A Song Unsung

Hello all! Well it is a week late but that happens from time to time. I would first like to thank my betas Keshu for her work on this chapter and feedback! I know thatre are are people out there who think that this has too much sex in it, and I got a particularly intriguing email telling me that they hated what I had done with this storyline. It IS true I started this fic one way and it changed - but it was meant to. I\'m sick to death of fluffy and lovey Draco and Harry, all their years of animosity and hatred vanishing in the blink of an eye. True this was meant to be a humour fic, but I have changed that to dark humour - and I find it more realisitic. I had this idea for a long time and I have given warnings throughout each chapter of what was to come. This is the way my plot is meant to go and once again I reiterate that if you don\'t like it, don\'t read it.

This chapter features violence, BDSM and a bit of non-con. YOU ARE WARNED! This is not a Pro-Gryffindor, Pro-Dumbledore, Pro-Trio fic. I feature DarkAngsty!Harry, EvilBastard!Draco, Whiny!Hermione and Deluded!Ron. This is the unedited version of this fic.

I am JK Rowling and I DO own Draco and Harry and I have the money to prove it. Please check ou web website at www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com, a highly selective HP slash archive.

Flames will be shot into your cold and dead hearts for mine and my friends amusement - stop sending the GD things, they only serve to piss me off! Enjoy!

I\'m dangerous like a broken glass
I\'m a flesh fanatic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight
- Alice Cooper, Dangerous Tonight.


Draco steepled his fingers as he sat back in leather chair, pondering while the rest of the Common Room tiptoed around him. They knew better than to disturb him when he had that livid expression on his face. Rage and fury coursed off him in waves as he pursed his lips in a tight line and stared into the dancing flames of the Slytherin fire. So, Potter had disobeyed him eh? Obviously Draco hadn\'t impressed the fact that he was property strongly enough to the boy and now he\'d have to stop being .
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Smirking with vengeful glee - he\'d enjoy this very much, he let his mind slide into Potter\'s only to find the barriers firmly in place and resistant to his probing. Sighing in irritation, he closed his eyes and let himself see through the eyes of his \'mate\', to see what he saw and feel what he felt. He had hoped to avoid this at all costs, not wanting to be any closer to Potter than he absolutely had to, but the pissant was proving to be quite slippery, eluding his grasp and his persuasiveness. It was this fact more than any other that convinced Draco beyond a shadow of a doubt that Potter was his partner...he could resist Draco\'s pull.

Letting himself drift into Potter\'s body, he opened himself up to whatever he could feel or sense and figure out just where the hell his little slave had gone to and just how severe to make his punishment when he got back.





\"Shag you?\" Justin\'s voice rang out with disbelief. \"Haven\'t you and I walked this path already?\"

Harry sighed impatiently. \"Justin I\'m not asking to start our relationship up again. I need to be screwed, quite literally, right now.\"

\"Why ask me then?\" Justin asked warily. \"Why not ask members of your little fan club?\"

\"Why haven\'t you heard Justin?\" Harry said sarcastically. \"Not only am I no longer in Gryffindor, I also scared the hell out of my \'Fan Club\' as you call it and no one wants to touch me anymore.\"

Justin eyed Harry up and down, obviously remembering their time together. He licked his lips nervously. \"I guess I can do you.\"

\"Such a hardship to touch me, isn\'t it?\" Harry chuckled almost evilly in a way that gave Justin shivers down his spine. \"Oh no Justin, this time, I get to do you.\"

\"But I\'ve never...\"

\"Taken it up the arse before Justin?\" Harry patted his shoulder sympathetically. \"Don\'t worry. I\'ll be gentle.\"



Draco stood up so fast that the leather recliner fell over as his eyes blazed in fury and shock. \"He wouldn\'t!\" he snarled, curling his fingers in a fist. \"Potter is MY property and no one else can touch him, or vice versa!\"

Planning the perfect punishment for Harry and castration for Finch-Fletchly, he headed for the Common Room door, keeping his attention firmly on Harry and probing Justin\'s mind, readying it for his entry.



Hermione tapped on the door to Snape\'s office. \"Professor?\" she asked quietly.

Snape put down his coffee cup and turned to face his most irritating student. \"What is it now Miss Granger?\"

\"I was hoping we could have a private and intelligent conversation about your decision regarding my grade.\"

\"My decision is final Miss Granger, now get the hell out of here before I dock points from you for being out after curfew.\"

\"I\'m a Prefect.\" Hermione scoffed. \"You can\'t take points from me.\"

\"Yes, a Prefect,\" Snape said silkily. \"Didn\'t you want to be Head Girl? Why aren\'t you?\"

Hermione cleared her throat. \"That is not why I am here. I want to talk about my grade. Now Sir, I feel that I was unfairly failed and.\"

\"I don\'t care what you think or what you feel.\" Snape cut in. \"You were making slanderous and unfounded accusations against one of your fellow classmates.\"

Hermione glided towards Snape. \"I know Malfoy is a Veela.\"

\"How did you come to such a ridiculous assumption?\" Snape drawled, sitting down in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

\"One: I studied, Two: I WAS eavesdropping the morning Malfoy confessed.\"

\"And you managed to hear through three foot thick solid stone walls and an oak door?\"

\"You left the door cracked.\" Hermione said timidly, lowering her eyes. \"At first I wanted something to give to Harry so he could get Malfoy to leave him alone,\"

\"And now?\"

\"Harry has dug his own grave, I don\'t care what happens to him at the moment. I have been unfairly failed and I have no shot at getting into Saint Sol\'s Academy without perfect grades.\"

\"YOU want into the exclusive Wizarding University?\" Snape arched an eyebrow. \"You have a rather high opinion of yourself, don\'t you?\"

Hermione raised her chin. \"Now I have blackmailing material against Malfoy and you for covering it up. Having a Veela in the school is a dangerous thing.\" She smiled. \"So Professor...what are you going to do to me to keep me silent?\"

\"What an open question.\" Snape smirked as he stood. \"I have enough problems without you coming in here and making this pitiful attempt to blackmail me Miss Granger. You have nothing to use against the Malfoy\'s because they have never admitted a thing about their bloodline save that it\'s pureblood. If you want to take them on, you go right ahead, it\'s your funeral.\" Snape shook his head. \"I truly would have thought you\'d learned something when I took all your points from you, failed you and gave you detention with Filch. Evidently further action is needed. Report to Professor Dumbledore\'s office first thing in the morning. I assure you he will be well aware of your spying, eavesdropping and blackmailing attempt.\"

Hermione opened her mouth. \"Sir!\"

Snape leaned in towards her. \"Never try to take on a Slytherin Miss Granger unless you are sure you can destroy it. We play hardball.\" He straightened. \"Now get out of my office.\"




Justin warily looked at Harry whose eyese lie lit with an unholy fire as he unbuttoned the loose clothes that Draco had created for him. \"Harry I\'d rather be the top.\" He said tentatively.

\"Tough.\" Harry replied almost cheerfully. \"I endured that pathetic excuse of a cock invading my arse more than enough times, now it\'s your turn to take it. This isn\'t about reconciliation Justin, this isn\'t even about desire, this is about making me feel something, so get your clothes off and spread your cheeks.\"

Justin raised his chin. \"I don\'t like you like this Harry.\"

\"Do I care?\" Harry arched an eyebrow as he walked over to him, slowly undoing his tie before tearing his shirt open. \"Let me tell you a secret Justin.\" he began. \"It\'s amazing what you can do when you stop being afraid of yourself.\" He whispered in his ear as he bit him.

Justin yelped and jerked away from Harry, but his hands were already removing his trousers and boxers, caressing the limp flesh. \"Harry!\"

Harry grinned ferally, baring his teeth. \"Do you like this?\"

Justin shook his head. \"Harry you know how I like it, and rough is not it.\"

\"That\'s too bad Justin, because I\'ve had a bitch of a day and I\'m in the mood to be rough.\" He felt Justin\'s cock twitch under his hand. \"And you like that idea I see.\"

Justin let out a quiet moan, seeing a side of Harry that no one else ever had. Nodding a faint affirmation, he exposed his throat. \"Do to me what you will, just keep talking like that.\"

\"I never knew you got your rocks off on me being dominant.\" Harry murmured as he scratched one nail down Justin\'s chest, making him swiftly draw his breath in. \"If I had\'ve known that before, perhaps we might\'ve worked out.if I hadn\'t been so dependent on you.\"

\"Is this revenge on me?\"

\"No.\" Harry\'s tongue darted out to circle a nipple. \"This is all for me.\"

\"And you are my property.\" A furious voice said as a curtain was swept aside and an angry Draco stepped forward, eyes assessing the scene in front of him. His mate, his property, the one person he OWNED by right was with his old lover who was more than a bit turned on.

Of course Justin had to die.

And Harry HAD to be punished.

Draco hid a smile, certain that he would enjoy that very much.





In a reversal of the other day, Ron watched Hermione pace the floor wailing and gnashing her teeth over Snape\'s comments and refusal to reverse her grade. Any normal person would be upset but not obsessing over it. Hermione however was a different kettle of fish altogether. \"\'Mione,\" he sighed. \"Shut up and let\'s worry about MY problem of not making Quidditch Captain!\"

\"Ron you don\'t deserve that post.\" Hermione snapped pausing in her pacing.

\"I saw in my first year that I would become Captain and by God I am!\" Ron set his jaw stubbornly. \"I\'ll just have to figure out how.\"

\"Mc-Old-Crone-agall obviously sides with Harry.\" Hermione flipped her hair as her eyes closed in frustration. \"How can I ever have a future with a failing grade?\"

\"Gee I wonder.\" Ron said sarcastically. \"You only have how many other classes that you are acing? Don\'t fret one class.\"

\"I can\'t believe you\'d say that Ron.\" Hermione shook her head, exasperated. \"My entire future depends on showing the world that a muggle-born is better than a pureblood.\"

\"Hermione, use that enormous brain of yours for something worthwhile.like helping me!\"

Hermione paused. \"Listen to us Ron. We sound like a bunch of Slytherins. Are we no better than they?\"

\"Slytherin and Gryffindor bear many similarities.\" Ron pointed out. \"We choose to ignore them.\"

\"This is what Harry was trying to tell us.\" Hermione said softly.

\"No, Harry was trying to tell us he\'s better than us. Harry WAS letting us know that we are nothing more than trash to him.\" Ron retorted.

\"How do you figure Ron?\"

Ron shook his head. \"Who cares? YOU are failing, I am being denied that which is mine by right. If we are similar to Slytherins, then let us use our cunning to get what we want.\"

Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. \"Very well then. Shall we get the others involved as well?\"

\"Of course.\"




Professor Snape stared out the window, a cup of Irish coffee in his hand. \'I don\'t fully trust the man.\' He thought. \'He is the greatest wizard of our time, overshadowed by a seventeen year old boy. He plays chess, and we are all his pawns. He will sacrifice anyone who stands against him. They are not so different, the Dark Lord and Dumbledore.\' He shook his head, marvelling at the blindness. \"The deadliest Death Eaters always came from Gryffindor.\" He said aloud, wishing this had never begun. \"Mr. Potter has been marked since the day he was born, he shares a mind link with Voldemort, and he possesses his own powers! You tell me Harry Potter is not on the verge of turning, and I will tell you I am a kind and gentle soul.\"

He set down his cup and let his forehead rest against the window. He had a half crazed dominating Veela with serious issues running rampant through his House, and an angsty, over-worshipped hero with a strong inclination towards the Dark and a serious hatred for anything that existed as his mate.

What he had done to deserve this? \"I could have been a hermit, but oh no, I decided to be a teacher.\" He snapped. \"What the hell was I thinking?\"





Draco\'s gaze flicked to Justin who tried to cover up his nakedness. \"Get out.\"

Harry rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. \"Stay.\" He raised his eyes to meet Draco\'s. \"I want him, I don\'t want you.\"

\"You are my property and I will say who you can and cannot associate with.\"

\"On the contrary you nancy boy,\" Harry sneered. \"I don\'t recognize you or your so-called authority over me, therefore this is not an issue.\"

\"I beg to differ.\"

\"I\'d like you to beg me.\" Harry said, crossing his arms in front of him. \"On your knees preferably.\"

\'Where the hell did the begging and defeated boy go who I left not an hour ago?\' Draco marvelled.

\'He decided you are nothing but a sack of shite, and chose to do his own bloody thing, you be damned.\' Harry\'s thought replied tartly. \'Don\'t like it then sod off.\' \"No matter how hard you try Malfoy, you can\'t control me or my actions.\"

Draco\'s lips curled up in a spine tingling smirk. \"Is that a challenge?\"

Harry didn\'t reply, just tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue over his lips. \"Justin,\" he said softly. \"Do you want to be part of this?\"

Justin shook his head so hard his teeth rattled. \"If it was just you Harry, I\'d consider it...only if I was on top of course. I\'d never take it.\"

A snort came from Draco. \"That doesn\'t surprise me a bit you great excuse for a pouf. People like you bring a bad name to all of us.\"

\"I told you the stakes Justin.\" Harry reminded him.

\"Harry, you are weak willed, I found that out when we were together. And I\'m a Hufflepuff telling you that you\'re weak! You are marked to die, and you are needy, clingy and dependent on me. You want me to make you feel...but you\'re already dead.\" Justin reached for his torn clothes. \"You were a good piece of arse though.\"

Harry didn\'t reply as Justin slid behind the tapestry and down the unused hallway, leaving him and Draco alone. They sized each other up, neither one willing to give an inch, two stubborn wills clashing.

Harry was reminded for a moment of a quote he had heard many years ago: It is said that when two souls are meant to meet for good or for evil, they will know it within the moment of their meeting.

At that moment, two souls met.

Two souls knew.

What he knew when he saw Draco he couldn\'t say, nor could Draco give any answer - but something was there, having been born in the hatred and the rage.

Draco lunged first and Harry blocked and retaliated swiftly with a punch, biting his neck and causing Draco to moan, whether in arousal or pain it was as yet undecided. \"You are my property Potter.\" Draco said hotly in his ear. \"Before this night over I will make you understand that. I will break you upon me like an egg on the cobblestones.\"

\"And I will make you understand that I belong to no one Malfoy.\" Harry spat. \"Least of all you. I refuse to be your partner and I don\'t care whose death it results in. You can\'t touch me.\"

\"I will make you hurt.\" Draco vowed.

Harry stared at him, dead serious. \"Malfoy, you can\'t hurt me.\"

Draco paused. \"Why?\"

\"No one can.\" Harry smiled. \"No one ever will.\"

His partner was sad. If Draco had been a sympathetic soul or a female, he would have been cradling him and gently speaking to him, leading him softly into a night of outstanding passion.

Draco was none of these things.

His hand grabbed Harry\'s flaccid cock and began to stroke it furiously as Harry\'s knees almost gave out. Not to be outdone he slid his hands inside Draco\'s trousers and pinched the flesh there. Draco snarled in pain and threw him to the ground as he divested himself of his pants and was about to lift his sweater vest over his head when Harry managed to trap his arms behind his head. \"Turnabout is fair play.\" He said when Draco protested. \"You chained me, I bind you.\"

Using the force of his body he brought Draco to the floor underneath him and plundered his mouth relentlessly, biting his tongue and his lips. He smiled at the sweet tang of blood from his adversary as he grabbed a handful of hair and jerked his head back so he could plunder the smooth throat as if he were a vampire.

Without the use of his hands, Draco settled for wriggling out from under Harry and pinning him with his legs beneath him, grinding his erection into Harry\'s thigh and taking advantage of his gasp to bit one nipple. Harry fought to get him off but Draco tightened his legs and refused to budge. He was not going to be the one on the bottom here. \"Farq Malfoy.\" Harry groaned. \"You will not do this to me.\"

\"Seems I already am.\" Draco replied casually. \"Your pathetic attempt to bind me does nothing. I am far more experienced in these matters than you are Potter, I would have thought you learned by now.\"

\"The only thing I\'ve learned is actually a confirmation that you are a bastard.\"

\"Guilty as charged.\"

\"I hate you.\"

\"I know.\" Draco smirked. \"This is unpleasant but it has to be done.\" He nudged Harry\'s legs apart and lowered his head, preparing to taste the tip and bring him to hardness.

Harry kneed him in the chest and sent him crashing into a dusty candelabra in the corner. \"You will not touch me again.\"

\"Potter I am about to put my cock in your arse, that involves a fair amount of touching. I assure you that I will touch you as little as possible.\"

\"Who says you\'ll do me?\" Harry gulped in air. \"Perhaps you\'ll be the bitch.\"

\"If you\'re going to flap your gums Potter, put that gob of yours to better use.\"

Harry turned from Draco, walking away from him. \"You left me marked and bloody on the floor of your not so secret room of pain.\" He began. \"You poured your seed over me like you were taking a piss to let me know I didn\'t matter and you were marking me like an animal.\" He continued, looking over his shoulder. \"You will be treated as an animal now, and find out what happens when you torture someone beyond a shadow of all reason.\"

\"Very good Potter, you are learning your Dark Wizard lessons well.\" Draco grunted.

Harry wrapped his hands around Draco\'s throat. \"I am not yours Malfoy. I am no one\'s.\"

Draco\'s eyes raked Harry\'s naked form. \"How did you get those scars?\"

\"Some I put there.\" Harry admitted. \"Others...came over time by someone other than me.\"

\"Why?\"

Harry shrugged as he tightened his grip, feeling Draco\'s throat twitch as he tried to swallow.

With a wrench Draco pulled his arms free of the sweater vest and brought his nails to Harry\'s arse, gouging bloody crescents in each cheek. \"You still bear my marks from earlier.\" He murmured as he inserted his tongue in Harry\'s ear. \"I told you not to get healing and like a good little slave you didn\'t.\"

\"Pillock. I was waiting until after I shagged Justin.\"

\"Ah yes, Justin. He will learn what happens when one touches that which is not his.\" Draco sighed.

\"You going to fly into a jealous rage?\"

\"That\'s the myth about Veela.\" Draco admitted. \"But no. I can enter his mind and control him, no mess, no sweat and no bother to me. We are not poncey little feminine Veela Potter, we are powerful, telepathic and strong.\"

Harry\'s left hook made him blink but no more than when Draco brought his foot down hard on Harry\'s kneecap, making him scream in agony as he hunched over to cradle the knee, unfortunately baring his arse to Malfoy who wasted no time in wetly slurping at his hole.

Wriggling and trying to get free, Harry fought and cursed a blue streak while Draco held him in an unrelenting grip, fingers adding more marks to his already bruised and scratched hips, tongue tracing ridges from the whip marks.

No matter what Harry did, he couldn\'t touch Malfoy, couldn\'t reach him from behind. \"Now Potter,\" Draco said, triumphant in his victory. \"I claim you mine.\" And he thrust himself inside.

Harry screamed. It had never hurt, not like this. He was not stretched, he was not truly aroused, he was not lubed and he was not ready.

Malfoy pulled out and jammed himself back inside, feeling Harry\'s earlier injury open up as the blood mingled with his pre-cum. Harry made a sound but whether it was from pain or desire, he couldn\'t tell. Setting a fast pace, loving the sound of flesh against flesh, watching Harry\'s arse turn red with the force of his thrusts Draco revelled in having defeated him.

A tug at his mind made him think that Harry was attempting to enter and he dropped his shields to allow him inside, knowing that he had now taken his life partner. In his head he was already composing the letter to his father. He would be pleased.

He was wholly unprepared for the tingling in his spine or the drop in his stomach that caused him to slow down and focus on Harry. His head had dropped almost to the floor and Draco had a strong impression that he wept. Deciding to finish him on his back, he withdrew and rolled him over, wanting to rejoice in his defeat and impress the fact that he WAS property and claimed now.

His eyes met Harry\'s.

Amid the fury, disgust and the pain, Harry felt something growing, something dark, fearful, painful and sharp, it was something he had never known. He hurt in a way he never had, realizing that his enemy taking him by force had given him what he wished for.

He felt.

He didn\'t know what he felt or why, but for the first time in years his heart was beating...because of Malfoy.

Harry didn\'t like that idea at all.

He had ana tha that to complete the bonding they both needed to climax, but he refused to do that. Draco would not be the one to do that to him, and he was damned if he\'d do it in front of Draco. He frowned. When had he become Draco?

Draco said nothing, just moved to re-enter Harry and complete his task. Harry rolled away from him, the pain shooting through him as he did, gathering his clothes quickly. \"I won\'t do this with you Malfoy.\"

\"Seems you just were.\" Draco pointed out. \"You can\'t figure out if you hate me or if you want to fuck my brains out. Perhaps we can reach an arrangement.\" He gestured to his hard cock. \"My dong wants to finish.\"

\"I don\'t.\" Harry said quietly. \"I will take my leave now, and you can wank yourself to finish. Put THAT in your letter to your father.\"

Draco eyed him with a quiet fury. \"You will surrender to me yet Potter, the chase only makes it more fun.\"

Serious for a moment, Harry\'s eyes held sadness as he focused on Malfoy. \"I could lose everything surrendering to you.\"

\"What?\"

\"I\'ve already lost so much.\" Harry continued, his wall going back up. \"I won\'t lose anymore. I told Justin that it\'s amazing what you can do when you stop being afraid of yourself and I stand by that. Shag someone else, but leave me alone.\"

\"Not that simple Potter.\" Draco stood, trying to ignore his bloody erection.

\"That\'s really your problem isn\'t it?\" Harry said simply as he slid behind the tapestry and vanished into the cold night, leaving Draco alone, naked and hard, thinking of all that had happened.




Dear Father,

As per your instructions I nearly took Potter without his consent. It WAS good Father as you had predicted, rough and bloody the way I like it, however the pillock stopped just before orgasm and I am uncertain if that means I have to touch his scrawny arse again - I do hope not. This is getting quite out of hand and disgusting.

I need you to do some research for me Father. Potter told me something interesting, that he\'d \'already lost so much.\' I want you to find out just what the hell he\'s talking about - not because I have feelings for the little bugger but because I need to figure out how to make him malleable and make him mine.

And he will be mine.

He tried to rebel against me and now I get to punish him and the other person involved - a task I loorwarrward to.

Oh yes, when I was screwing Potter (I will never be clean again Father), I felt a tingling in my spine and a strange feeling in my stomach. Is that normal and how do I avoid it again?

Looking forward to getting the Dark Mark. Report to Voldemort that all is well.

Your son,

Draco Malfoy.

Attaching his latest letter to the leg of his owl, he smiled cruelly as he let his mind drift and invade Justin\'s.

Now the games would begin in earnest.




Harry sat, surrounded by Anaspoors, and convinced that this was the one place Malfoy would never look for him. He wouldn\'t find him here.

Malfoy hadn\'t been lying when he told Harry he\'d take him by force - some part of him, perhaps that one bit of innocence he had left hadn\'t truly believed he\'d do it.

The Anaspoors were fully loyal to him. They\'d keep him away. Harry was damned if he\'d return to the Slytherin dorms for more \'lessons.\' He could survive on his own - as he always had.

Malfoy wouldn\'t touch him again.



Anyone want Chapter 10? Review and let me know.

Next chapter - Vengeance, wedgies and lots of sarcastic rage on behalf of our guys! Does Justin stand a chance?