A/N: Here we really begin to earn the R rating. It gets dark from here on out, with a definite darker, edgier bent. Sex becomes a major part of the story too. You can still back out now...
It was a few weeks into term, and Harry and Draco were practising the Imperius Curse. Harry could throw it off, but had never cast it, while Draco could cast it, but had never thrown it off. They had decided to begin their extra training with that Curse, the sole Unforgivable that Harry would allow himself or his allies to use. Once he was more proficient, they were going to bring in the other three, and practise casting it at a distance.
Harry cast the spell once more, wand pointed firmly in Draco's direction. He was getting stronger, he knew, because Draco was trying to fight it now, and finding it difficult to break. In his mind, he commanded Draco to get up, then walk around the room. Harry's lip twitched with an evil idea. He instructed Draco to strip off his clothes, then use his own clothes and his own wand to tie himself to the bed. Chuckling, Harry ended the spell.
Harry, I'm going to bloody kill you!
What? You look so... virginal and pure, Draco.
Hmph. You're the one that's virginal.
Harry grimaced. Not for lack of desire.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
Did you ever decide which gender you prefer?
Both. Preferably at once, but I'll take either one. There's something just as sexy about a hard, smooth cock as there is a pair of soft, round tits.
Draco smiled. Unbind me here and I think we need to have a, um, discussion. Harry complied and sat patiently. Okay, Harry. If you really would like to, I can test drive you. If I like it, then you can get into the whole sex capades thing we've got going on here.
Harry raised his eyebrows. I thought you'd never ask.
Draco smiled as he pulled other boy in and planted his lips firmly on Harry's. Just remember, he said, in Slytherin, it's always about sex, never about love.
Love is highly overrated, Draco, Harry replied. And I need better memories of sex.
It was some time later before there was any more talking in the dormitory.
Can I keep you as a personal bitch?
I take it I was good, then?
Oh yes, you were good. I don't think you have to worry about spending a night alone unless you want to.
Harry smiled. Now, maybe, he could replace the feelings of shame that he had begun to associate with sexual desire. Draco? This... this summer, when Vernon was... well. It hurt, but the pain kind of... aroused me too.
Oooh, you didn't mention you were a masochist. Then again, I don't blame you. Harry, there's nothing wrong with associating pain and pleasure. I like a good dose of masochism every now and then myself. And then there's getting to cause the pain... oh, Harry, what a delicious boy toy you are.
So I'm a boy toy now? And what happens when I want to be the dominant one, eh?
Draco was practically purring. I'll be your boy toy right now if you want.
Oh, I do.
There was another long period without words.
I think we should practise Imperious a bit more. And maybe loads of sex should be part of my plan. Cementing loyalties and all of that.
Excellent idea. Fresh, virginal boys... yum. You *will* reward me for being your oldest ally, won't you?
Only if it's a threesome, Draco – you, me, and the virginal flesh.
Draco smirked. Harry, how on earth did you survive in Gryffindor? You are Slytherin through and through.
I do not know, Draco. I'm only thankful I finally found my way here.
That evening, Greg approached Harry's bed, as they all sat in the dormitory. I think I've come up with a design. Draco and Vince have been working on the process of branding, and Blaise has designed a few charms that he thinks would be... prudent. Surprised, Harry nodded. Here's the best idea I came up with.
On the crisp sheet of parchment before him, Harry saw the perfect design. Oh, yes, he murmured. Quite perfect. Perfect indeed. He raised his head. Very, very good word, Greg. What would you like as a reward?
Draco snorted. I think that you could offer him something... alluring, Harry.
Harry smiled then. Ah. That's easily done, he purred, one hand tracing down Greg's arms. Very easily done.
Greg swallowed and smiled. Er... thank you, Harry.
Harry smiled coyly and changed the subject. Now, the branding?
Draco jumped up. I wrote my father for some information on the Dark Mark; I told him it was an extra credit report for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he ate the story up. We have to use something very similar to what You-Know-Who does, but with a different incantation. Once our mark has a name', we can make the name of the spell. The words that you, Harry, could use for Summoning and such, though, would be exactly the same. Here, Lucius wrote them all out. Draco handed Harry a sheet of parchment, which Harry skimmed and set aside.
This all sounds good. Blaise, the charms then?
I thought that, for the time being, the marks need to be hidden, so I found a powerful illusion charm that cannot be removed simply by the command to end all spells. It's finite incantem resistant. Blaise smiled proudly. Also, by layering a secondary charm, we can know whenever one of us in pain or in trouble. Finally, a protection against spies. We place on our mark, plus this charm, and the Dark Mark cannot be placed on the person, and someone coming to our side will have his Dark Mark removed. Excellent, no?
Harry smiled broadly. You have all exceeded expectations. Let's figure out the incantation here and get this working tonight.
Just before it was time to go to bed, Harry raised his wand and pressed it onto the soft white inner flesh of Draco's right upper thigh and whispered A soft green stream flowed out of his wand and into Draco's skin, forming the mark Greg had painstakingly designed. Quickly, Harry cast the other charms, except for the illusion charm, which he was going to have them cast on themselves once each had received the mark. Draco finished, Harry brought his head and kissed him seductively before repeating the process, down to the kiss, with Blaise, then Vince and Greg.
My friends. My allies. My... followers. It has begun.
