Harry sat there, like every morning, discussing with Ron, about which of the Star Wars Prequels was the worst, as Newt and another guy busted through the door. Newt, who was a class above them, was as stunning as always, and Harry sigh along some other girls, when the older guy started talking. He introduced the boy standing next to him, Draco, and explained that he'd be attending class with us.

"He's totally your type." Ron whispered into Harrys ear, totally forgetting our argument earlier.

When Newt left, Blaise stood up and greeted the new guy himself, but the silverish blonde boy obviously felt uncomfortable.

Harry caught his eyes, the colour of a raincloud that is overdue but the coldness of steel and as sharp as a blade. The dark haired could not look away from him, his fragile looking too skinny frame, his obvious tiredness and the sadness, that he's hiding inside of him. Something about him seemed elvish to Harry and Draco cast a spell on him.

The eye contact broke, when Ron poked Harry in the shoulder, informing him, that the brown haired boy had a boner. Harry obviously blushed and tried to shush his friend, as he noticed, that the blonde boy was coming in his direction.

"Talk to him!" Ron whispered motivation into Harrys ear, obviously amused by his friends condition. To be fair, Harry has made similar remarks, when Ron told him about his crush. A taste of his own medicine wouldn't harm Harry.

As the Blonde was passing them, Harry opened his mouth and instantly regretted it, since the other started looking very tense.

"Hi, I'm Harry, are you new to this city? I don't think I have ever seen you before." Harrys voice cracked middle-sentence too. So embarrassed he hadn't felt for quite some time.

"No." was the only thing Draco answered and Harry wasn't sure if he meant that he wasn't new to the city or that he hasn't seen him either. Maybe both? But Harry didn't get the chance to ask, because the other already passed him and sat down somewhere behind him.

"That's not how you get into a guys pants." Ron commented and Harry just rolled his eyes at his friend.

For the first couple of periods Harry couldn't concentrate on anything but his fantasies of what he'd like to do to the tender body of the new guy, before stopping halfway in his daydream, where the blonde was strapped to a bed, Harry above him with a whip, stroking the other softly, then taking a small break to penetrate the other and then continuing to caress him with the whip, while thrusting himself into the other. He stopped and thought to himself, that this was actually another human being, who was sitting in the same room as Harry, in his reach. He had a short moment, where his conscience asked him, if that was really okay to fantasize about something like that, before he came to the conclusion, that yes, it was okay. And he jumped back right into daydreaming about his new classmate.

Then lunchtime came around and Harry was really hungry. He tried to locate Draco, to ask him to sit with their group at lunch, but the blonde was already halfway out of the door. Harry, who didn't want to leave his friends, waited until they were ready and together they made their way to the canteen.

They all grabbed lunch, talking about nothing in particular, when they noticed that a ring of student formed itself around one of the tables. Intrigued, the three of them came closer, to find out what's happening and what the found, turned Harry somehow even more on.

Draco was sitting alone at a table, everyone staring at him while he was sitting there, eyes empty and sending shivers down various students' spines, holding a knife. His eyes moved around the crowd like a predators looking for his next prey, before landing on his own arm. Hungry he raised his knife to the spot he was fixating on, before cutting deep into his own flesh, blood spilling out after the pressure of the knife moved down.

It was a deep cut, shocked students sounding shocked. But then something happened, that not even Harry was able to imagine.

Draco leaned over to the cut and started sucking his own blood, greedily brushing the red liquid off his arm with his tongue. Harry could've sworn to see his eyes get even more darker and slightly crazier. Everyone seemed to be frozen, no one moved, dared even to breathe. Until a very concerned Newt broke through the crowd, grabbed Dracos arm and pulled him out of the canteen.

As he was dragged past Harry, the boy saw that Dracos eyes had lost all of their life, dark and Harry knew, that he wanted to break that broken boy even more. He made it his goal then and there, he'd do everything to make the blonde his slut.

At the same time, Harrys other side, wanted to fix that little broken boy, wanted to prevent his hurt at all costs, bringing the life back into his eyes.

After a few moments of being dragged between both sides, they seemed to have formed an agreement. Harry wouldn't let anyone harm Draco, besides him. He'd repair the other, to break him down again, in such a way that Draco would be dependent on him. It's what Harry craved.

Meanwhile Draco was being torn to the nurse's office by Newt, not knowing what happened, in a trance.

"Draco, DRACO! Hey! Snap out of it!" Newt clapped in front of Dracos face, which indeed, made him snap out of it.

"Wha… What happened?" the blonde boy didn't remember the past twenty minutes and was very distracted by the very sharp pain in his arm.

"Goddamn, Draco! You can't just do that! Are you crazy? You're worrying me!" Newt sounded really concerned. "Show me." He demanded then. "You're lucky that the nurse is getting lunch and lets me help out occasionally."

The older guy stitched Dracos wound skillfully back together and then put a bandage around it.

"Do you need some pain killers? Or is that adrenaline still working for you?" Newt asked his friend.

"It's okay." The pain was killing Draco, but he didn't want to admit that.

"Okay, well I recommend you put a coat or something on, to avoid questions." He shook his head and Draco could feel the disappointment. He didn't feel the same indifference as when Miss H is disappointed in him – this made him feel kinda crappy.

Draco just nodded and spend the rest of the break trying to find his next classroom. When he still hadn't found it and the bell had rung, he desperately tried to remember some faces he saw before, to ask for directions. Sadly he was very bad with remembering almost anything, so he ended up wandering around pointlessly.

Then, he met in between the sea of sweaty students the captivating brown eyes that he remembered way too well. Next thing Draco knows, is Harry standing next to him, eyeing him and making him very uncomfortable, though Draco tried not to show those emotions.

"Are you lost?" Harry asked and Draco was reminded of this morning, when the brown haired guy tried to talk to him before.

Draco just nodded and sharply inhaled air, when Harry grabbed his hand.

The blond boy twitched back, mumbling "don't touch me", and Harry let go almost instantly.

"Is that your injured arm? I saw what happened earlier."

"No." Draco replied and slightly raised his bandaged arm, that was hidden under his dark hoodie. "this is the one." To his surprise, Harrys eyes weren't filled with judgement or disgust, not even concern. Just interest. "is there any good place to skip class?" Draco asked the other boy and Harry was very surprised, that the blonde was talking so much so suddenly, since he hadn't seen him talk at all to almost no one.

"We could ditch." Harry agreed instantly. "I have a car – we can just get out of this place." Secretly he already started planning the evening with Draco and was thrilled, when the other agreed.

"You smoke?" The platin blonde answered and Harry was unsure what to answer. He had never tried, but didn't want to seem like a looser.

"Uh, not really." he decided to go with the truth. The key of making Draco his property is trust. If there will be no basic trust, he'll never allow Harry to do the things to him, that Harry had already planned and what easier way to gain trust, than to be honest? His plan was ingenious.

Then both just kinda stood there, until Harry realized, that Draco was waiting for him to lead the way, which he then did. He quickly realized, that Draco wasn't much of a talker, but then again, that was not really news to him. They awkwardly walked through the hallway, Harry leading and Draco a few meters behind.

They reached the parking lot and Harry proudly led Draco to his rather expensive car, though Draco didn't seem very impressed. The truth was, that the blonde boy wasn't really interested in cars, so he didn't know, that this particular model was expensive and very good.

Once they were both seated, Draco asked a question, that made Harrys heart drop like a stone. "Can I smoke in here?" he casually asked, pulling out a pack and a lighter.

Although Harry didn't feel extremely comfortable with that, he agreed and watched as the guy next to him lit a cigarette. After the first huff, Draco seemed so much more relaxed and Harry noticed, that the other lost a lot of tension that he previously didn't notice.

The car started and rolled smoothly onto the street and away from the school building. Draco turned the radio on and a red hot chili peppers song came on. Harry could hear him hum the lyrics and thought that it was very cute, but obviously didn't say anything.

The blonde boy continued to smoke and the dark haired boy tried to concentrate on the street in front of him.

"By the way – how old are you?" Harry asked Draco as casual as possible.

"Currently? Fifteen. You?"

"I'm already sixteen." Harry looked at the other from the side, taking in every detail he possibly could.

"Lit." was Dracos response.

"Did you ever have a girlfriend?" Harry asked, hoping that this wasn't the case. Hoping, Draco would tell him, that he's gay. This detail completely flew Harrys mind earlier. It was important, but it's not like he wouldn't be able to turn a straight guy gay. Everything was possible if you set your mind to it.

"No." Harrys heart almost skipped a beat. It still didn't answer his question about the others sexuality, but Draco was surprisingly not in a relationship at the moment, which would save Harry a lot of work.

"Hey, Harry?" Draco turned to the boy behind the wheel. "leave me alone, okay? Don't try to come near me or any of that bullshit. It won't work. I am not looking for friends. I am simply using you at the moment, to ditch school and have a smoke, possibly take a nap."

Harry didn't know what to say. He had never been rejected before, and clearly not in that way. This bluntness made him want Draco more. He wanted to tame him – break him – make him lose all that wit and confidence. Soon he'd be asking for permission to speak, and if he'd ever be that blunt with Harry again, a severe punishment would be ready and waiting for him. But for now, Harry would have to concentrate on not crashing the car and keeping it safe on the road.