A Song Unsung

Well here as promised is the new chapter of my fic! I hope you all enjoy! Not much to say here, I think I expressed it all in my author’s notes of a few days ago. Please visit my website at www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com. I am accepting HP submissions of any ship (save H/G, H/Hr and R/Anyone - I don\'t like Ron, Hermione or Ginny in case you haven\'t guessed by now).

This is not a Pro-Gryffindor, pro-Dumbledore, pro-Trio fic. I have darkness, violence and BDSM elements in this fic. If you do not like such things – go away!

Flames will be used as objects of scorn, tittering and ridicule. I will hunt you down and blast your arse from here to eternity.

Yes, I am JK Rowling and I am a dominatrix at heart. (Riiiiight.)

**Deny me if you think you can
But I always get my man
And before this night is through
I will corrupt you
-Karissa Noël - Corrupt**

Harry stared in shock at Professor McGonagall. “You’re taking me out of Gryffindor? Why?”

McGonagall looked uncomfortable. “Some of your Housemates have expressed discomfort in having you in their dormitory and House.”

“What classmates?” Harry demanded.

“That’s not important. I told you the other day Potter just how foolish you were to remind the others that you’re a Parselmouth – and linked to the dark.” She said sternly. “You know full well that Gryffindors – out of all other Houses in Hogwarts HATE anything to do with the Dark, with Voldemort.”

“I saved their sodding lives!” Harry protested.

“That doesn’t matter.” McGonagall continued. “You reminded them of your very direct link to Voldemort; you let them remember that he can see through YOUR eyes. Simply put Potter – they are afraid of you.”

“They don’t want me.” Harry said dully.

Professor McGonagall actually looked sad. “No. They don’t.”

“Where am I to go then?”

“Not Ravenclaw surely – you have not the wit to survive there and certainly not Hufflepuff – you’d scare them to death.” She hesitated – humourous in Harry’s opinion since she had already torn his world apart, she hesitated now. He knew what was coming, knew the answer she had prepared. “I thought…”

“No.” Harry said flatly.

“It’s the best choice.” Professor McGonagall persisted. “Someone with your talents…you belong…”

“I refuse to live in Slytherin House.” Harry shook his head. “I’d rather live along in the dungeons than live with Slytherins, near…” he shuddered. “Malfoy!”

“I’m afraid the decision is final Potter.” McGonagall sighed.

‘Why the hell did you make it seem like I had a choice then you old sodding cow?’ Harry thought hatefully, eyeing his former Head of House with more venom than he had ever directed at another living soul.

“You are reassigned to the Slytherin dormitories for the duration of your Hogwarts education.”


Draco suppressed a yawn as the persistent tapping on his head made him very aware of Noctem, his owl. He blinked and glanced around, realizing he had dozed off in a chair in the Common Room – skiving off classes for the rest of the day. He snatched the letter from Noctem’s beak and slowly opened it, eyes shining as he remembered the rapid missive he had penned after Potter had attempted to bash his brains in.

*Father,’ it had begun.

*Obviously in your deluded and advanced old state with ancient information on male Veela you have leapt to the fantastical assumption I had found my partner. I assure you – I have not. So what if he can block me out of his thoughts and enter mine with the same ease I can enter his? So what if I find that on some deep level (very deep Father) we have something in common? I CANNOT have found my partner for several reasons.

The largest reason being that the arse is male as I mentioned previously – I DO prefer a bit of tail Father! I am bisexual, not wholly queer and refuse to spend the rest of MY life tied to a bloke! The other factor is that I hate his guts with every fibre of my being – almost as much as he hates me. I’d rather (and will) spend the rest of my life alone with my right hand if I must – but I refuse to take him as my own.

-*Draco

It was the only time in his life he had ever sounded off to his Father like that, had ever informed him that he would not be obedient to his wishes – and it felt good. A life alone, with one night stands sounded perfectly acceptable in Draco’s opinion.

Now, obviously his Father was not pleased judging by the rapid response – he never gave an answer in the same day he received one! Draco had a sneaking suspicion it was not going to be something he wanted to hear.

*Draconis (Draco winced – his full name. His Father must be livid.)

*Have I not tt yot you anything over the course of your increasingly short life? Have you become so ignorant and disobedient in your time away from home that you think you can fight this – or me? I TOLD you that you were to identify your partner if possible – gender doesn’t matter, I thought I had made this perfectly clear – and I KNOW my son that you could care less about what gender shares your bed. Indeed I recollect hearing a report about you and several males and females in a most unorthodox position in the rafters of the Charms classroom? Something called \'Shag O Rama?\'

‘How the HELL did he find out about that?’ Draco thought angrily.

*Judging from the sloppiness of your missive – I am disappointed Draconis - what have I told you about your penmanship? What I did discern about him being your worst enemy leads me to the conclusion that it is one Harry Potter. Not a good match I assure you, and our Lord WILL want you to betray and kill your mate – how will you get out of this one Draconis?

*I find myself in a quandary now. You can’t kill him as you well know, for you will be so much a part of each other’s mind that, like conjoined twins, separation would be fatal.

*As for you declaring you will never take him – need I remind you my wayward son that once you identify and confirm your life partner, you have only 14 short weeks to make them your own – by force or not – or YOU die? I assure you, I do not want my only heir dying because he’s acting like a jackanapes - and making your mother give birth and raise another child is just so exhausting.

*Accept the fact that Potter is your Partner and join with him. I don’t care how or when, just do it! You have 4 weeks to carry this out - my timeline and genetics be damned. Remember my son – you don’t have to like him any more than he likes you – but you do have to shag him on a regular basis for the rest of your life. You are well trained in the physical arts my son - we both know this, so there will pleasure abounding. Take him, I will not give you this order again.

*Since you now know the identity of your partner, at Yule you shall speak your vows and join the Dark Lord, there is no reason not to. I expect you to follow our plans exactly Draconis – change nothing because of Potter, these are complex plans years in the making as you well know.

*Remember Malfoy Pride

-Lucius.

Draco closed his eyes, rage making him vibrate in the seat. ‘Breathe.’ He reminded himself. ‘Breathe.’

He didn’t WANT to face the truth, didn’t want to accept his Father’s decree. He had to tell Potter – and this was one fight that the masses would NOT see. “Farq.” He said aloud, falling back into the chair.

Professor Snape stared at McGonagall and Dumbledore with the utmost distaste in his expression. “You’re removing him from the only place he’s truly called a home and placing him with people who want him dead?” he asked carefully, reaching for his coffee cup. This plan of theirs sounded like ‘Further Adventures In Idiocy’ or something like that.

“It’s for the best Severus.” Dumbledore said in his quiet tone.

‘And I just bet he’ll blab all the secrets of Slytherin House to you.’ Snape thought angrily. ‘Unless he’s as enraged over this as I am, in which case he hates you and will turn against you. Fools! You are leading him closer to the edge.’ “HOW is this for the best?” He demanded. “Why are you unloading your precious Golden Boy on ME?”

“He’s not so golden anymore.” McGonagall muttered. “It all comes down to fear. The Slytherins are the only people left in Hogwarts who aren’t afraid of him. His own Housemates wanted him out!”

“Slytherin doesn’t want him in!” Snape snarled. “This is disgusting! Unacceptable! I WON’T have that little prat in my House!” in his mind were visions of Potter and Draco fighting for one-upmanship and dominance over the other. Dominance was not all about mind games after all – there was a fair amount of it that was physical.

“Our decision is final.” Dumbledore said with finality. He paused and arched an eyebrow at Snape. “And I heard the most fascinating rumour going through Greenhouse Five that you’ve made Harry being a personal manservant to the Slytherins with Draco Malfoy as his Master? Surely he hasn’t committed that grave an offence – and if he did, wouldn’t it be brought to me, the Headmaster?”

“Just a rumour Sir.” Snape replied straight-faced. Dumbledore must never know the truth…

“Very well Severus, then I’ll leave you to inform your House. Harry Potter is now a Slytherin.”

‘Just dandy.’ Snape thought. ‘Anarchy will be released.’


Silence fell in the Slytherin Common room. “You…you’re kidding…right?” Zabini stuttered, sounding remarkably like Professor Quirrell.

“I am very serious.” Snape said gravely. “Harry Potter will be your Housemate for the remainder of your Hogwarts time.”

“Will he still be our manservant?” Pansy piped up.

“You need to learn to keep your gob shut.” Snape said angrily. “I advise you to stop yapping that fact all around school Miss Parkinson. Professor Dumbledore doesn’t know about Potter being your manservant – and it stays that way.”

Pansy looked abashed. Draco looked gleeful – to have him here. In his domain. “Where will he sleep Sir?” he asked innocently.

Snape knew very well that nothing about a Malfoy was innocent and wasn’t fooled. “You think it’ll be with you?” he arched an eyebrow as snickers broke out among those gathered. “Sorry to disappoint you Draco but Potter will have his own room – to keep everyone from being disturbed.” ‘And keep him from being smothered in his sleep.’ He thought grimly.

“He can stay in our dorm.” Draco persisted.

“No he can’t!” Goyle protested. “Where would WE sleep?”

“You can go away and let Potter sleep in our dorms.” Draco replied carelessly waving a hand.

“Why do you care all of a sudden?” Blaise asked shrewdly.

“I am his Master after all.” Draco lied.

“Are you questioning my authority Malfoy?” Snape asked in a dangerously low voice.

“No Sir.”

“Good.” He fell silent for a moment. “Anything else?”

Silence fell once more and Snape left in a flourish of robes. Draco could barely restrain his grin – Potter would be wide open and vulnerable – for him.

Harry stood in the Gryffindor common room for the final time, looking like a thundercloud. Oh Mc-I’m-a-Bitch hadn’t named names, but he knew who had broached the topic of him leaving Gryffindor. Ron clambered through the portrait hole looking content. ‘You are such a farquing vapid arse.’ Harry thought, attempting to control his rage. He felt a faint ‘click’ in his head and knew his unwanted visitor was back.

“Pleased over something Ron?” Harry hissed in a low voice.

Ron froze and turned to face his livid friend. “Hey mate.”

“Don’t call me that.” Harry snapped. “I asked you a question.”

“Pleased with myself over something? What are you talking about” Ron looked confused.

“You know goddamn well what. You went to Mc-I-genuflect-at-the-feet-of-Godric didn’t you?”

“Who?” Ron scratched his head.

“McGonagall!” Harry burst. “You went to McGonagall and got me thrown out of Gryffindor!”

“Go on with you mate.” Ron stepped away from Harry, who was practically seething. He swore he could see steam rising from his black head. “I didn’t…I would never…”

“Yes you did.” Harry cut him off.

“I don’t like what your insinuating Harry.”

“Insinuating hell! I’m out and out telling you. Why did you do it?”

“I didn’t!”

“Why do you lie to me Ron?” Harry sighed. “You’re only making me angry.”

“Whoever started this rumour is a liar!”

“McGonagall says it wasn’t you.”

“Well of course not. I’m glad…” Ron sputt.
.

“You got me thrown out.” Harry repeated.

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did not.” Harry agreed. “You did not defend me.”

“Did too.” Ron said quickly.

“So you admit you did it?”

“Argh!” Ron screamed. “Yes Harry, I did it. I went to McGonagall and told her you should be taken out of Gryffindor. You just aren’t one of us anymore and no one really likes you anyway.”

‘Red haired plagued spawn of Lucifer.’

‘I resent that Potter! My father would have drowned…that at birth!’

‘Go to hell Malfoy.’

‘You go first and tell me how the weather is.’ A pause. ‘Feeling a little lonely out on that limb Potter?’ Draco’s voice echoed wickedly in his head.

‘Cripes,’ Harry groaned. ‘Sod off.’

‘No can do. Like it or not boy-o, I’m inside your head.’

“Are you happy now Ron?” Harry asked, ignoring Draco.

“With you gone…” Ron began. “I won’t be in your shadow anymore. I’ll be the Golden Boy of Gryffindor. Truthfully Harry – you threw me away a long time ago.”

‘Getting rid of the trash Potter? There’s hope for you yet.”

‘Shut up you cheap smelling, lazy, monkey resembling, chimpanzee imitating piece of…’

‘We are waiting Potter. Your Master beckons you to your new dorm. Now.’

‘Go off yourself.’

‘Doing that now.’ Harry could almost SEE the smirk. ‘Feels good.’

‘You are a sick and twisted creature.’

‘And you’re not?’
All All I want is to be left alone.’

‘Lie to the rest of the world Potter – you can’t lie to me. I know what you want.’

‘And that would be what?’

‘Pain.’


“Harry?” Ron blinked at him, snapping his fingers in front of his face. Harry’s Seeker reflexes kicked in as he snatched the offending hand away and twisted it. Years of Quidditch and outdoor chores had made Harry stronger than he looked. “Mate, you’re hurting me.”

“Never speak to me again Ronald – as of this moment we are not longer friends. Don’t call me your mate.” Harry whispered into a freckled ear. “If you think you know fear and darkness now – wait until I decide to take revenge on you for throwing me out of the only place I’ve ever called a home – even if I do find the lot of you self-righteous, close-minded hypocrites.”

Throwing Ron to the floor, Harry turned and stepped out from behind the painting. He turned to the Fat Lady and winked. “I know that when people you like tell you something that it’s easy to ignore Madam,” he began, wanting something else to hurt as much as he did. “But you’re fat.”

A gasp from an affronted and insulted woman in a painting followed him as he headed to the Slytherin dorm. Whispering something in Parseltongue to his Anaspoor, she headed towards the hiding place of her family, ready to carry out Harry’s orde



Draco waited outside the Slytherin common room for Harry to appear. True to his command, the dark haired boy appeared a moment later looking decidedly put out and pissed off. “What the hell do you want this time Malfoy?”

Draco slipped into Harry’s head, amused. He needed to learn to keep his shields up all the time. By no means had he accepted the fact that Harry would be his life partner, but he was no longer in denial that he WAS his partner. He felt Harry’s need to hurt and be hurt, wanting someone else to suffer as he did right this second.

Draco’s lips drew back in a smile as he gestured for Potter to follow him and almost glided down the hall to a dead end. Speaking the password, a part of the stone wall parted for him and he invited Potter inside.

Harry froze when he entered, expecting to see objects of sexual deviance and pleasure, not the objects he saw. “You didn’t obey me immediately Potter.” Draco said in a quiet voice.

“I am a manservant, not a slave.” Harry retorted.

“It is the same thing. A servant obeys immediately. You dawdled on your way down here, and did something with an Anaspoor…?” he arched an eyebrow. “How intriguing. We’ll delve deeper into that later. Come here, now.”

“Don’t you want me to serve you and study so I can uphold the honour and dignity of Dark Wizards everywhere?” Harry mocked.

“Later.” Draco’s eyes practically glowed. “Much later I assure you. You live in the snake’s den Potter – I can do whatever I want to you, at any time.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.” Draco smirked just as he drew back a fist and punched Harry firmly in the teeth.

Harry fell to the floor, blood oozing from his face as he grabbed Draco’s legs and pulled him down. “What the hell did you do that for?” he demanded.

Draco pulled his head close to his own, so that his lips nearly touched the bloody ones of Harry. “You want to hurt Harry – I am giving you the pain you so desperately want. I told you I’d have you under me – and I do.”

“Never.” Harry snarled, his hands wrapping around Draco’s throat and rolling them over. “Now I’m topping you.”

“Not for long.” Draco chuckled as he kneed Harry in the groin. “I am a Master of making people hurt. For all the years of torment and pain you have given me, I will hurt you. For all the insults you spewed at me – I will hurt you. For the fact that I have to be stuck with you for the rest of my life – I will destroy you.”

“What in the name of Marco- BLESSED- Polo are you talking about, stuck to me for the rest of your life?” Harry spat as he struggled to his feet.

Draco whisked him across the room and slammed him into a wall, manacling one of his hands so Harry couldn’t go anywhere. “I have something to tell you Potter, something I wish I didn’t. I wish it was ANYONE other than you – but evidently I’m paying for sins that I have committed in my life.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Harry grunted as he struggled to free his hand, to no avail.

“See, my family – to remain magically pure has bred with magical creatures. Veela, daimons, some faeries, vampires....you get the idea. In any case, the Veela blood is particularly pure in my case – making me ¾ Veela and cursed to find my mate. Unlike the female Veela, I don’t ‘follow my nose’ through life, sniffing like a bitch in heat – which is essentially all a female Veela is. I go through thoughts, looking for that kindred sprit, the one whose thought patterns match my own. As my father pointed out – the more of an opposite you are to someone, the more likely it is that that person is your mate.

“You are mine.” Draco finished.

Harry had frozen the second Malfoy had said Veela, a foreboding feeling creeping over him. By the time Malfoy had started speaking about mates, somehow he KNEW it was him. “Never.” Harry spat.

“You cannot fight this – believe me, I have for days.”

“I will never be your mate.”

“You have no choice – nor do I. I have to shag you – or I die.”

“Even better.”

“Tell that to my father.” Draco walked towards Harry, a predator approaching his prey. “We don’t have to like each other, hell; you don’t even have to be willing. I just have to screw your goddamn brains out on a regular basis.”

“I’ll fight you.” Harry warned. He paused. “That’s why you wanted me as your manservant!”

“Wrong. I wanted to torture you – still do actually. I hate you Potter, oh how I loathe and detest you – but fate has other plans.” Draco admitted. “And fight me all you want, I hate it gentle.”

“I will not be a part of this!” Harry struggled even more as Draco stopped, his breath ghosting his face.

“Like me Potter – you have absolutely no choice.” He smirked as he bit Harry’s ear, drawing blood. “I’ll leave you here to think it over. No one knows about this room, and no one save me can enter. When I return – your first lesson in being a Dark Wizard will begin – not the spiel I told you about the studying. Being a Dark Wizard is about pain – and I am a Master at giving that out.”

“You’re going to rape me.” Harry said through gritted teeth.

“Eventually.” Draco admitted. “Yes.”

Harry stared at him, hatred in his eyes. “I have no choice you say?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll kill myself.”



Snape sighed as he entered the Slytherin common room and saw Blaise shake his head. Draco had gotten to Potter first and most likely taken him to his not-so-secret little room of pain. It wasn’t supposed to happen this quickly, Potter wasn’t supposed to know so soon – Draco wasn’t supposed to accept it and tell him this fast. Obviously the boy was acting on direct orders. “Did Noctem arrive with a letter for Malfoy today?” Snape asked Blaise.

“I think I saw a letter on his bed when I went up to change. Draco was raving about something his father had told him this morning and was penning a letter back before skiving off the day.”

Shite.

Now things moved too quickly, what was meant to happen had accelerated and everything had changed.

Draco’s acceptance meant his Death Eater Initiation was close.

His father probably forced him to see the truth and informed him that the Yule holidays would bring the deliverance of the Dark Mark.

Draco was going to rape Harry to complete his Father’s orders.

Draco would destroy Harry when he did that.

Harry would retaliate with his magic, killing Draco.

Snape had to find Harry…now.


Originally I WAS going to have Draco wait a bit before telling Harry the truth, but I got a splendid idea if he told him now – he could screw with him all the more and their hatred would peak. Since I love Bastard!Draco and Dark!Harry – I like this plotline even if no one else does. And no, Harry won\'t be raped, I have other plans for him.

The great get it on between our guys is coming (no worries, it WILL live up to the NC-17 rating, I need to write some serious smut...soon!) - next chapter, titillation, innuendo, blowjobs, rimjobs, teabagging, possible 69 and possible shagging! Tune in to see!


Anyone up for chapter 7?