Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room thinking about his feelings towards the great Harry Potter. 

            'What feelings? It's only lust!' Draco thought assuredly.

            'Yeah right,' said that annoying voice in his head.

            'Shut up!'

            'You started it!'

            'HOW!?'

            'By being in denial.'

            'Fine, I'll prove to you that Harry means nothing to me.'

            'Harry now, is it?'

            'I MEANT POTTER!!'

            With the argument in his head over with Draco Malfoy stormed out of the dungeons looking his prey- er, Potter.

            Draco's search took him all over the school until he came to the 3rd floor where Fluffy had once lived. There he saw Potter sitting on the ground, head in his arms with his knees curled up to him with a bloody dagger laying next to him. Draco smirk, the perfect opportunity. He had Potter to him self, the boy was vulnerable, and he even had a little toy.

            "Well, well Potter," he drawled, "you know playing with sharp objects is bad." Draco tisked sarcastically at Harry.

            Harry looked up and glared, "Go away Malfoy!"

            Draco shook his head as he strode over to Harry, and crouched down to the same level. "Oh, I think not Potter," he whisper. He the pushed his lips against Harry's in a bruising kiss. While Harry was in his stupor Draco grab the dagger. "Stand up, Potter," the Slytherin commanded, pointing the dagger at Harry, who swallowed nervously and stood. Draco smirked once more. "Take off your clothes Potter," commanded the silver-haired boy, still holding the dagger out at Harry. Harry slowly removed his clothing, fear evident in his brilliant green eyes. Draco walked closer to Harry until they were only a few inches apart. He then touched Harry's manhood and began to stroke it. Harry's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

            Draco stopped the stroking, to Harry's relief. However, he soon wished that it had continued because of what happened next. Draco made a long, deep gash across Harry's chest with the dagger and then lapped up the blood. Harry fought back tears; it was all just too much. Draco began to play with blade as Harry tried to convince himself it was all a bad dream and he would wake up soon.

            Soon the clatter of metal was heard as Draco let the dagger slip from his hand. "Now's time for the real fun Potter," he whispered. Harry's stomach dropped as Draco unzipped his pants and freed his bulging member. He pushed Harry to the wall, once again attacked his victim's mouth, and rammed his penis up into Harry's anus. Harry nearly screamed from the pain, but Draco didn't care. He continued to ram into Harry until he came in an explosion. He withdrew himself from the Gryffindor and zipped his pants back up. He smirked at Harry who has slid to the floor, "Thanks Potter, I needed that." He then walked away leaving Harry naked, cold, blood, and used in the 3rd floor corridor.

            'There,' Draco thought with happiness, 'I just fucked Potter and felt nothing. I do NOT love him.'

            'Oh yeah, then why is your heart beating the way it is?'

            "Shit!"

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I, of course, don't own Harry Potter. This was my first ever slash smut fic, the first time I ever wrote like this, and the first time I wrote a lemon and actually gave a fuck how it turned out, no pun intended. I hope it was ok, cause like I said, it was my first.