A Song Unsung

Sorry about the month long delay – my muse went on vacation and I had to hunt her down. If you want to see what is going on in RL and some of the other reasons for the delay, check out my livejournal. You can find the link in my bio. Special thanks to Keshu for giving me ideas and inspiration and being the worlds best beta and given me unquestioning and unfailing support through everything I’ve gone through these past few weeks. There hasn\'t been anyone who has understood better than her, and I am honoured and thrilled that I have someone like her in my life. I love you hun. Thank you so, so, SO much. Special thanks to Faerie of Mischief and Nikita Emerald who also let me bounce ideas off them and were a support net for me with humour and understanding. I could not have done this without you. Also thank you to Roguemessenger who gave me special support and bolstered my self esteem in a way that is second to none. I envy her girlfriend Jude for having such an incredible person by her side.

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As I have said many, many, MANY times - this is NOT a pro-Dumbledore, pro-Trio, pro-Gryffindor fic. This fic features Dark!Harry, Bastard!Draco and Coffeeholic!Snape. I have BDSM and violence in this fic and you have been warned. Do not send me flames because they piss me off and make me mad and you just don’t want that. I AM JK Rowling but due to homophobic psychos I have to resort to this medium, spreading smut and slash throughout the world. Feel the slash! Flames will be used to the light the torches I will use to burn your homes to the ground. This is the *unedited* version of this fic. You are fully warned and cognizant of what you are about to read, therefore DO NOT claim that you had no idea what kind of fic this was.

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Our thoughts are hot and crazed,
Our brains are webbed in haze;
of mindless senseless daze,
The Black Widow

- Alice Cooper - The Black Widow


Harry knelt outside by the lake as he let mindmind drift. ‘Why do you have all these scars here?’ Draco had asked, sounding surprised and almost concerned. If Harry pretended that this was another time and place then he could imagine that there was someone out there who cared just for him, not for what he represented thanks to Dumbledore and his meddling. He had never said the words aloud, though he was certain Dumbledore knew after he told him he knew Dumbledore saw him as a pawn on a chessboard and expendablthe the same way Voldemort saw his Death Eaters.

‘Why do you have all these scars here?’ It echoed again in his head. He didn’t know what prompted that phrase to return to his mind, nor did he care. Why was it haunting his mind? He had to figure out a way to get into the Slytherin Dorms to collect his things and then scarper away from Hogwarts and the demons it held within its stone walls.

He sat in pensive contemplation by the lake, hidden from view by one of the ancient trees that were silent witnesses to his vigil. He didn’t dare return to the Slytherin dungeon for if he went into the serpent’s den, he would never emerge, of that he was certain. Draco could never know how much he had affected him or in what way. ‘It’s a little bit funny,’ Harry mused mirthlessly. ‘It took my most hated enemy to make me feel anything at all.’ A little bit funny, damned irritating and absolutely frightening. Harry refused to lower his shields and let anyone in – now with the spell he had cast, he would never feel anything again and he rejoiced. Once, only once had he briefly let in Ron and Hermione, had stopped his mindless charade around them and slowly let them see the inner depths of himself.

It had scared them to death.

Since that day, Harry played a role, put on an act – Ron and Hermione were relieved and the rest of the school never bothered to see the falseness of everything that was Harry Potter.

Except Draco. The one person he was sworn to hate.

Draco was amazingly accurate when he had accused Harry of running away. Harry had to get out before anything happened – and it would. It already was, the cycle far too strong to be broken.

He knew who would accept him, he knew that there were those few who existed, cloaked in enigmatic mysteries and shrouded in darkness that were aching for him to join their ranks.

And he would.

He had nothing left at Hogwarts now. He let his lips curve in a slow smile, wondering who would deal with his Anaspoors once he was gone, for they were loyal to him and only to him. Yet more proof of his being a Dark Wizard – he had minions that served him. ‘Well if they want to accuse me of being a Dark Wizard, then I shouldn’t disappoint the mindless masses now. Should I?’ he chuckled aloud.

‘Potter, what the HELL are you talking about and where are you?’ Draco’s voice echoed in his head, trying to disguise its relief at finally getting through his barriers to send a message.

‘It doesn’t matter any more Malfoy.’ Harry smirked despite Draco not being there to see it.

‘We are waiting for you at the dorms. I am displeased.’

‘Go hang yourself. You’ll spend a lifetime being displeased.’ Harry retorted. ‘I will come. Not because you command me but because I have things I must get before I leave.’

‘I will not let you leave Hogwarts.’ Or me – it went unsaid but both felt it linger in the air between them.

In a moment of compassion, his most dangerous of weaknesses, Harry sighed. ‘You have no choice Malfoy. I told you many, many times that you cannot control me. I do not belong to you, I do not believe I am your ‘partner’ and I do not want to be linked to you in any way.’

‘And I do?’

‘Find someone else.’

‘Believe me Potter, if I had a choice in this I certainly would!’ Draco’s irritation broke through. ‘We have been over this several times. It is not me that is searching for you, it is the mental link that seeks completion. The Attraction between us doesn’t matter if we like each other or not – it simply is. I think that the more you hate someone the more certain you are to have that person as your mate.’

Harry was silent as he thought of this new information. ‘It matters little Malfoy. I am leaving with the rising of the sun. I come to the dorms because I choose to. Have someone let me in.’

‘You know I won’t permit you to leave. You are my property.’

‘A sword cuts two ways Malfoy. If, for some reason I am yours, then you are mine.’

Silence fell then. Stalemate.

‘You have never been this deep or thoughtful before Potter, what caused this?’

‘No one has ever bothered to look. I am a fabulous actor, am I not?’

‘What is the real you?’ Draco sounded interested and hated himself for it.

Harry laughed mirthlessly, it echoed through Draco’s head. ‘You’ll never know.’


Draco opened his eyes with a start and let out a yell, as the acne riddled; pug-like face of Pansy was an inch away from his. “Good you’re not dead.” She commented as she straightened.

Draco, one hand on his chest snarled at her. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Oh lighten up.” She waved her hand. “Do you think Potter will actually come here tonight?”

“I guarantee it.”

“You will leave him with me right?” she arched an eyebrow at him, not trusting him for a second.

“You shall have your time with Potter this evening.” Draco agreed. “As shall Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini – as promised and planned.” He paused. “I wonder if there will be anything left of him come dawn.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Pansy retorted acidly. “That is not the point of leaving him with us, is it? We are not doing this to be kind.”

“I never would have guessed.” Draco replied dryly. “However, enlighten me. Why are you intent on doing this to him? If he breaks, you might just break with him.”

“You know why we are doing this to him.” Pansy retorted. “More importantly, you know why I am doing this to him. We have unfinished business, Harry Potter and myself.”

Draco let out an irritated sigh and shook his head. They’d learn, all of them just what Potter could do and would do if he was pushed. Draco had not gone full out on him, had not punished and hurt him, as he wanted to, yearned to. Harry’s blood called to him, demanding to be spilled and Draco wanted to be the one to spill it in a pretty red carpet on the floor. However, with Potter being under that irreversispelspell, he was a danger. He was unpredictable and he would and could hurt lethally and not care in the slightest.

What had brought him to the point of casting a Spell of Unfeeling upon himself?

What did it feel like? Draanteanted to know everything about Potter.

What existed between him and Potter was so much more than hatred.



Snape watched as the shadow moved into the castle and breathed a sigh of relief. “He has come back inside.” He murmured as he turned from the frost-rimmed window and headed down the hall. “To what however, I do not know.”

Severus knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that tonight Harry would go to the Dorms, and tonight would make or break him. His link to darkness made him aware of those who were waiting for Harry and it surprised him. They were reclusive, they were nasty, they were frequently thought of as evil – and they wanted Potter. If word ever got out – there would be no hope for Potter to ever salvage his already tarnished reputation.

Tonight would not be between him and Draco, he felt certain. Tonight would be Harrysus sus the rest of Slytherin House – particularly those who had something they wanted to prove to him. Just what it was they were trying to do however – that one reason eluded him.

His connections had kept him well informed and apprised. The Dark Lord was waiting for Potter; he had every reason to wait.

Snape could never let anyone know what he did.

Draco would destroy what was left and send him to Voldemort, or he would heal whatever pain Potter had inside.

The choice rested with a semi crazed, possessive, vain, egotistical, dominating Veela with serious anger management issues and a withdrawn, violent, hating, dominating loner with the ability to cast wandless magic at his slightest whim.

“We’re doomed.” Snape sighed aloud as he reached his private chambers and headed inside for a touch of Irish coffee.


Ron’s eyes gleamed with a glint that some might call devious, that others would call insanity as he walked with Hermione to Dumbledore’s office. “Come in,” Dumbledore gestured to some chairs. “Sherbet Lemon?”

Hermione shook her head faintly as Ron popped one in his mouth and sat back with a sigh. “Sir,” Hermione began without preamble. “I’m sure that Professor Snape has made you aware of the unfair failing grade he has given me and I know that you are the only one here with enough authority to overrule him.”

“Yes I am Miss Granger, and I will.” Dumbledore smiled as he steepled his fingers. “However I confess to having an ulterior motive to bringing you both here.”

“Harry.” Hermione said promptly.

“Correct Miss Granger. I fear for Mr. Potter.”

“Why?” Ron scoffed. “He certainly doesn’t fear for us. He doesn’t even care about us.”

“Have we given him a reason to?” Hermione asked reasonably. “Since we got together Ron we have been neglecting him quite a bit.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“Perhaps he thought it was. We were so involved with each other; we never noticed the change in Harry.”

“Or he hid it from us. Remember the time he told us that we could see the ‘real’ him? Do you remember that?” Ron shot at her.

Hermione paled with the remembrance of that day when Harry had dropped his barriers and invited them inside to see who Harry James Potter really was.

She still had nightmares to this day.

“Harry is walking a very dangerous road.” Professor Dumbledore cut in. “I fear that his scar is affecting his mind and making him see things that aren’t real. He has a sickness in his brain that is causing him to suspect everyone who is close to him, and trust those who should not be trusted.”

“Professor,” Ron jumped in. “Are you saying that the Slytherins are not to be trusted?”

Dumbledore paused, choosing his next words carefully. “I am saying Mr. Weasley, that we all know how closely linked to darkness Slytherin House is, and how almost every one of them are Dark Wizards of some fashion. Now Harry is a wizard of light, he is on the side of good – but somehow Voldemort is turning him.”

Hermione’s eyes widened as she nodded in understanding. “It all makes sense now.”

“Mr. Weasley,” Dumbledore continued. “I understand why you and the others wanted him taken out of Gryffindor, but you must realize how much easier it will be for him to be turned now. Anything he says or does is not Harry, as you knew him. It would be safe to say that he is being controlled under Imperius. If he was still his old self I would not hesitate to use him to report the comings and goings of Slytherin House to us – but Harry cannot be trusted now. He needs treatment at St. Mungo’s for mind diseases, and he needs his friends. You must not take offence at anything he says or does.”

“Because he’s being controlled by darkness!” Hermione burst. “I knew that there was more to this than Harry was telling. Oh and the poor darling, he didn’t want to worry us so he didn’t say anything and gave himself into the dark.”

Dumbledore nodded, letting them draw their own conclusions from his carefully picked words of half-truths.

Ron shook his head and sneered. “He could have given us some indication, but Mr. I-Am-The-Perfect-Golden-Gryffindor-Boy of Hogwarts didn’t. Harry used this ‘fall into darkness’ to get more attention.”

“Ron…” Hermione began.

“No Hermione!” Ron burst. “I don’t care if he is a dark wizard arryarry under the influence. He has always made it clear that he is better than us, and he has always flaunted his wealth! Remember when he bought the Omnoculars at the World Cup? Remember how money is never an object with him? He always showed off his brooms, his newspaper and magazine articles under the pretence of hating it.”

“Yes I know Ron but…”

“I am the one who will be Quidditch Captain! I am the one who will win the House Cup and be the greatest Gryffindor since Godric! I saw it I tell you!” Ron burst out.

“You will be Captain Mr. Weasley because you have demonstrated both your loyalty to Gryffindor House and you are a skilled player.” Dumbledore said smoothly. “In exchange for changing your failing grade and for making you Captain, I would like something in return.”

“Of course Professor.” Hermione replied. “We’d do anything for you.”

“Find out all you can on what Slytherin House is up to. Try and become friends with Harry again. Apologize to him.”

“Lower myself and grovel at his feet?” Ron said in a disgusted tone oiceoice.

“You must do what you must to make amends for this rift. Remember that our main goal is to reclaim Harry from the darkness and defeat Voldemort. This takes precedence over everything else – even personal pride.”

“I feel nauseated.” Ron said, making a face.

“We all must make sacrifices in these trying times.” Dumbledore said sagely.

Ron fell silent, seething with anger as Hermione formed plans in her head and Dumbledore fought to keep the smirk off his face. They were perfect, unlike Harry who questioned and no longer trusted him. ‘Such a pity.’ Dumbledore thought. ‘This makes my life so much more difficult for the tasks ahead.’

With sure steps Harry walked towards the dungeons, not acknowledging Professor Snape who held a coffee cup in his hand and watched his silent march down the hall, a tense expression on his face. Harry on the other hand looked completely calm. Snape sighed in irritation as he prepared the cover story of Harry serving detention –for any nosey Gryffindors who came sniffing around.

And he knew they would. It was in their nature to put their noses where they were not wanted.

Sending up a silent plea to leave his House in one piece by the end of the night, he watched Harry fade out of sight and headed to the Potions Lab.


Just like the very first night when he had come to serve detention and be Malfoy’s manservant, they waited outside in a semi-circle, Draco front and centre, smirk firmly in place. “See?” he gestured to the others. “He can come when I tell him to.”

“Did you threaten him with the Iron Maiden?” Zabini joked.

Draco didn’t reply, just whispered the password and gestured Harry to enter. “I could tell you the password – but watching you wait around outside like a lost little puppy appeals to me.” ‘Tonight it will be resolved Potter.’

‘Perhaps.’ Harry replied, noncommittal. ‘And perhaps I will be too busy to deal with you – Ferret face.’

Draco’s face hardened as the blow drew blood. He nodded to Pansy. “Take him.”

A wicked grin split her face as she grabbed Harry by the elbow and dragged him towards one of the many disguised doors in the Common Room. Gesturing to the others, they followed and Draco sat down heavily and waited. With Harry in the mood he was in, he was certain that Harry was going to react. Like it or not, he was the only one who could handle Harry, especially now that he had cast that Spell upon himself and was uncontrollable and unpredictable. Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini – trained as they were in the Dark Arts, they knew nothing about dominating someone.

It was only a matter of time.

He didn’t have to wait long.

The outburst when it came was quite spectacular. A scream that wasn’t a scream as Harry used every ounce of magical ability he had within him to free himself. He came running out of the room where Pansy had him and skidded to a stop when he came face to face with Draco. Here now, was their reckoning. Silently they sized each other up, Harry panting with his exertions, uncertain whether he had killed the people in that room or not, Draco digging his nails into his palms, either in excitement or nervousness he couldn’t tell.

“Potter.” Draco said in a neutral tone of voice.

“Malfoy.” Harry replied, his voice absolutely blank like his eyes. Draco could get no feelings off him whatsoever… sense nothing, read nothing. His body language was closed and rigid as he looked at his nemesis.

“I think that this is the right time, don’t you?” Draco asked idly.

“Indeed.” Harry replied.

“You know where to go.”

“I look forward to it.” Harry nodded. “Say when.”

“One hour.”

Harry gave a jerking nod and turned on his heel towards the room Snape had him ensconced in.

The final out and out, no holds barred battle between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter was about to take place, and either one of them would break or one of them would turn. No matter what the outcome was – there would be no winners.

In his room Harry quickly threw everything of his into his trunk and slammed it shut, locking it with the strongest spell he knew. He nodded to his Anaspoor that watched him pensively from his resting place and told it curtly to get to the Owlery and tell Hedwig to leave. She knew where she was going, and had been expecting this for some time. Ssissilisso understood that she was to return immediately and alert the rest of her family what was going on. Harry was not going to be responsible for what the Anaspoors did to Hogwarts once he was gone – they had only suppressed their primal urges because Harry had pleaded with them to spare the school for as long as he was there.

He was leaving.

The Anaspoors were almost uncontrollable.

Chaos would ensue – and he found he didn’t care. ‘What has this place ever done for me anyway?’ he thought bitterly. ‘Made me a pawn, gave me attention I never asked for or wanted, put me on a pedestal and gave me unreasonable expectations to live up to, shunning me when I didn’t, praising me when I did and in the end those who I trusted most turned on me and cast me out.’ He paused and shook his head. “They deserve everything they are about to get.” He said firmly as he shrunk his belongings and put them in his pocket.

He would refuse Malfoy for the final time.


Draco waited in his room of pain. Waited, and paced, his father’s words from his last missive ringing in his head. If he could figure out the riddle, he could figure out Potter. ‘For a person who has never had anything, he only had one thing in him to lose. If that is gone, what is there left in the entire world for him to give or to lose to another living soul?’

Potter fought him like he was facing all the devils and demons of Hell, constantly refusing to submit to him, always adamant about his hatred.

Draco admitted that it was highly illogical to expect them to fall instantly in love once he had made the connection of who his mate was, but it was even unlikelier that it would lead to a greater hate – one that brought Potter that much closer to darkness.

If Draco lost this fight between them, Potter would leave Hogwarts forever and Draco knew to the very depths of his core that he would never see him again. He would not live to his Initiation into the Dark Lord’s ranks; he would not live to Yule. He would be dead.

Death worried Draco more than he cared to admit – he was young, he was a sex god and he didn’t want to die yet. He wasn’t ready and therefore was thinking of ways to prevent his rapidlproaproaching demise. Never, in the history of the Veela had there been such a problem in collecting one’s mate and consummating their bond. Everyone thought it was a joke that the newly powerful Veela had 14 weeks or they would die, but those 14 weeks were looking incredibly shorter to Draco. Potter was the only one who could keep him alive – a fact he would remind his rival of. He disliked it more than he could say that the one person he hated was the one who held his life in the palm of his hands, and all he had to do was refuse him for a few more weeks, then Draco would die the most horrible and painful death imaginable. One that made the Cruciatus Curse seem like a pleasant alternative.

He didn’t like it, it was a practically forbidden topic among Veela, but he would have to describe his death to Potter to make him understand. Harry had never been more accurate than when he told Draco that if, he belonged to Draco then Draco belonged to him.

Draco cursed all the forces of fate that had drawn them together and made Potter his mate. He swore to destiny that he needed him, he vented at himself who wanted him. In spite of everything, or perhaps because of it, Draco wanted Potter. Either as a toy, or as a willing mate – he wanted him.

Draco always got what he wanted – even if he had to trample everyone in his path to get it.


He sensed him rather than heard him and turned. Green eyes meeting silver-grey as they sized each other up. “Tell me why.” Draco said quietly.

“There are so many whys Draco, which one do you want?” Harry said in a mocking tone.

“Why the Spell of Unfeeling?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“You tell me and I’ll tell you something you never knew. A trade off you see.”

Harry shrugged. “It’s simple really. I don’t want to feel anything ever again. I don’t want to dream and to hope and to reach for something that will never be there. I locked myself away long ago, and now I have frozen everything I was to my very core – never to be released again. There is no love, no feeling and no one. There is nothing but me, and I don’t have to worry about something that doesn’t exist. And if it doesn’t exist, I’ll never die of a broken heart. If I can’t feel, I’ll never hurt again.”

“What caused you to cast the Spell now?”

Harry shrugged and smiled. “Your turn Malfoy.”

Draco turned away from him. “I am going to die – very soon.”

“I knew that.” Harry said in a bored tone.

“You don’t know the method of death now do you?”

“Describe it to me.” Harry yawned as he lowered himself to the floor and crossed his legs.

“You are my mate, like it or hate it – there it is. Never, in the entire span that the Veela have existed has one had such a problem in consummating their bond with their partner to keep them alive. You see, once a Veela finds their mate, it’s as if a clock starts ticking backwards towards a certain date – 14 weefterfter the realization of who their mate is. Many Veela go as long as 6 weeks without consummation, some wait only 6 minutes – the point is, it is crucial.

“Potter – we share much more than just a mind link. We are life bonded – you die, I die. I die – you probably will die, therefore joining with me is a very appealing option for both of us.”

“I don’t care if I die.” Harry said with his eyes closed. “I yearn for the black nothingness of death Malfoy. You have no idea how weary and sick I am of this life. What’s the point?”

Draco reeled at the sheer despair that overwhelmed him through their link. This was not something he was used to getting from Potter. He was used to being attacked physically.

Words were stronger than fists.

“My death will begin with deterioration of the body. This will happen fairly rapidly as I become nothing more than a walking skeleton. With the deterioration of my body comes the forgetfulness in my mind, and my hair and teeth falling out. However, that is the simple part. I will nto nto convulsions, very similar to Muggles in anaphylactic shock. My skeletal frame will begin to fight its way through the flesh as my organs slowly liquefy. My blood will start to boil in my veins and seep out of every pore as what is left inside of me, my cells turn and begin to destroy and devour each other. My mind will be reaching for you, but not getting anything in return will turn on itself driving me to madness as my Attraction spins out of control. Even in that state people will want me – for I have Veela blood and I will be unable to control my pheromones.”

Harry said nothing as Draco fought to control his very real fear of such a horrific death.

“There doesn’t need to be pleasure involved I assume?” Harry said after a moment.

“None. We need to climax together during intercourse however.” Draco felt a bit cheated by Harry being so calm. In a way, he almost got off on it (not that he’d ever admit it) and he felt robbed because Harry hadn’t attacked him yet.

Harry stood up. “I hate you. I will always hate you and nothing can change that.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “It only has to be once?”

“It has to be frequent Potter, to reaffirm the strength of the bond.”

“I am leaving you know. Things are already in place. There are people waiting for me who I wish to join, people who will take me far away from Hogwarts and these demons.”

“I can’t let you go.”

“Why?” Harry burst. “If I let you mount me – which is what you have every intention of doing, then I’ll be safe! You can go to hell for all I care, you can die in whatever way you want as long as I stay alive!”

“Do you know how I’ll die if you go?”

“Of a broken heart?” Harry mocked.

“Of an empty bond.” Draco snarled.

“Truthfully Malfoy – I don’t care. I can’t care even if I wanted to.” Harry snorted. “You want fucking? Fine, I’ll fuck you raw right here, right now, and then I don’t want that scrawny meat puppet you call a dick near me again. I’ll climax all right – all over your miserable face.”

“What makes you think I’m going to take it?” Draco taunted.

“The fact that if you don’t want to die – you play by MY rules.” Harry retorted. “Now drop your pants and spread your scrawny legs.”

“Screw you Potter! I am not going to be taken like some kind of whore!”

“But you are the Hogwarts Whore.” Harry smirked. “You’ve fucked everything and everyone – twice.”

“Just because I enjoy a spot of bed sport…”

Draco didn’t finish because Harry alternatively punched him in the ribs and slammed his mouth over Draco’s, prying it open with his tongue and teeth. Draco fought, giving just as good as he got as clothing was torn off brutally, flying in whichever direction, lost in the flurry of fists and the drawing of first blood. When Harry encased Draco’s cock roughly in his mouth, Draco arched his back as he let out a moan of pleasure instead of pain. “FUCK Potter…do that again!” he groaned as Harry nipped at him lightly with his teeth.

Harry gave him a veiled look as he brought his mouth to Draco’s, both possessive and marking at the same time, scraping his teeth down his torso, leaving a bloody trail of teeth marks. “You like pain with your pleasure?” Harry whispered hotly. “Is that not what you asked me the night you raped me?”

“Less talk, more head.” Draco nearly screamed in frustration as Harry tormented him to the point of climax. Opening his eyes that he had involuntarily closed, he was able to see Harry’s naked body again.

The crisscross of scars on his back, lower torso and legs mystified him. “Did you cut yourself to do that?”

“No.” Harry replied as he reached between Draco’s cheeks with his wand. “I didn’t.”

Draco realized he had surrendered, he had submitted as soon as Potter went down on his cock. He had arched and moaned for him! The humiliation of the previous day raced through his mind. ‘A Malfoy always gives it. He never takes it!’

‘This one is going to.’ Harry said grimly.

“Fuck. You.” Draco snarled as he launched himself at Harry, managing to tear his mind away from the throbbing in his groin.

Harry fell to his back as Draco’s hands wrapped around his throat and his knees wrenched his legs apart. “I will not take it this time.” He struggled.

Draco smiled evilly as he repaid Harry for the bloody marks he had doled out. “Yes you bloody will.”

Harry twisted his legs through Draco’s and gave a wrenching thrust up, for a moment one erect and one semi erect cock met and the friction caused both rivals to moan – and then Harry was positioned behind Draco.

“Potter…” Draco growled.

“I win.” Harry whispered in his ear as he braced Draco’s hips and plunged inside the unstretched hole.

Draco’s scream was most gratifying and pretty to Harry’s ears. “Now you know what it feels like. Hurts, doesn’t it?” Harry snarled as he began to thrust in and out.

“T…this is n…not going to help us P…potter!” Draco gasped out in between violent thrusts.

“You said we had to climax. You didn’t say how. In fact,” Harry paused, leaving himself sheathed inside. “You said that willing or unwilling didn’t matter.”

“I am not going to climax.” Draco said firmly.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked mischievously as he reached around and grabbed Draco’s manhood, running his finger over the leaking tip as the other fingers crept down like spiders to his balls and toyed with them.

Draco jerked back onto Harry’s dick as Harry thrust forward – grazing his prostate.

It was sudden. It was uncomfortable and it was certainly painful as Harry touched it again and again. The combination of that and the toying with his bits caused Draco to tense as he came in a spurting burst over Harry’s hand.

“Do I need to come inside you?” Harry asked roughly.

Draco nodded, biting his lip and trying to come down from his climax – however he was now unbearably sensitive and Harry refused to stop.

Growling in exasperation, Harry pounded himself against Draco’s bruised buttocks, relishing his cries of pain, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. The sound of pain, the sound and feel of flesh growing warm from unaccustomed abuse – and the one person he’d always wanted to defeat lying under him as he took him. The feeling of power was intoxicating and it was that more than anything else that caused him to erupt inside Draco.

Pulling out and falling back, he noticed Draco curl into himself. “It is done then?”

“Yes.” Draco replied.

The sight of him, abused, bleeding and tousled caused a tug at Harry’s heart. Made him want to cuddle him, want to touch him.

“Son of a…” Harry said aloud.

Draco didn’t say anything but it was obvious he was listening.

“I can still fucking feel!” Harry yelled. “I FEEL! The goddamn Spell didn’t work!”

Draco looked at him incredulously. “That’s impossible. It’s an irreversible Spell.” He paused. “Are you so inept at casting Spells that you couldn’t even do that right?”

Harry turned his eyes to Draco who was pulling himself into a sitting position. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault? What the FUCK did I do Potter? I just let you make me your bitch!”

“If it wasnor yor you I never would have...”

“Never would have what?” Draco snapped as he stood.

“None of your goddamned business.”

“We just fucked Potter. You ARE my business – as disgusting as it might seem for the rest of my life.”

“Figure it out yourself you bastard.” Harry went to punch him before dropping his hand.

“Now it’s my turn Potter.” He said eagerly. “If you think you know pain from Pansy, that is nothing, nothing compared to what I am about to do to you.”

“Regrettably I have another appointment I must go to.” Harry said idly as he searched for the remnants of his clothing, reeling from the shock of feeling. WHY didn’t it work? WHY did he still feel?

Why did he want to fuck Malfoy again?

“I won’t let you walk out that door.”

“You can’t stop me Malfoy. You won’t die. Be content with that.”

“Potter,” Draco said after a moment of trying to repair his torn clothes. “What did it feel like?”

“What?”

“Being frozen inside.”

“Why do you want to know?”

Draco tilted his head. “I just do.”

Harry shrugged. “You’ll never know.”

“How did you get all these scars?” he asked softly, coming up behind Harry and tracing the marks on his back.

“I got the scars as payment for a debt I had to pay.” Harry replied. “That’s all you need to know.”

In a moment of weakness, perhaps the after-effect of sex, Harry grabbed Draco and kissed him.

There was no violence or anger in this kiss. For the first time they touched without wanting to dominate the other. It was a simple meeting of lips meeting lips and tongues caressing softly before separating slowly.

As Harry’s eyes met Draco’s, Draco had his answer to the riddle at last. In his startlement at having figured out what his father had been alluding to, he didn’t hear the quiet ‘snick’ of the door as it closed and Harry vanished into the gloom of the school.



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