A/N: In this world, purebloods reign supreme while mudbloods are hunted down. Draco is a part of the organization who seek them out. When he finds Hermione, it might make him question himself and his choices.

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"But Malfoy, the way you cornered that mudblood! She didn't even see it coming! Almost feel bad for her husband though. He had to watch it all. He should know better than to associate with them though. Off to Azkaban with the lot of them."

Lawrence Summers laughed drunkenly into Draco's face as they sat around the bar at the Wizard's Trap. Located down Knockturn Alley, this was a popular place for seedy wizards to have their fun and eye some pretty girls before going home to their boring wives. Draco and his 4-man squad, comprising of Summers, Matthew Piers and Colin Montague, had come here tonight after another raid on a muggle home outside of London.

Draco worked for the Raiders, whose job it was to remove or imprison mudbloods. They had intel on a half-blood who had married a muggleborn. Under the new regime, this was not allowed. Voldemort had been defeated but that did not mean all the prejudices were suddenly pushed aside. Mudbloods were still considered the scum of the earth, with half-bloods only gaining a little recognition. Sure there were factions who still tried to give the mudbloods rights, but they were few in number and their success was slow. Purebloods would always prevail. Always.

Draco was staring into his glass Summers recounted the mission again for the fourth time. He was there. He knew what happened. Sometimes, he didn't like his line of work. Mudbloods were scum but their screams as he tortured them invaded his dreams. His nightmares kept him up at night. Dark circles under his eyes. The others just saw his symptoms as commitment to the cause, him working all day to right the wrong of muggleborn witches and wizards who had the audacity to keep living. Knocking back the shot of DragonScotch (stronger than Firewhiskey), he tried to focus on what Summers was saying, but he was a real bore. While the others howled with laughter, Draco scanned the room.

The club was dimly lit giving it a purple tinge but bright lights flashed against the walls of all colours. Sensual music oozed seemingly out of thin air as scantily-clad girls gyrated on poles and the laps of the clients they served. They were all very attractive and Draco started to feel a bit hungry as the alcohol settled in his stomach.

Summers clapped him on the back bringing his face back into view. "Malfoy, enjoy these nights of freedom. Soon you'll have give them and tend to the household". Piers and Montague laughed at Draco's expense. Draco had been engaged for a month now to Astoria Greengrass, sister of Daphne Greengrass from his year at Hogwarts. She was beautiful, with tan skin and long blond hair, and of a noble pureblood family. It was how it was to be - purebloods marrying purebloods. Draco was about to say his come-back to Summers when a loud voice rose above the noise:

"Gentlemen, it's time for the main event. Please welcome the Temptresses!"

Draco and his pals moved closer to the main stage as all the lights turned off and a spot light was trained to the curtain behind. Then the music began to pulse, lights changing in time with the beat as 5 girls came out from the behind the curtain. They wore g-string panties with skimpy tops barely covering their nipples each in different colours: electric blue, hot pink, bright orange, neon green and golden yellow. Their skin was smooth and tanned while their hair matched their outfits. They moved as one with the music, grinding on each other and bending down close the men trying to reach out to them. Draco was fully entranced by them, pulled in by the lights, the music and the smell of lavender and vanilla that spilled out in clouds from behind the stage. Every now and then, one of the girls would jump off the stage into someone's lap giving what looked like the greatest lap dance of their life. The guy would then put a galleon or two into a pouch each of the girls wore hanging off their hip.

Eventually, the first song died out and the girls lined themselves up once more in front of the curtain. The disembodied voice came again. "I hope you guys liked the preview." The guys hollered out, Draco and his squad joining the crowd. "Give it up for Siren, Pixie, Phoenix, Medusa aaaaaaaaannnnnnnd Sphinx!" As each name was called, a spotlight shone on the corresponding girl who did a sexy dance, and illiciting more shouts from the crowd.

The lights dimmed again and the voice continued, "But now let me introduce our angel, Mystique"

More smoke came out to fill the room with a new smell of jasmine. The new girl rose out of the floor of the stage wearing a white g-string bikini and wings of long slender white feathers. Her body curved nicely around her bust and hips and her skin was the colour of sand, which glittered slightly from the small amount of light at the edges of the stage. She was average height but made taller by the white spike heels she wore. Her hair seemed transparent, reaching down to rest at the top of her breasts. Draco took it all in, staring at her like a tall drink of water on a hot day.

Then the music started again and the girl started to move. The colours flashed and her hair mimicked the colours. A pole came out of the ground connecting it to the ceiling and the girl pulled herself up by her hands and spun around on the pole. Doing splits mid-air and against the pole, she arched her back slowly and stared out at the crowd upside down. The crowd got louder and she pushed of the pole and did another split in the shape of a capital T. She wrapped her legs around the pole and reached out over the crowd to lightly grab at the extended hands.

Draco could not tear his eyes away from the girl. Even when Siren came down in front of him and was in Summers' lap to his left. The rest of the squad cheered on Summers while leering lustfully at the girl hoping to get their turn after. But Draco was only focused on Mystique.

As the music reached its climax, Mystique went all the way to the top of the pole and turned upside down, wrapping her legs securely around it. Then the music stopped and she slid down the pole to the floor. Draco jumped out of his seat hoping she didn't hit the ground. But right when she would, she stopped falling and the music sounded once more before fading away.

After the pole dance, she switched off with Pixie and started to walk to the edge of stage and right towards Draco. He had to grab her attention. As she came close, other guys around him tried to take her as well, but she was his. He pushed them back, holding his hand the furthest. She saw him and came right in front him.

"Hi.." Draco gasped out. She was beautiful. Light brown eyes rimmed with long white lashes, high cheek bones and tight pink lips covered in white gloss. Her hair still changed in time with the music and the lights on the walls, casting her face in different shades of colour.

"Hey", she purred. "I'm the angel who's come to make your dreams come true.."

Draco could hardly speak as she seemed to float off the stage and stand right in front of him. He could feel his body stiffened as she stood over him, her back to his face. She smelled strongly of jasmine and her skin seemed to glitter even more. He was in a different world where only the two of them existed. Mystique moved in mesmerizing circles, the feathers lightly dusting him. Sometimes she would make contact, other times hovering an inch above him teasingly. His private dancer. She was doing things to him, wonderful things, and he liked it.

She turned around and stared him straight in the face, their eyes meeting. They were only an inch apart and held each others gaze. Her eyes were perfect. Warm, inviting and slightly familiar. His mind was slightly muddled by the DragonScotch and he could only really focus on his body's reaction to hers.

However, she continued to hold his gaze, then after taking a good long look at him, her eyes suddenly widened with realization and she whispered, "Malfoy?"