-Tra la la la ....I hate singing... anywho...some review responses...that I felt like talkin' back too...

hackerxxix: Hermione and Draco???? no No No and NEVER! *shivers* yuch....

asaroth69: Of course it's bloody, plain and simple, I like blood...don't know why but I do....something about the taste and color I suppose....

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To Posses the Light

Chapter 3: To Keep Company, You Must Loathe Company

"Oh! Is this *your* compartment?" a girls voice purred.

Draco sniffed the air absently, the vague scent of spcy-vanilla and green-apples filled his lungs, hmm . . . Potter . . . blood . . . hmm . . .

"Why, yes, yes it is . . ." Draco grinned.

"Well then let me keep you company." She smiled, closing the door with a soft 'click', she walked over to him, a swing in her hips which she believed to be attractive, but still . . . she would do . . . for now.

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Harry had scarcely managed to change his bandages and properly cover them when both Hermione and Ron opened the compartment door and sat down across from him.

Damn Malfoy . . .

The high-pitched moans and cries of bliss could be heard from next door . . .

Hermione coughed loudly, blushing nearly as red as Ron then looked at the floor, pressing her legs together tightly, nibbling on her lower lip.

"Bloody 'ell! Does he *have* to start so early!? We're not even halway their to Hogwarts yet!" Ron all but yelled as he turned around in his seat to bang on the wall, "SHUT YOUR GOB YOU STUPID GIT!!!"

Harry had been relatively silent and apathetic throughout the brief display, puzzled by Hermione's reactions, he'd thought she would've at least looked disgusted or ashamed at the audacity of such a thing . . . but no . . . she was nearly . . . dare he even say it . . . ? A tad . . . flustered?

Hermione?

And Draco?

HA! Never in a million years! She despises him as much as I do!

And as for Ron, well Ron always blew up at everything Malfoy did . . . but the feint expression in his face, and that strange spark in his eyes . . . was it tinged with . . . jealousy?

Harry shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as a wave of nausea swept over him; the repeat horror at the Dursleys was definately fucking up his mental stability . . .

"So uh- Harry, how was your summer?" Hermione piped up, both Ron and herself suddenly having utmost interest in his answer, trying their damndest to ignore the increased pitch level of moans and groans of ecstacy . . .

"How do you think my summer went 'Mione?" Harry threw back, debating whether or not to actually *tell* them; but the vague image of utmost pity in their eyes everytime they looked at him after he would tell them what *truly* was going on at the Dursleys was always a very tangible threat, he didn't need pity . . . he got that by just walking into a fuckin' wizard shop with hordes of people oggling his scar.

"What the usual? Or just worse? You know, more lack of food, more yelling? And oh, dealing with the porkster and pork junior bossing you 'round again?" Ron asked in a huff, scratching his head absently.

. . . and abused, bled, starved, driven to near insanity, beaten, whipped, and . . . .

Harry rubbed his eyes, no no no No NO! Don't think about it! Don't think about anything! You think, you remember! Don't think . . . just breathe in, smile, breath out, no one will know, everything will be fine . . . I will die one day, maybe soon, maybe a long time from now . . . but death will be my end . . . and then everything will be fine . . .

"Did I hear someone call for me?" a breathy voice drawled . . .

-And their was a shirtless Draco Malfoy with his leather pants unzipped, the faintest hairline from just below his belly-button . . . so . . . he *was* a natural blonde after all . . .

He heard two sharp intakes of breath before Ron's typical outburst came . . .

"Who would call for *you* Malfoy? You're just a stupid, slimy-git who has to shag everything and *anything* in sight! Now get out of here! I think I might puke if you stay in here for another second longer!" Ron yelled angrily.

"Well to answer your first question," drawled Malfoy as he sat down in the unoccupied seat next to Harry, "I believe *you* *have* called for me Weasly . . . more than once if I recall correctly . . . and you are right to believe I'll shag nearly anything, after all, I did fuck you good and proper didn't I?" Draco sneered.

Ron turned absolutely red in embarassment and Hermione fled from the compartment without a word.

Ron's mouth opened then closed several times before he could final manage a modestly dignified growl of hatred and loathe, storming out of the compartment, slamming the door behind him.

Harry's eyes were wide with shock . . . Malfoy . . . and RON?!?!?! WHERE DID THE INSANITY END?!?!?! Maybe he was dreaming . . . or maybe he was having a nightmare! It was nearly as unthinkable as when Dudley had- NO NO NO NO NO!!! DON'T THINK HARRY! JUST BREATHE, SMILE, AND BREATHE . . . . everything will be okay someday . . . but- Malfoy and Ron...?

He clutched his head, he felt a migraine coming on . . . or he might lose what little lunch he had managed to pilfer from this morning . . . uh-godz . . . the train was moving too fast . . . !

"Something wrong Potter? Some *itch* you need scratched?" Draco grinned, his right hand sliding over Harry's leg to gently squeeze Harry's groin.

Draco froze, completely shocked at Harry's reaction to his ministrations . . . just *what* was wrong with the famous 'Golden Boy'? A simple action and the boy had stopped moving completely, his green eyes had glazed over as if in death and his normally warm body had dropped several, *noticeable* degrees colder, to the point where his hand was nearly frozen like ice.

Malfoy released the young man's parts to trail his hand up the scratchy material of the turtle-neck shirt to cup Hary's chin, forcefully turning the other teen's eyes to meet his.

What . . . ?

He watched, fascinated as the once dead eyes seemed to thaw, slowly regain their humanity as Harry 'came-to'

Shaking his head he wrenched himself from Malfoy's grasp, then pinned him with a withering glare; A thin eyebrow rose in curiosity . . . so . . . Harry was frigid. Hunh . . . well this certainly put a damper on things . . .

"Something wrong Potter?" Draco repeated his earlier question.

He began to wonder, as he watched Harry scoot backwards in his seat, glare pinned on his icey-steel gray eyes; if Potter was frigid by nature, or something else . . . maybe he went by command . . .? Or a vocal signal . . . ? One never knew, with most of humanity it was the gentle seducing that he often used associated with soft touchings . . . with others bordering on sadism and others on masochism . . . he wondered if the golden boy took orders, hunh . . . if spoke with the right tone.

If he spoke with his original, sneering voice filled with malice, he would get defiance as he often did, similar to Snapes hatred filled with condescention with partial self-filled loathe and disgust of The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Maybe if he used the plain order . . .

"Potter, come here." Draco spoke, sneer gone, plain voice, simple command.

Hunh . . . well he was halfway right . . . the git had lost the glare, but had not moved . . . maybe with a little condescension . . .

"Potter, get over here and onto my lap this instant." Draco ordered, steel laced condescending tone . . .

So . . . that was it was it? Well . . . this could be a worthwhile year at Hogwarts . . . wouldn't it? He thought as Potter seemed to want to object and stay right where he was, but clearly against his will, his body clambered over the seat and onto Malfoy until he was sitting on his lap.

"Good boy my loveliness, this could be quite my favorite of all years after all now won't it?" Draco murmured against Harry's neck, brushing his lips against the pale flesh.

Draco picked the boy up easily and better situated himself in the corner, windowseat of the compartment, content for now to simply hold Harry Potter in his arms . . .

"Your mine now Potter, whether you want it or not," Draco smiled genuinely, his right arm wrapped around the young man's waist, his left hand gripping the base of Harry's neck, forcing him to lean against his bare chest; "And from now on, I shall call you . . . loveliness."

"Now, got to sleep loveliness." Malfoy ordered in the same tone he had used to get the boy onto his lap.

"...yes Malfoy . . ." came the subdued, mildly hate-filled voice of Harry Potter as he relaxed his body and slumped against Draco, falling asleep within moments. Finally having the first moment of peaceful sleep he hadn't had all summer . . .

-rather a tad bit of fluffiness . . . but if you actually think about how they got to that nuetral moment, it wasn't a toatally fair ting, so it borders just scarcely on the fluff, but I liked this chapter. It had a hint of Dom/Sub stuff, but just that, a scarce hint, other than that I don't think I'll really go in-depth on the whole bit of it, just small pieces r/r-