A Song Unsung
Harry's Trap, Draco's Denial
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There will be hints of BDSM coming up in later chapters, so you are warned. This is the *unedited* version of this fic, available only on my website and AFF. FFN is now edited from this chapter on. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please do review. I write based on reviews.
Yes I am JK Rowling, I am a closet bisexual slasher and Draco is my fantasy man. (Rolls eyes).
Flames will be used to torch the store I work in since it\'s retail and I hate it. Final warning: this is not a Pro-Gryffindor, Pro-Dumbledore, Pro-Trio fic. I have DarkParselmouth!Harry and Bastard!Draco. There is violence, anger in this fic, there will be no MPreg and NO lovey-dovey Draco who is devoted to his equally adoring yet innocent and naïve Harry. If you want that kind of fic, go someplace else.
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After the password was spoke, Blaise made a sweeping motion with his arms. “Welcome Potter, to the Slytherin Domain – creation place of those who actually have a future.”
Harry said nothing, just folded his arms across his chest and waited. ‘Nothing I haven’t seen before.’ He thought. ‘Oh, they moved that table Malfoy stole the present from.’
“How the hell did you know about that?” Draco interrupted.
“I’m just full of surprises.” Harry smirked.
“Button it Golden Boy.” Pansy interjected, cut off by the furious slashing motion of Harry’s hands.
“Let me make one thing straight to you all right now.” He began, eyes glowing like hot coals. “I am not the ‘Golden Boy.’ I have no idea how that stupid nickname got started, but it is not I. I am sick and tired of being referred to as the ‘Golden Boy’ constantly and knowing that people use it in place of my name. If I have to endure being here, call me by MY name – either first or last, I don’t care, but no more of this bloody ‘Golden Boy!’ The next person who calls me that is getting my foot wedged up their arse in a rather painful manner!”
Silence fell before Goyle nodded. “Fine Potter,” he spat his name. “You are not the ‘Golden Boy.’ Never would have guessed it anyway after that little incident a few days ago.”
‘Heaven help us.’ Draco groaned mentally. ‘He’s growing morsuffsufferable by the minute.’
“You’re a fine one to talk Malfoy.” Harry snorted.
Draco clenched his teeth in anger. “Well Mr. Dark Wizard, since you are here, we are going to show you just what we expect of our personal manservant, and Snape told me that I have free reign to do whatever I like to you.”
“Save violating my body.”
“No, no, I can even do that if I want to.” Draco gave a very feline smile. “So you’d better behave.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“What a loaded question.” Draco drawled.
“Whatever happens to you here, remains here, you understand that Potter?” Blaise said abruptly. “Not another living soul is to know.”
Harry glared at him sullenly. “What are you going to be nice to me now?”
Draco chuckled. “Not quite.”
“As we said, you have been labelled as a Dark Wizard. WE are Dark Wizards and Witches and calling you one is an insult to us. So, while we rejoice in your fall off that pedestal the world has put you on, we have to make sure that you don’t bring shame to our kind.” Blaise explained.
“We’re about to show you what being a Dark Wizard Truly means.”
“You’re not telling me…”
Hermione paced and tapped her foot and waited for Harry to return from his first night of working with the Slytherins. Fury still blinded her at being hushed by him, at being FAILED by Snape! This was going to absolutely destroy her GPA and ruin her futurans.ans. When it came to her grades, she was perfect and just as ruthless as any Death Eater, determined to show the world that she, a muggle born could and would be the best witch who had ever lived. “Harry!” she barked when she heard footsteps.
A hesitation, and then Harry’s unruly head appeared. “Hermione.”
“We need to talk. Now.” She pointed to the couch. “Sit.”
“I don’t think we do Hermione.” Harry drawled, sounding uncannily like Draco.
“Why are you acting like this? Why are you doing this?” she demanded.
“None of your damn business.” Harry snapped. ‘Just leave me alone! Stay out of it!’ he thought desperately, for one moment feeling like his old self, the self that had existed before Sirius’ death, the Harry that had been visible before summer.
“I won’t leave this alone! Harry you are the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, everyone says it, everyone knows it!” Hermione burst. “Yet you are acting just as covert and as evil as any Slytherin! You have punched Malfoy – commendable to be sure, but you are sullen and I KNOW you have something to hide!”
“It’s not your place to know Hermione!” Harry retorted, feeling his temper start to slip.
“It IS my place Harry!” Hermione pushed. “You have made me fail Snape’s s! Ys! You have cost me any possible future that I might have; you have tarnished MY sterling reputation. Now Golden Boy, tell me what is troubling you.”
“You can’t understand!” Harry snarled. “You will NEVER understand!”
Hermione’s face softened. “Is it because of Sirius? I know you’ve never properly grieved over him.”
“Sirius has nothing to do with it!”
Her face hardened again. “Then what is it? Tell me now.”
Harry shook his head and walked backwards to the stairs that led to the boys’ dormitories. “I won’t tell you, so stop meddling where you’re not wanted. Be content to know that it is something you have no concept of, and something that will never be explained in any book. The Harry you knew is gone.”
“Why?”
“Life just works out that way.” Harry muttered.
“That’s not fair Harry.”
“It never is.”
‘Most interesting.’ Draco concluded, withdrawing his presence from Harry’s mind. The twisting and turnpathpaths that he found every time he entered amazed him, a complex web, intricate in it’s design, making him respect the Gryffindor far more than he ever thought he could. Granted, he still hated his guts, still wanted him dead in the most painful way possible, however…it was looking like Potter was his partner – a disgusting and deplorable thought, one that made Draco nauseous to think of. Potter every day for the rest of his life. Potter in his bed. Potter naked!
Putting a hand over his mouth as he heaved at that thought, he turned his thoughts elsewhere. It wasn’t that it was a male, he enjoyed his gender in every way possible, but…it was POTTER!
Making a disgusted face, Draco began to hunt for some potion to calm his stomach as he thought of the look on Harry’s face when they told him just what he was expected to do.
**“You’re not telling me…”
“Oh but we are Potter, we are.” Draco assured him. “Along with being my manservant and performing the most menial tasks that I require of you…”
“Does kicking your arse count?”
“And being the manservant to every other Slytherin…”
“Why not just call me a sex slave and be done with it?”
“You’re not big enough for me Potter.” Pansy piped up.
“You will learn what we learn about being a Dark Wizard. You wile whe what WE have to undergo, what we have to endure. You will work harder here than at any classes, and you will tell no one.”
“And if I refuse – which I have every intention of doing?”
“Oh I hope you do. Then I get to punish you Potter,” Draco walked towards him, a predatory gleam in his eye as he leaned in close to his ear. “And I assure you, you will NOT like it, and it WILL hurt.”
Harry smirked at him. “You think you have the stones to punish me?”
“I have two rather large ones in my trousers as we speak.”
“Somehow I doubt it, unless pebbles pass for stones these days?” Harry blinked innocently.
“Someday you will have to tell me where you learned your ability of the verbal parry and thrust.”
“Thrust, you say?” Harry arched an eyebrow, for all the world looking like a Slytherin. “You wish.”
Crabbe snorted in the background. “You’re too straight to ever fully understand what Draco is saying Potter, so give up.”
“It’s not in my nature to back down.” Harry replied easily. “And who said I was straight?”
Blinks all around. Pansy’s jaw dropped. “You’re…”
“My pendulum goes both ways, not that it’s any of your business.”
Draco reached into Harry’s head, desiring to see what he was REALLY thinking…
…and Harry was waiting.
::Hands warms slicslick sliding down a naked torso only to caress hardening flesh. Teeth and tongue working overtime, touching, nipping, teasing as moans filled the heavy scented air and a back arched in pleasure. “I never knew…I never knew…”
::A guttural growl… “Yes…”
::A hiss of erotic joy… “Now…take me…”
::A moan of pure and utter defeat, a face contorted in ecstasy. “Harry…” ::An::An arse thoroughly pummelled, turning into an abyss as a well screwed blond thrust back on the flesh that shoved him into a wall and a hand toyed with the weeping tip of his dong…
::Curses and prayers dropped from lips as he was mounted again and again, like a rutting beast, pain and pleasure so intertwined that he was uncertain where one ended and the other began…his penis freely flowing down his stomach and legs, a hand sliding around his sticky juices…
::Worshipping the feel of Harry in his arse, that huge cock that slid like a piston bruising his cheeks, caressing his prostate. “Do it harder!” he commanded.
::And Harry did, thrusts and pumps coming faster, pushing so hard that his arms gave out and all he could do was follow the violent pace set forth by the unyielding and cruel grip on his slender hips. “Submit to me Malfoy…”
:: “Yes…”::
“NO!” Draco burst, face contorting. “Never! I will never submit to you Potter!”
With an abrupt gasp, Draco withdrew his mind from Harry’s, seeing the broad smile on his face, knowing he had walked into a trap. “Naughty, naughty Malfoy.”
Still winded with the sight of what Potter had prepared for him, Draco had no witty retort. Curling his lip, he drew up his chin and sneered. “Never going to happen Potter. Never.”
Harry had laughed before leaning towards Malfoy. “I will make you submit to me Malfoy and repay you in spades for what you have done to me. And I assure YOU, you WILL like it.**
Ron plopped down next to his girlfriend in the Great Hall. “So, how did it go?”
“Don’t ask.” She said shortly.
“That bad?”
“Worse.” She shook her head. “Damn it! I should’ve broken him by now! I give up!” she said this last part loud enough for the Hall to erupt in its daily dose of whispering gossip.
“Hermione has given up on him.”
“Our Golden Boy is gone.”
“He is a Dark Wizard now.”
“What will happen to him?”
“What do we do?”
“Ignore him.”
“Pretend he doesn’t exist.”
“Ignore him.”
“Nothing but a Dark Wizard. Harry Potter, the Golden Boy is dead.”
Harry heard this final whisper before entering the Great Hall and froze. ‘So they’re going to ignore me and pretend that I don’t exist? Why couldn’t they do that before?’
‘You’re the Great Saviour Potter.’
‘Get the hell out of my head, I TOLD you already that I don’t want you invading my privacy!’
‘If you are stupid and weak enough to let me in, then you deserve everything you get. You never cut me any slack…half blood.’
‘I’m getting awfully sick of you calling me that Malfoy – especially since I’m not. Come out here and we’ll even the score.’
‘You want to dominate me Potter?’ amusement echoed in his head. ‘You can’t handle me. You will bow down before me before the end.’
‘I will never submit to you.’
‘l sel see.’
Draco blinked a few times when he felt a mental wall go up as Potter blocked him rudely from his mind. ‘He shouldn’t be able to do that.’ He thought angrily. ‘NO ONE blocks me from their mind! Everyone’s brain is a playground that I can enter at will.’
He remembered his father’s words in his letter. ‘If he can block you out and enter your mind, you have found your partner.’
“Never!” he swore. Draco would rather go through life alone, than be paired with Potter - no matter how intruiging Draco was starting to find his open mind. It was time to start humilating the Git Who Lived by airing his personal thoughts to the school. He\'d regret the trap he laid for Draco earlier - Draco would see to it personally.
Harry seethed at the constant presence in his mind. Grateful at the ability to finally, FINALLY block the git out, he began his next plan to make it very obvious to Malfoy that he had to mind his own business – and let him know just what he thought of his ‘Dark Wizard’ lessons. Malfoy was going to bleed. Again.
Ron sighed as he walked up to Professor McGonagall. Time to bring in the big guns so to speak to talk to Harry. “Professor?”
“Mr. Weasley?”
“I think Harry should be taken out of Gryffindor.”
Snape drank deep of his coffee and sighed, having heard all about the incident last night and observing the reactions of the Great Hall this morning. “Like it or not Draco,” he murmured. “He is your partner. Which one of you will be in charge however is another story.” He sighed. “Let the games begin.”
Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle plotted. Potter would come to the dorms again that night, and this time they would be ready.
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