and screams. Having only about forty-five minutes left 'til Vernon came, Harry decided to make the most of his last day at work. Don't get him wrong, he liked working at the strip club and all but didn't like that Vernon made him and then took some of his money. He went to his boss and got all the money that was collected from his stage. Then he put most of it into his pouch and the part that was for Vernon went to the other pocket.

With the money secure, Harry decided to go to the club part of the building. With forty minutes left Harry went to the club side right on time to dance to the fast beat music. When he reached the dance floor, he immediately became sandwiched between David and George. As the music started to speed up, the body grinding increased. Harry's and George's groins rubbed against each other, while David and Harry met in a lip lock. The dirty dancing continued for another thirty minutes until Harry realized that he only had about ten to fifteen minutes left 'til Vernon came. He said a quick good-bye to each and gave them each a kiss.

He went back to the locker room and put his mask back into it. Locking the locker, Harry went out to the back where his uncle would pick him up. Alley was like every other alley out there. Dark and foggy. Of course being the target of many murder attempts, Harry wasn't scared of the alley...well except for the fat lard that he would see in the front of the alley. 'I can't wait til I get back to the house! Ugh! I hate this! Damn inheritance making me weak as a squib! Can't even fight back if Tom decided to attack!' Seeing the car roll up front he quickly walked towards it while covering his face since he didn't want anyone to think that he was some prostitute getting it to the car for a fuck. Getting in the car, Harry sighed and handed Vernon's portion of the money over to him.

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It was 11:45 when they finally reached the house, because Vernon just had to go and put the money in the bank, he was a bit paranoid that Harry would take it. When the car stopped Harry went in without a second thought and went straight up to his room. As he closed his door, he started to take of his clothes. In his hurry he didn't notice that he was not alone in the room.

"Well..well Mr. Potter, I never would have guessed that Gryffindor's Golden Boy was ever into anything like this."

With a gasp Harry turned around with only his leather pants on.

"Malfoy! How did you get out of Azkaban? What are you doing here?"

"It's simple. Money, Potter. Oh the wonders it can do. And for your second question, well let's just say I'm here to repay you for sending me to Azkaban and as a birthday present. Get ready."

"Ready? Ready for wha.."

He was interrupted by being pushed on to his bed. Lucius was on top of him instantly, straddling his hips. Grabbing Harry's wrists, Lucius brought them above Harry's head and magically tied them. When he grinded their groins together, Harry gasped, feeling that Lucius was already hard.

LEMON WAS HERE

Slowly, Lucius got up of the bed and cast a cleaning charm. He looked at the sleeping boy in the bed and smirked. It seemed that he was the first to take the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Smirking to himself, Lucius put on his clothes and placed a notice me not on himself and went down the stairs and out of the house.

Getting onto the street he looked back to the house and said, "Good night Mr. Potter. It's a pleasure for me to have you warm my night" and left with a pop.

TBC...

Ok so…ya…because of the redbutton issue going around I took of the lemon to this chap…sorry! But I really don't want to get kicked off!