Hate Me Damn It!!!

Key: “ ” = talking
‘’ = thinking
/ / = Parseltongue
**= song (Draco)
~~= song (other then Draco)
Ok. Im a super star apparently...a girl in my typing class who I’ve never met b4 and never even TALKED to b4 walks up to me, hands me a journal asked for my autograph and I was like why...? and she said duh bitch! Your story on AFF! And I was like HEE?! (japanese word for what?!) So yea...room mate Lisa and idiot boyfriend gave the address out to some ppl and they told some ppls and yada yada ya’ll get the point. Even some of my professor’s know about it! O.O Oh well. The more the merrier. Altho im sure my creative writeing prof Mrs. Robback will not be pleased if she finds out about my past time. Ahem... ///.///
Anywho this is my new chap and it has a LOT of swearing!! Also Draco strip dancing to Sexy Back. A goth that listens to Justin Timberlake....*sweat drops* It’s sad I know.
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In the Miniseries of Magic’s new holding prison there were twelve empty jail cells, and one with a prisoner. A blonde prisoner. A pissed off blonde prisoner. A pissed off blonde prisoner who was leaning on the wall and cursing a certain brown haired wizard in parseltongue. This was Draco Malfoy. Each jail cell was the same. Dark, dirty and bars on the windows. But Draco’s was different. Quite different.

Draco’s cell was what would happen if neat freaks and insane asylums turned into interior decorators. The walls were whiter then snow and made of soft plastic magic proof bullet proof cushions. The floor was covered in a white plush carpet that was also magic proof and stronger then steel. The only furniture in the small room was a small bed that hand no sheets, pillows or blankets just in case Draco tried to kill him self and the underframe was protected by a magic barrier in case he wanted to use it for a suicide. The other item was a small vanity table that was empty, and white like the room. It had a medium sized mirror made of bullet proof, magic proof and smash proof glass.

The only light came from the hall way light that shined through the white magic, bullet, break, blast and bend proof bars on the door and from the blinding ceiling light over head. Two Dementors were hovering outside his cell, but were far away enough so that Draco could not feel there effects. This was a good thing because Draco was in a bad enough mood.

They had taken his wand, pulled his hair back so he could not eat it and suffocate, taken his cloths and replaced them with a straight jacket and a ugly pair of white pants. He was bare foot and a lock spell was placed on his mouth so he could not use wandless magic but could talk in parseltongue.

All Draco could remember was the flight, the fight, the blow job then the kiss. After that it was all a blank. But he put two and two together when he woke up on the bed in this godforsaken place. He had spent his time mostly cursing Harry and cursing him self for being such a idiot.
/Of courssssssse he would do thissssssss. He’ssssssss like every other gay man. They turn you into begging bitchessssss and then up and leave you for another. Or jussssssst ussssssse you for the sssssssssssex! Damn you to a fucken early grave Harry Potter!!/ Draco hissed angrily to him self, his eyes on the ground following a pattern of lines in the carpet.

He was angry at Harry for tricking. He was mad at the ministry for locking him up. He was mad at his magic for not protecting him. But mostly he was mad at himself for what he did. He had sucked Harry’s cock like a street whore and liked it. He had pleasured a enemy. A man trying to capture him no less!

A man that he had loved ever since Hogwarts...
‘Maybe I’ve always been gay just never realized it...’ Draco pondered. He clenched his eyes shut, thinking yet again of how he had been tricked. How Harry had fooled him and brought him to his death. How he had kissed Draco like a lover. Tears threatened to escape his eyes, but he sucked it up when he heard the door open and some one walk in. He opened his eyes and glared ice at two guards that walked into the room. Draco noticed that the Dementors had been taken away.

‘Probably so whatever scum that was going to also enter would not get affected.’ Draco thought bitterly. A small witch with black hair that dragged behind her wearing a purple velvet robe, long red nails, a golden necklace designed as a harpy with ruby wings and a flopped purple hat walked into the room and was followed by a very fat cheery looking wizard with simple black robes and a golden monocle on his right eye. His hands were gloved and as he took his place next to the witch he petted his golden mustache, which replaced the hair that he no longer had on his head.

Pius Thicknesse entered after them, dressed in finely made robs that matched the color of clouds on a cold rainy day. His hat was neatly pointed and matched his robes in color and fine, rich look. His long black beard and hair was neatly combed, although both had more gray in them since Draco last saw the minister. His glinting eyes roamed over to Draco, studying his carefully. Draco just started back with mild interest. Then some one entered that made Draco want to lunge and kill. Harry Potter entered the room in the same outfit as Draco had last seen him, his face stuck in a look of not wanting to be there.

“Un-muteiny.” The witch spoke in a nasally voice as she wove her wand at Draco. A blue wisp of smoke came frm his lips, disappearing from view. Draco could talk, and boy did he ever. “DAMN YOU TO A FUCKEN HELL POTTER!!! WHEN I GET THIS SHIT OFF ME I’M GOING TO FUCKEN STRANGLE YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS!! YOU FUCKEN JACKASS! I HATE YOU! GO TO HELL YOU BLOODY MOTHER F-...” “MUTALIEY,” The witch shouted as she muted Draco once more “Mister Malfoy! You must control your self, or you will be seclude!” Draco glared daggers at the witch, seriously wishing that she would shrink and be crushed by that doopy hat of hers.

/Fine,/ Draco hissed, perfectly aware that Harry could in fact understand him. /I’ll talk like thisssss. Fuck. You. Potter./ Draco sneered as he smirked at the sheepish looking Harry. Harry glared and hissed back in a tone close to Draco’s. /It’ssssss my job to bring in wanted men Draco./ /DON’T CALL ME THAT! Don’t call me by my real name you jackassssss!!/ Draco hissed angrily. /Oh ssssssshut up./ Harry grumbled, calming down a bit. /Kissssssss my asssssss/ Draco replied smugly. /If you’d ssssssshut up and let them read the ssssssssentence, I jussssssst might be doing that Draco./ Harry replied ever more smugly. He smiled as Draco paled and blushed at the same time.

The fat wizard cleared his throat, catching the attention of both men. “Lets get this over with shall we?” Pius nodded in agreement. The small witch pulled out a roll of parchment and opened it before handing it to Pius. Pius cleared his throat before he began to read. “We the head council of the Ministry, Barba Toadstool, Sir George Slickback and my self, have condemned Mister Draco Malfoy, crimes against the wizarding world, to slavery under Mister Harry James Potter.”

Draco turned a pale milk white.

“If Mister Malfoy leaves Potter without permission he is to be sent back to Mister Potter,” Pius continued, “If he runs more then five times he will be sent to Azkaban for the remainder of his years. He is to be completely submissive and serving to Mister Potter. His wand and broom are to be stripped from him unless Mister Potter returns the items to Mister Malfoy. The Ministry is not responsible for what becomes of Mister Malfoy, for he is no longer a free man of the wizarding world. This sentence will be official the moment both members leave this building. Signed and approved by all three of the head council.” Pius rolled up the parchment and handed it back to Barba. The guards walked over to Draco and removed straight jacket and hair tie. Miss Toadstool removed the mute spell once more, and all but Draco and Harry exited from the room.

Draco rubbed his arms, trying to return the feeling. He glanced at the bed and noticed his normal cloths had been returned. He walked over to them and started to dress, ignoring Harry in every way. /Are you ok Draco?/ Harry hissed, not wanting any one to understand what they were saying. Draco didn’t look at him, but simply replied /Fuck you./. ‘Take that as a no.’ Harry thought as he half kicked him self.

/Draco, I’m ssssssssorrry. But it wasssssss all I could do. They wanted to kill you, sssssssssso I told them I would look after you./ Draco suddenly wheeled around, his face filled with rage. “SHUT UP POTTER! I never want to see you again!” Draco growled as he finished dressing. “Kinda hard when I own you.” Harry muttered. Draco glared again. “Call me slave and you lose you’re ball’s!” Draco growled angrily.

“Wasn’t going to Mister Ice Prince.” Harry replied, mockingly. Draco just walked past him out of the cell and into the hall. Harry blinked before rushing after Draco. “HEY! Draco! Were are you going?” When Harry did catch up with Draco they were already near a fireplace. “Im going home.” Draco bitterly replied, wanting nothing more to do with Harry.

Suddenly he was grabbed by his shirt and pulled back. He turned to face a glaring Harry. “Your not going home Draco. Or did you not hear the minister? You belong to me and if you leave the whole Auror army will be after your ass, not to mention that ‘five times your out’ thing. So you’re coming with me!”

Draco glared at Harry with more hate then ever. “Just shut up Potter. You know, once I might have liked you. But after what you did I would not even shit in your area!” This confused Harry a bit. “What I...What are you talking about ‘what I did to you’?” Harry asked. Draco scoffed and crossed his arms. “The little ‘gift’ I gave you. I sucked your dick and what do you fucking do? You knock me out and drag me here so I can become your toy.” Harry growled, royally pissed off. “I didnt plan it this way, but I could not just leave you! It’s against every thing I swore to when I took this job!”

Draco scoffed. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever. All I know is I got to go to work, and your in my way.” Suddenly Draco walked into the fireplace and was gone. Harry was shocked. Mostly because Draco had not changed since Hogwarts. He was still as stubborn as an ass, yet as handsome as a prince. But suddenly something struck him about what Draco had said. ‘Work? Were would Draco Malfoy work?’ Harry pondered. He removed his wand and pointed it at the fire place, muttering a tracer spell. He removed a hooded cloak and placed it on him, just in case, and entered the fireplace.

When he exited he found him self in a VERY bad looking area. Wizard and muggle’s alike were walking down the filthy street, entering and exiting dirty hotels, bars, strip clubs and dark alleys, alone or with someone. Harry grimaced at the sight of a muggle female who was wearing only a red bra, thong, knee high heels and a black leather jacket. She took a long inhale on her cigarette before a wizard man came up to her and started to talk to her. He gave her a hundred dollars and both walked into a hotel. Harry gagged at the thought of them together.

He looked around, shocked at the thought of Draco working in a place like this. As he started to walk, not wanting to stay still in this place to long, he suddenly he heard some one. Some one very very familiar. “Slut! I cant believe you!” the voice joked. Harry walked down a bit and immediately saw the owner of the voice.

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise was leaning on a wall holding a cigarette that was inside a very fancy cigarette holder. He was wearing a skin tight green shirt with a black trim on the arms, black leather pants, green high heels, his hair now past his ass was done in a french braid by red and green ties, a emerald lip ring, green nail polish & dark green eye shadow. He was talking to a group of similar looking men, although none but him smoked.

“Blaise!” Harry shouted to the dark haired boy. Blaise looked at him, confused and shocked. “Excuse me wanna bee’s.” Zabini muttered as he sauntered over to Harry, his hips swinging. Blaise smirked at Harry as he stopped in front of him. “Well well well. What do ya know. It’s Harry fucken Potter.” Harry glared at him, sighing. ‘This must be my new nickname.’ He thought bitterly. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I just want to know were Draco is.”

“And why, dear Harry, should I tell you?” Zabini asked smugly. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it as Blaise’s south area. “Because if you don’t Im going to make sure you lose your jewels. And Im not talking about the ring.” Blaise paled. “He works at the Magic Wand. Just down the street,” Blaise squeaked “The password is Cock Fight.” Harry smirked and put his wand away and headed down the street.

‘The Magic Wand? Sounds like some lame little club.’ Harry thought as he searched the streets. He finally stopped infront of a navy blue building that had flashing neon lights of men spinging around a pole and dancing. A hovering sign over the building read The Magic Wand. Harry suddenly took back his ‘lame little club’ remark. It was three stories high and each window was designed as a heart, even the glass was red. Harry walked up to the black oak door and knocked. An eye hole opened and two dark blue eyes studied him. “Pass word?” a gruff voice asked. “Cockfight” Harry whispered only loud enough for the man to hear him. The eye hole closed and the door opened with a crack from its hinges. Harry rushed inside, hearing the door close behind him. Inside was much, much different then out side.

The walls were a ruby red, and had paintings of naked men or half naked men on them. The paintings were moving and doing very sexy things. The floor was made rich brown wood. A bar was over to the back wall and was lined with leather spinning chairs. Mini chandeliers lit the room. Tables were scattered around the room but not many people were sitting at the table. Some were at the bar, but most were in black leather chairs, like the ones at the bar, around the three cat walks.

A red headed male with tan skin was spinning on a pole on one cat walk, a black short haired man was dancing on another and two men, a blonde and mohawked man, were kissing heavenly on the last. Harry felt his cock give a twitch as he stared in a daze at the blonde and his partner. Suddenly a drum roll started and all the men feld from the cat walks and behind a golden curtain. A spot light shown on the middle cat walk, lonset and widest of them all, and a women’s voice came over a the speakers. “The Magic Wand is proud to present the moment you have all been waiting for...Draco Malfoy!!”

Harry half fell over, his eyes wider then the tables.

The hole room dimmed and music started. Harry recognized the beat. It was Justin Timberlake’s ‘Sexy Back’. Harry suddenly found him self in the chair in-front of the cat walk. The curtain pulled back and Draco walked out, hips swinging to the beat. He was wearing black leather pants that look painted to his skin, dark green gloves that went almost up to his shoulders, black high heeled boots and no shirt so every one could see his to silver nipple rings that had a chain connecting them. He walked up to the middle of the walk and started to mouth to the words.

*I’m bringing sexy back. Them other boys don’t know how to act. I think you're special, what's behind your back? So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.*

~Take ‘em to the bridge~

As he sang he moved his hands over his chest and slowly rotated his hips in union. Harry watched, transfixed, as Draco danced. Men in red thongs of every race, hair color and sexy body shape came out and started to spin around poles. Two men came up to Draco and put fake shackles onto Draco’s arms and pulled out whips. *
Dirty babe. You see the shackles, baby I’m your slave. I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave.* Suddenly the men with whips whipped the floor in front of Draco and Harry jumped.
*It’s just that no one makes me feel this way*

~Take 'em to the chorus!~

Draco suddenly spun around and got on his knees, facing the right side of the catwalk.
*~Come here boy. Go ahead, be gone with it. Come to the back. Go ahead, be gone with it. VIP. Go ahead, be gone with it. Drinks on me. Go ahead, be gone with it. Let me see what you’re working with. Go ahead, be gone with it. Look at those hips~* Draco and the men suddenly shook there hips and Harry felt his pants tighten even more. Glad to hell he was wearing a robe he slipped a hand into his pants and rubbed his semi-hard cock as the show continued.

*~Go ahead, be gone with it. You make me smile. Go ahead, be gone with it. Go ahead child. Go ahead, be gone with it. And get your sexy on. Go ahead, be gone with it. Get your sexy on. Go ahead, be gone with it.~*

The men pulled Draco up and started to rub his chest as the verus repeated about six times, every time the hip part came Draco rolled or shook his hips and Harry let out a small moan. Finally they started a new part of the song. Draco started to walk down the cat walk and sat down, not 5 feet away from Harry. Harry gulped, hoping the hood hide his face well enough so Draco could not tell it was him.

*I’m bringing sexy back. Them other fucker’s don’t know how to act. Come let me make up for the things you lack. 'Cause you're burning up I gotta get it fast*

Draco got on his hands and knees in a animal like way and crawled up to Harry, the nipple ring chain about 5 inches away from his face. Harry’s breath flew out of his lungs as the men started to dance and mouth the annoying chorus. Draco didnt join in. He just looked at Harry and Harry knew instantly that Draco knew who he was. Draco got onto his knees and rolled his hips slowly, the tent action in his leather pants obvious.

As Draco started to sing again it was more as a purr.

*I’m bringing sexy back. You mother fucker’s watch how I attack. If that’s you better, watch your back Harry. Cause you burning up for me, and that’s a fact*

Harry half fell out of the chair. Draco smirked evilly as he leaned over so his nipple chain was in front of Harry’s mouth. “Bite it, pull it, hurt me, own me.” Draco purred. Harry was confused. One moment Draco was close trying to give him a deadly sex change with his own hands, and now he was half jumping Harry. ‘Oh shut up and bite.’ His inner voice ordered him. And he obeyed happily.

He wrapped his tongue around the slow chain and removed his hands from his pants so he could hold Draco’s hips. He moved the chain around and was rewarded by Draco’s small groan. Harry pulled back, tugging the chain and Draco’s now hard nipples. Draco threw his head back and squealed in pleasure. By now the song had ended, and all eyes were all over Harry’s and Draco’s hot and sexy scene.

Harry let the chain go and Draco pulled back, smiling sexily. Draco suddenly climbed off the stage and sat in Harry’s lap, putting his still cuffed arms around Harry’s neck. He started to ever so slowly roll on Harry’s lap. Harry threw his head back and hissed. /Ssssso nice.../ Draco pushed his cock into Harry’s lap. /Don’t get ussssssed to it Potter. Im only doing thissssss ssssssso I get a good tip./ Draco half purred, half growled. Harry looked at him. /Ssssssso why are you doing it to me? There’ssssssss other men here./ Draco blushed. /Ssssssshut up Potter. Im ssssssstill mad at you for what you did./ Draco growled softly as there clothed erection’s rubbed together.

/Sssssso why me?/ Draco asked casually, even if there were ins a very, VERY uncausal position. Harry looked at him. The answer was obvious. /Becaussssssse Draco, around the ssssssssecound year I sssssstarted to ssssssssee how sssssssexy and handsssssssome you were becoming./ Harry suddenly hugged Draco closed to him. /When you were put on the run, I knew that I had to have you. No one but me could touch you. That night...that night that you sssssssssucked me off I fell even more in love. That’sssssss why I wanted you. Never to hurt you, never ever. Jusssssst to...to be with you./

Tears were in Draco’s eyes. Another ability that had he had picked up was knowing when people could lie, because he had been lied to many times before during and before Hogwarts, and Harry was not lying. Draco suddenly unhooked his arms from Harry, undid the cuffs and climbed onto the stage. He dropped the shackles onto Harry’s lap and walked back behind the curtain, leaving a very confused Harry behind and a room full of shocked on lookers.

Harry looked at the cuffs, confused on why Draco had left them. Suddenly a brown haired man elbowed him, laughing with a Scottish accent . “Lucky son of a bitch! What the hell you do mate?” Harry looked at him, confused. “Huh?” Harry asked and the man laughed again. “Don’t ye know that when a dancer leaves something behind that means you get to go back stage into a private room with the dancer?”

Harry’s eyes widen and he dropped the cuffs. Draco had just gave him a invite to heaven. And Harry took it. It grabbed the cuffs, rushed to the bar keeper, asked about were the back way was and ran into a door way that was marked Dancers Private Rooms.
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Ok! Thats all for now. Yea yea yea I know I should have waited a bit to get them to love but I could not wait! V_V But don’t worry, there’ll be a few fights but later. Next chap.....

HOT SMEXY BOY SEX!!!!!!!!! ^0^ Ok, Buzz byes! Oh, and keep a look out for my up and coming Pointed Tail And Cross Bones JackxLock story. Ok, ta ta for now! Im going to go sleep...so tired...+ im sick. T.T