It's short and long over due...so sue me. I thought no one liked this story...but 11 reviews...I only asked for 5 people. But thanks, thanks a lot!

Harry looked in horror at the emerald green eyes and the black hair, but it wasn't as long as it had been when he'd died it brown. It was like it had been when Dumbledore died, probably the last time Malfoy saw him. "What the?" Harry gulped.

"Don't worry pet, it's only a glamour, it won't hurt you, now there's something missing…" Draco drawled eyeing the mirror Harry.

"A scar?" Harry suggested sarcastically then hastily added, "master."

Draco smirked, "So it is," he pressed the tip of his wand to Harry's forehead and muttered something. Harry felt a searing pain as Draco drew a lightning bolt with his wand leaving behind it a bleeding wound that would scar.

Draco then sat back to admire his handiwork. "So my pet, what do you think?"

"I think you're sick master," Harry felt a jolt of pain, "What the hell was that for, I called you master, master."

"I don't take insults lightly…Harry," the blond drawled as he traced the inside of Harry's un-pierced ear with his tongue.

"Isn't Harry Potter dead master?" Harry demanded licking his lips and he tried to move away from Malfoy.

"Now that is a question for which I have no answer," Draco smirked as he looked over his new toy once more in the mirror. "As for right now, I think it's about time we went to bed." Harry's eyes widened and he immediately stiffened. Draco noticed and smirked, "Don't worry, I won't take you against your will."

"Why would I believe you Death Eater scum," Harry sneered and immediately regretted it as pain found home in his body once again.

Draco growled and wrenched up his sleeve on his left arm, then with his other hand he turned Harry's face to look at the unblemished skin. "Look slave, look and see that there is no mark."

"So it's on the other arm…master," Harry sneered back trying to jerk his head out of Malfoy's grasp. Harry winced at the harsh backhand he received.

"I am not marked like the rest of them understand, now I will have no more of your lip," with a flick of his wan Draco was dressed in a pair of black silk pants and only that.

Harry couldn't help but look the blond over and tried to ignore the spark it set off in his mind about feelings he'd had back when he was in school…when he'd nearly killed Malfoy in Myrtle's bathroom.

"Come, it's time to sleep," Draco murmured, not happy in the least. He crossed over to the side of the bed on which Harry was not and climbed into bed and closed his eyes, "Nox," he whispered and the lights went out.

"Master?" Draco opened one eye and looked at the silhouette, amazed that even in the very dim light those artificial emerald eyes still shined brightly.

"Yes?" the blond answered.

"Can I have some to…you know, wear?"

Draco gave a heavy sigh and pretended to deliberate it. With another flick of his wand Harry was wearing green boxers, "Sleep now slave."

Draco closed both his eyes and felt the bed covers move slightly, there was a yawn and a very feint, "Yes master," and both of them were asleep.

Well thanks for the suggestions I did get, next chapter Harry gets moved to the manor and gets re-acquainted with a certain house elf.

Any more suggestions are welcome! Think about it...your suggestions I write faster