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Warnings: If you haven't read A Reason to Fight, then don't read this. It's a sequel. Updates will be erratic and almost any offensive thing you could imagine could possibly happen. I wing it and I'm pretty twisted. If you find inconsistencies in the plot or grammar or anything like that feel free to let me know so I can become a better writer. If the sex, violence, foul language, gore, and flat out misery that will definitely ensue upsets you, please feel free to let me know. I get off on other people's suffering. That said, read on fellow travelers.
It had felt good to knock him to the ground. It had felt good to watch him splutter and squirm like the maggot he truly was. It had felt even better to cast that final incendio once he had fallen, turning that impeccable porcelain skin to ash as he screamed. Harry shivered. The smell of burning flesh turned his stomach as the rush of power that came with felling the undeniable bastard that was Draco Malfoy sent him soaring to a place he found exceedingly difficult to leave with every venture.
The silken and seductive peace which came only when the anger and dolor he had been told to ignore for the better of those who despised him was unleashed enveloped him as he wandered the gardens of Malfoy manner. He always had been told to put others first; keep a stiff upper lip. He had been bent into an altruistic yet utterly helpless creature who was told not to fear when death waited for him around every corner. He had grown up crucified by the arbitrary hatred of his ignorant aunt and uncle, and then thrown into the wizarding world where he bore the same cross. He would bear it silently no longer. Vengeance was long overdue. He had devised a plan of his own and had only to bring it to Voldemort. He was sure that the dark lord would be delighted with him.
A dark chuckle escaped him as he turned a corner, only to find Snape bent over a hideous and apparently wilted plant, gathering pieces of it so gingerly that it almost seemed he was caressing the plant instead of hacking away at it.
Harry watched and waited until he was done bagging the plant before clearing his throat twice. He lifted his chin as Snape's eyes regarded him with their usual disinterest.
"Good evening professor." He said politely and the older man returned his greeting with the proper decorum. Harry wondered if his recent politeness stemmed from respect or the fear of insulting Lucius' new piece of eye candy and the Dark Lord's favorite.
"What are you collecting professor?" He pushed on and on, seeing how long it would take for the controlled man to lose all restraint and throttle him.
"Damiana."
"Is that not an aphrodisiac?" Harry noticed that there was only sadness in both his eyes and voice. He seemed entirely devoid of his usual hatred.
"Yes."
"Who are you brewing it for? I don't recall that potion being part of your duties to the hospital wing." He said with a small smirk and watched as The potion master's eyes hardened.
"Malfoy." He said tightly and Harry's shoulders shook with silent laughter.
"Oh, I wonder whatever he would need that for. A handsome devil such as him should have no problem finding prospective partners." He inwardly congratulated himself as the vein in Snape's forehead twitched.
"Insolent brat!"
"Oh, what happened to being respectful toward the son the Dark Lord never had?"
He found himself abruptly pinned against a nearby tree by a vermillion and grunting Severus Snape. A wand was pressed against his throat.
"How dare you even insinuate-"
"We all have our parts to play." Harry whispered back and watched as an unmistakably tall and silver-haired figure appeared near the back of the faraway manor. He smirked as an idea came to him.
"You might want to get off of me." He said in a low voice as he ran a hand over Severus' chest and found it pinned above his head in a hurry.
"Filthy ignorant slut! I will no longer endure your irritating presence. All it took was a bit of knowledge to transform you from a harmlessly ignorant well-meaning fool into a priggish masochist."
"You always know just what to say to make a girl feel special." Harry said loudly and moved his mouth against Severus' ear as Lucius drew closer.
"Lucius is going to be absolutely wild with jealousy when he sees how possessively you are holding me." He whispered and Severus let out an ang ry howl before stalking away with his basket.
Harry righted his clothes, seemingly oblivious to Malfoy's piercing glare as he hummed softly to himself. The man stalked forward with purpose and stopped before Harry who still seemed oblivious.
"I want you to leave." The older wizard said stiffly and harry turned his wide doe eyes up at him.
"All because Severus lost his temper? That seems a bit harsh-"
"You have nearly killed my son!"
"Oh come now, he conjured a poisonous snake while dueling with a parselmouth. Of course I was going to tell it to attack him."
"That is understandable! But was it necessary to burn off half of his face as he lay dying from venom, while I was forced to stand and watch?"
"You could have helped him."
"Do not play the naïve little gryffindor with me. You know that the Dark Lord would not have tolerated it."
"I am sorry, but, you ,better than anyone, should understand the thrill of the kill." Harry watched as the dark timbre he had effected caused Lucius' eyes to almost unnoticeably glaze. "As long as your son does not provoke me, I promise that I will not lay another finger on him." He moved a step closer. "And besides, if I leave, you will have to find someone else to dose with all of that damiana you are having Snape brew for you." He smiled impishly at the shocked look on Lucius' face before walking away.
Hermione gritted her teeth as she watched Harry priggishly strut away like a blatantly homosexual peacock. "God, he's become a bastard." She murmured aloud from her grotto of trees as she watched Lucius lean gracelessly against one, his seemingly perpetual poise tossed to the wind as he raked a hand through his hair.
"I suppose it was only a matter of time." He thought aloud as leaves rustled above his head. He looked in Harry's direction and shook his head fondly. "There hasn't been a Malfoy free of even slight sexual deviance since The Burning Times."
Hermione digested this information with a chuckle as he walked right past her on his stroll through the garden. This good-natured amusement evaporated as she glided after Harry into Malfoy Manor, fully aware that she was about to be sickened by his antics.
AN: My Loves, I have returned! With my other two fanfics almost complete I have all the time for RotF and lots of slashy one shots! Hurray! Of course, I start my senior year in a few days and will be exceedingly busy but I'm going to do my best to get this finished within the year. Hmm..I just contradicted myself didn't I? Well, feel free to leave me a review. They motivate me and with how long this thing is going to be I'm gonna need some motivation. We got a long journey ahead of us.