A/N: Now that i've finally completed 'To End It All", my gloriously dark peice, and rewritten "Raven's Fly" another bit of darkangst, i'm goingto be placing my full attention on this piece...and maybe a new dark fic, and you know now that i think about it i should probably finsish Hamlet it's been almost a year now...JK. thanks for the reviews and i hope this peice feeds your addictions to HP SLASH

"Oh…Oh… Oh God!" Seamus screamed out as he came into Harry's mouth. His entire body contracted, his knees buckled and he slumped to the floor, still panting. Harry got up and wiped the semen form his lip,

"Honestly, I keep telling you, just call me Harry" Harry got up from his knees, which now ached from the hard floor he had been kneeling on. He cast a glance around the deserted classroom. It was dank and dirty and was sparsely furnished. It had a few desks and a couple chairs and the mirror of Erised in the far corner.

Harry, who had not seen the mirror since his first year, didn't even recognize it. He moved in front of the mirror in order to straighten out his appearance before going to class. He looked absolutely perfect if he did say so himself.

Harry looked curiously back at Seamus who was still trying to recover. The boy he had just sucked off was beautiful. He had straight, even, white teeth. His sandy coloured hair fell in elegant waves around his face and his smile was absolutely charming. This didn't strike any kind of reverence or emotion in Harry, all his conquests were beautiful.

Seamus looked up at Harry, "Where are you going? I thought we might spend the day together" Seamus was still smiling goofily up at him. His Irish accent was thicker than it had been the night before.

"Sorry I cant I have a big term project due, got to get cracking, see you around" with that Harry was off.

Seamus's mouth just hung open stupidly, it dawned on him what had just happened. Harry had just used him for a quick fuck, and he had given it to him, he felt so ashamed.

Harry laughed to himself as he made his way back to his dorm room. He was the best and he knew it, no one was out of his league he had had nearly everyone worth having in the school. Gay or straight it didn't seem to matter, in the end they all succumbed to him. He had been playing this game for years and he always got what he wanted.

Harry stopped one dorm room before his own and swung the door open. Ron was lying naked on the bed with a self-satisfied look on his face. "Good morning mate" His long red hair fell in graceful strands around his face hanging down past his shoulders. He stretched his arms, yawning loudly, and then tucked them back behind his head.

Ron was the only boy that Harry was truly faithful too. In fact they were kind of partners in their little game. Between the two of them they had had every boy in the school (and a few of the more attractive teachers). Harry loved his beautiful red hair, his sexy muscled chest an arms, his cunning smile, and more importantly his firm tight ass.

Harry grinned more widely. "I am the best" He declared and fell on his back onto the bed. "Do you know who I just sucked off" Harry asked somewhat rhetorically.

Ron bent over Harry's head and went in for one deep ravishing kiss that turned Harry's lips red. "No, but they taste good." Ron replied falling back onto his pillows.

"None other than the dark brooding Seamus Finnegan" Harry looked up quite pleased with himself. "And let me just warn you, in case your curious enough to try him for yourself, he's a screamer" Harry relished this extreme feeling of superiority. "Go ahead don't be shy, you can say it, I am the best"

"Are you now?" Ron crawled cat like over to where Harry was and reached between his legs. Harry swatted the hand away.

"Not until you admit that I'm the queen of the castle and you're a dirty rascal" Harry said haughtily.

"Well see I would but I wouldn't want you running around with false impressions of yourself" Ron laid back and let out a deep throaty laugh.

"What's so funny, you think you can do better?" Harry was annoyed with the way Ron was laughing, like he knew something Harry didn't.

"Well yeah I do. Or rather I have" Ron withdrew a pair of boxers from behind the pillow. The boxers were pink polka dot with the monogrammed letters of D.T. on the waist band.

"You have to be joking. He told me he was straight as a board, no turning around, no switching sides he liked girls" Harry was annoyed. "He said he didn't play for our team" he said sulkily

"well he does now" Ron used the boxers to dab the invisible tears at Harry's eyes. Harry tore the boxers from his hand and thrust them roughly across the room.

"So what you sucked off Dean Thomas big deal. Even straight guys like a good blow job now and then."

"Well actually, rather, it was the other way around. What was it he said…oh yeah, I taste like cherries? Is that true Harry? Do I?" Ron asked mockingly. "The stupid git, can you believe that people still fall for my naïve innocence?" He went into a mockery of a scene from the night before. "I swear I've never done this with anyone else before, you're my first" He batted his eyes girlishly.

"I can't believe this" Harry said.

"Don't worry love it's no shame being second best." Ron moved to kiss him but Harry pulled away.

"You think you're the best, you are a mere warm up act compared to me" Harry spat. He got out of the bed and started pacing, as he always did when he was agitated.

"You reckon so, well than how 'bout we test that theory?" Ron said ignoring the insult Harry just offered up to him. "I've been thinking about this for a little while now and I think it's time to settle the matter once and for all. Here are the terms. We will both agree upon one person who we will both pursue. Who ever gets to them first wins."

"And what, per say, will they win" Harry's curiosity was peaked.

Ron thought hard for a moment. "The loser has to be the other person's absolute slave in any way the winner wants." Ron declared.

"Agreed," Harry said it like as though it had been a challenge. "But who will be the target. It can't be anyone we've ever had before that would be awkward. And a real challenge nobody that would be willing. They have to be beautiful I do have a reputation to uphold you know."

"Not asking for much are you?" Ron said sarcastically. "hmm… well no one we've had eliminates our house, the Ravenclaws, and all the attractive Hufflepuffs. 'No one willing' brings to the Slytherin house. Well there just a bunch of gargoyles." Ron paused a moment "I know. Draco Malfoy."

Harry raised his eyebrows at him. Sure he wanted a challenge but Draco Malfoy was a little extreme. He hated Harry and Ron with a fiery passion.

"Think about it. He's the perfect candidate. Neither of us has had him, obviously, he hates us both with a vengeance and he's absolutely marvelous" Ron concluded. He looked perturbed at Harry's less than ecstatic face. "What's the matter Harry afraid of a challenge?"

That was all he Harry needed to hear "O.k. I'm in." Harry reached out his hand to shake on it. Ron grabbed onto it and pulled him into bed.

"I was thinking we could do something a little more substantial that shake on it" Ron breathed down on him in low sensual tones. He tore the robes from Harry and began to suck on Harry's smooth, hairless, and well muscled chest.

"Well aren't we insatiable this morning" Harry laughed.

"Only when I'm around you, love" Ron purred moving his mouth lower on Harry's chest.

Harry's cock was already standing at attention when Ron brought his full lips to it. Harry could have died than and there with a smile on his face. It felt so good, no one else could compare. Ron slid the whole of Harry's length into his mouth running an eager tongue around the head and down the other side of the shaft. Harry was writhing on the bed unable to keep still. Ron was the only one that could bring Harry to climax in less than five minutes. Harry jerked up violently as he came, spilling into Ron's hungry mouth.