Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Hey all! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I am so excited that people are taking their time to write a little something. I am so surprised that people like this. Harry/Draco is such a popular slash & I am so late in the game, that everything has been done. I see so many other stories that have hundreds of reviews; my little story is not so great in it's little part of the universe. But hey, I'm glad that I have some loyal readers. I love you!

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thrnbrooke: Here's your chapter 12! I'm glad that you are enjoying it!

Elric Maxwell: I have a lot still planned for this story. I am not the best at comedy, so I feel great that you liked the breakfast scene! :) Thanks for reading!

Cristy: I'm so happy that you like this. Yeah, it can be a bit discouraging that people don't like it, or won't review, but I'm ok with that. I am having a great time writing this, so I will finish what I start. Hopefully, more people will review. If not, that's ok. :) enjoy!


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Warning: Sexy Slashy scene!




Slave to the Rhythm

Hermione was a horrible friend. At least that is what she kept telling herself. Why had she not seen that Harry was changing? How could she have missed it? Well, that was not exactly true. She had noticed that he was acting differently, but she had been so caught up in her own life, she chose to ignore it.

Harry had been different since Cedric’s death. That wasn’t unusual though, anyone would be affected by a tragic death like that. She wasn’t even the same after that. But Harry had watched him die. She couldn’t possibly imagine what that must have been like. And then when Sirius died two years ago, Harry had become a seething mass of rage and despair. She didn’t really know how to talk to him anymore. She always had to be careful around him; never sure when he was going to erupt. She had prayed that he would find something else to focus on, besides Voldemort and impending death.

She had been happy that he had found some solace in Ginny. It had been wonderful for both of her friends, or so she thought. She knew Ginny had loved Harry since they were kids and she sincerely wanted them to be happy. But now things were an absolute disaster between them. Their relationship had actually made things worse for both of them. She had seen Harry angry before, but the quiet deadly rage that smoldered just below his skin at breakfast the other day, completely terrified her.

She had noticed him over the last couple of months, slowly becoming someone she didn’t recognize anymore. He had this darkness about him, as if he lived under a constant shadow, both literally and figuratively. She had been rocked to her core when Harry had used wandless magic at the pub. Ever since that night, she had been unable to corner Harry to ask him about it. He had been as slippery as trying to catch a sunbeam. She had felt the power emanating from him at the table. It was a dark shift. She had been around enough dark magic now to know the difference. She was frightened of what all of this could possibly mean.

And now there was this new situation with Malfoy. She had seen Harry’s face when she accused Ron of sleeping with the enemy. It was only a spilt second, but Harry had winced. She had seen the quick look of apprehension in his eyes. Ginny’s description of a random blonde certainly could have fit Malfoy. Come to think of it, she remembered the night Malfoy had spilled Ron’s secret. She had left, but Malfoy had stayed behind. Neville had privately confirmed to her that he had seen them walking arm and arm back to the castle. They were also drunk off their asses.

This news greatly disturbed Hermione. She had never expected that Harry would become a drinker. When Harry left the Burrow after his fight with Ginny, Charlie had told them that Harry had drunk quite a bit while he was in Romania. He had also been taking quite a few pain potions. Charlie had simply chalked it up to Harry’s inexperience with the dragons. Newer handlers were not used to the hard work and often injured themselves on seemingly easy tasks.

Hermione wondered if Ron had noticed any of these things. Since they had stopped talking, she felt completely disconnected from her comfort zone. They had always been the best of friends, and now she couldn’t reach either one of them.

Hermione was sitting in the common room, reading her notes from Transfiguration, when the portrait opened. She saw the flame of red hair. She sighed, and then set her mind to put aside her anger. She closed the book.

“Ron, I need to talk to you.”

He looked at her, anger blooming like a flower on his face.

“I don’t think so, Hermione. There is nothing that you can say that I want to hear.” He headed for his room.

“Ron! It’s important. It’s about…Harry.”

“What about him?”

She looked around the room. There were several students still there. She motioned him over to her desk. He followed her, tossed his bag onto the table and stood looking at her, his arms crossed.

“So talk.”

“I’m worried about Harry. Have you noticed that he has been acting kind of weird?”

Ron snorted. “Hermione, I would have to be a complete git to not notice that. He threw a plate at us last weekend. He threatened to kill me. He has been kissing Slytherins. He can do wandless magic. He has completely destroyed my sister. Yeah, things are a little weird with Harry lately.”

“Well, what are we going to do about it? Have you even talked to him at all?”

Ron tilted his head. “We? We aren’t going to do anything. Harry hasn’t said much to me this past week at all. Frankly, I don’t know what to say to him. He isn’t exactly open arms these days.”

“That’s just it, Ron. Why is he so different? Harry has never been like this towards us. Aren’t you worried?”

“Honestly, no. Harry has a lot going on. He always has. If he needs help, he knows how to ask for it. He’s not a baby, Hermione. He doesn’t need us to hang over him every second of the day. He’s a grown man now. Besides, he seems to be handling himself just fine. It seems that he has been spending time with Zabini. His attitude lately sure stinks of Slytherin.”

Hermione looked as if she had been slapped. “Ron! How can you say that? You’re acting as if you don’t care about him anymore. He’s your best friend.”

“Well maybe you should remind him of that, Hermione! Maybe you should be lecturing him on how badly he is treating Ginny! She loves him, but he barely acknowledges her presence! He’s secretive, never around anymore. He hardly pays any attention at Quidditch practice. So don’t go lecturing me about what I don’t care about!” He snatched his bag from the table.

“Ron! Don’t be like that! I’m just worried about Harry. I just don’t know how to be there for him. We all used to be so clo-“

Ron glared at her. “You spend so much time worrying about Harry! Did you ever worry about me like that, Hermione? Now it’s all about Seamus, right? You never cared about me at all! I was just something for you to do, when Harry finally got with Ginny. Maybe there is something more to your worry then you have been letting on.”

Hermione’s hand flashed out faster than she thought possible. The sound of the stinging slap filled the common room. Tears filled her eyes.

“I never would’ve thought you would have sunk that low, Ronald Weasley! How dare you say that me! You try to cover your mess by blaming me? We would be together now if you hadn’t lied about Pansy! This has nothing to do with Harry or Seamus! This is your doing! Harry is like a brother to me. But I actually loved you, Ron! Obviously, you didn’t love me enough to tell me the truth! Just forget everything I said! You are beyond selfish!”

She stormed out of the common room. Ron stared after her, his chest hurting.

“That went over well, Ron.”

Ron turned to see Harry leaning against the wall by the fireplace.

“Yeah, well, we all can’t be perfect or be you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning that no matter what you do, people are still madly in love with you. I obviously don’t have that charm.” He jerked his bag over his shoulder.

“Well, it can’t help if you accuse them of being in love with other people. I would remove that from your list of ‘endearing things to say to my ex-girlfriend who I desperately want back’.”

“I must have missed the memo. When did you become Malfoy?”

Harry’s smile didn’t meet his eyes. “Malfoy? So now I’m him? First, I was shagging him, now I’ve become him? Make up your mind.”

“Harry! What’s up with you? Why are you acting so weird? All this sarcasm…that’s not you. How you acted at breakfast last week; you threatened me! And you’re treating Ginny like…she’s scum or something. What’s wrong, Harry?”

Harry looked at his friend. He knew Ron would not understand what he was doing. He didn’t even completely understand it himself. It didn’t always feel like he was in complete control of his actions lately. He would have to work harder. But he didn’t need them to start butting in now. He plastered regret on his face.

“Ron, I’m sorry about last week. You just caught me off guard with that Malfoy thing. I’ve had enough bad press. I kind of panicked. And I’m sorry about Ginny too. But she is getting out of control, don’t you think? I don’t know how to deal with that.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about the Malfoy thing. I was so shocked; I didn’t mean to yell that out. I should have known it was a mistake. Why can’t you give Ginny another chance? I know she truly loves you, Harry.”

“I can’t do that, Ron. I am no good to anyone right now. Ginny deserves better than what I can give her. You must understand that, don’t you? Don’t you want her to be happy?”

“Of course I do! She’s my baby sister! But Harry, I don’t know what to do for her. I’ve tried everything. Nothing is helping. Fred and George even sent her Forget-Him potion. It still didn’t do anything. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen to her.” He looked at him with a sad expression. “And I don’t want this to come between us, Harry.”

“Can you promise me that it won’t?”

Ron stared at Harry. It had killed him when they ended their friendship over that stupid Tri-Wizard Tournament. If Harry had been killed while fighting that dragon, he would have died right along with him. If anything happened to Harry now, he would still die, right along with him. But Ginny was blood, his own sister. And she was hurting, badly. His continued friendship with Harry was torturing her. But he had made the choice to try and stay neutral. But he could see that it was not going to be that simple anymore.

Harry waited quietly while Ron struggled to answer. He knew that Ron was in a terrible position. He wouldn’t blame him if he had to stay by Ginny’s side and try to help her through this. It would actually make what he had to do easier. He didn’t want Ron or Hermione involved with his plans. The further they stayed out of his way, the safer they would be. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to keep the demon docile.

“Harry, you’re my best friend. I would follow you anywhere. But please don’t ask me to choose between you and my sister.”

“Do you really think that I would do that? You must really think I have turned into Malfoy. Well, I’m glad you let me in on that little secret. At least I know where I stand with you now. Thanks for letting me know.” He brushed past Ron to head up the stairs to his room.

“Harry,” Ron called out, “I’m sorry you’re taking it like that.”

Harry spoke without turning. “Don’t worry about it. We all have things we have to do.”

HPDM

Draco watched the golden owl heading towards his window. The beautiful bird landed gracefully on the sill, and twisted its head around to preen silky feathers. He went to the window and opened it. The owl fixed him with large unblinking eyes, before it stuck out a leg. Draco took the small letter and gave it an owl treat. After wolfing down the treat, which it swallowed whole, it took off.

Draco anxiously opened the note.

Room of Requirement, Midnight

He sat down on his bed. He hadn’t heard from Harry since their last meeting. Part of him was glad about that. He had been blown away by Harry’s actions. Drugs, casting dark spells, summoning dark and dangerous creatures, his plans on raising the dead; all had shaken Draco’s sense of balance. He had not seen that coming at all. It was almost too frightening to think about.

The other part of him was angry. Angry that Harry had ignored him for the last couple of weeks. Well, maybe ignored was a bit harsh, but he certainly hadn’t acted like he wanted to be bothered. Draco had never been ignored before; not from someone he had sex with.

He knew that things with this were obviously complicated, but he had expected some sort of response from the Gryffindor. Draco had never felt so…confused.

He didn’t like it. He didn’t even know what these feelings meant. He wasn’t even sure they were feelings. Maybe it was the sex. Sex could do that to people; make them think they had feelings when it was really just hormones and horniness. Merlin knew that sex with Harry was an experience that would never be duplicated. His pants were tightening just thinking about it. There was nothing wrong with wanting someone for the sex.

People did crazy things for boring, plain sex. Good sex was something that most would be happy to find. You were lucky to find a partner who was good at sex, especially at this school. But great sex…well, that was a different thing. GREAT SEX was in a mystery realm. It was something that he and his fellow Slytherins had whispered about for years. They all wanted to find that someone who could be classified as “GREAT SEX.” None of them had found anyone who could be called that. Nott had said a Ravenclaw girl was pretty good, but she had done a terrible job giving him a blowjob.

Harry was GREAT SEX. Draco believed Harry was even beyond that. Harry was PHENOMENAL SEX. Draco was glad that he couldn’t tell anyone about it. He knew his whole House would want to try him out. It wouldn’t matter that he was Harry Potter or if he belonged to any one person. There would be a cut-throat, all-out seduction war for a night with him. Harry would be the demise of Slytherin if anyone knew how extraordinary he was in bed. He couldn’t allow anyone read: Blaise Zabini to get their hands on him.

Draco smiled to himself, his mind reliving their sexual encounters. He hoped Harry would be in the mood tonight. The ‘Little Dragon’ was straining eagerly against his pants, loudly announcing its desire. Draco sighed. He had jacked off to Harry every single day, sometimes two or three times. It was about time that the real Harry handled it.

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Midnight crawled to Hogwarts. Draco practically ran to the Room of Requirement. He had never remembered a day being so long. He had suffered Pansy’s declarations of love and sexual requests. He had not told her that he had changed his mind about wanting to be with her. For some odd reason, he was having a crisis of conscience. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him to hurt her. He chalked it up to not wanting to face her tears, or worse, creating another Ginny Weasley.

He had reluctantly had sex with her a couple of nights ago, and he had found himself imagining Harry was underneath him. It was the only way he could keep the erection. He had to bite his lip to keep from saying Harry’s name out loud, when he finally came. She had pressed him for an encore that day, but he adamantly refused, his midnight rendezvous his priority.

Harry was lounging on a red plush couch when Draco entered the room. He was reading from the black tome again. He looked up when Draco walked over to him.

“You’re late.”

“Hello to you to. Never one for manners, I see.”

“I’ll leave those up to you. You have enough snobbery for the both of us.”

“What you call snobbery, I call sophistication and class. I know that is a concept that is foreign and alien to you. But do try to keep your knuckles from dragging on the floor OK? Hogwarts is not the cleanest place.”

Harry laughed out loud. “God, Malfoy. You are a clever one! I could never be you.”

“What? Of course you couldn’t. You would waste your life trying to be me. What a poor, broken, lonely grownup you would be.”

“Who says I want to grow up? It sucks. My childhood sucked, and so have my years here. Life sucks.” He closed the book with a slam.

“What’s wrong with you? I know doing dark spells should be a happy joyous event, but you seem really shitty tonight.” Draco hoped that his mood would vastly improve. But then again, angry PHENOMENAL SEX could possibly be the highlight of his life.

“Professor Lupin gave me a note for the Restricted Section, but Madam Pince demanded to know what specific book I needed. I couldn’t tell her what I wanted. She wouldn’t let me search there. So now I have to waste several nights breaking into the library.”

“How are you going to do that? Filch is out there with his stupid wife, Mrs. Norris. It should be a law about that sort of thing.”

Harry got up quickly. He pulled a small bag from the side of the couch. He pulled out a piece of parchment and a silvery shimmering cloak. He opened the parchment and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Draco sat down on the couch next to him. He watched the paper with interest. Strange footsteps appeared on the paper, showing names. Draco’s mouth opened wide.

“Where did you get that? How did you do that?” He had completely underestimated Harry. He was in possession of some of the best magical items.

Harry grinned. “It’s good to have friends who don’t mind breaking a few rules.” The map showed Filch in his office. Harry tucked the map in his jeans pocket and stood up. He picked up the cloak.

“Are you coming, Malfoy?”

Draco blinked at him. “You want me to break into the library with you? We are going to get caught! No, I’m not going with you.” He pouted like a little kid.

“Suit yourself.” Harry wrapped the cloak around him and disappeared.

Draco started from the couch. He looked wildly around the room.

“Potter!” He stood up, heart slamming into his ribcage. Harry had disappeared. He knew invisibility spells too?? My God, he should have been hanging out with Harry years ago! He heard a soft snicker from his right. He turned his head quickly and felt a hand grab his ass. He yelped.

Harry emerged from under the cloak, holding his side with laughter.

“You should have seen your face, Malfoy. I remember when I did that to you 3rd year. It is even funnier now.”

Draco’s face was red. “That wasn’t funny, Potter! You have an invisibility cloak? Those are rare. Where did you get that from??” Malfoy couldn’t even hide the envy in his voice.

“It was my father’s. Are we going or not? I’m not trying to be down there all night.” He gave Draco a significant look. “There is something else that we could be doing.”

Draco’s breath caught. His groin pulsed excitedly. He moved over to Harry as slow as he could. He didn’t want to show him how excited he was at the idea of being with him again.

“Fine,” he drawled. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You need to relax! Here,” he reached in his pocket and produced his candy supply. “Take it.” Draco hesitated for a fraction of a second. He then let Harry pop it into his mouth.

The trip to the library was pretty uneventful. They both searched books for a spell that would be able to fully contain a demon without it possessing the caster. Harry just wanted to find the book and then tell Madam Pince the name of it so he could check it out. They spent about an hour down there; Harry checking the map every so often for any signs of Filch.

Draco had to admit he was very intrigued by the trip. He had always wanted to go into this part of the library. Even though Severus was his god-father, he had never given him permission to use this part. There were so many dark magic books here. Only his house had more, but most of those books had been confiscated or sold. Draco had never really read any of the books, mainly because his father was edgy about him touching them. Draco was no fool. Lucius didn’t want Draco to ever get the idea to use a spell against him.

He found a book that talked a lot about demon possession. Perhaps this would help. He brought the book to Harry, who was sitting down at a desk in the very far corner. The light of his wand was guiding him over the pages.

“I think this may help.” He handed the book to him. Harry skimmed the pages, turning them quickly.

“Yes, this will help. Thanks, Malfoy.” He smiled at him, genuinely happy.

Draco’s heart fluttered. Harry had such a beautiful smile. And for the first time, it seemed like he was really happy to be in his company. It was a weird moment. The hideousness of what they were doing; connected to a happy date. How’s that for a total reality fucker? Draco was standing here helping Harry become a demon and all he could think about was if Harry enjoyed his company. He began to wonder if Ginny was the only one who was crazy. She was about to have company on her Harry Potter acid trip.

Harry stood up and stretched. “I’m done with this for tonight. I have found a couple of books myself. So I can at least give Madam Pince a start.” He closed the books and looked at Draco.

“What’s wrong?”

Draco looked sad for some reason. “Why are you doing this, Potter? This is dangerous. Dark magic is not to be played with. Do you really know what you are doing?”

“I know it’s dangerous. Do you think I’m playing a game? But I have to do something. I feel it in my bones, my blood. Something is telling me to do this. I have power that I don’t know about and I have never bothered to figure it out. Voldemort gave me some of his power. He is the Heir of Slytherin. He surely has great power. I am only doing something I should have done a long time ago.”

“That’s the key though. Voldemort was in Slytherin, every dark witch and wizard came from my House. You weren’t meant to be a dark wizard, Harry. This can only be a bad thing.”

“Malfoy, I was supposed to be in Slytherin. I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in a different House.”

Draco wished he could get used to his mouth hanging open by now. It was such an undignified look.

“The Sorting Hat put you in Slytherin?? You were meant to be a Slytherin? Oh my god!” Draco leaned against the book case for support. “I can’t believe this. All this time…” he trailed off.

“What, you would have been nice to me if you’d known?” He smirked.

Draco ran fingers through his hair. Out of everything he had learned about Harry, this rocked him to the core, more than anything else. It made some sense to him. He could never understand the attraction that he had to Harry. Even though they had spent years hating one another, they had been inexplicably drawn. The obsessive hatred that had existed between them was probably caused by the fact that Harry should have been in his House. It was like something had been out of balance or something. The Hat senses the essence of a person and Harry had denied his.

“I would have thought different of you, yes. When I asked to be your friend, something in me knew we could have been. I don’t just walk up to people and ask them for friendship.”

“Well, Malfoy, despite the fact of my supposed House placement, I still don’t think I did the wrong thing. I’m not an elitist or racist like most of your House. I can be friends with anyone, not just purebloods or mixed bloods or whatever. I still wouldn’t have fit in. And you still wouldn’t have liked me because I’m not a pureblood.”

Draco nodded. “I suppose you’re right about that. I did have a fucked up attitude about that.” He looked down at his shoes.

“So does this mean you don’t have that attitude anymore?”

Draco looked up, drinking in Harry’s emerald eyes and full lips.

“No,” he said quietly.

Harry walked over to where Draco was leaning. Draco watched him silently. Harry ran his hand over Draco’s cheek. He turned his lips into the hand, softly kissing Harry’s palm, his eyes closed. Harry leaned into Draco’s body and gently suckled his bottom lip. Draco’s arms wrapped themselves around Harry and he happily returned the gentle suckle. Harry broke the kiss abruptly. Draco’s eyes flew open. Confusion soared.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that your attitude has changed. Take me to your room.”

Draco had never taken a non pureblood to his room. He had never taken one into his House before either. All of his sexual encounters had been with purebloods. He had just realized that Harry was his first. He hadn’t even thought about that.

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But here he was, sneaking Harry into the Slytherin common room. It was helpful that he had his invisibility cloak. All Harry had to do was follow behind him and they would be OK. He had not expected to run into Blaise, who was sitting in front of the fireplace.

“Late night, eh Draco? Whose panties were you in this time? Pansy’s on the warpath by the way.”

Draco groaned. “Again? What else is new? I’m going to bed.”

“Well, what did you expect? She told me that you and she had gotten back together. But that you haven’t been giving up the goods like you used to.” He chuckled. “She said you finally relented the other night, but that you were not really into it. She said you came pretty quickly.”

Draco’s stomach dropped. He could hear Potter hissing beside him in laughter. He snarled at Blaise.

“Doesn’t she know how to keep her mouth shut?! Shit, do you have to listen to everything she says? Some things are private, ya know?” He was mortified.

Blaise looked at Draco in astonishment. “Why are you so shocked? Pansy tells me everything about your relationship. You know that. Why should she change? She talked me to death about you when you had split up. She’s convinced that you were seeing someone else. I’m beginning to think she’s right. Please Draco, for the love of Merlin; don’t put me through that again.”

“I’m going to bed, Blaise. I can’t deal with this right now.” He walked up to his suite.

As soon as he closed the door, Harry appeared from under the cloak.

“Not one word, Potter,” Draco said menacingly. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“So Malfoy, since you have a girlfriend, why are you doing this with me?” Harry’s expression was dead serious. He had found it funny at first, but then became increasingly annoyed by this knowledge.

Draco squirmed. “Well, I have to keep up appearances, don’t I? How’s it going to look if the Slytherin King doesn’t have a consort?”

“Come off it, Malfoy! Do you think I’m stupid? If that’s the case, then just be with her. You don’t need me.” He moved towards the door.

Draco snarled. “What the fuck is this shit? You come all the way down here and now you’re leaving? Come on! Why are you making this a big issue? Who cares about Pansy?”

Harry turned around, suddenly angry. “I want to know why the hell we’re doing this if you have a girlfriend. That’s not right, Malfoy! Don’t lie to her like that!”

“Pansy isn’t my girlfriend, Potter. We aren’t really together.”

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco. “You aren’t even lying with your usual efficiency. Don’t forget I saw you two. And Blaise just confirmed it! It’s one thing if we’re involved in this perverse, dysfunctional situation, but not if someone else is being lied to. I still care about people’s feelings, even if you don’t.”

Draco stared at him. “Oh my god, Potter! Are you giving me an ultimatum?” He was almost touched by the sentiment.

Harry was just as surprised as Draco. He didn’t realize that was exactly what he had just done. “So what if I am?” he asked.

“Nobody gives me ultimatums, Potter! Especially not you! You are really tripping!”

“So you are going to stay with Pansy then?” his green eyes flashing danger, “are you sure about that?”

“I’m sure that nobody is going to tell me what to do! I will make my own decisions when I’m damn well ready!”

Harry’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Fine, then. I’ll see ya around. It’s been fun.” He angrily jerked the cloak up to put it on. Stupid fucking Malfoy!

Draco walked over and snatched open the door. “Don’t let it hit you on the way out!” His attempt at keeping his anger at bay was not working.

Harry turned sizzling eyes to Draco’s face. “Don’t fucking rush me! I’m leaving! You’re such an asshole!” He deliberately slowed down, taking his time. His mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to prolong the moment.

Draco’s insides were a torturous mess. He desperately didn’t want Harry to go, but he had to save some sort of face. It was bad enough that Harry consumed his thoughts, day and night. He couldn’t allow himself to stand here and beg him not to go, even though he was almost to that point.

“Hurry up!” he hissed. “Get the fuck out, already!” He reached out his hand to push the now invisible Harry. It connected with his shoulder and he gave him a gentle shove.

Harry felt the gentleness of the push. He had fought Malfoy many times, and it was never gentle. He realized the opportunity that Draco had just given him.

His hand snaked out from under the cloak and he shoved Malfoy back, just as gentle.

“Don’t push me, Malfoy!”

Draco pushed Harry again, hard enough that the cloak slid off. Harry grabbed Draco by the shirt, his feet twisting in the material on the floor. He fell against the door, which slammed loudly. Draco grabbed Harry and slammed him against the dressing table. Several bottles of his expensive cologne jingled. A few rolled to the floor.

Harry twisted his body away from the table, still clutching Draco’s shirt. Draco still had the forward momentum and he was able to push Harry back against the wardrobe door. Harry let go of the shirt and wrapped his arms around Draco, squeezing him as tight as he could. Draco gasped and immediately pistoned his arms down to push Harry’s hands away, but the grip was like iron.

Draco saw Harry’s exposed neck, veins popping with the effort of squeezing him. Draco’s head shot forward, and he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. He felt Harry release him instantly, his hands going to his chest to push him away. But Draco held on, his arms wrapping around Harry’s back, pulling him closer. He could feel Harry’s staccato heart beat and the warmth of his body against his. Draco closed his eyes, savoring the taste of his neck, inhaling the scent that had consumed his mind.

Harry’s arms wrapped around Draco’s body and he turned his head to suckle his ear. He heard Draco inhale sharply and he let go of his neck. Harry nibbled the earlobe, and then slowly licked his neck. Draco’s fingers dug into Harry’s back, his toes twisting in his shoes.

“Bastard,” he panted out.

He jerked away from Harry, but Harry caught his wrist, yanking him back. Their eyes met; the molten mercury and smoldering olives fighting for dominance. Harry moved first, lowering his shoulder into Draco’s slighter build. He grabbed him around the waist, snatching him off his feet. He moved quickly and threw him onto the bed. He was on top of him before Draco knew what had happened.

Draco squirmed under Harry, trying to wriggle out from under him. Harry had straddled him and was using his weight to press him down. He leaned down, just as Draco’s arms blocked him from getting any closer. Harry grabbed both of his arms and held them tightly over Draco’s head. Draco struggled briefly, until Harry’s lips connected with his own. He immediately responded.

Harry let go of Draco’s arms and the blonde wrapped them around Harry’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Their lips and tongues were savagely battling, as their passion exploded around them. Moans and grunts permeated the air. Harry sat back and pulled Draco up. He grabbed Draco’s shirt and ripped the material apart, buttons flying across the bed. Draco hardly noticed. His eyes were drawn to the front of Harry’s pants. He grabbed Harry’s belt and ripped it off, then dug his fingers into the button hole, trying to undo them. He yanked them down, not caring how desperate he appeared.

Harry’s dick was in his face, a temptation he could never resist. He eagerly took him in his mouth, his hands holding Harry’s ass, pulling him in deeper. Harry threw his head back, his eyes closed as he felt Draco’s lips and tongue suck his head. He cried out, when Draco inhaled him deeply, pulling him to the back of his throat, his tongue swirling. Harry grabbed the back of Draco’s head, thrusting. A seductive hissing sound escaped Harry’s mouth. Draco loved to hear Harry when he did that. He knew he had him then.

Harry knew what he wanted. With great difficulty, he pulled away from Draco.

“Draco,” he said, his voice almost inaudible with the lust of their actions, “I want to be inside of you. Will you let me?”

Draco stiffened. A great fear welled up inside of him. He looked at Harry’s pulsing dick and almost swooned. Harry wanted to put that, where? He looked up into his lover’s hypnotic eyes. He was ready to do almost anything that Harry asked of him, almost.

Draco smiled at him. “You’re a little rough tonight. You might break something. I’m too pretty to bruise.” He gently grabbed Harry’s dick again, sensing that Harry was about to protest. He didn’t want him to get upset. “I promise another time, OK?” He expertly sucked the tip of his member, which was wet with Harry’s light juice.

Harry’s protest died on his lips. Draco’s intensity on sucking his dick increased. Harry began moaning loudly, the hissing returning. He could feel his orgasm coming. He tried to hold it, but Draco was merciless on him. The waves of pleasure hit him like a brick wall. He writhed uncontrollably, grabbing Draco’s shoulders hard. His essence surged forth, hot and sticky, into Draco’s mouth.

Draco’s eyes opened in surprise. He wasn’t sure what to do. He had sucked him off before, but he honestly couldn’t remember what had happened. Did he spit it out or did he swallow? Harry was still in the throes of ecstasy and was oblivious to Draco’s dilemma. He was still thrusting, his hard pulsing member not quite finished. Draco continued sucking his lover, the essence still in his mouth. He hoped Harry didn’t notice the slight break in rhythm.

Draco then realized his wand was no where close by. If he spit it out, Harry would definitely notice a large puddle on the bed. What if he got angry? Draco wondered if he would be offended if Harry had spit out his essence on the bed. He knew that he would be, unless they had discussed it before hand. It was a little late for the conversation.

Harry shuddered one last time, a long hiss winding through the air. Draco made a decision. He pulled back from Harry and quickly jumped up, pushing him towards the bed. He dashed to the bathroom and spit the essence in the sink. He hurried back to his bed, praying that Harry wouldn’t connect the dots. Harry languished on the bed, spent from his orgasm. Draco took one look at him and his long dormant animal instinct took over.

He stalked to the bed, his erection stiff and pulsing painfully. He looked down on Harry, whose eyes swam unfocused. Draco pulled him up roughly. Harry tuned in to his mood immediately. A slow smile crossed his face. Draco snatched Harry’s shirt off, throwing it across the room. Harry inched to the edge of the bed and wrapped a leg around Draco, pulling him forward. He reached up and jerked Draco’s shirt from his shoulders. It slid to the floor.

Harry undid Draco’s pants, pulling them down agonizingly slow. Harry gave him a sly, teasing smile. Draco struggled to stay composed. Now that he was free of his bondings, his dick throbbed in anticipation. Harry leaned forward and softly kissed the tip, then sucked the tip into his mouth. Draco moaned, but whined when Harry abruptly stopped.

“Why did you spit me out?” Harry asked with a pout in his voice. He slowly started sucking him again, teasing. He stopped again, waiting.

Draco whimpered. “I’m sorry, I panicked. Don’t stop.” He pushed himself towards Harry again, his eyes pleading.

Harry sucked him again, pulling him deeper in his mouth. He worked his shaft, listening to Draco’s moans. He pulled away, yet again. Draco’s hand tightened against his shoulder, digging painfully into his skin.

“What do I want to hear, Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, OK? Please…” the absence of his mouth and body was driving him crazy.

“Please what?”

“Please, will you let me fuck you?”

Harry lowered his eyes, taking in Draco’s pride and joy. He was beyond ready to feel Draco inside of him, but he knew he had to punish his arrogant lover for denying him the same opportunity. Spitting him out in the sink had hurt his feelings somewhat, but that would also be corrected.

Harry slid back on the bed, and then in a moment of inspiration, he turned over, getting on all fours. The jolt that went through Draco at seeing his raven haired god on his knees almost knocked him down. He rushed to the dresser, grabbed his wand, and then moved up to Harry quickly. He muttered the lubrication spell and pushed into Harry, not even bothering to prepare him. He felt Harry tense underneath him, but he didn’t resist. He pushed forward more, feeling his depths envelop him. He sighed in pleasure and he grabbed Harry’s hips firmly.

As he began thrusting, Harry lowered his upper body, giving Draco better access. Draco looked down, watching himself slid into Harry. The effect was dizzying and intoxicating. He could feel his excitement triple. He slammed hard into Harry, loving the sound of his grunting. Harry was now stroking himself and pushing himself against Draco, opening himself more. He bent down and grabbed Harry’s waist, driving into him. Draco couldn’t hear Harry anymore, due to his own cries of pleasure as his eruption came.

Harry cried out when he felt Draco’s essence shoot into him. He pushed back harder, squeezing his muscles to hold Draco tighter. He could feel Draco writhe out of control behind him, his fingers skittering over his flesh with a mind of their own. Draco drove forth in one last burst, driving Harry forward on the bed. Draco collapsed on top of him and they both lay there, exhausted. Draco pulled out from Harry slowly, found his wand and cleaned them both. He reached out to touch Harry’s hair, finding the texture most pleasing. Harry opened his eyes and looked directly at Draco.

Draco’s breath caught. Harry was so beautiful to him. His eyes, his face, his movements; how had he not seen this so long ago? He had wasted so much time hating this man. What a travesty.

Harry sat up and his finally took in his surroundings. The large queen size bed they now reclined on was covered with a forest green comforter blazoned with the Slytherin coat of arms. Draco had very expensive taste and Harry could tell that everything in here probably cost more then the Weasleys earned in year. He glanced toward the open wardrobe. Draco’s clothes were made from the finest materials in name brand wizard wear. Harry was impressed. His attention was drawn back to the blonde on the bed.

Draco was extraordinarily good looking. In Harry’s opinion, he was the best looking guy in Hogwarts, even if he never would have openly admitted it. The cool mercurial eyes, the platinum blonde hair, the creamy flawless skin; all served a delectable dish. Draco had also bulked up from his Quidditch playing. No longer was he all pointy and skinny from first year. He had a larger build now, with toned muscles and defined abs. He was still not as big as Harry in the shoulders and chest, but he had his own appeal.

Harry got up and began to put on his clothes. Draco watched him, an angry scowl forming. He pushed it away when Harry looked at him, cloak in hand.

“I’d better go. Thanks again for helping me with the books.” He suddenly looked awkward and shy. And absolutely adorable.

“Yeah, no problem. It was cool.” Draco found himself playing with his comforter, unable to meet Harry’s eyes. He wanted to say more, to ask Harry to stay, but the words were not coming. He looked up, just in time to see his bedroom door close. He fell back against the covers, confusion mounting again.

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Harry quietly slipped out of the common room and moved quickly through the dungeons. He was surprised to see Remus heading to one of the Potions classrooms. He saw Remus enter and then heard the familiar irritated tone of Snape. Harry stopped and leaned against the wall to hear.

“To what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” Severus was standing behind a desk, a stack of papers in front of him.

Remus crossed his arms. “You have been ignoring my requests, Severus. I want to talk about Harry. Have you found out anything?”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “No where in my contract does it stipulate that I report to you, Lupin.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Cut the shit, Severus. I’m not in the mood.” The golden eyes sparkled dangerously.

Severus blinked. Had Lupin just mouthed off to him? He walked around his desk, his black robes swirling as he glided effortlessly and stood in front of Lupin.

“I would think that you had better fix that mouth of yours, Werewolf, or you’ll find yourself without a certain little potion. I would hate for you to run amuck in the castle, killing all of these children. How horrible that thought must be for you.”

“Yes, how horrible in deed. But be certain that I would personally make sure that I found you first. Trust me when I say, I will leave you with the gift that keeps on giving. I may do it anyway.”

Severus’s mouth curled in a sneer. “Seeing as it’s close to a full moon, I would dare say that your attitude is being influenced by moon beams. I will not pay any attention to your empty rhetoric.”

Remus suddenly looked tired. “Severus, have you found anything or not? Why must this always be so unpleasant? I’m worried about Harry and that is the only reason I am even talking to you. The sooner you tell me, the sooner you can get out of my face. Surely even you can see the benefit of that.”

Severus stayed quiet for several moments. “It would seem that Mr. Potter has indeed been infected by the blood of the Vargulf clan. The werewolf that attacked him had been exposed to it.”

Remus’ eyes widened. "Then it is as I feared. Someone has been able to siphon the transformation ability. You are sure that he has the blood poison as well?”

“It would appear so. But Potter claims that he hasn’t been experiencing any symptoms. I don’t believe him of course. The very few ancient texts left tell how they were often mad, because their different type of werewolf blood didn’t mix well the wizard magic. They were prone to uncontrollable bursts of magic, uncontrollable rage, mood swings, and attracting dark magic and creatures. The list is endless.”

Remus slammed his fist down on the table. “This is unbelievable! How much can happen to one person? Hasn’t he suffered enough? He never gets a break!”

Severus watched Remus’s outburst with distaste. “Potter has a penchant for finding trouble. It was obviously genetic so that is not entirely his doing. I am amazed that he has managed to last as long as he has, without getting expelled, sent to Azkaban or killed.”

“Severus, this has nothing to do with Harry getting detentions. This is serious! You know how dangerous this is! Have you told Albus? What can be done for Harry?”

“No, I haven’t. I just finished my research on this today. Albus is at the Ministry, he won’t be back until tomorrow. I will of course inform him.”

“What about Harry?”

“I don’t know what can be done for him. The medications and antidotes for the poison have long since been extinct. I hate to admit that I don’t even know what it is. Besides, that is only part of the problem. There is something else in his system as well. It has left a dark magic signature.”

Remus looked up sharply. “A dark magic signature? Like what?”

Severus sneered slightly. “A presence of some sort. It could be another entity. It could also be some sort of dark spell.”

“A presence? Like he’s being possessed? How can this be? We would know! Is there anyway we can find out what it is?”

“And how do you suggest we do that? It’s almost impossible to tell if anyone is under the Imperius, let alone being possessed by some entity! That would take months to find the proper spell or potion to unearth something like that. If Potter is possessed, the entity would have taken over long before then. Unless Potter willingly tells us, or there is some obvious tell-tale sign, there is no easy way to find out if there is another presence.”

Remus swallowed hard. “I would know if Harry was possessed. He would’ve told me. I would know. There must be something else that is causing it. I will have to talk to Harry soon. Thank you, Severus.” He turned and walked out, his face etched with concern.

Harry stood against the wall until Remus was a long gone. Harry then started out for Gryffindor. So, Snape had some knowledge that Harry had a silent partner. However, it would take a long time before Snape was able to do anything about it or find out if it was true. By then, Harry would be well into his plan and Snape wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway. He smiled to himself.

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Once Harry fell asleep, his silent partner woke up, coiling itself around Harry’s dreams. It had its own plan. Things were working out well. It now had the Slytherin boy assisting its host, which would make the work faster. Its host could control the Slytherin brat. It was obvious that the pretty blonde morsel loved its dark haired maker. Its maker loved the blonde back with equal passion, although they both tried to hide it. It found it odd that the two would hide their inner love. Wizards were much more powerful when they consummated and embraced their passion and greatest loves. These two were already powerful wizards, but had yet to unlock their boundless power. It had been eons since it had a taste of carnal pleasure, and it was quite pleased that the love making between the two was an exquisite experience.

For now it would wait, poisoning the dreams; twisting them to what it wanted.


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