A Song Unsung

Well here we have a very long thought out new chapter! I do hope you enjoy it! I give thanks to Faerie of Mischief who let me bounce some ideas off her for this chapter.

I am still looking for fics with dom!Draco. Can someone please tell me of any?

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This is NOT a pro-Gryffindor, pro-Dumbledore, pro-Trio fic. This fic has dark themes, Bastard!Draco, Dark!Harry and BDSM. If you do not like it, turn back now. Flames will thrown back into the face of the person who dared to use them against me. Remember I could be YOUR neighbour. Take that into consideration.

Yes, I am JK Rowling, I have a collection of sex toys that would frighten any porno star and I stand by my choice. (Riiight). (Leboshi do you REALLY think I\'m a dominatrix?)


**My objective: Distort your view; wreck the very core of you
Tantalize, compromise your position, dismantle your design
Contaminate and deface your convictions
Recreate your state of mind**
--Karissa Noël - Corrupt

Snape waited impatiently for Draco to saunter into the Slytherin Common Room, for all the world looking like the cat that had gotten the canary. “Where is he Malfoy?” he said without preamble, conscious of those students that were intently listening.

“Where is who?” Draco asked innocently.

“I know you have him.” Snape said, bordering on anger.

Draco looked pensive for a moment. “Oh! Him!” he snapped his fingers. “Of course.” He smirked. “You know where he is.” A pause. “And there he’ll stay until I take care of some important matters.”

“Draco, you don’t seem to realize just what you’re doing.” Snape sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes I do. I commanded him to come to me and he did. You, out of your own lips said he would serve me to make amends for the wrongs he had committed against me.” Draco commented idly.

“I did, but I said you couldn’t touch him physically.” Snape reminded him.

“That was before the dynamic changed.” Draco looked him directly in the eyes. “And you damn well know it. You think you can stop me?”

Snape fell silent, wanting to respect Draco and his family’s wish to keep the bloodline private and among those who needed to know. “Draco, he’ll use his magic and kill both himself AND you before he’ll let you touch him. He will never submit to you.” He said with indifference in his voice, trying to mask his concern. “You have no idea who you have chained and force to serve you.”

“He won’t kill me.” Draco said, confident.

“What makes you say that?”

“I can give him the one thing that’s been lacking in his otherwise pathetic life.”

“Which is?”

Draco didn’t reply, just shook his head, amusement written on his features. “He’ll let me do as I want – because he wants me.”

“Not full ofrselrself are you?” Snape muttered.

Draco shrugged. “Everybody does of course – it’s only natural and to be expected. I’d be disappointed if he DIDN’T want me.”

Snape wished he’d brought some coffee with him. “Merlin give me strength.” He murmured. Dealing with a Malfoy was always an exasperating process, and this Malfoy had learned from his parents well and was as stubborn as an ornery mule – but better looking.

“Potter is now in a private and concealed location, known only to me of course.” Draco continued.

“You mean the not so secret Room of Pain that you created?” Blaise piped up.

Draco shot him a death glare. “Yes if you must know.” He snapped. “IF he passes the first phase of my tasks, he’ll return here tonight to be Pansy’s pawn.”

Snape stayed silent. It might be considered wrong to toy with a person so, to control them in this way. He could argue that it was necessary to give Potter an outlet before he either destroyed himself or everybody else. Perhaps playing in the darkness might sway him from it, because at this moment Harry Potter was walking the same path another dark wizard had many years ago. Harry Potter was turning into Snape himself, and to prevent that Snape would take any measures. Voldemort WOULD come for Harry eventually – for the darkness always claimed that which was its own.

Perhaps Snape thought too abo about the Boy Who He Owed – and he hated him all the more for it.

Ron waltzed in Professor McGonagall’s office, head held high. “Professor?”

She glanced at him over the top of her half-moon glasses. “Mr. Weasley.”

“Professor,” he began without preamble. “Now that the Un-Gryffindor is gone, we have several problems with our Quidditch team.”

“I am aware of that.” She said in a measured tone.

“But there needn’t be any problem.” Ron persisted. “I’d make a great captain and Seeker.”

Professor McGonagall stared stonily at him. “Really?” she asked in a clipped voice.

“My ability was overshadowed by Potter, his showing off and his scar – but I’m really quite the Quidditch player.” He continued, recognizing the look on her face as she remembered his performance in the Fifth year.

“Why should I choose you as Captain over everyone else?”

“I saw that I would be Captain in my first year.” Ron confessed. “And I AM Charlie, Fred and George Weasley’s little brother.”

“So you’re counting on who your brothers are to get yourself a position you’re not qualified for?”

“But I AM qualified!” Ron burst. “I just haven’t had the chance to show it!”

“Mr. Weasley, I’m still extremely upset and disappointed on what you did to Mr. Potter – your so-called best friend.” McGonagall said grimly. “Gryffindors DO NOT get their Housemates thrown out no matter how oddly they’re acting!”

“Professor…” Ron tried to speak.

“I don’t want to hear it Mr. Weasley.” Professor McGonagall said angrily. “You violated one of the sacred trusts that makes a person a true Gryffindor.”

“I did nothing wrong!” Ron protested. “He was going to lead us into darkness! He threw Hermione and me away like so much excess garbage! He was not a true Gryffindor and deserved everything he got!” his voice got shrill. “I was always in his shadow!”

“And therein lies the true reason you did it.” McGonagall said quietly. “Jealousy.” She paused. “You know Mr. Weasley, another Gryffindor once said that very same thing.”

“What thing?”

“’I did nothing wrong.’” She quoted, standing and towering over the redhead. “He brought everlasting shame to our House, a stain that will never be gone and you have successfully added to the tarnish.” She turned her back to him as she wrote on the board.

“Who was it Professor?” Ron asked in a hushed voice, almost not wanting to know, but like a sore he had to prod it.

“Peter Pettigrew.” With these words she faced him and pointed at the door. “Now get out of my office.”

As Ron headed for the door, she let out the breath she had been holding. It would be a long road, but she’d vindicate Harry Potter.

Harry had long ago stopped struggling to free his hand from the manacles that held him and was instead looking for something he could use to pick the lock. Damn Malfoy had made sure in his ‘Room of Pain’ that no one instrument was close to the other, giving the captive the hope that if they stretched a bit further they might be free and then denying them that hope. Bastard.

No matter what he was not going to let Draco touch him. Never. That spiel about being his life-partner was codswallop and Draco was no more a Veela than Harry was a fairy.

Wait…bad analogy there.

If he could communicate with his hidden Anaspoors then perhaps they might be able to free him. Maybe their venom could corrode the metal…


But they were still very young, venom not fully potent.

Shite.
‘There has to be some way out of these!’ Harry thought, part angry, part distressed and part amused. He didn’t dare tug on them anymore, his skin was rubbed red and raw, the slightest trickle of blood seeping down his arm and having his right hand incapacitated would do him no good whatsoever.

Wanking was just no good left-handed. He couldn’t get a firm enough grip.

‘Damn you Malfoy!’ he roared in his head.

‘Did you call?’ Draco’s drawl entered into his mind followed by a brief pause. ‘You only use one hand to wank? I need two or three…sometimes not even my own hands. Though judging from the image in your mind, you are rather overblown…I do hope I’ll be able to sate myself on you naturally and not need the Engorgio Spell.’

‘Get me the HELL out of here! Now!’

‘Why Harry if I’d known you were gagging for it that much, I’d oblige you since we are chained together for life.’

‘You will never touch me!’

The feeling of laughter. ‘Of course I will.’

‘This is your final warning, let me go.’

‘No can do pet. What are you going to do…feebly swat at me with one hand like a cat in a corner?’ Draco chuckled. ‘And stop trying to pick the locks…they’re magical.’

Harry fell silent. Crap.

‘Are you looking forward to seeing me Potter?’ Draco purred in his head. ‘The things I’m going to do to you – and have every right to do as you are my partner?’

‘I thought Veela were all gentle and lovey-dovey to their partners.’ Harry thought bitterly.

‘Females are.’ Draco said, serious for a moment. ‘Males are not. Genetics you know, males are more dominant. Females are loving, gentle and sweet, terribly possessive and jealous. Males are violent and possessive – no one touches our property, it’s the principle of the thing – not the emotion like women. We zealously guard what is ours whether the property in question wants it or not – and like it or hate it – you are my property, just like my horse, my owl or my wand, only I will treat you better – and trust you less.’

‘No gentleness among men eh?’

‘I told you that you don’t even have to be willing. Fight me Potter – please. I like it rough.’

Hatred unlike anything he’d ever felt welled in Harry. Resentfulness that it was his lot in life to get the bad rap of anything, humiliation that it was him Malfoy had decided to take for a mate…

‘I decided nothing Potter.’ Draco’s voice spat in his head. ‘I had no choice in who my partner is – mores the pity.’

The venom, the hatred that echoed in those words made Harry’s head jerk. Draco would never disguise the fact that he despised Harry with every part of his being, and despite the fact that he had been damned to him forever – he would do his duty.

As Harry always had to.

Harry felt awe coursing through his frame. Awe because for the first time since Justin – he felt.

And that made him even angrier.

How DARE Malfoy do this to him? Where the hell did he thhe ghe got the right to do this? Harry was NOT his property! ‘He’s lying!’ Harry thought, desperation and despair intermingling. He didn’t want to feel ever again. He was cursed and didn’t want to be healed. ‘It can’t be true. If I’m cold and aloof like the moon then I’ll never be hurt again! ’

Never be hurt again…

Unaware of the distress Harry was in, and caring just as little, Hermione listened to Ron vent about McGonagall and Harry. She still had her own two cents to get in with Harry – no one made her fail and get away with it. It was her ultimate goal, her one burning desire to show that someone who was Muggle born was better and smarter than all these conceited purebloods. She had thought she had Malfoy when she called him a Veela, convinced that was what she had overheard that morning when she had gone to beg Snape to give her a passing grade.

Could the genius Mudblood of Hogwarts be mistaken?

Nah.

She knew what she heard, but with Snape publicly denouncing her and not having any proof, she had no way of showing what she knew deep in her devious little mind to be the truth. He was a Veela and therefore even less trustworthyn yon your normal Slytherin.

The problem lay in the Malfoy family itself. They had never confirmed or denied anything, leaving the world to ponder what the truth was about them. She could make accusations against Draco all she wanted but that would invariably bring the wrath of Lucius.

Hermione couldn’t take him on – yet.

Harry had made her fail and that was something she could not forgive no matter what problems he was going through.

Her eyes lit up as she thought of a plan (she wasn’t called the brains of all plans for nothing). Harry would see that she was not to be crossed. Malfoy would be revealed as what he truly was and the world would see that Hermione Granger, Muggle born daughter was the greatest witch the world had ever seen.

Draco murmured the password and walked into his not so secret Room of Pain where he saw Potter slumped against the wall, half asleep and looking like hell had trampled him. “Wakey wakey.” He drawled.

Potter’s head snapped up as his eyes narrowed and he held up his hand in a defensive manner. “Are you going to let me go yet?”

Draco shook his head, his un-gelled hair falling freely around his face. “Oh no Potter, not yet. I’m here to condition you and to punish you and when I get around to it, shag you.”

“I told you I’ll kill myself before that happens.” Harry said evenly, watching Draco unclasp his robes and remove his shirt.

“No, you won’t.” Draco smirked. “One, you have no wand. Two, you want me Potter, I can see it in your eyes.”

“Want my glasses?”

Draco didn’t move, just stood there, arms crossed over his well-defined chest and stared at Harry, his too-large clothes hiding his body well. “You do know that your fashion sense sucks right?”

“Well you’d know all about sucking…” Harry quipped.

Draco arched an eyebrow. “Finch-Fletchly was good for something other than just ramming your arse then, wasn’t he?”

Harry’s face darkened at the mention of Justin’s name. He turned his head into the crook of his arm that was manacled. He hated the fact that he had let Draco score one off him, and assured himself that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Now Potter, one of the most important lessons in being a Dark Wizard as I told you earlier is pain,” he reached out to touch Harry’s face, making him look him in the eyes. “The other is humiliation and vulnerability.”

Harry said nothing, practically knowing what came next. Draco took the tip of his wand and pressed it to Harry’s chest as he whispered a charm that burnt right through his shirt, leaving it hanging loosely on his arms. He slid the threadbare piece of clothing off one arm and yanked sharply on it to rip it off of the other one. He shook his head at Harry’s undershirt that he used his wand on to burn it off. Standing back he took a look at his life-partner.

‘Nice.’ Draco thought appraisingly. He was thin, obviously so since his ribs were visible, but his muscles were well defined – years of Quidditch and whatever those Muggles had forced him to endure. His eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned down towards Harry’s navel, his breath tantalizing the fine hairs there and making Harry twitch. “How did you get this scar?” he demanded.

“None of your damned business Malfoy.”

“Ah but you are my business now Potter, haven’t I already told you that?”

“I’m choosing to ignore that.”

“Stupid, very stupid.” Draco sighed. “But I never said you were smart.”

“You want to play the Reveal Game Malfoy, tell me how you got that scar across your chest.” Harry retorted.

Draco’s lips curled up into a smile that made Harry shiver. Placing his index finger in his mouth, he wet it and traced it along the length of the scar. “This one?”

Inexplicably Harry found his mouth rather dry. He nodded wordlessly.

Draco’s smile grew wider as he lowered his voice to something guaranteed to arouse. “Why Harry…YOU gave me this.”

Harry blinked.

“Last year in fact, during the Slytherin – Gryffindor game in that rain storm? Remember how you rammed into me full speed during the lightning flashes and we tumbled together towards the earth struggling for snitch? It WAS hard to see, wasn’t it, what with darkness coming on. I fell completely off my broom and landed on you…ah I see you do remember.” He ran his fingers lightly over his chest, making himself shudder and his nipples harden to tiny pebbles. \"It was erotic, wasn\'t it?\"

“Remember as we were entangled in the mud, rain obscuring everything except our two toned bodies crushed against each other, your cursed glass frames gouged my flawless pectorals and gave me this scar.”

“I think you put it there yourself.” Harry said in a faintly defiant voice. One should not be staring at their worst enemy with lustful desire. It was wrong!

“That’s right Potter, because I’m so into self mutilation.” Draco cleared his throat. “Now, tell me how you got your scar…the one on your lower stomach.”

“No.” Harry remained stubborn.

Draco clucked his tongue. “Harry, HARRY. Obedience towards your Master is the next lesson you will learn.”

“I thought you were still working on the humiliation and vulnerability.” Harry snapped. “I have had enough of your game Malfoy, let me go.”

Draco’s eyes glowed with an unnatural light that made Harry want to back away. “The game Harry, is just beginning.” He said in a husky voice that, Merlin help him, Harry responded to.

Harry moved his body away from Draco, unnerved by the blond Adonis walking towards him, his chest slightly damp from where he had teased Harry with his damp fingers and his scar marring his otherwise unblemished flesh. “Are you going to use your wand on me again?”

Malfoy threw Harry a naughty wink. “Not the wand you’re thinking of Potter.” He touched the front of his tight trrs. rs. “I will use the wand I was born with.”

Harry’s jaw dropped as he swallowed a few times before smirking at Malfoy. “Let me go and we’ll make this even.”

“I’m afraid I don’t trust you to escape.” Draco said regretfully.

“Oh trust me,” Harry said grimly, a sneer curling his features. “I won’t attempt to escape. I just want a chance to wrap my hands around your…”

“I want that too.” Draco breathed, not letting Harry finish. \"Your hands around my long and firm langer...\" Harry was new to this game but Draco was not.

Strolling over to Harry, Draco reached for the wall above his head, letting his torso brush Harry’s face and hearing Harry inhale sharply. Taking a knife from the wall, he knelt in front of Harry. “You know what comes next in humiliation?”

“Don’t.” Harry mouthed, his eyes mirroring very real distress.

Draco ignored him and proceeded to peel Harry’s trousers and trunks off him like an orange, until Harry was before him as naked as the day he was born.

Letting out a soundless whistle as he inspected the various bits of Harry, he nodded approval. He could get pleasure from that. He leaned forward, his nose just brushing Harry’s genitals and making him yelp and stiffen as he inspected the flesh. “Why do you have all these scars here Potter?”

Harry remained stubbornly silent. “Won’t talk eh?” Draco chuckled, enjoying this. “I’ll make you talk.”

“Farq you Malfoy!” Harry spat, trying to knee him in the face.

“You’re enjoying this.” Draco murmured, licking just the tip of Harry’s erection.

“This is sick.” Harry snarled, lifting one leg only to have Draco slam it against the concrete wall.

“This is perverted.” Harry insisted as he twisted his hips away from Draco’s probing, only to have Draco slam his hips into the wall hard enough to leave bruises.

“This is disgusting.” He grunted as he fought to move, but Malfoy pinned him firmly and blew on his sac.

Certain that the bonds would hold Harry’s lower half pinned to the wall, Draco reached for his wand and freed Harry’s wrist. “This will be more fun if you try to fight me.”

“You unmitigated bastard!” Harry roared as both his hands reached for Draco’s throat.

Uttering the charm to free Harry, Draco let Harry pounce on him and punch him firmly before kneeing him in his stiff erection and beating his head against the floor. Harry’s nails scraped bloody lines down Draco’s back causing him to hiss and arch towards Harry who proceeded to bite him hard and scramble out from underneath him.

Draco stood to face off with a naked and furious Harry Potter. “I see our sex life will never be dull Potter.” He commented idly.

“Screw you!”

“No, but I will screw you.” Draco replied, one hand brushing his hair out of his face.

Harry lunged towards the door as Draco darted towards him and brought him crashing to the ground. “Get the FARQ off me!” he arched his back, trying to get some leverage to get free.

It was the wrong thing to do. As Harry arched towards Draco, Draco lowered his lips around Harry’s cock and began to suck as his fingers tugged and pulled the hair surrounding the area. Harry\'s hands clenched Draco\'s hair as he pulled, trying to get the persistent mouth off his cock.

“Stop it!” Harry writhed under the touch. “Rape!” He swatted the top of Draco\'s head, pulling harder on his hair.

Draco stopped his sucking motion as he raised his head. “You won’t be screaming that in a few minutes.”

“No!” Harry protested trying to shove him off, only to have Draco grab both his hands in his own and play a strange arm wrestling game while he licked and sucked Harry. “Malfoy this is disgusting!”

Draco’s eyes glowed dangerous silver. “Potter, I do what I have to do. This COULD be pleasurable for both of us if you would just stop fighting me.”

“I will never submit to you!” Harry said hoarsely.

“I am acting under orders.” Draco continued.

“You’re under orders to molest me?”

Draco nodded an affirmative. “Now get your dick back here this instant.”

Harry was halfway up when Draco threw both arms around his legs and brought him crashing to the floor. Grabbing his shirt he tore off the arms and tied Harry’s arms together behind his back and his heels and knees were firmly bound. “Help!” Harry hollered.

“Haven’t you realized yet Potter that no one will help you? No one cares.” Draco hissed, fury coursing through him. “Now I DO have to punish you.”

“Having your slimy mouth on me was more than enough.” Harry snapped.

Draco stood and languorously strode to a cabinet in the corner and pulled out a wicked whip. “You will learn Potter what domination is about.”

“Domination is mind games.”

“Domination is so much more than just mind games.” Draco said as he drew back his arm and flicked it forward, the whip making a leather cracking sound as it landed on Harry’s chest causing him to let out a yell.

And make his erection firmer.

“It is about control.” Draco continued as he brought his arm forward again. “It is about overcoming the other person.” Another crack. “It is about power.” A final crack. “Power over another person, power that they submit to.”

“I’m not submitting to you.” Harry ground out through clenched teeth.

“Aren’t you?” Draco arched an eyebrow as he drew his finger over the shallow gashes on Harry’s chest. “I am giving the one thing you want more than anything else.”

“Which is?”

“Pain.”

Snape searched the corridors in the area he thought Draco’s Room was in, but to no avail.

Damn Veela. Damn them several hundred times over. Damn them all to hell without cooling charms!

Heading for his office, he grabbed some powder from the fire and threw it in. “Lucius.” He snapped.

Lucius Malfoy’s head appeared in the fire. “You snarled Severus?”

“Your son has taken one of his dorm mates.”

Lucius frowned. “That’s odd. I told him to take Harry Potter, not one of his Housemates.” He smiled indulgently. “He’s in denial about the whole partner bit. I do hope you’re not too upset?”

Severus bit back the four letter serenade he wanted to say to Malfoy. “If you mean am I upset that I now have an almost pure blooded Veela running around the school inducing already hormone driven teenagers into overdrive that cause them to act even dumber than usual and disrupt my fairly quiet life with their mere EXISTENCE…” he drew in a breath. “THEN FUCK YES!”

Lucius let out a chuckle. “I should have warned you.”

“You think?” Snape snarled sarcastically, on the verge of losing his temper. “It would have been a help Lucius. Honestly! MUST you be so secretive? After twenty years you could have told me!”

Lucius’ face hardened. “I couldn’t tell you and you damn well know it. I shouldn’t even be talking to you now. Voldemort has plans for Draco and for Potter and I am aiding him – that is why Draco is under orders to take Potter as soon as possible and at all costs.”

“Potter will kill himself and quite possibly your son before he allows that to happen.”

Lucius shook his head. “It won’t Severus.”

“Draco said the same thing.”

“Draco has already entered the mind of Potter. It is a matter of touching the brain trigger that will not allow Potter to cause any harm to my son at all.” He explained. “And even if he didn’t, Draco can offer Potter something that no one else in the school can.”

“Pain?” Snape said sarcastically.

“Completion.”

Tears of fury and shame welled up in Harry’s eyes as Draco licked and tortured his arse, rimming him, making him hard and yearn to have SOMETHING inside him. Letting out a moan, he felt Draco smile as he moved his lips to his balls and bobbed them inside his mouth. “There is much to you Potter.” He said, his voice raspy from having Harry’s cock inside it. “I like a big one.”

“Just do it and be done with it.” Harry snapped. “You’re going to anyway.”

Draco smirked as he deep throated Harry again making him push himself deeper into that warm and damp cavern. One of Draco’s fingers circled his damp opening as the other hand tugged on his sac, making him practically cross eyed and for a brief moment uncaring what Draco did to him as long as he did it again. He was on the verge, on the brink…Draco’s finger abruptly shoved past his ring of muscle as he lightly bit Harry simultaneously. Harry let out a very loud moan as he gritted his teeth together to keep from climaxing.

“Keep fighting me Harry.”

Draco began to thrust in and out of Harry’s hole, his lips and tongue moving ever faster and seeming to be everywhere at once, on his balls, on his cock, in his pubic hair. His fingers stroked, pinched, caressed as he slid another one in his arse and thrust ever harder, actually letting out a grunt as Harry tensed his muscles, bearing dow for force him out.

Draco smiled as he felt the flesh in Harry’s arse tear from the force of his thrusts. “Blood makes good lubricant.” He murmured as he drew his mouth away from the erection and licked a bit of the blood that leaked from his arse. \"Tasty.\"

Harry’s eyes were closed and he was almost sobbing as Draco decided to end the lesson and brought Harry back into his mouth and made a vibrating noise just as he added a third and fourth finger and thrust forward, touching the tiny gland inside him.

He couldn’t hold back a shout as he came, flooding Draco’s mouth as his arse clamped down firmly on those fingers inside him.

Draco withdrew his mouth and swallowed, wiping his fingers on Harry\'s leg. “See Potter? Submitting to me isn’t that bad.”

Harry turned his face away, flaming in humiliation and hatred.

“You have learned your second lesson well.” Draco sighed as he patted the considerable bulge in the front of his trousers as he unbuttoned them. “Now to grind it home.”

“I’ll bite that thing if you bring it near my mouth.” Harry warned.

“That is not part of my plan.” Draco informed him.

“I won’t let it inside me either.”

“It’ll hurt you more than me. I enjoy your pain and suffering. I am not a female Potter, I am not soft and adoring towards you. I can hardly stand to look at you.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Draco gripped himself firmly and let out a long moan as he began to stroke. It only took a moment for him to release over Harry, leaving him lying there in his own blood and sweat, covered in Draco’s seed. “You’re not important enough for me to take today.”

Harry’s face burned as his eyes glowed with hatred. “I’ll kill you.”

“For the moment, you are to dress and go to the Slytherin Common Room. Pansy is waiting for you there.” Draco ignored him, letting him know that he was insignificant. He was property and he was finished with him...for now.

“You destroyed my clothes.” Harry said in a tight voice.

Draco spoke a few words and new clothes for Harry appeared. “These will suffice for now.”

“Get these marks off me.” Harry demanded, gesturing with his chin to his whip marked chest.

Draco unbound Harry as he shook his head. “No. That is part of your lesson.”

Harry wearily pulled on the clothes Draco had created for him. “I hate you.”

“You’re welcome.”


Face still flaming in humiliation, Harry bypassed the Slytherin Common Room and headed up towards the Great Hall. He knew he had to do something drastic to prove to Malfoy that he wasn’t his Master and that he had no control or power over him. Ignoring the total silence that fell when he entered, he headed towards the Hufflepuff table. “Justin,” he began.

“Harry.” Justin arched an eyebrow.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Certainly.”

“In private?”



Hermione watched with glee as Harry led Justin out of the Great Hall. Nothing could incite Malfoy to greater rage than knowing what Harry was doing and with whom. Deny it as he would, she was certain that Malfoy was a Veela and that he fancied Harry in some sick way.

Gryffindors could be just as devious as Slytherins…when they were unfairly failed.

Pansy waited for Draco to come into the dorm. “Where is he?” he asked in a tense voice.

“He never showed up.” She replied. “What the hell did you do to him?”

“Not enough apparently.”


“What do you want Harry?” Justin sighed. “I didn’t appreciate you telling everyone about us.”

“I didn’t.” Harry snapped. “I have no idea how they found out.”

“So why did you drag me out here. What do you want?”

“Shag me Justin.” Harry said in a cracking voice.

“Excuse me?” Justin arched an eyebrow.

“Make me feel.” ‘Make Malfoy hurt – he wants me, he will never have me.’ Harry thought hatefully, wanting vengeance on his worst enemy for what he had done to him that day.

And that ends that. I do hope you enjoyed it, the next chapter – full sex (but with who?)

This week has been chaotic and this was my one day off from work to be able to write this out, if not I would have had to wait until some time next week and then I think people would’ve hunted me down and harmed me!

Anyone want chapter 9?