I took some time out to improve my writing...hope it helped

Harry winced as heat rushed through him as he felt the glamour Draco had put on him removed. He winced again as he was purged of any and all charms that may be on him. Satisfied that he had stripped Harry down to the minimum Draco conjured small dancing flames so that he could see Harry properly. His eyes narrowed and then widened grabbing a lock of Harry's hair. It was longer now and the brown it had been when he'd first gotten captured was growing out.

Draco's eyes followed the lock of hair to the roots where it was jet black, "Hair die," he hissed.

"Who are you?" he was glaring at Harry who glared back defiantly.

"Answer me," Draco snapped and Harry felt electricity rush through him and it wasn't the good kind.

Harry looked away once the volts faded.

"I can't," Harry murmured.

"Why?"

"That's none of your business," Harry spat.

"Listen here you, you referred to Ron and Hermione in a way only friends would do, Dobby never refers to my slaves as Harry Potter, he never even talks to them. The fact that I let him go to deliver the message should tell you something," Draco was watching him intently now, the grey eyes sparkling with an intense fury.

"I don't understand," Harry trailed off.

"You scratch my back," Draco hissed, "and I'll scratch yours." The last part was a purr and Draco racked his nails down Harry's torso and Harry couldn't help but tilt his head back and hiss. Draco smirked and licked his lips tacking a moment to look over his pet true appearance.

The same brown hair, longer now but the roots, they were jet-black. Draco's eyes widened…could it be? Harry leaned back up pressed against the headboard and looked hard at Draco; his breath was coming shallower now and hitched slightly as his mind waged war with his body. Draco looked into those icy blue eyes not unlike his own, in fact scarily similar in colour.

Neither moved nor said anything, Draco held still above Harry supported on arms either side of Harry's hips. Harry's mind was racing; Draco had allowed Dobby to carry the message and that last comment. In this world dominated by Lord Voldemort it would not do well for him to be playing such a dangerous game, unless he wasn't truly loyal to Voldemort. Harry understood that Draco was obsessed with him, or the memory of him but could it be that that obsession went deeper than even Draco's family's love of the dark arts.

"What do you mean?" that sickening jolt of electricity shot down his spine and Harry gave a muffled cry, "master."

Draco's lips curled into a knowing smirk, "Oh I think you know." Draco drew himself forward on his knees, nudging at Harry's thighs until they were wrapped around his waist. The skirt of Harry's outfit bunched in his waist and rubbed at his growing erection. Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco took hold of his tail, when would that damn potion were off? Draco slowly stroked his tail but only in the direction that the fur went and the sensation was almost like when Draco was stroking his cock but strangely subdued and distant. It was distracting, clouding Harry's mind till he could barely think and all the while that smirk played on Draco's face and his eyes glinted in the light of the shimmering flames that danced in a crazy circle around them.

The light was making Harry's head spin and Draco knew it. A quick muttered spell and the dye in Harry's hair seemed to vanish instantly. His hair stuck to his face like rivulets of ink and a bead of sweat ran down the side of Harry's face.

"What do you want?" Harry asked his breathing picking up now. Draco was still stroking his tail and although it was pleasurable no matter how much or how fast Draco did it he would never cum from it and it was maddening. Harry was chasing fantasies around in his head in desperation to heighten the sensation but a jolt of electricity from the collar around his neck broke his concentration and with a strangled cry Harry was coming undone.

"Oh dear pet," Draco purred and leaned forward to take the lobe of Harry's pierced ear into his mouth. Twisting and tugging at the small silver loop with his tongue and teeth and Harry let out of a moan of frustration and longing.

Shaking and uncertain but desperate and wanting all the same Harry brought his hands up to Draco's chest. He pressed his palms against the ivory canvas the erratic thumping of Draco's heart met them there. It was as if the blonde's heart was straining to get out of his chest to jump into Harry's hands and never leave. Harry raked his nails down Draco's chest leaving scorching white marks in his wake and then he cried out as Draco moved his hands from Harry's tail to his erection and began pumping him furiously.

"Tell me what I want to know now slave," Draco hiss in his ear, nipping and sucking and all the while moving his hand unceasingly up and down Harry's cock.

Harry's eyes went cross-eyes behind lids he hadn't even realised he'd closed. He swallowed hard to stifle his cries and tried in vein to wrap his mind around what Draco had just said but it was impossible. Then he felt Draco's other hand at his nipple and he twisted it harshly and a strangled cry was torn from Harry's throat. Unstoppable, unceasing and then like a mighty wave crashing against the cliff he was cumming.

But it wasn't to be because at that very moment, when Harry had been teetering on the edge of a pleasurable oblivion Draco had moved his hands away. Harry was red all over and panting furiously. All the muscles in his thighs tensed around Draco's waist pushing himself up and begging for contacted. His cock hard and erect was pushing past the fold of his skirt and the head was smeared with pre-cum but it wasn't enough.

Harry looked bleary eyed and pleadingly at Draco, begging him, pleading with him but Draco shook his head. "If you don't tell me the truth pet then you will learn that there are far worse tortures than any amount of cruciatus."

Harry swallowed hard but he was still unable to speak.

"That was ordinary muggle hair dye in your hair and I know they have some funny little things they put in their eyes." Draco's eyes were half-lidded and seemed to glow in the candlelight, silver, glinting and deadly.

Harry lifted his hand and reached for his eyes. His mind was screaming at him that this would give everything away, he'd be as good as dead but there was something urging him on. And then his hand was drawing away the coloured contacts glistening on his fingertips and he was blinking his emerald eyes.

Draco's entire manner changed in an instant, he was no longer alluring, dark and powerful but alive, erratic and he'd jumped up. He sprung away from Harry and off the bed altogether. The hovering flames roared and flickered and blazed lighting up the whole room. Harry came out of his daze and the full impact of what he had just done took his breath away.

"I knew it," Draco cried nearly jumping up and down on the spot. "It was all too perfect. Nothing arranged, everything left behind, the perfect casual death of the foolhardy Gryffindor. You had everyone fooled, the strong hearted, the brave Harry Potter who would head long into a snake's open mouth if someone inside cried for help. He went charging off without thinking and ended up dead."

Harry's eyes were following Draco intently, his ears twitched back in a wary apprehension, half in fear and half in astonishment that Draco hadn't killed him or packaged him off to Voldemort for an even bigger reward.

"But I knew Potter, no one plays Quidditch like you did unless they have some brains. You were sneaky, calm, collected, they had to be a reason you could play so well, you seemed so Slytherin then. It was so obvious and easy and so like you that everyone fell for it but not I."

Then Draco leapt at Harry who made no move to resist. Pinned beneath the blonde whose eyes were flickering madly but whose hands around his wrists gave no pain. Was Draco completely mad or just obsessed?

Just then Draco leaned down and kissed Harry hard, the blonde's tongue working furiously to gain entrance to Harry's mouth. The black haired boy's cheeks flushed and for the first time since the escapade with Blaise Harry felt truly embarrassed.

"Let's end this," Draco was looking at him again with that look twisted between a smirk and a manic grin and those darting eyes.

"End what?" Harry spluttered finally finding his tongue after Draco had used his own to pull Harry's out of his throat.

"This war, this stupid little game of cat and mouse. I can set it all up and then you can fight him," Draco was grinning now and the light was dancing in his eyes.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened when he realised what Draco was saying, or what Harry thought he was saying, "What are you saying?"

"You and Voldemort, you can kill him and then it won't matter anymore," Draco reached up and stroked Harry's cheek. "You're really here."

And then Harry realised that Draco was obsessed with him to the point of supporting this ridiculous campaign that, upon discovery, would have them both killed. But then…Harry didn't see any better way of getting at Voldemort. Harry's eyes glinted and Draco's eyes narrowed as a smirk pulled across his lips to match that forming on Harry's own.

"All right Draco," Harry reached up with both hands and held Draco's head in his own and the blonde reciprocated the gesture. Everything between them had changed, Harry was no longer a pet used to chase a memory but the actual Harry, the one whose affections Draco had been craving for longer than he cared to remember.

The two boys had stopped pacing around each other in wary circles and had now leapt at each other and Harry's lips claimed Draco's with a furious passion that was part hate, part lust and part a budding flower of emotion in the back of his mind that even he hadn't realised was sprouting.

They tore at each other, the silly maid outfit ripped from Harry in seconds to bare his tanned and scared torso to Draco. The blonde trailed wet lips down Harry's jaw and nipped along his throat, stretched taught as Harry threw his head back and roared like the lion he was. This delighted Draco and his very nearly purred but he wasn't a cat or a lion he was a serpent and he longed to twine himself around Harry in a way that would bind them together so they could never part.

Draco trailed his tongue around one dusky nipple and sucked hard, nipped and worried the small portion of flesh till it was red, raw and hard, just like something else that Draco was equally eager to lick and caress. He ran his hips along Harry's inner thighs and trailed his tongue over to the other nipple still soft as butter and delicious like all of Harry.

Harry was delirious, riding a wave of adrenalin and exhilaration and fear. Draco knew and his life was in the hands of the blonde. But Draco was obsessed with him, had fashioned previous pets after him in a way that Harry knew he had control over the blonde. So in a way Harry still had control of his life and the manipulative powers that streamed from his fingers like puppet strings were wrapping around his mind. He was drunk on this power and he wondered if this was the Slytherin have of him that the hat had seen and he'd refused to admit.

Maybe in this den of snakes he would be great.

Harry let out a strangled hiss as Draco took his cock into his mouth. Swallowing hard around the head before descending, licking, caressing and swallowing. Harry gulped for air, his mouth was dry and yet his was still crying out. He couldn't stop it. Then Draco was moving his head, up and down and Harry couldn't take it. The teasing earlier, his nipples aching and his mind reeling Harry gave a hiss like none before and came.

Draco crawled up over him and licked his shining lips and then those deliciously red and sinful lips were on Harry's again. Harry growled then, a lion again and rolled then over. Pinning the blonde's shoulders to the bed. He heard the blonde hiss and cry out in pain and pleasure and longed to hear a roar torn from that ivory throat.

Harry dove down and nipped and sucked at Draco's neck, red and angry marks appeared all over that ivory canvas that Harry painted dedicatedly. Draco was hard, panting and crying out Harry's name. He tossed his head from side to side and twisted his long elegant fingers into Harry's ebony locks and drove his head done, begging and pleading and demanding.

Harry growled in pleasure and as a way of rebelling but obediently wrapped his lips around the head. Lapping furiously and swallowing but only at the head. "More," Draco hissed and jolt of electricity flowed from the collar to encourage Harry but the shock carried through to Draco himself through the only connection the two shared and Draco howled. He tossed his head from side to side, "Again."

The shock fired and Draco nearly went cross-eyed and then Harry swallowed him whole and then he did go cross-eyed. Then Harry was licking up and down Draco's cock with the tip of his tongue. Shock after pleasurable shock, his cock, his balls, his cock again and then somewhere completely different.

Harry had trailed his tongue lower, deeper, lifting Draco's hips and the blonde was powerless to resist as that shock fired right up his ass making him shudder and tense and then he was coming, hard, fast and great white streams flew into the air splattering on Harry. On his face, in his hair, but he wasn't stopping and Harry kept lapping at him and Draco purred, he moaned, he whined and then he gave a strangled roar as Harry moved one finger up inside him.

Harry smirked as that delightful sound met his ears and the Slytherin was reduced to a quivering reddening mess. Harry was hard again and drunk on the power he held over the quivering blonde as he inserted a second finger, scissoring, thrusting and all the while his ears drank in those pleasured sounds. Draco's eyes were tight shut, his teeth set and his blonde hair was splayed around his head like a halo.

Harry leaned up over him and pressed his lips to the blonde's ear, "I don't love you," he hissed in the language of the snakes he found himself surrounded by, "I will never love you like you want me to. But I will have you and for this moment alone I will let you have me but I can kill you."

Through the fog clouding the blonde pureblood's loosing mind he realised that a sound, not unlike the hissing of snakes but far more erotic, was in his ear. Then he realised that Harry was speaking parseltongue. He had no idea what the jet haired boy was saying but he didn't much care as the third finger pounded into him and his ice like eyes met emerald green.

But he found he couldn't hold that gaze. It was so deep, so piercing as if he was looking straight through Draco.

"Look at me," Harry hissed as he pounded Draco with his three fingers, all the while working himself to full hardness with his other hand.

Draco wanted to look away, to loose himself but he couldn't do it, he had to keep contact with those glistening emeralds that were too beautiful for any real gem. If he looked away, if even only for a second then the world around him would shatter and nothing would make sense anymore. Then Draco truly came undone as those fingers were withdrawn and Harry himself was pressing into him. Big, strong and every inch Harry, all Harry, always Harry.

Draco roared again and that was all it took, Harry thrust all the way in and stilled. He panted heavily; Draco's eyes hadn't left him. Not frightened. Not loving. Only wanted, submitting, dominating.

"We are equal you and I," Harry hissed into Draco's ear, "we always were. No different, no better, no worse. This will not end as you like."

Harry thrust slowly and Draco purred, he hissed, made every sound that his vocal cords would allow if only it would make Harry moved faster, go deeper, harder and bring him closer to that ever fixed mark.

"But it will end, we will end it and what becomes of us then is another matter."

Harry was pounding into him and Draco couldn't think, he thought there was no other pleasure. He was running up a hill and it was hard and he was red, panting and sweating but when he reached the top he could roll down the other side and the adrenalin would carry him safe to the bottom. Then Harry wrapped his fist around Draco's cock and pumped in time with his erratic, strong and powerful thrusts. Harry nipped at Draco's chest, his throat, his nipples, his ears, his jaw and anything that his lips met.

Then their lips crashed together once more and Harry gave an almighty thrust and Draco felt his back burn as the fabric beneath him was caught but he wasn't any longer. He'd reached to top of that hill, he was rolling, spiralling to oblivion and falling in ecstasy back to earth. "Harry!" he shouted at the final moment.

Harry gritted his teeth to hold back the cry but it was no use, "Draco," it came out as a hiss but Draco seemed to know what that hissing meant and he tensed and Harry gave a final strangled cry as he fell atop the blonde, crushing him down into the bed and both gave up the fight for consiousness.

That is the third lemon I've ever written...well?