Another little dark Fanfic. If you don't like evil Harry don't read this. Okay Summary… Um… Draco is sent on a mission and he fails for the first time, but Harry is merciful, in Draco's opinion, Not only letting him live, but Harry does not torture him. H/D slash. Read & Review! Please! I will love you forever if you do!

Submissive Rather Then Arrogant

Moonlight slipped in through the window and filled the corridor with an ethereal glow. It seemed to slide like water over the smooth, milky skin of the young man's bare shoulder. He leaned against the wall breathing heavily. Paying no mind to the moonlight, he glanced around him. A hand came up to rake through his already tousled pale blonde hair and he let his head slip back and rest against the stones.

"What the Hell went wrong?" He looked down at himself. His midnight robes were torn and ragged. One shoulder ripped out completely, the fabric hung loosely. A purpling bruise was blooming across the flawless skin of his face, marring his otherwise beautiful visage. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He ached, his whole body hurt. He shook his head. "How am I going to explain this, this Failure?"

A thud shook the wall supporting him. He straightened and looked around wildly. Something at the end of the hallway caught his eye and he took off running again. "Damn this school and all its fucking charms." He muttered, turning a corner. He burst through a gigantic double door, with a triumphant shout. He conjured a thin black broom, a Nimbus 2001, and mounted it. Kicking off hard, he just managed to escape the enormous three-headed dog that he'd been running from. "This is so not over" he called to the snarling hound.

The blonde jerked around on his broom, when he heard a pop. He gasped sharply and bobbed his head in respect to the figure hovering on the broomstick next to him. "Master. I-"

"What happened, Draco?"

"I-I'm sorry." He faltered and bowed his head, as if in expectation of a blow. "I-I didn't know how…how to get by the dog. I am so sorry, My Lord."

Gone were the arrogant attitude, the snobbish airs, the insults flung for no reason, and the snide comments of his youth. He no longer taunted the beautifully handsome raven-haired young man. No. Now, they were lovers. Now, Draco was a loyal servant to the new Dark Lord.

"Draco, I'm disappointed. But because it's you, I will overlook this failure. After all you have never let me down before. And if you value your life, sanity, and free-will, you never will again." The raven-haired young man turned expressionless green eyes on the blonde, who looked up, breath-taking silver eyes wide with shock.

"You-You are t-too kind, My Lord." He stammered, trying to pull himself together.

The other young man grinned. "You will do better next time, Draco. You are very useful and usually efficient. Usually." He surveyed the barking three-headed dog below. "I should have known. That…thing's name is Fluffy. To pacify him, all you need to do is play him a bit of music. Take care of him later. Now. Come. We need to get you cleaned up and call a meeting." With another pop, he Disapparated.

Draco just stared at the spot where his Master had been seconds before. He was shocked. He had expected the Crusiatus Curse, in the very least. He even half expected the Killing Curse, but nothing? He let out the breath he'd been holding and followed, as he had been commanded.

He Apparated, with a pop. The blonde stood in the Potter mansion in front of the Throne, which was now occupied by the green-eyed teen. Draco bowed low and stayed that way until he was commanded to rise. He stood rigidly, as his father had taught him.

The dark-haired boy in front of him stood and circled him, green eyes searching for injury. A gentle hand examined the tender skin of his bare shoulder. He let out a soft hiss. The fingers slipped up to the crook of his neck and turned caressing rather then indifferent. Cool lips laid feather-light kisses on his flesh. Warmth spread through his shoulder just under the skin and he felt it begin to heal. "Thank you, My Lord." He said shakily.

"Say my name, Draco."

The lips grazed his jaw, touching sensitive spot, and he gasped, "Harry!"

The Raven-haired teen smiled. He, now, stood directly in front of Draco. His green eyes searching the other boys face, they narrowed at the sight of the blood seeping for the corner of the blonde's mouth.

H leaned close. The former Gryffindor's tongue snaked out and licked away the blood.

The silver-eyed teen shuddered with pleasure. His eyes closed. A smirk formed on the other's face. "Draco" he whispered. The hand that had been resting on his shoulder now crept up to rap around his neck. The cool lips that had soothed away his pain now rested against his. He returned the kiss hungrily. He felt the dark-haired boy's tongue brush his lower lip and he opened his mouth. They warred for dominance inside Draco's mouth, until the Raven-haired boy pulled back.

"We will finish this later."

Draco nodded and stepped aside. The Dark Lord pulled up his sleeve and laid two fingers over the scorched tattoo mark on his forearm. "Defluare"

There was a sudden swish of cloaks and a chorus of soft popping. "Ah, my Eaters. I have some bad news, I'm afraid." Draco jerked his head up and stared straight ahead, looking at nothing. Black robed figures filled in the circle around Draco, taking their places. "There has been a, um, glitch in my plans and we will have to halt the process." The blonde's jaw dropped. Why was he taking the blame for this? He was making it sound like it was his fault. Why? "In the meantime, you all may do whatever you like. I am being generous. Do not abuse it!"

A red-headed teenage boy stepped forward out of the circle, and knelt, "Thank you, Master. You are most generous."

"Yes, Ron. Stand up."

The red-head stood and stepped back to take his place. Next a brown-haired young woman stepped forward and knelt, "Please, My Lord. May I ask what glitch has arisen?"

"You may, Hermione. I sent an ill-prepared Eater to obtain what I need. I did not explain the, er, problems he was to encounter. He survived his run-in, with our old friend Fluffy, without serious injury."

She took in a sharp breath. "My Lord, he was not told? And he lived?"

"Yes, Hermione. Draco, come here."

The silver-eyed young man stepped up and knelt, his head bowed. "My Lord. I failed you. I'm sorry." He felt a hand on hid one clothed shoulder. He looked up to see the green-eyed boy staring down at him. The young man jestured for both Draco and, the brown-haired girl, Hermione to rise. They complied.

"This is something you all we rarely, if ever, hear again. Draco, I should be the one apologizing. I withheld vital information from you and sent you on a dangerous mission. My mistake could have cost you your life. I apologize." The raven-haired young man bowed his head slightly. The room held its breath.

"I-I-I…" He seemed to be getting less coherent the more time he spent in the young man's presence. This time his stumbling was due to shock.

Harry grinned, nodded, and the room let out the breath it had been holding. His head tilted up slightly and he heard a murmur. "What was that, Angelina?"

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