A/N: Hey hey hey! Long time no see, I know I know. I'm truly, deeply sorry about that. I've been putting FanFic on the back burner for MUCH too long, and hopefully this is the beginning of a much more positive updating trend.

Thank you, everyone who has stuck with me from the beginning. And WELCOME, new people! If you're reading this, that means that you've made it this far and that you've likde my story, so here is another chapter!

Enjoy! : )

Draco rounded the corner of the hallway. Angry, upset, and puzzled, he stomped his way to the stairs. As he was about to reach the top, a hand grabbed him from the shadows.

"Draco." Theo said, his voice dark. Draco turned around and widened his eyes. Theo's face was dark, and there was an odd light in his eyes.

"Let go of me, Theo. I need to talk to someone." Draco tried to remove his arm, but found that he couldn't. Theo's grip was so tight it was beginning to make his fingers tingle.

"I think you need to talk to me." Theo said. Draco's eyes sharpened. Theo's voice was never this rough. He was always so chill, so calm.

"No, I assure you I don't. Now let go of me." Draco tried to pull himself to the stairs, but with a sharp inhale of breath Theo lurched Draco's weight towards him, collapsing Draco onto his larger chest. Theo's chest rumbled against Draco's ear, and for the first time Draco felt a hint of fear. This was not the Theo he knew.

In their fourth year, Draco had used Theo as dominance practice. Theo had liked Draco, and while not into the dominance scene so much (at that time…Draco made sure that he was into it by the end), he had agreed to do whatever Draco had needed him to do. The arrangement had gone on for several months, but Draco had eventually moved on—he had found true subs by then, and Theo's playacting at submission was a good training exercise, but it was nothing close to the real thing. Thinking of the real thing led him to thinking about Harry. He needed to talk to Harry, to fix this.

But Theo's arms were too tight around him. Grimacing at this show of weakness, Draco tried to force his way out of Theo's grip, but the larger boy was too strong, and Draco remained trapped.

Theo sighed, and the sound was too soft for the situation. "You know, I've dreamt about you like this."

Draco froze. Theo continued. "You have no idea how hot it is to see you playing the dominant in Slytherin. Stalking around, prowling. So hot. So…interesting." Theo began to stroke his fingers against Draco's hair. Draco felt the pit of his stomach drop. Where was Theo going with this?

"I wonder…how much force would it take to break you." Theo laughed darkly as Draco shivered in revulsion. The dominant aspects of him were crawling up his skin. But Theo mistook the shivers of disgust for shivers of anticipation, and he moaned. "You see, I knew that you weren't truly a dominant, Draco. You're too pretty for it." He picked at a lock of platinum blond, letting it slide between his fingers.

"Let me go, Nott." Draco made his voice as cold and callous as he could make it. Theo seemed to be indulging in some sort of delusion, and Draco knew that his only hope was to shock him out of it.

Theo's arms tightening. "You know what, I don't think I will." Draco huffed out a loud sigh and tried to make light of the situation, even though his body was starting to quiver in fear.

"I don't know what you think you're getting at, Nott, but whatever it is you want from me, you can't have it. I'm taken."

Theo's face darkened in rage, and his breath hissed out between his teeth. "You. Are. Mine." He growled. Spinning Draco around in his arms, he backed up and slammed Draco's spine against the stone wall, with Draco raised up on his tip toes. Draco let out a small pain sound at the rough contact, and Theo grinned as he plunged his mouth against Draco's.

Draco began to squirm and kick, trying to get away from the larger boy. The kiss was a kiss for dominance, and even against his better judgment Draco found himself kissing Theo back. In any kiss, Draco had to win. Even knowing that Theo was twisted, and that he should be trying to escape the situation, Draco fought back in his kiss. Biting Theo's tongue viciously, he forced Theo into the defensive, and plundered the boy's mouth. Growling in satisfaction, his inner senses roared as the other boy acknowledged his dominance and began to back away in the kiss. Draco reached for Theo's hair and yanked his head back, causing Theo to let out a gasp of pleasure-pain.

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Harry was trudging with a purpose through the hallway, on his way to the Slytherin common room. He was going to confront Draco. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he knew that he had to say something. As great as the sex was, he needed to know he was more than a fuck buddy. Thinking back on the month's past events, Harry tried to gather the courage to believe that he was right. He had to be right.

But Hermione's comment left him worried. What if he was the only one who was treating their…whatever this thing was…as exclusive? What if Draco was seeing other boys at the same time? What if (and this thought truly made his insides go sour) when he had been so full the other day, other boys had been walking around with the same predicament, and Draco had been witness to them all? If that was the case, Harry thought disgustedly, he was done with this.

His heart gave a lurch. Yes. Even if he felt something, he knew he couldn't go through with it if he suspected that he wasn't the only one.

As he was picking a staircase to climb, he heard a low moan. Intrigued, and wondering who wasn't being so careful in the corridor, Harry picked the stationary stairway on his left and began to climb.

As he was almost at the top, one of the two boys (for the grunts made Harry assume that the two in question were both male) let out a growl, and Harry stopped dead in his tracks.

He knew that growl.

Increasing his pace, Harry reached the top of the steps and panted. Seeing the roiling boys in front of him, all he could glimpse of the boy against the way was his platinum blond hair, but Harry knew.

Letting out a gasp that turned into a soft, wailing moan, Harry felt his eyes fill up with traitorous tears.

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Draco, lost in the dominance play, heard Harry's gasp. Snapping his eyes open, he shoved Theo onto the floor in front of him and met Harry's tear-filled eyes.

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Harry took in the rumpled white dress shirt. He took in the heaving breaths, and the slightly tented pants. The lips, red and puffy. Trailing his eyes upward, he met Draco's gray eyes. The eyes held comfusion, but more importantly, they held regret.

"Harry…" Draco began, his voice hoarse.

Harry felt his body break as Draco said his name. Not Hero, not Potter, but his name. The tears began to fall. "Why?" He asked, his voice shattered.

"It's not what it looks like." Draco said. Even as he said them he knew they sounded weak.

"I don't care." Harry said softly. He wrapped his arms around himself. "It doesn't matter. I don't know why I thought we were something."

With every word, Draco felt his chest ache. Putting dignity aside, he reached out to Harry. "Harry…" he began again.

Harry jolted, and his green eyes turned angrily to his face.

"No." He said firmly. Turning on his heels, Harry fled back down the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower.

A/N: Ooooh dramatic moment. Theo was a very interesting character to write- both Dom and Sub (sort of). Let me know what you think of DarkSed so far! Your reviews are invaluable to me :)

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TLA