DISCLAIMER: If you recognize it, it's not mine.

A/N: Here lies the sequal of "Sheep in Wolf's Clothing." I hope you all enjoy it as you seemed to enjoy the first one. Love and peace to all.

I am the voice inside your head

And I control you

I am the lover in you bed

And I control you

–Nine Inch Nails, Self Destruction Pt. 2

I have you.

It wasn't hard, you know? Though I know you don't want me to know it, I know how you feel about me, how obsessed you are over me. I know how easy it would be for me to get anything I want from you.

And I do.

You must thing I'm so cruel, to torture you the way I do. When we're in the halls, or in class together, I like to tease you, frustrate you. Oh, you put up a good front, few have even noticed anything odd in your behavior.

I did.

I see it, I see you. I see how you squirm and wriggle like the worm you seem to think you are, so neatly and beautifully snared on my hook. You would make such easy bait for He-Who-Escaped-From-A-Star-Wars-Film, my sweet, but why? Why sacrifice such a lovely, delicate creature such as yourself when I don't have to. I'd be better bait anyways.

Didn't think of that, did you? Didn't think I wanted you for something as basic as my own amusement. Why would I, Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the shining star of the Wizarding world, want the son of a known Death Eater as a lover?

You have no idea.

Actually, on second though, you probably do! Especially right now while I'm staring at you here in our Potions class. You glance back at me with those quick silver eyes of yours and I know what you're thinking. I know because I'm thinking it to. Funny how I'll probably never be able to get over you, your internal heat and your fiery passion. I think tonight I'm going to have to encase myself in that heat again, bury myself in you deep enough to loose myself again. Do you have any idea how amazing you feel? How amazing it is to here my name come from your lips like a chant, the most dangerous spell I've ever heard? The taste of your sweat, the sound of your heart racing in a rush of adrenalin, the smell of sex filling the Astronomy Tower.

Funny, the last time we were up there you threatened to throw me off of it if I wouldn't stop telling you how beautiful you are, or how beautiful your voice sounds when I lick that spot just behind your ear.

Now where was I? Oh, right, I was just about to talk about your legs. Yes, those beautiful legs that are covered in bruises left while impaling you over and over and over again. Such beautiful, beautiful legs. Then there are the bruises left from my teeth. Bruises and scars. I remember there was one time when you had the school thinking you had been attacked by a wild animal while walking too close to the Forbidden Forest. It was great fun needling you about that. Of course, with Ron making less then clever but always humiliating remarks at your expense it couldn't have been much fun for you.

And yet, where did you end up that night? In the Astronomy Tower, in my arms against the wall screaming all of your inhibitions from the highest point in the school.

Why? Because you're mine, and you know it. You are mine, and I control you.

And yet, I respect you. I respect and will follow any order you give me because I love you. I want to tell the world of what we share, but I can't. I can't because you would be used and manipulated against me. You wouldn't be willing, but there wouldn't be much choice. As I have been molded, manipulated and used by the "Light," you would be treated very much the same by the "Dark." I believe the only real difference between the two is the "how" and the "what." We fight for, supposedly, the liberation of Wizards across the word. Voldemort fights for the destruction of all muggles, muggle-borns and "blood traitors."

Dumbledore and Voldemort. They connive, lie, cheat and steal their way through this war the best way they know how. Dumbledore offers love and acceptance he cannot truly guarantee. Voldemort offers power and control he has no intention of giving. The next few months will be a power play and all I can do is what the White King tells me in this little game of Wizarding Chess.

Why Wizarding Chess and apposed to Muggle Chess? Why the distinction?

Because in Wizarding chess there are no prisoners. There is just a battle ground strewn with shards of broken soldiers, broken pawns.

In the end, who will be left? Will we have a chance, or will be torn apart by the very thing that made me turn you away in our first year?

Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The Snake and the Lion.

You bite because it's your nature. I fight because it's mine.

Where will this get us? Were will it end? I can see a future for us. I can see you and me and a world of infinite possibilities. We can travel, go to Rome, Tokyo, where ever it is you fancy. Just the two of us.

Lead, and I will follow. I'll relinquish all of my control to you just to see you smile. I'll flip Dumbledore the bird and turn my back on this world forever just so I can curl myself around you on a Sunday morning and trail you back with kisses with a promise of a day in bed I fully intend to keep.

Yeah, I can see this future.

Can you?

--End--