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A huge thanks to darkmorsmordreheart who for beta-ing this fic. THANKYOU!

This was originally a one-shot but I've decided to continue it so… read!

Sadism and masochism! You have been warned!

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I woke up to him blindfolding me with his green school tie. Once he realised I was awake, he quickly covered my mouth with his hand.

"You're going to be a good little whore for me, aren't you?" he whispered, tightening his hand warningly. It was then that I noticed my hands tied to the headboard of my four-poster bed. I nodded as much as I could.

"Good. Because we both know what'll happen if you aren't, don't we?"

I nodded again as his grip tightened even more. He leaned in and nipped my ear.

"Not a word!" he warned before moving his hand away.

I knew what was going to happen. He'd done this before. I knew the rules; and he knew I knew them, too. But this time, I couldn't stay quiet. I didn't want to stay quiet.

"P-please?" I whispered. It was a stupid idea but I figured it was worth a try.

He'd never actually hit me…until now.

As quickly as he'd hit me, he rubbed his hand where he'd slapped me on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, baby, but you know the rules. And if you don't want to follow my rules, you'll have to be punished."

He moved his hand back down to my chin, stilled for a moment, and then roughly shoved my head to the side.

I failed to repress a shiver as he started to kiss my neck, occasionally licking. He bit down on my neck hard enough to draw blood. I didn't even feel the moan pass my lips.

I felt him tense. Oh shit! There was no movement and, even scarier, no noise. I couldn't even hear him breathing, just his hot breath on my neck, which was still bleeding.

"Fine," he finally whispered. I felt him get up off the bed.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. I'm quite disappointed in you, Harry. I thought you knew better, but I guess not."

Then I heard it. He flipped open that stupid pocket-knife he always had with him but had never actually used … until now.

Guess it's a night of firsts.

I felt him pull my shirt up. I wanted to move, to scream, to just do something, but I knew it would be worse if I did. Maybe that's why I wanted to.

I felt his hot breath on my chest, followed by the cold metal of the knife. That alone earned another shiver and a suppressed moan.

He pressed the blade against my chest and slowly dragged it across my skin. Not far, just enough to see my pained expression and hear a quiet hiss escape from my throat. I was seeing stars! He licked at the blood that was falling down my rib cage. I could only imagine his face. Smug bastard!

"What have we learned?" he asked. He knew what he was doing. So did I. He'd put me in a corner. No way out. Either I recite his rule and, in turn, break it or I don't respond and break the 'speak when, and only when, spoken to' rule.

Either way, he got to inflict more pain. He liked inflicting pain. I went for the first option deciding that, at least I'd get a word in.

"Fuck you!"

There was silence. I'd obviously shocked him. It didn't last long though.

"No." He raised his knife to my throat. "I think I'll fuck you."

He licked at the trail of blood again and kissed me, forcing my mouth open. I could taste my own blood. It was intoxicating.

He managed to remove both his pants and my boxers, but then he stopped.

"Scream for me, bitch!" he spat.

Fuck!

Then he slammed into me.

I screamed all right! As soon as he was in, he thrust in and out as if he would die if he stopped. I knew I would.

He had completely forgotten about any rules at this stage, just focusing on pumping now. My moans serving only as fuel to him. I knew he was close. When he was close, he liked to lick. He moved down to my neck, cleaning up his earlier assault on it.

I tried to move my hand, needing to deal with my own throbbing erection. He noticed my actions and stopped pumping.

"Beg me!" he demanded, stroking me gently. I unconsciously bucked into his hand.

"Please? Oh god, PLEASE?"

He started pumping again, pulling on me in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

It didn't last long before he was back to licking my neck.

"Scream my name when you come, Harry."

My only response was biting down hard on his shoulder.

"OH GOD, DRACO!"

We came together.

He untied me in silence, gave me a chaste kiss and moved towards the door to leave, only stopping when he got there to simply state;

"That's one to me."

Smug bastard!

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