Well, here's my first try at a HarryxDraco story! :D I hope it comes out alright and that you all like it.

I don't know if any of you have been reading "Sun and Moon" or "Forgotten" but I'm basically not writing for those anymore. I completely lost my interest for Naruto. I'm not going to delete them, in case inspiration to keep writing those stories come, but don't hold your breath. I'm going to keep writing "Phantom Chara" thought! I will post a full explanation on my profile and the stories themselves later.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all it's characters, and plot and everything belong to J.K. Rowling. I am a simple fan who does this for enjoyment and no money.

Luscious Venom

Chapter 1: Rivalry

Harry Potter walked down the empty, quiet hall. Various handmade poster littered the wall space above the gray lockers, announcing sales from clubs, dances, spirit days and just simple posters to lift the spirits of the students at Hogwarts High. However, none of those encouraging posters made Harry crack a smile. Today was just one of those days were everything just crept into his mind, leaving him undeniably depressed.

He pulled his black blazer tighter around himself and wondered what he was doing at the school at seven in the morning when classes didn't start until eight thirty. He had just wanted to get out of his apartment, but his feet seemed to have drawn him here on their own accord. Harry closed his emerald eyes and ran a hand through his unruly black locks in frustration. He leaned against the lockers and dropped his backpack on the floor.

"Oh look," a voiced drawled from the end of the hallway. Harry bit back a groan. This was not what he needed right now. "Little Potter is all alone right now! He looks so sad," the voice continued, mockingly.

Harry looked to his left and, sure enough, there stood Draco Malfoy. His light blonde hair was slicked back and it seemed to glow even in the dim lights of the hallway. His tall, lean frame was poised and just radiated wealth and superiority as he stood, a hand resting on his hip and the other holding the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Malfoy's cold, gray eyes looked at Harry in cruel amusement and a smirk was on his lips.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry spat at him, getting off from the lockers and looking at him straight in the eyes. "I am seriously not in the mood to deal with you today."

With that, Harry picked up his bag and began walking again. However, as soon as Harry turned his back on Malfoy, Malfoy grabbed him harshly and pressed him up against the lockers again. Harry let out a grunt as his face made contact with the cool metal. Malfoy grabbed his wrists and held them up level with his head. Every part of his body pressed against Harry's as he leaned in even closer.

"Tsk, tsk, Potter," Malfoy said teasingly in Harry's ear, flicking his tongue on his ear lobe. "You should know better than that. You may not want to 'deal with me,' as you put it, but I haven't seen you in almost two weeks." He began to kiss the side of Harry's neck. "And I've missed you,"

Harry but back another groan as Malfoy maneuvered his tongue all over Harry's neck. His breath became ragged as he began rubbing his half hard erection against Harry's backside. Suddenly, Harry was flipped around and his face was mere inches away from Malfoy's. Malfoy bit, hard, on Harry's neck and Harry let out a small yelp. The blonde smirked into his neck before sucking on his flesh. Unwillingly, Harry let out a small moan. Malfoy sucked harder on the sensitive flesh before pulling away and looking at the mark with pride.

It was then that he noticed a chain peeking through the collar of Harry's white oxford. Harry, still slightly dazed, didn't notice Malfoy undo the clasp of his necklace and take it off until he let him go and let him slump slightly.

"Well, well, well, Potter. What's this?" Malfoy asked, holding out the sliver necklace by the chain and staring at the pendant. It was small, about the size of a quarter, silver, and round. In the middle, was a gold lightning bolt. As Malfoy watched the pendant revolve slowly, he noticed slanted writing on the back, gold like the bolt.

'We love you Harry,' it said, followed by an L and J.

"Give that back, Malfoy!" Harry said angrily, standing full height. I didn't really make much of a difference though, when Harry was short for his age. Malfoy was almost half a head taller than him.

"Why would I do that?" Malfoy shot back, throwing the necklace into the air before catching the pendant in his left hand.

Harry growled and was about to lunge at the blonde, but Malfoy had pinned him up against the lockers again. He looked at Harry straight in the eyes and held the necklace right in front of both of their eyes.

"How much could a simple, not to mention tacky, necklace mean to you?" Malfoy teased.

Surprisingly, Harry lowered his green eyes.

"It's the only thing I have from my parents," he mumbled, almost inaudible. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he willed himself to not let them drop. He would not cry in front of Draco Malfoy. He wouldn't.

"Aww, little Potter is upset," said Malfoy in a baby voice. An embarrassed and angry blush ran over his pale cheeks. Malfoy pulled away from Harry, thinking that he had suffered enough. "I'll be keeping this in the mean time," he said as he put the necklace in the pocket of his trousers.

Again, Harry tried lunging at Malfoy, but Malfoy punched Harry in the stomach and Harry doubled over in pain.

"See you around," he said as picked up his backpack and walked away, leaving the broken boy alone in the hallway.

Today was not going to be a good day.

Harry lay his head down as Ron Weasly walked around the classroom, collecting last night's homework for Professor's McGonagall's English class. He could feel the stare of a certain blonde, only a couple seats behind him but he refused to turn around and let him know that he was giving him chills.

"Harry?" he heard Ron say. Harry looked up and say Ron standing in front of his desk, clutching many papers in his gangly hands. Harry gave him a small smile before handing over his homework to the red head. He finished collecting the papers and handed them over the McGonagall, who gave him a ghost of a smile, and then sat down at his desk.

"Alright class," McGonagall said in a loud voice, "today, we're going to start working on poetry." Some students grinned, others groaned at this revaluation. "Today, we're going to start on some of the more basic poems. We're going to do I Am poems. Now, if someone could pass out these papers? Ah, thank you Mr. Malfoy."

The class began talking quietly again while Malfoy handed out the papers. As he laid the paper on Harry's desk and began to walk away, he discreetly brushed his fingers against the bruise he left on Harry's neck. Harry tried to ignore it but he couldn't help the slight shiver that went down his spine. This seemed to satisfy Malfoy and we kept on walking, a smirk on his face.

Harry shook his head slightly in annoyance and looked down at the paper.

I Am Poem

1st stanza

I AM (two special characteristics you have)

I WONDER (something you are actually curious about)

I HEAR (an imaginary sound)

I SEE (an imaginary sight)

I WANT (an actual desire)

I AM (the first line of the poem repeated)

2nd stanza

I PRETEND (something you actually pretend to do)

I FEEL (a feeling about something imaginary)

I TOUCH (an imaginary touch)

I CRY (something that makes you very sad)

I AM (the very first line of the poem repeated)

3rd stanza

I UNDERSTAND (something you know to be true)

I SAY (something you believe in)

I DREAM (something you actually dream about)

I TRY (something you really make an effort about)

I HOPE (something you actually hope for)

I AM (the very first line of the poem repeated)

'Simple enough,' Harry thought as he looked everything over again.

"I want at least one I Am poem done before the end of class," instructed McGonagall. "Shouldn't be to hard since you people have over forty five minutes left. Now begin."

Everyone began to pick up their pencils but most of the class started to talk quietly amongst themselves. Harry shrugged his shoulders and took out a piece of blank paper.

I am alone and scared…


The rest of the day passed on quickly without too many mishaps, except tin Chemistry. Harry hadn't been paying attention in class, and Snape had caught him. When Harry was harshly awoken by the greasy professor, he had been sentenced to a fifteen minute speech on why Harry was stupid and big headed. His face burned from embarrassment and he refused to look at a certain smirking blonde.

"Detention, Mr. Potter," Snape announced with a sneer when Harry had sat down. "Come to my classroom right after school."

"Yes, sir," Harry mumbled.

Harry made sure to stay awake for the rest of the class.

Harry was just putting his books away in his last class, Geometry with Vector, when Hermione Granger appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked worriedly. "You've been out of it all day. Is something wrong?"

Hermione was one of those few people that Harry thought of just slightly more than a classmate. She and Harry had been in class together since they started school. Harry remembered back in elementary and part of middle school when she was so brainy and had incredibly bushy hair. To be honest, in primary school, she was rather ugly. Wild hair, braces, no curves, and too much brain.

However, sometime in middle school, she met Pansy Parkinson, who taught her that you should be pretty and not smart. Pansy also showed Hermione Draco Malfoy and gave her long lectures as to why Draco was undeniably gorgeous and every women's dream.

Soon after, Hermione went to a hair salon to get her hair controlled. Her brown hair now fell in luscious waves, all the way down to her mid back. Her braces were also removed, leaving her with straight teeth and since her parents were dentists, they gave their daughter free whitening treatments. Her lips were full and always glossed, her eyebrows always plucked to arch seductively, and her eyes always lined with brown and soft hues to bring out her natural beauty and then lined with heavy mascara. Her hips curved out and Hermione had long and beautiful that she never bothered to hide.

She, along with almost every other girl at Hogwarts, had her gray skirts raised up until the end just barely covered everything that needed to be covered. Her white oxford had the first two buttons undone, exposing a bit of her cleavage, and her black tie hung loosely around her neck. Sometimes, Harry missed the old Hermione, proper and brainy, but then her old nagging voice came back and he decided that his Hermione was much better,

Harry shook his head slightly.

"I'm fine, Hermione," he said to her with a forced smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," she said, "you've been unusually quiet all day. I know you're not obnoxious loud, like certain people." At this, she looked pointedly at Ron, who was trying to balance a pencil on his nose while Blaise Zabini poked him. "But it's not like you to be so withdrawn."

"It's just an off day, 'Mione," Harry explained tiredly, closing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. "One of those days, you know?"

"Oh," she said, understanding coming onto her face. "Well, I'm here if you need to talk, alright Harry?"

"Yeah," he said, the smile on his face becoming less fake. "Thanks Hermione."

"No problem," she said, grinning. "See you tomorrow!" She waved once more at him before turning around and walking towards Pansy.

The bell rang and the herd of junior students scrambled out of the classroom. Harry walked out calmly and made his way back to his Chemistry class for his detention.

Walking into Severus Snape's dimly lit classroom, he shrugged the bag off his shoulders and sat down at his usual desk, waiting for the teacher to acknowledge his presence. Said teacher was sitting on his desk, grading papers for what he assumed were today's quiz.

"Potter," he said, not looking up from his grading. "For your detention today, I want you to write 'I will pay attention to my Chemistry teacher during class' two hundred times before you leave."

"Yes, sir," Harry mumbled.

Draco was many things. He was proper, he was rich, he was meticulous, he was popular.

And he was alone. So very alone. But he preferred it this way, he kept telling himself. It was better to be alone because people were bothersome and were only a burden.

So, as he walked down the abandoned hallways of Hogwarts, with no one but the still air as his companion, he knew that this was what he wanted. Normally, he wouldn't even be at the school at this hour, but he had to talk to certain teachers about an upcoming field trip for his class since the end of the year was approaching quickly.

Just as he turned the corner, he saw Potter coming out of Snape's classroom, looking tired. Yes, just what he needed. Someone to distract him.

He dropped his bag and papers on the floor and the sound alerted Potter that someone was there. He looked up and those luscious lips parted as he groaned in annoyance. Draco quickly walked up to him, pushed the bag off his shoulders and shoved him against the wall.

"Don't you have an unsuspecting animal to run over or a puppy to kill or something, Malfoy?" Potter asked in annoyance as he tried to pry Draco's long fingers off his black blazer.

"I have the unsuspecting animal right here," Draco breathed before claiming Potter's lips. Potter tried to fight back but Draco forcefully opened Potter's mouth with his own, shoving his tongue into his mouth. He pulled away.

"Don't fight back," he growled. He then grabbed Potter's wrists and squeezed the delicate flesh harshly. He hissed in pain and tried to wriggle out, but the more he struggled, the more Draco squeezed. Finally, he let his body go limp in defeat. "Give up?" Draco asked cruelly.

"For now," Potter growled back.

"Good," smirked the blonde before kissing Potter once more, licking the green eyed boy's lips and biting them as well. Despite his anger, Draco could feel Potter getting hard against his thigh. Dropping the other boy's wrists, he palmed Potter's cock through his pants, rubbing him.

Nipping Potter's neck once more, he pulled away. Draco picked up his bag and walked towards the school's exit without a word.

Harry watched his enemy walk away and once he was sure that Malfoy had left, he slumped down the wall. He brought his knees up to his chest and hung his head while he grasped some of his dark hair.

"Shit!" he cursed into himself. "You're so fucken weak!"

He stayed in his fetal position for a few more minutes, calming himself and certain parts of his anatomy. Once he was sure he could make it all the way home without punching someone or have a huge bulge in his pants, he got up and began his walk to the bus stop.

Luckily for him, as soon as he got to the stop, the city bus was pulling up. He got into the familiar vehicle, greeting the common bus driver, Filius Flitwick, a very short man, and took a seat next to a window. The bus, like almost every city us, looked rather worn, with faded blue plastic seats and a murky gray floor that looked like it would never be clean despite how many times it was cleaned. The window near the back was cracked, but not broken and various advertisements took up most of the windows. The bus was pretty much empty, only a few people scattered around the bus. Harry had been taking this bus since his aunt, uncle, and cousin left him, but Harry didn't really mind. He preferred a quiet bus rather than a sport car where his family sneered at him.

Harry motioned for the bus to stop as they neared the stop near his apartment.

"See you tomorrow, Harry," Flitwick said as Harry got off. The tiny man gave Harry a warm smile and cheery wave.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "You too, Mr. Flitwick."

He got off and walked down the quiet street to his apartment. The building was alright. It was three stories, a bit shabby but not completely ruined. The lavender paint was peeling in a few places and some windows had broken blinds, but it still looked livable.

Harry went up the stairs and up to the second floor. He pulled out his house key from his backpack and unlocked the door that read "5B." Giving the door a bit of a push, he stepped out from the chilly air into his small apartment.

Harry's questioning fingers grazed the wall, looking for a light switch, while he closed the door behind him. Once he flicked on the light, he gazed at his small living room and then walked over to the corner of the room to where a few pictures of a red haired woman with eyes almost identical to his own and a man with hair as wild as Harry's and hazel eyes were, along with a candle or two, extinguished at the moment, and many dead flowers.

He stood in front of the tiny memorial, thinking of his parents, Lily and James Potter. His eyes raked over to their last picture. It was a picture of his parents and a five year old Harry at the park. Three more people were in the picture as well, a man with a young face, but graying brown hair, a rat-looking man, and the joyful face of a black haired man. Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. Harry had wanted to rip out Sirius' face so many times, but he couldn't bring himself to ruin the picture.

"Hi Mom. Hi Dad," Harry said quietly, his voice echoing in the lonesome apartment.

So, how was it?

The whole "I Am" poem worksheet thing is something I have from my last year's English class so no credit for that. :)

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