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Chapter 2 Meetings in the Dark



Harry shifted his weight in bed again. It had been weeks since he had actually gotten a good night's rest. His body was truly exhausted, but his mind just wouldn't give up and let him fall into sweet oblivion. Why couldn't life be easy? For everyone else it was! Everyone walked around without a care in the world, and if they had some they were never major. Never 'hey how am I going to save the school?' or 'How am I going to save my friends, and my life this time.' And probably they never have damned nightmares every night wondering the next time Voldemort would try yet again to take your life.

Rolling over in bed again, he lay his face in the pillow. Having just washed his hair it was still damp and smelt of spice. The other boys were sound asleep having sweet dreams, or maybe even nightmares...hell some of them might even be having a wet dream. A moan was heard from one of the beds confirming his suspicions. That was another thing that he unfortunately never had time for. Who has time to decide who they want to fuck when they have to worry about saving the world? Fuck it all he needed some air.

His legs slowly rolled out of bed as he made his way to the trunk in front. It creaked open, and he heard someone stir in their sleep. Hands quickly found their way to the invisibility cloak, the smooth fabric practically slipping threw his fingers as he pulled it on, making his way out of the dormitory and into the halls.

His sleepy limbs led him down the corridors past all the portraits and their snoring occupants. His lungs felt as if they couldn't take anymore of the dusky hallways, so he turned his pursuit outside to the grounds. The sky was full of shimmering stars. They almost look like sparkling diamonds trapped in a never ending void of darkness. It was funny when you were in such a depressed mood how much that analogy can remind you of your soul. The moon was full so the outside became lighted with moon light , and his footsteps steadily drew him nearer to a small clearing on the grounds surrounded by trees.

Harry stepped into the clearing wanting to just lie there and look up at the stars. Just to try to find a way to make the nightmares end. Try is the key word for when he got there he saw the moonlight reflect off shimmering blond hair, making it look almost silver.

"Malfoy?" At the sound of his voice the other spun around startled, but then seeing who the intruder was slowly got to his feet and stood there with a smirk on his face.

"What's the matter Potter, couldn't sleep?" Even though the words hadn't really been that vicious there was pure venom in the blond's voice that made the sentence hurtful.

"I should be asking what you're doing here Malfoy...probably up to no good knowing you." He saw the blond take a step forward and as if on instinct took a step back.

"What's the matter Potter you look terrified...If I didn't know any better I'd say that you were actually scared of me." Harry narrowed his eyes, and as Draco took another step forward he denied his instincts and stayed where he was at, making Draco smirk again.

"What possible reason would I have to be scared of you Malfoy? For one I don't see your lackeys anywhere which means it's just the two of us." Draco took another step forward, never breaking eye contact with the other boy.

"I guess it does mean that doesn't it Potter, but the trouble is one of us is a Malfoy and the other...well the other an orphaned brat." Harry's eyes narrowed at that last comment, which only made Malfoy's grin widen. "What's the matter Potter did I hurt your feelings...I'd say I was sorry, but I hate to lie." It was Harry this time who took a step forward.

"Say what you will Malfoy at least my parents cared for me...your father might give you money and power, but what about love?" Harry looked into Draco's eyes and for a second thought he saw some hurt in them, but shrugged it off. Because Draco was a cold non-feeling bastard, he couldn't possibly feel any sort of pain.

"What would you know about love Potter? My father may not show his love in hugs and kisses..." In a more relieved tone he added. "thank god." His eyes turned back to serious, and Harry couldn't help but stare at how they almost gleamed in the moonlight. "But he shows it in a different way." He grinned at this and as if in an after thought added. "And at least he's alive to show it unlike your worthless father and your filthy little whore of a mudblood mother!"

Harry's fists clenched, and his eyes narrowed to slits. He tried to get a control over his anger. That was after all what the prat wanted, and he would not let Malfoy win. But still he couldn't exactly let him get away with talking about his parents in such a disgusting tone. He walked forward, closing the space between the two so that they were face to face. "Take that back Malfoy!" He practically screamed in his face, and he thought he saw a hint of fear on the boy's face, but it was soon replaced by the annoyingly familiar smirk of his.

The two were so close that they could feel the other's hot breath on their lips. They were both basically the same shape and size which made them about equal match, which Draco was fully aware of. "Make me you disgusting half breed..." This was all that was needed to break Harry. He jumped Malfoy, making the blond's eyes widen in surprise and fear. After all he probably never thought he would actually attack him.

The two rolled around on the grassy floor, each exchanging blows their fair share of blows. Harry hit Draco square in the jaw, and he spat up crimson. Having enough of this he used all his strength to roll Harry underneath him, and with Harry squirming, tightened his hands around the cocky boy's neck. While squeezing as hard as he could he noticed that Harry almost held a smile on his face, which only made the blond squeeze harder. That was until he felt something poking him between his thighs that made his eyes widen, and release his grip on the boy's neck, who just so happened to be mirroring his own shock and surprise at recent events.

Getting a control over his shock Draco smiled. This wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world, and there were plenty of ways that he could definitely use this to his advantage. After all the boy who lived was definitely nothing if not attractive. From his dark raven hair to his ridiculously green eyes. Even his skin was perfect, except of course the scar, which in his opinion made him all the more sexy. The boy was still staring wide eyed at him, and he did the only thing that could make the gaping hole he called a mouth close from surprise. He grinded his hips into the other's erection. Not the nicest thing to do in this situation, but instead of a protest he received a moaning gurgling sound, which assured him that he was doing something right.

"Enjoying yourself Potter, and here I never pictured you as the type to be a masochist." Harry, just coming to his senses, pushed up half heartily. Trying his best to get the other off.

"Get off Malfoy this doesn't mean anything...just get off." He heard the desperation in the other's voice, and it only seemed to fuel his desire to taste the boy, who up until now, thought he had despised for all these years.

"Oh believe me Potter I have no doubt that I'll be getting off, but as to your request." Harry's eyes held a mixture between lust and fear at his little innuendo, but Draco hardly took any notice. "No I don't think I will...I think I'll do something much more fun if you ask me." He watched as Harry's eyes filled with fear, and leaned in capturing the boy's lips. Harry's lips tasted like sugar, and as Harry's mouth opened to him, he probed him with is tongue seeking to find what the rest of him tasted like.

Harry pulled back from Malfoy. "Stop...what do you think you're doing Malfoy?" His question was responded with another smirk, and the blond leaned in to lay kisses down his chin. When he got bored off the chin he settled for sucking on his neck, making sure he would remember this tomorrow. Harry pushed him away again, and Malfoy's eyes narrowed to slits. "I'm serious Malfoy get the fuck off."

"You know what I don't think I will Potter. I think you liked it before, and that all you need is some encouragement." That said he leaned down, biting him in the shoulder. He could taste the blood from the wound pooling into his mouth. He heard Harry moan again, and his hand trailed to cup his erection through the material of his pants. "You see Potter I know your weakness...you like to be hurt." Draco squeezed. "So beg me to hurt you."

Harry arched to the other's touch as he continued to stroke him through his pants. His breathing was ragged, and he knew there was nothing he could do. The strange part was that in the back of his mind he didn't know if there was anything he wanted to do. He had never been touched like this before, and what the blond was doing felt really good. an "Mmmm Malfoy...please." He saw the blond and begin to unzip his pants. When he received no rejection, he then preceded to remove his own.

"Please what Potter? Tell me what you want me to do." He quickly discarded both of their clothes, and now they both lay there naked. He grabbed Harry's fully hardened member, and began to slowly stroke, teasing it ever so slightly. Doing his best to make the other whine in protest. "Tell me Harry...tell me what you want me to do." To emphasize his point he roughly squeezed his erection, making Harry cry out in pain.

"Hurt me Draco..." The blond stroked rather hard, enjoying the pleas he was receiving. "For God's sake hurt me." This made the blond smile again, and he did as the boy asked, raking his fingernails across his chest. His finely manicured nails did their job in leaving huge gashes covering his normally flawless chest, and as the blood began to ooze, he leaned down as if a kitten would to lap it up. He made sure to Stop on the way down to toy with both his nipples. Sucking on stubs until they were erect then he latched his teeth onto the pink stub, and bit as hard as he could.

By this point Harry was just a limp gasping form on the ground. He had never felt so much pleasure in his life. The part he didn't understand though was that he got it from his own pain. Maybe Malfoy was right...maybe he was a masochist. Draco traveled lower, stopping to nuzzle his thigh for a moment before licking his way up to his erection, sucking the precum off of the top. He used his whole mouth to cover Harry's member, bobbing up and down. The point came when the raven-haired boy thought he could take no more, and to his disappointment the blond pulled away. "Not yet Potter I'm going to be inside you when you cum...when you cum I want you to be screaming out my name."

He spread his hand in the pool of blood that was still left on Harry's chest, and using that as lubrication as gently slid one finger into his tight hole. Slowly moving it around until he heard Harry gasp, and then roughly adding the next two. After making sure he was properly stretched, he positioned himself just outside the entrance, and with a deep breath, pushed himself in.

He was engulfed in heat, and gods Harry was tight. He grabbed said boy's hair and yanked him up to meet his gaze before roughly kissing him. When he was sure the other was settled, and not in too much pain he began to move...slowly at first, and then faster. He could hear the other gasping underneath him, but he didn't care. By this point he was too far gone to be concerned with anything but his own pleasure. He thrust harder and harder, doing well to note the warm liquid dripping down his own thigh. Realizing that he probably tore something, he quickly looked down at Harry. To his delight he saw that he seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, if not more, than he was himself. Harry screamed out his name, and just hearing that voice call out to him in pleasure, he felt he couldn't contain himself anymore. With a gasp he came inside Harry, and grabbed Harry, stroking him to his point of climax. He was well spent, and collapsed on his new lover's chest. Breathing deeply, but very satisfied. "See Potter, didn't I tell you that would be more fun?"

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"Harry, Harry wake up lets go to breakfast!" Harry opened his eyes and rolled over in bed. Immediately after doing this though he recoiled, and curled into a fetal position. Why the hell did he hurt so much? But more importantly why did he hurt so much there of all places? Trying to remember what he had done that could have possibly left him in so much pain, the events of the night flooded back to him.

"Oh God!" He pulled his glasses on, and stared at a worried looking Ron.

"Bloody hell mate you look absolutely terrible. What happened to you last night?" Harry followed Ron's eyes to what he was staring at, and saw that sadly his shirt was only half way button, leaving for Ron a clear view of all the newly formed scratches, bites, and welts that were scattered across his chest.. He quickly pulled his shirt closed, and tried not to meet Ron's eyes.

"Nothing." Damn did he sound like he was lying. Now here's where he think of a good excuse to why this could have possibly happen. "I couldn't sleep so I went over to Hagrid's, and me and Fang got into a spat." Wow he was a bad liar, but hey if it works.

"Wow you sure got your arse kicked." Harry smiled at this, but could still see a look of mistrust in his best friends eyes. He honestly did feel bad for lying to him, but then he couldn't exactly tell him where those marks had actually come from.

"Yeah well I'll be more careful next time...err should we go down to breakfast?" He saw the red haired boy nod, and got out of bed pulling on his robes. All the while trying not to wince and double over in pain. After all very concerned looking eyes were still upon him.

The trip to the great hall was harder than he expected. Draco had definitely torn something, and the desire to limp or just not walk at all was starting to gain more and more momentum. But sadly he knew that was something, however desiring, he just couldn't do. After all what would Ron think? For that matter what would anybody think? If they asked what could he possibly tell them, when he himself didn't know all the answers? Was it just a one-time thing? Did he want it to be anything besides a one-time thing? Did he feel for Malfoy...no that was impossible he hated him, but when does hate become desire? Why did he react so strongly when he touched him, or more importantly when he hurt him? Why did it feel so good to know that his blood would be touching the blond's lips...sliding down that perfect throat?

He made his way to the table to see a happy looking Hermione sitting across from him, and over his shoulder could see an even happier looking Slytherin staring at him. Why was he staring? Was it all a big joke for him, just yet another way to show him up? Was all that just so he could make him his bitch, and tell all his friends that even though Potter is the golden boy I can still make him beg for me...I can make him scream for me...I can make him bleed for me?'

Green and Gray eyes stared for a long time before Harry's thoughts got the better of him, and narrowed them to slits before turning away. He would not give him the satisfaction of even looking at him. Not after what he did to him. Not after the way he had no doubt used him. He turned making small talk with his friends before they had to start classes, but all the time kept wondering why he wanted Draco to do it again.

He made it through most of the day without error, but now he was headed to potions class. He couldn't help but hold doubt in the back of his mind that the only reason he had done good thus far is that he hadn't had to be around the body that matched the eyes that seemed to stare at his soul mercilessly...begging for answers, and he knew he had none to give.

Harry collapsed into his seat by Hermione, and felt it was good he had her as a partner, because he doubted he'd be of much good today. The fact that he could feel a pair of cold eyes glaring at him only made him more nervous about how this day was going to turn out. Snape had told them to make a simple aging potion, and sensing Harry's obvious lack of concentration, Hermione had taken over the assignment leaving Harry to do pretty much whatever he wanted. Strangely enough the object of his desires happened to just be a few seats over.

His eyes traveled up the black robe to his perfect skin that was so white it was almost transparent. He saw perfectly crafted cheekbones, and beautifully pink lips...lips that just last night had kissed him. When his gaze settled on his eyes he noticed that they were staring straight back at him. They seemed to be asking an unknown question, and Harry didn't know how to respond.

Draco's mouth curved into a smirk, and he lifted his eyebrows after finding the boy who had caught his attention staring at him almost hungrily. He hadn't regretted last night, exact opposite in fact. He starved for more of the boy, but after what he had seen this morning he thought that for Harry that was anything but so. He thought that he at least regretted it, and probably hated him for it. He had after all caught him in a weak moment, but gods did he want to do it again. He had never felt so much as when he was deep inside Harry, pounding at him with all the strength he possessed.

"Mr. Potter would you like to snap out of your dream world, and pay at least a little attention in my class." Draco almost laughed as he saw Harry staring at Snape with fear in his eyes as he tried to come up with an excuse for why he was staring into oblivion, or rather at Draco...but he could hardly say that now could he?

"I'm sorry sir. I'll get right to work on the potion." He began scrambling around, knocking various ingredients over in the process.

"There's not exactly a need now is there since your partner seems to have already completed it...five points will be taking from the both of you, and I expect next time you come to class for you to actually participate...is that clear Mr. Potter?"

"Yes sir..." His voice sounded so miserable, and Draco was feeling the need to comfort him in the only way he knew. The bell rang, and everyone was getting ready to go. The blond saw a hand rest on his newly formed lover's shoulder, and felt a cold stab of jealousy, but more importantly the need to intervene.

"Maybe mudblood if you didn't waste so much time covering for your little boyfriend here your house would be leading and not Slytherin, but hey I guess I should thank you for being such a whore..." His voice was full of menace, never in his life had he felt such rage for the girl, and seeing the hurt in her eyes made him feel better than it usually did, if that was possible. He saw the girl about to respond, but Harry stepped in front of her. But then that shouldn't of surprised him, Harry was after all her fucking knight in shining armor.

"Shut your mouth Malfoy" It had been meant for an insult, but Draco couldn't help but visualize Harry helping him do just that.

"Make me Potter." He called him out with a threatening tone, but there was no threat in his eyes. Draco wanted Harry, and he would have him.

"Fuck off Malfoy." The blond raised his eyebrows at this. Was this a hidden invitation? To test his theory, he grabbed a hand full of Harry's hair. Pulling him down so that his lips touched his ear, he whispered as quietly as he could.

"Only if you join me" He saw the boy's eyes widen, and almost laughed as that stupid friend of his was asking what he had just done. "If you'll excuse me Potter I have better things to do with my time." The blond grabbed his things. leaving a very shocked Harry behind.

Draco could still see Harry's reddened skin, and smiled for he knew the boy's secret. He knew stuff about the boy that his friends couldn't possibly fathom. After all who would guess that the golden boy of Hogwarts derived such pleasure from pain? That his self-appointed enemy could make him beg for it...beg for him. Gods did he want the green eyed boy again, and a Malfoy always got what he wanted.

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"Oh I just hate that arrogant little twit thinking he's so high, and mighty and that if he wants something he only need ask, and it will be laid at his feet!" Hermoine had been going on like this since their little confrontation in potions class. "And calling me a whore...a bloody whore! That stupid pasty faced ferret!"

Harry rolled his eyes. Was it too much to ask that he might have changed? I mean sure by all means what they had shared hadn't been what most would describe as an intimate experience, but that didn't mean it meant nothing! Okay so maybe to Draco it had been a casual fuck, but up until last night Harry was a virgin, and he fucking thought it meant something. "Well you can't expect much more out of him, he is a Malfoy." He wasn't sure if he was trying to comfort Hermione or himself with that last comment, but it seemed to quiet his friend down, so at least one would for awhile know some peace. "Hey you guys I have to go, I've got Quidditch practice. I'll talk to you later." He heard them mutter their good-byes as he made his way out of the common room.

As he slipped through the fat lady he was met by a pair of arguing twins. "Just leave it alone Fred it doesn't matter!"

"Of course it matters. Now tell me what's going on." Fred had backed George into a wall, and seemed to be genuinely concerned about something.

"Fuck off Fred it isn't important, and we're attracting spectators like our young Harry friend here..." Harry raised an eyebrow at the two peculiar acting twins. He had been close friends with them for awhile now, and although they were nothing like Ron or Hermione they were pleasant to talk to, and always good for a laugh. But it seemed at this very moment they were having plenty problems of their own.

"Problems guys?" Both smiled together, and shook their heads.

"Nothing for you to be concerned with...the only thing that should be worrying you is the match against Hufflepuff tomorrow night." Harry rolled his eyes at this.

"Fine change the subject, don't tell me...you know what I don't even want to know, what business is it of mine anyways." He smiled at them. "And believe me you don't have to worry about Hufflepuff. I'm sure they'll be no problem."

"Bit confident are we? I think all this famous stuff is starting to go to somebody's head, eh George?"

"Aye maybe someone should take him down a notch, or give him a good shag." Harry blushed at the last comment, and saw George's eyebrows raise. "Or maybe that's the problem you're getting it so good from someone that said person has turned you into a git."

"Not everyone's like you George, they can be confident for other reasons than getting laid...or lack there of. Is that the problem you guys? Both cranky at each other cuz you can't get any?" He saw George's face turn as red as his hair, and Fred having noticed this to turned to his brother, and stared at him in shock.

"Is that all it is now George? Well if you needed a good fuck you could always go to Katie...gods that girl is always putting out." In spite of himself George smiled.

"Thanks for the tip Fred, but despite how much fun this conversation has been I think all three of us have a place we need to be, and I think we should be off so are ever confident Harry can in fact have no problem with Hufflepuff tomorrow." The three smiled, and made there way to the Quidditch field, unaware of a pair of red eyes watching from the shadows.

Harry mounted his broomstick as the snitch was released into the air. Despite how friendly the conversation had become he knew there was still something off between the twins, and he would find out, but for now he had problems of his own to deal with... problems that to his dismay had come to watch practice. He looked down at the bleachers to the blond staring with a smirk on his face. Harry scowled, he didn't know why the Slytherin team had come to watch the Gryffindors play, but he knew he didn't like the cold eyes that seemed to follow him all over the field. What were they playing at? Were they trying to learn some of their plays so that they could more easily win, and if so why hadn't they ever come before? These troubling thoughts were why Draco's eyes seem to be like fire, and why he wanted him so...even though he knew to him Harry was nothing but a toy...a toy he liked to play with, and though it hurt, Harry knew that if asked to play, he would let him.

He saw a shimmer of gold in his eyesight, and turned his broomstick in hasty pursuit of the now fleeing object. The snitch disappeared in and out of the bleachers, speeding up as it went along so, in an effort to catch the evading object, Harry grabbed hold of his firebolt, tipping it in heavy pursuit of the snitch. He was in such concentration with tiny object that he didn't notice that while he was dodging in and out of bleachers he had began to head for the one where all the Slytherins were at. He stretched out his hand, eagerly trying to grasp the small metal object when a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Watch where you're going Potter you're likely to run in to us you stupid prat!" He looked up to see that he was in fact heading straight for the crowd of spectators. In fact he was nearly on top of them! Harry pulled up on his broomstick, trying to avoid a deadly encounter, but to no avail. The bottom of his broomstick collided with the end of the bleacher, and he reached out for the golden ball before his head collided with something hard as he toppled over, everything going black as he hit.

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Emerald eyes shot open, but couldn't see a thing. Harry was surrounded by an all consuming blackness that seemed to fill the entire room, or he shouldn't say room for it wasn't. Rooms hold some form of comfort. This, the best he could explain, was like a dementor. It seemed to suck all the happiness out of him, and leave him alone wanting comfort...wanting light...wanting answers. He picked himself up to his feet and began to walk. Where to he had no idea, but it was better then just sitting there waiting for the darkness to consume his soul.

"Harry Potter." At the sound of the voice Harry swung around looking for its source. The voice was very cold, and he was dreading meeting the face it belonged to.

"Who are you? Show yourself." Harry heard the voice laugh as if asking who he might be was the strangest notion in the world.

"Who am I? I am both everyone and no one." Harry narrowed his eyes...so he was going to try to get into his head.

"Listen I don't want to play games where are we?" Harry spun around trying to get a glimpse whoever had him here. Unfortunately the voice seemed to reverberate off the walls, making getting a lock on it next to impossible.

"We Harry Potter are no where...and everywhere." Harry didn't know how much more of this he could take.

"Listen I'm sick of your cryptic bullshit! Either show yourself or fuck off...either way makes no difference to me." A figure appeared in the darkness, and it was in that moment when he finally got a good look on who this mysterious stranger really was. His hair was as black as the night, as was the billowing robe he was wearing. The only reason he knew he wasn't seeing things was the glowing white skin, and his eyes. Eyes the color of blood that seemed to glow in the darkness. As he stared into the depths of them a shiver ran up his spine, and he could feel goose bumps start to rise on his arms.

"What's the matter Potter you seemed frightened...I hope it's not because of me. After all that wouldn't be to much fun. I don't want you scared of me...yet." The last word was almost a whisper, but Harry caught it and took a step away from the haunting figure.

"What do you want?" He saw the figure smile, and took another step back.

"For now only to warn you." Harry narrowed his eyes at the boy. Even though he had just met him, he was beginning to like him less and less.

"Warn me about what?" Harry definitely didn't trust this guy and didn't know if he wanted to know what he had to say, but his curiosity and need for adventure were getting the better of him.

"Much will happen at Hogwarts Harry...people you once trusted will betray you, and people who were once thought of as foes will become your allies...so how does that old saying go...oh yes...keep your friends close and your enemies closer...but then again from what I've seen you've already got that part covered." Harry felt a blush creep through his cheeks as the figure winked at him.

"How do you know? Have you been following me?" Surely he couldn't have been in the clearing last night.

"No Harry I see everything...I am everything." He waved his arms in the air as if to prove his point. "I have to go now, but if you ever need me just ask." He saw the figure begin to retreat, and knew he had to stop him. He ran up grabbing the arm, but let go immediately as his fingers frosted over...he was literally freezing to the touch. Harry grabbed his hand trying to bite back the temporary pain.

"What do you mean ask? Ask who? You never told me your name!" A head turned over his shoulder to look back at him. Harry noticed that he didn't seem that much older than he was, probably only by a year or two, but he could see that his eyes, however haunting, held knowledge he himself would never even dream of holding.

"You can call me Silas...now I really do need to go. This world is beginning to fade...so until next time." Then as if he had never been there Harry was once again alone, but he could see that there were stabs of light starting to peek in through the darkness, and Harry felt light headed and fell to the floor, blacking out again.

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Light cascaded into Harry's view, but he kept his eyes shut. He heard unfamiliar voices all around him laughing. Why they were laughing he really had no idea, but then he heard an all too familiar voice, and the words he said almost made him wince. "See what did I tell you guys...I'm irresistible. Even Potter can't help it." This resulted in more laughing, and Harry became all too aware that he was lying on something, or someone...or rather his face was. He opened his eyes and raised his head only to see that he was laying face first in Draco's crotch. He saw the sadistic smile on the blond's face, and cringed...of course there was no way he could just let this go...no way any of them could for that matter. "Enjoying yourself there Potter? You know if you wanted to suck someone off so badly I'm sure your weasel of a friend would be happy to oblige."

More laughter ensued, and Harry picked himself all the way up, glaring daggers at Malfoy the whole time. Why of all the places to pass out had it been on his crotch? "Trust me when I say Malfoy that I enjoyed that as much as I would having crucious curse cast on me." He saw the blond's eyes narrow, but then smiled at him.

"That so Potter? I guess I'll have to try that sometime then." Harry looked at Draco who had a playful look on his face, and was about to respond when Fred and George joined in.

"I'd like to see that wouldn't you George?" George wrapped an arm around his brother and they both beamed grins at the other Slytherins.

"Oh aye Harry and Malfoy dueling...that'd be a laugh. I bet you that if Harry so much as raised his wand Malfoy would go crying like a little girl to his father." They started laughing and Fred did a nice impression of Draco.

"Father father Harry threatened me. Now use all your glorious money and power and have him punished because lord knows I can't do it myself." The other Gryffindors had come to see what all the commotion was about, and broke into laughter at Fred's joke. But Harry knew better then to laugh, his eyes were fixed on Malfoy's and he thought, but he didn't know for sure, that pain was in his eyes from the comment.

"You think you're funny Weasleys? At least my father has the money and power to do those sort of things if the time comes...How'd you afford books this year, selling your little sister on the corner? She is of proper age now...I bet she rakes in a pretty penny huh?" The rest of the team had to hold the twins back as they practically jumped Malfoy. Harry frowned as he looked back and forth from both of them seeing the twins' hot-tempered faces. Then he looked at Draco seeing at first shock, but now a smug grin knowing that they wouldn't touch him, or rather couldn't.

Harry glared at Draco...even for him that was low. "I don't get it Malfoy do you think it's fun hurting people?"

"You seem to enjoy it Potter." Harry's eyes widened, and he felt a blush creep up his neck. He saw the blond wink, and thought that at this moment it would feel pretty good to just slug him, wiping that arrogant look off his face permanently. No one else had known what that last comment had meant...no one except the both of them, and now their eyes were locked together. Each of them just waiting for the other to make a move. Both seemed oblivious of the fact that they were surrounded...to them it was just the two of them locked in a never-ending gaze.

It was Harry who broke off first. Not by his will of course...it seemed he didn't even have one when he was around Draco. A twin had grabbed his arm, and he thought he heard him mutter something like 'it wasn't worth it' before leading him into the locker rooms to change.

"I fucking hate that Malfoy! I can see why my brother is always going on and on with complaints about him...the boy's a nightmare."

"I know what you mean George. Fuck Harry how do you put up with him?" Harry smiled at this.

"I don't know guys you just don't give him any attention. He's just putting up an act...I'm sure he's not like that when he's not around people. I mean no one can really be that evil." The twins eyebrows raised in unison.

"I don't know Harry he is a Malfoy, and when it comes to that family I reckon they can."

"Yeah and what's this all about anyways Harry? You sound as if you're defending him."

"Don't be ridiculous George why would I defend him...He hates me." in a more mumbled tone he added. "I hate him" more for their benefit than his own.

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Once he had returned to the Gryffindor common room the scenes from his dream flooded back. He remembered a face, though he couldn't picture it very vividly, but he did remember crimson eyes the color of blood. The images were retreating more and more until all he saw were the figure's eyes. The mysterious stranger had tried to tell him something, but what? A warning of some kind he thought, though he couldn't remember the details, and a name...what was that name?

"Hey Harry, Fred and George just told us what happened...you alright mate?" He smiled at Ron. Genuine concern was plastered on his face, and he felt that just that little bit was enough to close the wounds from Draco's lack there of.

"Yeah I'm okay Ron...I'm kinda tired, and I have a game tomorrow so I'm gonna call it a night...err I'll see you in the morning alright?"

"Yeah sure thing Harry. Don't want you losing on my expense...see you tomorrow then." After a quick wave to the rest of the people he retreated up the stairs. This really was one hell of a day, and he hadn't been lying when he said that if he didn't rest he probably wouldn't be able to play tomorrow.

His body ached so much from not letting it rest during the day, and for the sake of not having to answer questions he had bit through the pain, acting normally through his body's protests. Harry removed his robes so that he just stood there in his boxers to examine the damage of the previous night. His jaw couldn't help but drop at what he saw, it really was a lot worse than he thought. His whole body was covered in bruises, and there was still dried blood smeared over the many cuts, and to his dismay dried cum on his stomach. Oh this was just great! If Ron had happened to see that little bit he now probably thought he was shagging Fang. As if he didn't already have enough to worry about.

He collapsed in bed, pulling the covers over his head as he thought over today's events. Red eyes flashed through his mind, and goose bumps rose on his skin making him suddenly very cold. Who had that been, and why couldn't he remember his face? Then of course there were also gray eyes in his mind...gray eyes with pale skin, and he felt himself wanting Draco. Seriously there had to be something really fucked up with him if he wanted someone who treated him like that. Who actually got off on the idea of hurting him. A little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that he got off from being hurt by him. He closed his eyes, and clearing his mind for the first time in a while fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Harry awoke in a much better mood than the previous day. Malfoy was no longer such a big deal, because he had more important things to worry about. Like beating Hufflepuff in Quidditch. He wasn't near as sore as he had previously been, and things were looking up. He found that they always did when it was time for Quidditch. Practice hadn't gone as smoothly as he would have hoped, but it was Hufflepuff. They were the second worst team next to Ravenclaw...now if he were playing Slytherin it would have been a different story.

"Hey mate are yeh up yet? I want to get down to the great hall...I'm starving" Harry smiled at the normalness of this, and was glad for it. The last thing he needed was another day like yesterday.

"When are you not hungry Ron?" Said red head appeared in front of him grinning.

"That's not the point...the point is for you to get your lazy arse moving before I do it for you!" Harry bit back the urge to laugh at this, and instead glared at his friend.

"Oh yeah and how pray tell do you plan to do that?" He cocked his eyebrows, inviting the red head to respond. He saw a mischievous glimmer in Ron's eyes and could only guess what was going to come next.

"You'll find I can be verra persuasive when I need to be." Before Harry could respond the red head had thrown Harry's covers over his head. Then preceded to jump on him, and roll him off the bed. Harry landing on hard floor with an undignified 'oof', after which he calmly sat up glaring at his friend, but there was no real anger in his eyes.

"I guess that's one way to do it, but I gotta say Ron I do wish it was a less painful way." To this his friend smiled, and shrugged his shoulders The red head sat on his own bed waiting for the Gryffindor to throw on some clothes. When said task was done the two headed down to the great hall. Harry glad it was a Quidditch day, and Ron ecstatic that his friend was back to normal.

As they were heading to the great hall Harry saw a flicker of blond out of the corner of his eye, and sighed remembering that his life at the moment was definitely not back to normal. He turned his head, and saw that Malfoy was alone leaning against the wall, apparently thinking. The thought struck Harry as odd, and even more odd was the fact that he wanted to know what, or who, about. "Hey Ron I'll meet you in the hall...I forgot something."

"Alright, but don't take to long or they'll be no food left for yeh." Harry smiled

"I won't...it'll only take a second." With that little explanation, and a small wave he dropped back to where Malfoy was. Leaving his friend to go to breakfast alone.

"Um...err...Malfoy?" The blond looked up, surprised to see the raven-haired boy standing in front of him.

"Well well Potter what has brought you to talk to me I wonder?" The blond took a step closer. " Or maybe it isn't the fact that you want to talk, but have different needs in mind." The blond raised his eyes questionably as nervousness seemed to flicker across Harry's features.

"I wanted to know Draco if what happened...err why it happened and if..." Draco rolled his eyes at the boy, but he was quite cute like this. Especially the way he kept biting his lower lip, and thought the floor to be the most interesting thing in the world.

"You want to know why I did it right?" He saw Harry nod, and continued. "As I recall I wasn't the only one who participated, so blaming it solely on me makes no sense Potter." He didn't know why he was getting angry, it was a simple question. It wasn't like he raped him or anything...quite the opposite the boy had been quite willing. He for one remembered him begging for it.

"I know Malfoy but...you didn't yesterday...you were." Malfoy couldn't help but smirk. He had single handily reduced the famous Harry Potter to a stuttering mess. He took another step closer, backing Harry into a wall. He saw fear in the boy's eyes, and it only enticed him more. His hand slid up his shirt, feeling the scabbed over traces of what he had done to him. "Malfoy we shouldn't...people could see." The blonde smirked, that meant that he wanted to.

"Oh come on Harry you know you want to...admit it. The sooner you do the better it will be for you." He stated matter of factly, and saw how Harry's resolve began to crumble. Now it was time for the finishing blow. "Nobody will see us. They're all eating right now...just say you want it Harry." His hand slipped down to cup the growing bulge in raven-haired one's pants, and when he heard a moan he leaned forward so that their lips were almost touching. "Say you want me Harry." He stroked Harry's erection again, and could feel the boy's gasping breath on his face.

"Draco...I want you." This was all the blond needed to hear, and he leaned forward claiming his lips. He felt electricity shoot through his mouth, and as Harry opened his he slipped his tongue inside. They were like that for what seemed like an eternity, but then that surreal moment was broken when footsteps could be heard coming their way.

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