mast1

Disclaimer: As much as I hate to say this, they aren't mine (damn). They're JK Rowling's, I'm just having some fun with them, but not for any profit!!!

All right, my second try at HP fanfic is here, it's a bit edgier than my first one. If you guys think it's all right so far tell me and I'll start adding more chapters!!!




Harry stared at the pale man leaning arrogantly against the wall across from him, wondering if could possibly have heard what he just thought he had.



Draco Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his silver eyes insolently at him. Join with me.

Harry sank slowly onto the couch, his eyes wide with undisguised amazement. He, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, he who had defeated Lord Voldemort two years ago during his seventh year at Hogwarts had just received what was probably the most bizarre offer of his life - the chance to join up with the new Dark Lord, Heir to Voldemort, son of one of the most infamous Death Eaters, and a wizard of extraordinary power. His former archenemy - well, maybe not exactly former , but - Harry looked appraisingly at Draco through lowered eyelashes - their relationship had changed since school. Changed quite a bit, in fact. Harry knew damn well why he hadn't just murdered this new terror to the wizarding world when he'd randomly shown up in his Diagon Alley apartment but he wasn't about to give Draco his reasons. Toying with him first would be so much more fun.

Harry allowed himself a small smile, thinking about what everyone would think if he took Draco up on his offer. Everyone thought he was so noble, so good - all because of Voldemort, never bothering to think that that had just been, well, personal.

Oh, when he was younger he'd been full of notions about good and evil. Everything had been either black or white, he hadn't been able to see the many shades of gray that swirled through the world. He'd just put everything into one of two simple categories. So easy.

He knew now that it wasn't sometimes so easy. He'd grown up.

What was it Professor Quirrell had said to him so long ago? There is no good and evil, there is only power. Made a lot of sense, actually. He just hadn't been able to see that at the time but now...now he understood completely.

He was so sick of everyone fawning over him, believing he was some kind of super boy because of some scar on his forehead. Always going on about his nobility , his bravery, his goodness. When in the end the force that had been driving him to destroy the Dark Lord was hate. Hate and vengeance.

Forces traditionally associated with the Dark Side, but he had used them to destroy Darkness. It all depends on how the power is used.

Draco would never cling, simpering, to Harry. Which partly explained Harry's obsession with him.

He grinned slyly up at the dragon. His dragon. Why me?

Draco shifted impatiently. Because you're powerful. Because if we join forces there's nothing - nothing - we couldn't do. His silver eyes met Harry's green ones, his gaze blazing with an unearthly intensity. I'll give you anything, anything you want if you'll just agree.

Harry's smile widened. He stood up and moved until he was standing mere inches away from Draco.





Harry tilted his head so that it was extremely close to the other's ear, his breath stirring that silky silver-blonde hair when he spoke.

I just want one thing, Draco, one thing that is very much yours to give.

Draco shifted so he could look directly into Harry's eyes again. Name it.

Harry traced Draco's collarbone lightly, smiling inwardly as he felt the tension run through the other's body at his touch. He leaned in to him, their lips very close.

I want - you, he whispered and caught Draco's lips in a burningly passionate kiss, driving the slender blonde into the wall as he gently parted his lips with his tongues, letting Draco know fully how much he wanted him and how much he'd do for him. He drew it out with agonizing slowness, finally pulling back to take in the other's reaction when he felt that they'd just about pass out if they didn't get some air.

Draco was smiling slightly, Harry noticed with satisfaction. He lightly ran his thin white fingers through Harry's dark hair, letting them come to rest at the nape of his neck in a maddeningly light caress.

All right. I'm yours, now do we have a deal?

Harry smiled in satisfaction as he ran his hands over Draco's chest, reveling in the contact. He leaned in closer.

he whispered softly into the night air. Mine mine mine mine mine.



Sorry if Harry seems so out of character, but I really like the idea of him having a bad side...*evil smile* I hope that wasn't too bad...