Series Title: Screwed
Chapter Title: Black Nail Polish. .
Author: Goddess Shinigami
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/? and H/D
Summary: Harry gets screwed, but by whom and why is he so possessive? Draco to save the day? Maybe . . .*~SLASH~*
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful characters of Harry Potter Ms. J. K. Rowling does!
Notes: Okie, finally chapter two of this lil ficcie. Well, Well, Well, I see my reviewers are anxious to see who this mystery boy is. Tis quite confuzzeling isn't it? *smiles* This is kind of from the point of view of the mystery man, and I warn you this chapter will be short. Well, on to the story.
He walked out the door and into the cool ventilated hallway, walking towards Gryffindor tower. I fucked him senseless again. It was all too perfect. I had him at my mercy. The Boy Who Lived can no longer live without me. He thought. He was Harry's drug and Harry couldn't go to rehab for this one.
He reached the portrait hole and said the password, before opening the Fat Lady looked at his disheveled clothes and hair, snorted, and finally opened for him. She muttered something that sounded like "boys these days, nothing on their minds but sex." The boy traveled up to his dorm, made sure everyone's drapes were closed, and discarded his clothing.
When all clothing was gone again, he looked down to examine himself in the dim light coming from a full moon outside. He noticed there was blood on his thighs and his dick. I knew I should've used lube. It's always so messy this way. He complained to himself.
He dragged himself to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. The hot steam began to fill the room almost immediately after the knob had been turned. He examined himself in the mirror for a minute before stepping into the shower. He could see that he was fatigued, but fucking Harry always did that to him. It was always so good, no matter what.
He walked into the shower stall and felt the steaming water wash over him. He felt all his blood rush to his skin's surface. He grabbed the soap and began to wash the blood away, wash his sin away. He wasn't doing anything wrong, everything was perfect. Soon he was clean and his soul was purged. The hot water washing away all his so called sins. No one would ever know what he did in the dark and cover of night in the abandoned teacher's lounge with the great Harry Potter.
He walked out of the bathroom and over to his trunk. He opened the lid and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and slipped them on, the silk caressing his pale skin lightly. The moon traveled over his body and he just stood there for a moment reveling in it. Then he moved deftly over to his bed, pulled the covers back, and climbed in between them. He closed his eyes, cutting the rest of the world off, for the sleep that called so tantalizingly.
The morning came much to quick for his liking and he awoke with a groan. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and checking the clock, which said "Go back to Sleep", he found that it was Saturday and there was no need for him to be up in the first place. The morning had dawned bright and now there was no chance for going back to sleep. "Damnit." he cursed, dressing in a pair of black leather pants and a black button down shirt, which was only buttoned at the middle button. Once he was dressed and satisfied with his appearance he left the dorms and walked out of Gryffindor tower.
He walked quickly to the Great Hall and once he reached it, quickly ate some breakfast, and left again. He went to the front doors and pushed them open, looking out onto the bright grounds of Hogwarts. He had the urge to go and sit by the lake, but decided against it because it wasn't really befitting of him. Then again what one did in the light was always far from what one did in the dark. In the dark you can hide your emotions, your failures, and your sins. In the light everything can be seen for what it was and he didn't want that.
With a sigh he walked back into Hogwarts and up to Gryffindor tower. After entering the common room and finding no one, he pulled out a bottle of nail polish. What would they think if they saw me painting my nails? He asked himself with a chuckle. He walked to one of the comfortable arm chairs and opened the bottle.
He spread his fingers out on the arm and began to run the paint-laden brush over each nail, the pigment staining and coloring the nails as it was being spread. Each nail dried in turn and when he had finished each of his ten fingers he leaned back in the chair and blew on them casually. Once he was satisfied with his work and had added a few coats he smiled and put the bottle back in his pocket.
No sooner had he finished did Harry walk up behind him. He sat on the arm of the chair and draped an arm around the other boy's shoulders. Harry listed the boys hands to his eyes and he, too, smiled. "Yes, you know black and red always did go so well together." Then he dropped the boys hand and swaggered off in another direction.
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OK that was chapter two. Do you know who the mystery man is? Well, we will name him in the next chapter I promise. Au revoir.
I love you all,
Goddess Shinigami