-You know, I was about to actually write something up *asking* for someone to flame me, but then I checked my e-mail and there was the review from 'Angel'-boy . . . --aside from that I actually like it when a few people flame me, makes me more motivated to write, don't know why but it's true, samething goes for the whole jealousy bit...but anywho...

*cheers* Yay, Angel or whatever his real id name is, reviewed! *so happy stuffed with proverbial garbage that it makes me sick.* ^.^

OoOoOoOoO mk, the nicname was supposed to be the-oh...well I did notice that but didn't think much of it. Oh well, that's the life of a spacer for you. So your not a female, so it's safe to assume you're not a cross-dresser, or had a sex-change? Well you came off rather feminine, but then again, my mind isn't as clean as it used to be . . .
well if your not christian . . . what are you? Budha? Jew? What? I'm quite curious at this point.

0.0 -.- 0.0 Blink.
You thought the format of my signature name was "amusing" ? I'm glad you think so, personaly, I think it's horribly ugly . . . *shrugs* The pretentious word . . . I'll never understand it nor your use of it, so I guess I'm screwed in that department right? Oh well got no use for a funny-lookin' word like that anyway.

I'm also quite shocked that you believed I had some sort of "caliber" or higher ranking status as to what I write, I've never once bragged about how much of a shite writer I was, or the other way around . . . hunh . . . must be the way I come off . . . hmmm....yes....yes....*starts laughing* ....*ahem* yeah....yup...well anywho...what else didja write.....hmm....

Um...what's an inverted comma?

Seriously, I don't know what it is....truthfully, I know nothing of grammar or those funny rhymes about the 'a' after 'e' thing . . . it's quite sad really . . . *laughs* . . . though I find it funny, especially with all the stuff I write on the net, unposted stories, fanfics, stories, and unpublished books and all that stuff on my computer . . . but that doesn't compare to all the stuff I've written down in spirals and the like . . . so now that I think about . . . my grammar in all of that stuff must be horrible . . . *starts laughing again*

. . . sorry, didn't catch the sarcasm...though I may have gotten a bit of it . . . I often miss the obvious, next time you'll have to think real slow for me and then send it telepathically . . . -.- *nods*

OoOoOoOoOoOo!! Oi, any chance in posting some fanfiction of yours Angel-boy? You seem to have a high opinion of reading material you should write your own that would meet your standards. I'd be interested to read, well...maybe not, depends on what's in it.....anywho...

Hunh . . . well I like randomnosity and all that lovely abstract junk . . . well that's a half lie, I hate abstract art, it's so bloody ugly! Urgh! How can people call garbage like that art? Of all things! little off topic here...ahem....

Oi! 'asaroth69' ! Looks like you gotcha wish, he did write back, and I learned that he isn't a she, some surprise eh? Well as to what Draco Malfoy will 'inherit' I've yet to decide, sure veela is fun and all, but I got about four other possible species he could 'come into' Surrai-in, Kenzen, VempS, and the Seela breed, (those four species are my own creations and I often use them in the works I write) each one is unique and has a rather dark trait to each one, so it's still up for debate...

*laughs* Canadian Weirdo! So what if you think your 'sick' or you are 'sick' everyone REALLY likes something! Mine just happens to be similar to yours and all that.

Bella Naris, I'm not a fantastic writer, if anything I'm a mediocre one, *holds hand up* nope, totally serious, not fishin' for compliments or the lot, I'm just being straight about it, fantastic writers are the people who wrote these books we post stories about . . . though we all wish they would get nasty though... ^.^ as for the darkness, this isn't that dark, if at all, sure it's got some stuff considered dark and possibly angsty, but it's still light in the writing style. And I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter, I've no idea at this very moment what I'll write *dead serious* so whatever is written is straight from the top of my head...er- tip of my fingers more like...

(just found out that this thing can *finally* indent using the 'tab' key! *cheers* though if it doesn't upload that way, then I'm screwed again...urgh...)

//parseltongue//

but first- I must drink my juice...Mmmmm....never underestimate the tastiness of apple juice...-

To Posses the Light

Chapter 5: Right as Rain. What a Joke

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 . . .

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"Harry..."

. . .

"Harry, come on . . . would you stop pacing like that?" Ron whined, sitting down in one of the high-backed chairs in the common room.

"Ron's right Harry, it could have been worse." Hermione chimed, she stood just behind Ron's chair, her hands digging into the upholstry.

Harry stopped, remembering the things Malfoy had said, he turned his eyes upon the two; Ron was blushing wildly, eyes pinned to the fire while Hermione seemed to be quite entranced by the floor.

"Is it true Ron . . . the . . . things, Malfoy said, are they true?" Harry inquired, taking the seat opposite of Ron.

If it was possible, Ron blushed even harder and began stuttering, "W-Well, uh, uh . . . w-well it's like t-this er, uh-umm-"

"RON!" Harry cut in, he had no patience today, first his uncle, then Malfoy, the scene in the great hall, and now THIS!

"A simple 'yes' or 'no'; Which. Is it?" He spoke.

"Well-" Ron's words died at Harry's glare, "...yes..." he replied in a small voice, face red with shame and embarassment.

Harry sighed, rubbing his face with his hands; ugh...gods...just what he needed...

"And you Hermione?" Harry inquired softly, he wasn't stupid anymore, he knew what to look for and Hermione had given off the signs.

"I~ What Harry?" Hermione pretended confusion, looking strangely calm as she took to glancing at her nails.

"Did you have sex with Malfoy too?"

"What makes you think *I* would ever do-"

"Hermione! I'm not stupid! Did you fuck him too or not?" He prompted.

"I~ . . . yes . . ." Hermione sighed, looking away.

Ron gaped for a few moments, he closed his mouth when somewhat hysteric laughter drifted to them from where Harry sat . . .

"Harry~ You alright mate?" Ron asked softly.

"Sure Ron- Right as rain! Right as rain...! After all, why wouldn't I be when my two best friends fucked *our* enemy, the one who calls you 'weasel' and you 'mudblood'- whom you both hate nearly as much as I do!" Harry laughed, his eyes hard with anger.

"Wait a minute Harry- That's not fair-" Hermione interjected but Harry soon cut her off-

"I see now how it could've been worse 'Mione-" Harry paused as he stood up, glaring down at them both, "BECAUSE MALFOY COULD'VE BEEN FUCKING ME RIGHT THERE ON THE TABLE!!" He screamed at them, uncaring if anyone heard him.

Turning on his heel he walked straight out of the Griffyndor common room; deaf to his friends pleas and shouts. Turning down a random hall, eyes glued to the floor as he strode silently throughout the corridors, his anger radiating off him in waves . . .

Ugh- MALFOY! Of all people! That male-slut! The one person who'd probably fucked the entire student body- proffessors included! Ugh! Just- Ugh!

Harry made a face of revulsion at the mere thought of Snape and Malfoy, along with several other proffessors as well, he shook himself of such thoughts and turned 'round, heading for the kitchens; he hadn't ate a bloody thing at dinner, too busy stabbing his food while devising as many ways as possible with which to kill Malfoy- slowly.

But still- he had to get that pompous bastard back for humiliating him! Making everyone think the two of them would've shagged on the damned table in front of everyone if they'd felt obliged to! Ugh! He would *kill* that bastard!

Harry growled in blind frustration, his green eyes practically glowing with pent-up fury; he'd fucked both Ron and Hermione! Had he shagged with everyone in Griffyndor too? All except himself?

Oh great . . . so he was the next target on Wonder-Fuck's shag-list was he? Oh why did it have to be him?! Wasn't it bad enough he got tortured with having to *live* at the Dursleys? Defeating old Voldie' repeatedly? Facing off with Dementors on occasion?

Godamnit! Wasn't it enough? WAS IT EVER BLOODY ENOU-!!!!!

Harry fell painfully to the floor, he'd just tripped over something . . . but what would be lying in the middle of the stupid hallway?

PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE FILCH'S CAT! PLEASE!!! Harry thought in panic, pain streaking through his body, he could feel some old bruises grow a shade darker, and the vague trickle of blood on his side . . . damnit.

Oh shit- it couldn't be, there's never been any at Hogwart's before, so what the hell was it doing here at Hogwarts? And why was it sleeping in the middle of the godamned floor?!

Harry pulled himself up into a sitting position, careful not to open any of his wounds, he'd just bandaged the damned things . . .

He debated whether or not he should poke it in the eye with his wand a few times to wake it up; but then again, he wouldn't have wanted to be poked in the eye while *he* was sleeping either . . . but soon the creature opened large yellow eyes and fixed them on his emerald ones.

The snake stared at him for a moment, sizing him up, thinking whether or not the human would give him any trouble . . . hunh.

//You going to ssssstare at me all night human...?// the snake leered, it's forked tongue darting out at him.

//You don't have to be ssso rude, I wasss off to the kitchensss anyway.// Harry replied evenly, the strange, unhuman sounds of parseltongue falling from his lips easily.

The snape perked up at this, studying Harry with a new intensity, razing itself up higher until his nose was level with Harry's, //Ssssssnake sssspeaker are you...? Yessss . . . are there more of you human ssssnake sssspeakersss here...?//

//No . . . sssorry, just me.// Harry replied with a soft hiss.

The snake managed to look indignant at this, //What a pity . . .// it hissed, slithering up onto Harry's arm to drape itself around his neck and shoulders, //You may carry me to the kitchenssss . . .// it stated.

//I am hungry.// the snake added.

Why the arrogant prat! Harry thought with a scowl, not bothering to say anything as he stood up slowly; he winced as he felt a slight rip in the middle of his back, he started walking towards the kitchen.

//You isss bleeding . . . you ssssilly humansss never could take proper care of yoursssselvessss...// it commented airily.

//I haven't had the time . . .// Harry groused irritably, the sibilant hisses meshing and bleeding into one another in a tone of slight anger.

//You humansss and your time...! Nonsssensssss! Time issss time!//

//Whatsss your name anyway...? Or sshould I call you bitchy...?// He asked, changing topics, no way was he going to tote around a snake who had a thing against humans, he had enough to deal with as it is!

//Watch your mouth boy . . . // it snipped warningly, // My name issss Ssssibinokin the sssssixthh...//

"Sib-I-no-kin? Sibinokin . . . hunh . . ." Harry commented, tasting the name in human speech.

//Well mine isss Harry Potter . . .//

//Harry Potter . . . you killed Vvoldemort yesss...?// Sibinokin inquired curiously, glancing at Harry for a moment before returning his eyes to the large painting of a bowl of fruit.

//Yessss...// Harry answered, tickling the pear; the portrait swung open and Harry stepped in, the medium-sized snake named Sibinokin along with him.

"Harry Potter sirs! So good to see you again!" Dobby bowed respectfully, "What can I get you great Harry Potter who has freed humble Dobby and long black-green snake that is Harry Potter's friend?"

"We'd like-" Harry paused, taking food orders from Sibinokin, he nearly gagged at what the snake wanted, "I just want some food left over from dinner and Sibinokin wants-"

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"Get out!" Draco snapped, shoving the crying first year Slytherin he'd just fucked.

Godamn they had to be the worst lays! Walking over to his bed he sat down then dug his hand inbetween the matresses and pulled out a thick, 8'11 inch, leather-bound black book. He grabbed his quill then flipped the book opened it to a section labeled 'M's

Scanning the section for a blank spot he quickly scrawled down the name of the first year he'd just shagged and her rating . . .

'Sarahline` McKarson : 2.5
Gods what a frigid bitch, she's like a bloody corpse and she squeels like a pig!'

He slammed the book shut then stuffed it back where it belonged, he rubbed his face with his hands and sighed; he hadn't had a good fuck in quite some time, maybe he should fuck one of the Weasleys . . . they were pretty shags really, so was the mudblood Granger; how he'd loved it when her eyes had sparkled with unshed tears, shame, guilt, loathe, and lust glittering in her eyes.

That had truly been one of his better moments, fucking Granger and making her hate it and crave it all at the same time... similar to the Weasel, but the pansy had up-and cried anyway, bursting into tears and ranting about how he'd one day curse him to hell and beyond.

Malfoy smirked, but it diminished somewhat, three days . . . three days and he would be different, in more ways than one.

But . . . on the subject of pansys...there was always Parkinson, sure she went overboard with the high-pitched moan, but she wasn't that bad in the sack; yeah, she would due for now.

Standing up he walked out of his room, ignoring the lusty stares and embarassed gazes as they stared at Malfoy perfection, a seemingly brought-to-life, hand-carved marble statue of a God, though much more heavily endowed . . .

He scarcely knocked on the 6th year, girls dorm room door before he opened it and walked gracefully over to Parkinson's bed where she was already entertaining some new first year male, oh the surprise...

He pulled the curtain aside, he could do with a little one-on-two . . . "Mind if I join Parkinson?" Draco inquired casually, seemingly unaware of his nude state.

"Sure Draco, more the merrier I've always said." Pansy smiled.

"And for once, I quite agree."

-Well...I'm rather...bored at the moment, I'm in one of my 'serene' moods I guess...*yawn* not sleepy, but just...not reactive...I had candy..and sugar actually calms me down...hunh...r/r as always, need the imput, and a flame for motivation, after all, it's always nice to have such perks on the net, otherwise it's just plain'ol' boring.