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It has been a while since I have updated. School is really time-consuming and I haven't been home for the past 6 weekends. Plus I've been emotionally drained for a while...

Hope you enjoy this update.

WARNINGS: SLASH SCENE! HARRY BASHING!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

THIS STORY WAS UPDATED ON OCTOBER 24, 2007!

When Did Poison Become Innocent?

Chapter 10

Mrs. Weasley slammed down her knitting needles.

Stupid Potter.

Ginny huffed as she stomped through the house. How dare Harry embarrass her like that! He was going to pay this coming school year!

Arthur Weasley cowered in fear. Two angry red-headed women stomping through the Burrow. One word, terrifying. Arthur had holed himself up in the attic for two weeks. The Ghoul was suprisingly good company.

Ron was spread across his bed. He sighed, he was so bored. Hermione had left this morning after last night. He didn't know how to describe it.

In Hogwarts…

Albus Dumbledore has been called a lot of things. Brilliant, a genius, even handsome. But never stumped. Well, this is Albus Dumbledore now. He was stumped. He thought he had played all the cards right.

Vernon must have done something stupid. Stupid Muggle, they can't do anything right. Albus sucked on a Lemon Drop and mused on a new plan.

How to break Potter? But first things first, he would mend a few ties. He would let Potter have his resorting, his relationship, even his freedom.

There would be repercussions of course. Gryffindor was going to hate their "Golden Boy."

Hufflepuff would follow Gryffindor. Ravenclaws he could never be to sure. And Slytherin. Albus knew a lost cause when he saw one. House unity is something that will not come up in Albus' reign of Hogwarts.

Minerva briskly walked to Albus' office. He had been swallowed whole by the Potter issue lately. She had missed him in the bed for the past two weeks. Minerva loved Albus. She had never voiced that fact; it had never come up in the thirty years they had been sleeping together.

Minerva knew she could never truly own up to anything like a wife in Albus' heart. It was a burden but just to be with him was satisfying enough. Dumbledore's plans were very important to him. She would never get in the way of his plans.

She would love him forever.

Even if it killed her…

In Riddle Manor…

Tom Marvolo Riddle lazed in his macabre throne. Male concubines flocked him. One fed him red grapes.

No longer had snake-like Tom looked like a middle-aged version of his diary self. Except he still had the crimson eyes that pierced the soul.

The Dark Lord gazed at Fernir Greyback. The man was gorgeous he had to admit, for a beast. His silver hair poured down his broad shoulders. Golden eyes were crazed with alluring insanity.

Fernir was a loyal follower. One of his Inner Circle in fact. The man was without a doubt gay. Most wizards did not mind gays. Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin had been lovers. Potions and spells had been developed to allow male pregnancy.

Tom admitted to himself, that Fernir would be the only man that would ever be able to become his dominant. He needed an heir. Someone to follow in his footsteps.

How to get Fernir interested?

Tom suddenly had a devious plan. Yep, he still had it.

The Dark Lord stood from his perch. He strode to a side door into his private office. No one followed. One knew better unless they wanted to be tortured or worse... castrated.

Tom sat in his black leather chair, a peacock feathered pen stood at attention.

With a snap of his fingers parchment floated in front of him. Purple ink wells filled themselves.

Another snap resounded through the office.

Regal handwriting came to mar the paper. It read:

Attention All Deatheaters!

Your Dark Lord is in need of an heir.if you think are worthy of the challenge please sign the parchment below.

The requirements are the following:

† One must not be engaged, or married.

† One must be over the age of 35.

† One must be one of the higher-ups.

† One must be powerful.

† One must be ready to court your Dark Lord.

The finalists shall be decided on September 1.

You have one month to sign up.

Signed,

Your ever-reigning Dark Lord.

insert smiley face here

Tom laughed at his flyer. Hs deatheathers would think this of a joke. He would formally announce the competition at tonight's Deatheater meeting. The flyers put out during the meeting by the House Elves. With a wave of his hand Lord Voldemort made 15 copies of the parchment. He called for Collie, his personal House Elf.

"Collie. During the meeting tonight place these around the Manor, leave me a list of the places you have placed them."

"Yes sir."

"Dismissed."

Collie disappeared with a pop.

In Grimmauld Place

Harry sighed. He had just told Draco he wanted some alone time. They had hooked up this morning. Harry yawned. Hmm...

A nap sounded nice right about now.

Harry climbed into his bed. The soft sheets felt nice against his face. Harry pulled off his shirt.

Harry's eyes snapped open. His face was flushed and he was sweating. Harry gasped for air as he remembered his dream. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

Harry glanced at the clock. He had slept for an hour. He felt like he hadn't slept at all.

Harry shuddered as flashes of Dudley came to him.

Harry suddenly caught sight of his wrists. Hsmiled at them. He hadn't cut in a while. Harry wordlessly took off the glamour.

Scars appeared. Some older than others. A razor blade suddenly popped into Harry's left hand. Harry emersed himself in the feeling of the chill of metal ghosting over the starting point. He sighed with the stinging as he sunk the edge deeper into his pale skin. Amost healed scabs opened as he dragged the blade down his skin. Harry shuddered in pleasure when he saw the crimson liquid buble to the surface. He breathed in deeply. He liked to breathe as deeply as he could. The thrill came instantly.

Harry suddenly felt light-headed. He loved this feeling. He felt so far away yet so close to everything. He could feel the breeze blowing through the window. His sensess were sharper yet so dull. He suddenly understood everything. Yet, there was so much to learn. Why hadn't he done this in so long. He missed this. His tears disappeared, anger, sadness, regrets disappeared. Why had he stopped? He could no longer remember. It didnt matter now. All that mattered was Draco, the blood dripping onto the floor. The blood dripped with his tears. He bled till no emotion was left except happiness.

Harry spelled away his blood. He cast a spell that stopped the bleeding. Scabs formed instantly. Harry put his glamour back into place. Harry felt dirty he decided to go take a cold shower. Cutting always to seemed to turn him on for some reason.

Draco sat in the library. Harry had told him to come get him after two hours. He already missed his new boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Harry was his boyfriend now! Draco climbed the stairs with a smirk on his face. He slowly open the door to harry's room. He had felt himself slide into the wards surrounding the room. Damn, Harry wanted no one in. He had changed the wards to allow him though. Already?

Draco saw that Harry's comforter was wrinkled. Harry must have taken a nap. Draco could hear a shower running.

No steam came from under the door, so it must be a cold shower. Was that a moan he just heard? A smirk worthy of the Slytherin house spread across Draco's pink lips.

"Uhhhh... Draco... "

That's all Draco had to hear before he cast a spell that shed his clothes and folded them neatly. Draco turned down Harry's huge bed. Should he go meet Harry or should he wait for him.

Wait for him.

A loud moan emitted from the bathroom. Draco was instantly up and ready. Yummy. His uke could make the most delightful noises.

A few minutes later Draco heard water turning off. Draco nearly jumped when musoc started to play all throughout the rrom and from the bathroom. harry must have it set up where he could start music from the bathroom and bedroom and play it everywhere.

Oh! He loved this song!

O-zone's "Dragostea Din Tei" sonded through the room. This song always increased his ood and made him want to have fun, if you know what I mean.

He could hear Harry singing along. Harry had a pretty voice.

Harry picked up his wand. He ponted the tip to his hair. I became dry and straightened. Why hadn't he though of this before? He was such an idiot sometimes. Not that he would ever admit it of course.

Harry pulled on some emerald and black plaid pajama pants. He put in his belly button ring. A simple black ball one and his snakebites and tounge-ring came next. He could never forget his eyebrow peircing.

Harry looked at himself once more before opening the door.

Dragostea Din Tei had just ended. Next came "Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too". An old song, but still a good one.

Draco smirked at his lovely boyfriend. He had no shirt on. His pale skin covered a lithe muscular form. Harry had a tattoo wrapping aroung his thin hips. Oh, he loved a boy with prominent clavicles and hip bones. Harry had both. The peircings were a plus. He'd be happy to get those snake-bites out for Harry. The feminine belly-button peircing was a nice touch.

Harry shrieked when he suddenly saw Draco laying his bed, naked, and erect.

Harry's lip trembled, he bit it to keep in his gasp. Quidditch had done draco well. Draco had a tattoo? Of a panther on his inner thigh. The cat looked like it was about to pounce of Draco's goods.

Harry turned his back to Draco. He pulled is black hair over his shoulder. His other tattoo became visible to the Slytherin. He wasn't about to crawling to Draco. And to not to do that he had ot turn his back before he punced on his boyfriend.

Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry. He wanted him to come to him. he would bite. The raven-haired wizard was to delectable with the tattoos and he had waited for six years to taste his alabaster flesh. Draco slipped off the bed and slowly walked over to Harry's turned back. Draco sould feel Harry tense slightly when he place his hands on Harry's hips. He could also feel goose bumps that erupted on Harry's heated skin.

Draco brought himself closer to Harry.

Harry unwillingly let a gasp pass when his felt Draco's huge erection against his ass.

Draco brought up his index finger. He ran it down the length of Harry's spine. The shorter boy shivered in pleasure. A small moan escaped him.

Draco turned Harry around to where his angel faced him.

Harry looked up at Draco. Draco's mercury eyes swirled with lust. Harry felt himself grow even more. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. He brought his hips closer and grinded against Draco.

He was rewarded with a gutural moan and a harder grind. Harry moaned himself.

Harry gasped when he felt Draco's tounge teasing his outer ear. Draco nipped at his earlobe.

"Draco..."

"Hm?"

"Kiss me."

Draco pulled away from Harry's earlobe. He leaned his forehead against Harry's. He finally captured those full lips.

Harry brought himself closer. His leg came up to wrap around Draco's waist.

Draco pulled up the other one. He wrapped the legs aroung his waist. He thrust his hips into Harry's.

Harry groaned. He felt Draco's tounge come forth and please his.

Draco's P.O.V.

I pulled away from Harry's addictive lips. I kisssed my way down his jaw and farther down his neck. Before I could get any lower he tried to speak. The only word I heard in his question was

"...bed?"

I nodded my head against his neck. I brought him over to the black silk sheets. I laid him down on his back. I climbed over him. he situated himself to where his head was against the propped up pillows.

I growled.

"Stop moving. I want to ravish you. I can't do that when you keep moving away from me."

He just giggled which turned me on more. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Well I'm ready. Are you?"

I growled again. I shut him up with my lips.

My mouth reached his collar bone. His skin was more delicious than it looked. He mewled as my tounge teased his clavicle. I went lover. I pulled up my hand to flick his right nipple to make it hard.

I latched on quickly before he could protest to me flicking him. I was met with the most arousing moan I've heard from a lover. I couldn't help myself but to return the noise. I bit his nipple and then soothed the pain with my tounge. I moved on to his left one.

"Draco... Sirius is coming."

"Your point?"

"Uhhhh... Oh my God. I don't want him to come in the middle of something. Please stop. I'll make it up to you later."

I heaved a huge sigh. Goddanmit Black ruins everything!

"Hey Harry! And Draco I know you're in there too. Anyway, dinner is ready!"

Harry stood. He disappeared behind a door and came out with a black long sleeved shirt and some gray tight pants.

When did we both lose our pants? Was he not wearing boxers? He pulled on the gray pants and the black shirt. I smirked. Harry liked to go commando?

I also stood and pulled on my clothes and then followed Harry into the bathroom.

I came up behind him as he combed his hair. I pulled his hips closer to mine.

"May I ask why you are going Commando today my Dear?" I purred into his ear. I felt him shiver against me.

"Two words. Easy. Access."

I took the comb from his sinister hands and preceeded to comb out the rest of his hair for him. I then braided his hair and finished it off with a silk black ribbon. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Gorgeous."

Harry blushed and then slipped from my grip. Quickly I brushed my own hair and then followed the boy down the stairs to dinner.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! My laptop broke so I don't have the names of the people who reviewed or alerted...

Can't wait for next time!