- I think I may be oozing with proverbial joy leaking from my eyeball-filled sockets. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside, the type of fuzzy that makes you want to cut yourself and many other people up. I like it ^.^

Rebeca Cecile: oOoOoOoOo...it is tempting, but I got other things on how that's going to turn out....

asaroth69: nah...I won't bend into masochism, though I could see how that would work real well for Harry considering the abuse and how long it had been going on, but not in this fic. As for Draco helping Harry, we'll have to see about that . . . after all, one needs a consciance to be able to help. ^.^

mistress of evil: *bows to the loveliness of pen name* I'm not sure if Draco has a fetish for blood, we'll have to see what comes out of my hands and onto the keyboard now won't we?

oi, anyway, I like my fanfic, and I don't like it, partly because it's somewhat realistic, and partly because it's a far more advanced realistic. (doesn't make sense to you people but it does to *my people* ) anywho, I really liked 'AnGeL tOuChEd's review, something along the lines of me being a dirty child and if I *have* to write *checks e-mail review again* - "slash fiction" then I should make it less pretentious and more realistic.

^.^ *must not . . . start . . . laughing...* *ahem* anywho, if you check in the reviews and read it, along with her name, then you'd probably laugh a lot like I did, after all, I did not choose the pen name 'DeMoNtAiNtEd' for nothing. Now, i had to look up pretentious because truthfully, hadn't had a damned clue in all seven realms of what it meant...soooo....straight from my dictionary...

1-making or possessing unu. unjustified claims(as to excellence)
2-making demands on one's ability or means: ambitious

maybe it's just me but I don't see how that makes sense....but oh well ... it sounded all rude and unflattering all the same. ^.^

Anywho, on the realistic part of her review bashin' I think she's christian...*holds hand up* Have nothing against the religion or most christians but I've met quite a few that are really close-minded to the darker sides of humanity. Something about God saving the sinners and all that crap...

*ahem* now. Anywho, *I'm thinkin' it's a girl because not many males choose angel for their names....anywho* in my previous author notes, I said I write most of these events (ie the abuse violence and whatnot) I've written from experiance...MEANING THAT SUCH THINGS HAVE BLOODY WELL HAPPENED TO ME. *ahem* now, on another note, I am no victim of rape, but I know quite a few of my friends have been.

Now about the sicky little schoolboy world...ahuh...well I guess she has a justified claim for that...I mean I do have a rather sick mind. But alas...I am only partly responsible for that ^.^ But as for the commanding thing that went on between D and H, I've seen that shite before, it works, it happens, and fuck, it's kinda creepy sometimes...but I've done something like that before and I can tell you I liked it, I like having that kind of power over someone. It's...it's just straight out addicting. Anywho...thanx you for the review bashing 'Angel Touched' but remember sweet little pure one, if things from my disturbing little mind upset your fragile soul . . . then don't fuckin read my works. I like abuse, I like blood, and I like to dominate others because of the sense of power I get when I do it. So go back to where you came from and leave me the fuck alone.

Have a nice day ^.^

^If you like to read disturbingly cynical review replies and the strangeness of thins I write, *and for a good laugh* I suggest you read above ^.^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

To Posses the Light

Chapter 4: A Hatred Beyond a Griffyndor

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 . . .

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Not long after Harry had fallen into the forth level of his sleep cycle, Draco laid him down on the seat so he could stand up and pace . . .

How many . . .

How many had he still not fucked in this school . . . ?

Well clearly a few hundred (the new first years . . .)

Draco sighed . . . the first years were always the more emotional ones, looking at one beautiful face and they start spoutin' shite about their undying love . . . when you fuck 'em then ditch, they start spoutin hate and crying their bloody eyes out.

Humans were a truly a manic species.

Excessively happy then flying into several drastic mood swings and finally trying to rip each other to shreds.

But the females were the worst . . . they didn't shout out their anger, not all of them anyway . . . no . . . it was the quiet ones . . . the ones that took revenge, implanting some sort of bomb into your mind so they could kill you from the inside, leaving your physical self fine and fuckin' dandy.

It was much easier with the males, because after a quick brawl, it was out of their system, punch some bloke, they punch you back- your dead even. But females, they wouldn't believe it to be a justified enough punishment, they would get after your emotional stability... they-

Aw fuck this! I'm not a quack trying to analyze the female sex! I'm just trying to figure out which ones will be easier to fuck first!

Draco growled aloud, kicking the wall with his left boot to vent some anger, he caught a glimpse of Potter as he flinched in his sleep . . . hunh.

He shook his head, he would fuck Potter, but not first, he would take his time with the boy . . . sure, he could wake him up and shag him right now with a simple command, but still, then the chase would diminish, his fun would end.

After all, he'd been chasing the prat for what . . . a good 5 , 6 years now? either way, the thrill of it was the funnest part, the chase to get their, and if anyone would give him the best chase and victory fuck, it would be Potter, 'sides, he'd always been a good challenge to him.

He wanted-no, *planned* to seduce the great golden boy into his bed, make him *want* to fuck him, and even *fall* for him, because that, was the greatest part of it all, seeing that broken, ashamed, and utterably pitable look in the person's face after they realized it had all been a hoax, a game if you will. Not mention it completely broke a person, it utterly decimates a piece of their mind that allows them to fully trust someone, to always hold a doubt over a friend or lover, and to eventually wind up alone. That was the best victory of all.

Malfoy grinned, but it fell from his face to take on one of a study.

But . . .

The boy wonder wouldn't last long, for it was only a matter of days before he would come into his inheritance, and as such . . . it would be too easy to get with Potter, he sighed almost in regret.

But Malfoys weren't capable of such things.

His trademark smirk flitted across his lips as the Hogwarts train pulled up to a stop in front of Hogwarts.

Well . . . -he could just leave the boy here for his *friends* to fetch him . . . or . . . he could carry Potter into Hogwarts, still utterly asleep until he sat him in his own seat then walk off to his own table.

Draco chuckled, slipping into his school cloak and magicking another on the sleeping teenager.

That would make a scene . . .

A Slytherin and a Griffyndor . . . Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy . . .

He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand to quite his amusement.

And Malfoys were famous for making scenes . . . always disturbing ones . . . filled with rumors . . . insinuations stuffed with silent innuendos . . .

A devilish smirk graced his features as he nodded in affirmation . . . yes . . . that would do.

Leaning over Harry, Draco picked him up easily, still surprised as ever out how light the tall, fairly-muscled, but still gangly Griffyndor managed such a state . . .

Draco carried him through the empty train and onto the scarce platform where only a few students still lagged behind before climbing into their carriages, Weasly and Granger one of the few.

As he had expected, both teens paled instantly upon their friend's predicament, heedless of their plea-filled shouts, he stepped into the carriage, it closed on it's own and quickly moved off, heading for Hogwarts.

He tucked his wand back into his breast pocket, still holding the sleeping Harry Potter in his grasp; just moments ago he'd cast a timed sleeping spell, the perfect humiliation for Potter.

Harry would awake the instant Draco sat down at the head of his house table . . . to wake up to thousands of shouts, cries of disbelief, rumors anew . . . and to the start of a new school year . . . his damnded best one yet.

. . .

Stepping from the carriage he hid behind a large column, waiting for the last students to trickle through the large double-doors; stilling his breath he listened as the first years all got sorted, and the Headmaster making his announcements for the start of the school year.

He knew his seat was already reserved, credits to Crabbe and Goyle, and he also knew so was Potter's the whole Griffyndor thing he supposed.

He smirked and took a breath just before-

"MY GOD! HARRY?!?!" Ginny screeched as every head turned to see The-Boy-Who-Lived held quite . . . intimately ...against the Sex God himself as Draco Malfoy strode gracefully down the center aisle, his robe billowing out beind him . . .

"-AND DRACO?!?!" echoed a similar screech from somewhere along the house table.

Ignoring all shouts and screams, not too mention the suddenly shocked and stunned proffessors as he gently propped Harry Potter into his seat at the head of Griffyndor table, positioning his head down so that he appeared to be staring at his hands which were convieniantly placed in his lap.

Draco then kissed Harry full on the lips, he'd had a lot of acting lessons . . . from proffessionals, for when he was a child, he'd had quite a knack for it, and had been quite interested . . . but beside the point . . .

Even though he'd only had a one-end, close-mouthed kiss with Potter, to everyone else, they'd appeared to practically snogged each other breathless . . .

Without a word, Draco broke from Harry, checking to make sure his head was still down, he then turned abruptly, almost gliding across the room to sit in his own chair; grasping his goblet and raising it to Harry, just as burning emerald eyes connected with mocking silver . . .

A small tendril of energy traveled straight to his groin as Harry's burning green eyes took in his surroundings, the slightly pink ears hearing bits and pieces of the events that had just taken place; they returned to his own silver, absolutely consumed with hatred and something a step deeper than loathe in those beautiful emerald eyes; as if using the cruciatus and avada on him was ever so tempting.

Harry was mad at Draco . . .

And Draco liked it . . . he liked it a lot.

Raising his goblet a touch higher, not surprised to see Harry raise his own, a sickening grin on his face as he did so; they both drank, . . .

Let the games begin . . .

-Jumps up and down in pure ecstatic-blissfully stuffed, twisted and dellusionaly unjustified happiness...you know why??? BECAUSE THIS MUTATED FAR OUT OF PRAPORTION AND SHOCKED THE FUCK OUT OF ME!!! AND I BLOODY WELL LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! r/r peeps, even *I* want to know what happens next and I'm the one fuckin' typin it!-