-oi, got no flames yet, well not any new ones but I don't believe it will stay that way for long, after all, people pre-warned about this shite end up reading it, hating it, flaming it once, coming back to read it again, then flaming again...is it just me or do I sense an...*obsession* going on here???? *laughs*
Neko-sama: 0.0 You've read all of my fanifcs? And actually liked them? Damn, I'm surprised, I mean, sure I get some good ideas and all but to actually like all of them, well pardon for my shock; *continues to gape in amazement*
Canadian Weirdo: *laughs* yes, truly candy tends to make me comatose.... ^.^
Insane Floo Pot: I like your reviews, they make me laugh a lot and I'm glad you and the rest of the reviewers enjoy my fanfic -.- *nods* , and to save everyone from permanant traumitazation, no Draco has not, nor ever will fuck Dumbledore, (I mean c'mon, even *he* has standards . . . *laughs*) And yes Malfoy tends to walk around nude in his own dorms, after all, he has fucked nearly everyone in his house save the new first years . . . well the few left remaining anyway . . .
Oi, anywho, I've figured out what Draco will...'come into inheritance' as, it's a new species I sorta 'spaced' upon while off in 'la la land of my mind' which is quite a fun place, but anywho- the point being is that yes, I think a lot of you will like it...*evil laughter* mmmm yes....MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *ahem* anyway, in three days time, well maybe four depending on when Lucius speaks with his son...ya'know, the routine 'Son, as you grow older, your body goes through some changes...' *starts laughing* and all that garbage.... To say to others who like dominance, more like reading about supreme dominance in any case, they may like it a lot....
To Posses the Light
Chapter 6: One Day Gone, Two Left of Freedom
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."
-
"Are you sure you don't want to be my boyfriend again Draco? Just like old times?" Pansy inquired, fixing the red-satin lace of her bra as she stood from the bed, ignoring the sleeping, first-year boy.
"And like so many times before Parkinson, I do not fancy being celibate for one person alone." Draco answered half-hazardly, slipping on his leather trousers.
"But that's not true, you slept with half the school while going out with me and I never cared." She insisted, tugging her skirt on, zipping the back.
"That's beside the point, I've got plans for quite a few people, one in particular before I come into my inheritance." He remarked casually, rifling through Parkinson's closet, searching for one of his 'borrowed' silk shirts.
"You plan on fucking the Golden-Boy, Scar-Head don't you? What's the big deal with that wanna-be teen-idol? In a matter of days you'll be a Veela just like your father and then all you have to do is look at him and then you'll be shaggin' each-other's brains out in the middle of the great hall, what does this have to do with the two of us getting back together?" Pansy asked, glancing at the handsome adonis before shrugging into her school robe.
"But that is where you are wrong Parkinson, I may not be a Veela, sure it has run through the males in my family but every few generations a different species emerges from our blood, my great uncle Malikye evolved into a Kenzen; you cannot claim that to be a fluke for his great grandfather before him evolved into a Subimic. So it is very much up for debate on what I'll become." Draco snapped, his anger rising a notch; why did Parkinson have to be so damned persistant with him?
"Well turning into a *Subimic is hardly anything worth bragging about! He was a completely and utterly will-less creature that couldn't say no to save his life! The poor git died from it if you would recall! And a Kenzen; sure they are marvelous creatures but bloodthirsty! For fuck's sake! I'd been amazed that his mate had survived half the fights she got into with that monster!" Pansy nearly shrieked, the boy on the bed hardly gave a stir.
"As is well known Parkinson," Draco stressed, "Kenzens cannot survive without violence, it is their existance, they are proud warriors of an ancient species!" He growled, "And as for Subimics," Draco sneered with absolute disgust, "It is not their fault that they do not posses a single dominant bone in their body; the only thing remarkable about them was their ability to mimic the species of their chosen master."
Draco turned, heading for the door, "History lesson upon the species bred into the Malfoy line aside, Parkinson, I have no intention to be with you again as you so hope for, you've got only two possible chances for being with me in which you dream of; and they are both equally slim." he sighed boredly.
"And they are?" Pansy asked, hopeful.
"If I become a Veela, and my mate's scent is yours, the other," He spoke with near disgust, "If I become a Subimic and you dominate me as you so would hope for;" He growled, slamming the door behind him.
Any higher being up there with the slightest fancy for me, *don't* let me turn into a whimpering Subimic, it would be an utter disgrace to the Malfoy line and to all the shit I'd been put through growing up. . .
Malfoy growled to himself, collecting his needed articles, stuffing them into a book-bag then slinging it over his shoulder, headed for his first class, Transfigurations . . . with Griffyndors . . . .
. . .
W-what~? Harry thought with a groan as he rolled over, promptly falling off the edge of the bed; he gave a startled yelp, followed by a whimper of pain . . . he still had the dozens of bruises, but the cuts, scratches, and gashes had been heeled with a few spells, he hadn't found one for bruises yet . . .
//Wasss it good for you?// Sibinokin snipped furiously, //To nearly kill me while sssleeping . . .? Did it make you feel like a proud human for nearly killing Ssssibinokin the ssssixth???//
His eyes widened as the once, medium-sized, eighteen inch snake seemed to grow a few more inches in both length and width, raised up, glaring at him angrily.
//Ssssory Sssibinokin, I didn't mean to try and hurt you; I wasss having a bad dream, sssorry.// Harry hissed apoligetically.
//Sssibinokin forgives you . . . now go along with the other humanssss, sssschool isss important to humansss. . .// Sibinokin gave a bob of its head, reducing back to normal size, slithering back onto the bed.
Harry nodded, standing up dressing down into his Hogwarts clothes at a leasurely pace, he still had time to get breakfast before his first- OH FUCK! Harry gaped in astonishment, he didn't have time for breakfast! He was already late for transfigurations!
Scrambling throughout his things, snatching up books, quils, papers and his cloak he dashed through the empty dorm and raced down the halls; oh bloody hell! Late on his first day and Ron hadn't even-
Harry scowled, ugh! Forget about that-that traitor!
He burst through the doors, ignoring the half-startled glances from some of the students; Harry glanced around the room, spotting Ron and Hermione's equally abashed and sorrowful looks, a spare seat inbetween the two, apparantly saved for himself . . .
Shooting them his darkest glare he sat in the back of the classroom in the empty desk.
"Late and it's only the first day of the term Mr.Potter; I hope this will not happen again." Proffessor McGonagall reprimanded, sending him a warning glance.
"Sorry Proffessor . . . I . . ." Harry trailed off, he didn't think he could explain that Sibinokin the 6th, which happened to be an unknown species of snake had more or less shoved him out of bed, and had probably, somehow destroyed his alarm-clock . . .
"Well" she inquired impatiently.
"Uh- well . . . my-er- alarm-clock . . . uh . . ." Harry stuttered, scratching his head absently, "It well - it broke..." he sighed, as close to the truth as he could get . . .
"And how may I inquire . . . did it brake?" Proffessor McGonagall pressed, several students, if not half the class staring at Harry Potter, waiting for his reply.
"Um- that's the thing- ya'see it well, I don't really-" Harry coughed, "Isn't this off-topic?" he questioned sheepishly.
"Heaven help you if you're late again Mr. Potter, and *without* a solid excuse to help you; now if you all will open your books to-" She spoke, dropping her previous interest for that of teaching her class.
Harry released the breath he'd been holding, he slumped in his seat and flipped open his book, trying to pay attention to the lesson but the vague, and slowly diminishing waves of pain that radiated from his arse were more demanding; more demanding of specific memories . . . and not too pleasant ones at that . . .
~* "This should teach you for saying the 'm' word in *my* house BOY!" Vernon Dursley howled, raising the wide-end of an empty beer-bottle high, then slamming it down upon the side of Harry's head.
The boy crumpled to the floor, near unconsciousness before a beefy hand grabbed the rim of his baggy pants and yanked him backwards, he gave a startled yelp and tried to scramble away, the beer bottle struck him in the neck, crying out in pain he struggled against the steel-grip of his uncle as he felt his trousers ripped off of him, his boxers soon following . . .
"Vernon no!" Petunia Dursley cried, trying to pry the man's hands off of the screaming teenager, the beer-bottle struck her too, she fell to the ground, scrambling into the farthest corner as tears spilled from her eyes.
"Please! I'll never say it again uncle Vernon! Please!" He begged helplessly, the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone, then a zipper-*~
NO! DON'T THINK! JUST- STOP IT!!!
He shook his head, digging his fingernails into the back of his neck, deaf to the student lecture . . . he could still feel the sweaty hands gripping his hips roughly, the clipped nails digging into his flesh, t-the sick, slapping sound of flesh onto flesh...
Harry stood abruptly, his chair clattering noisily behind him, he would not- never again! NO! NOT EVER!
Shaking his head, shoving books, ink wells, and papers away from him, turning on his heel and running out of the classroom amidst a dozen gasps and cries of shock and indignation.
His heart raged wildly, his breathing became ragged, his thoughts scattering to the winds and away from his mind, YES! RUN- RUN FASTER! He managed to think to himself, his legs pumping up and down upon the cool flooring of an empty hallway; he spotted Mrs. Norris standing in the middle of his path, he put on an extra burst of speed and lept over the startled feline . . .
The backs of his legs were burning with rage and his lungs ached with much needed oxygen; he chanced a glance behind him and saw an enraged Argus Filch, and behind him; a fast-running Draco Malfoy . . . Malfoy! MALFOY?!
Jerking his head forward he ran faster, ignoring the burning lungs and muscles, jumping down a flight of stairs, trying to put as much distance between himself and Malfoy who was in hot pursuit of him for Voldemort-knew-why.
He jumped onto a moving flight of stairs, he landed swiftly and dashed down the stares; he didn't know where he was running to, and was no longer sure of what he was running from, the vague memory of Vernon Dursley soon came back to mind, he shook his head vigorously, a wave of dizziness enveloped him, he slowed to a stop a strange, black, inky void appearing a few feet in front of his severely dimmed vision . . .
Gasps tore from his lungs, he lifted a shaky hand towards the welcoming black hole which would offer him sanctuary from such haunted memories . . .
"-Potter! What the-" Harry dimly heard the sound of his arch-rival's voice, he took a few steps towards the darkness . . .
He felt himself falling, everything went black.
. . .
"Godamnit Potter-! What the hell is your problem?" Draco hissed between clenched teeth as he watched his new target fall to the ground, unconscious.
"Stupid git- Now I'll have to carry your lily-white arse to the infirmary." He scowled, scooping the boy up into his arms, striding towards Madame Pompfrey's office . . .
What a great way to spend the first day back . . .
- *Subimic: Submissive Mimic
an utterly subdued creature capable of mimicing the species of it's master.
*My own shhhhpecies shank you very muchsh...so that means I can sue your arse if you use it without permission of yours truly! Same goes for Kenzen, Surrai-in, Seela, and another unknown species at this given time...*heh-heh-heh* . . . ^.^ r/r-
Neko-sama: 0.0 You've read all of my fanifcs? And actually liked them? Damn, I'm surprised, I mean, sure I get some good ideas and all but to actually like all of them, well pardon for my shock; *continues to gape in amazement*
Canadian Weirdo: *laughs* yes, truly candy tends to make me comatose.... ^.^
Insane Floo Pot: I like your reviews, they make me laugh a lot and I'm glad you and the rest of the reviewers enjoy my fanfic -.- *nods* , and to save everyone from permanant traumitazation, no Draco has not, nor ever will fuck Dumbledore, (I mean c'mon, even *he* has standards . . . *laughs*) And yes Malfoy tends to walk around nude in his own dorms, after all, he has fucked nearly everyone in his house save the new first years . . . well the few left remaining anyway . . .
Oi, anywho, I've figured out what Draco will...'come into inheritance' as, it's a new species I sorta 'spaced' upon while off in 'la la land of my mind' which is quite a fun place, but anywho- the point being is that yes, I think a lot of you will like it...*evil laughter* mmmm yes....MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *ahem* anyway, in three days time, well maybe four depending on when Lucius speaks with his son...ya'know, the routine 'Son, as you grow older, your body goes through some changes...' *starts laughing* and all that garbage.... To say to others who like dominance, more like reading about supreme dominance in any case, they may like it a lot....
To Posses the Light
Chapter 6: One Day Gone, Two Left of Freedom
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."
-
"Are you sure you don't want to be my boyfriend again Draco? Just like old times?" Pansy inquired, fixing the red-satin lace of her bra as she stood from the bed, ignoring the sleeping, first-year boy.
"And like so many times before Parkinson, I do not fancy being celibate for one person alone." Draco answered half-hazardly, slipping on his leather trousers.
"But that's not true, you slept with half the school while going out with me and I never cared." She insisted, tugging her skirt on, zipping the back.
"That's beside the point, I've got plans for quite a few people, one in particular before I come into my inheritance." He remarked casually, rifling through Parkinson's closet, searching for one of his 'borrowed' silk shirts.
"You plan on fucking the Golden-Boy, Scar-Head don't you? What's the big deal with that wanna-be teen-idol? In a matter of days you'll be a Veela just like your father and then all you have to do is look at him and then you'll be shaggin' each-other's brains out in the middle of the great hall, what does this have to do with the two of us getting back together?" Pansy asked, glancing at the handsome adonis before shrugging into her school robe.
"But that is where you are wrong Parkinson, I may not be a Veela, sure it has run through the males in my family but every few generations a different species emerges from our blood, my great uncle Malikye evolved into a Kenzen; you cannot claim that to be a fluke for his great grandfather before him evolved into a Subimic. So it is very much up for debate on what I'll become." Draco snapped, his anger rising a notch; why did Parkinson have to be so damned persistant with him?
"Well turning into a *Subimic is hardly anything worth bragging about! He was a completely and utterly will-less creature that couldn't say no to save his life! The poor git died from it if you would recall! And a Kenzen; sure they are marvelous creatures but bloodthirsty! For fuck's sake! I'd been amazed that his mate had survived half the fights she got into with that monster!" Pansy nearly shrieked, the boy on the bed hardly gave a stir.
"As is well known Parkinson," Draco stressed, "Kenzens cannot survive without violence, it is their existance, they are proud warriors of an ancient species!" He growled, "And as for Subimics," Draco sneered with absolute disgust, "It is not their fault that they do not posses a single dominant bone in their body; the only thing remarkable about them was their ability to mimic the species of their chosen master."
Draco turned, heading for the door, "History lesson upon the species bred into the Malfoy line aside, Parkinson, I have no intention to be with you again as you so hope for, you've got only two possible chances for being with me in which you dream of; and they are both equally slim." he sighed boredly.
"And they are?" Pansy asked, hopeful.
"If I become a Veela, and my mate's scent is yours, the other," He spoke with near disgust, "If I become a Subimic and you dominate me as you so would hope for;" He growled, slamming the door behind him.
Any higher being up there with the slightest fancy for me, *don't* let me turn into a whimpering Subimic, it would be an utter disgrace to the Malfoy line and to all the shit I'd been put through growing up. . .
Malfoy growled to himself, collecting his needed articles, stuffing them into a book-bag then slinging it over his shoulder, headed for his first class, Transfigurations . . . with Griffyndors . . . .
. . .
W-what~? Harry thought with a groan as he rolled over, promptly falling off the edge of the bed; he gave a startled yelp, followed by a whimper of pain . . . he still had the dozens of bruises, but the cuts, scratches, and gashes had been heeled with a few spells, he hadn't found one for bruises yet . . .
//Wasss it good for you?// Sibinokin snipped furiously, //To nearly kill me while sssleeping . . .? Did it make you feel like a proud human for nearly killing Ssssibinokin the ssssixth???//
His eyes widened as the once, medium-sized, eighteen inch snake seemed to grow a few more inches in both length and width, raised up, glaring at him angrily.
//Ssssory Sssibinokin, I didn't mean to try and hurt you; I wasss having a bad dream, sssorry.// Harry hissed apoligetically.
//Sssibinokin forgives you . . . now go along with the other humanssss, sssschool isss important to humansss. . .// Sibinokin gave a bob of its head, reducing back to normal size, slithering back onto the bed.
Harry nodded, standing up dressing down into his Hogwarts clothes at a leasurely pace, he still had time to get breakfast before his first- OH FUCK! Harry gaped in astonishment, he didn't have time for breakfast! He was already late for transfigurations!
Scrambling throughout his things, snatching up books, quils, papers and his cloak he dashed through the empty dorm and raced down the halls; oh bloody hell! Late on his first day and Ron hadn't even-
Harry scowled, ugh! Forget about that-that traitor!
He burst through the doors, ignoring the half-startled glances from some of the students; Harry glanced around the room, spotting Ron and Hermione's equally abashed and sorrowful looks, a spare seat inbetween the two, apparantly saved for himself . . .
Shooting them his darkest glare he sat in the back of the classroom in the empty desk.
"Late and it's only the first day of the term Mr.Potter; I hope this will not happen again." Proffessor McGonagall reprimanded, sending him a warning glance.
"Sorry Proffessor . . . I . . ." Harry trailed off, he didn't think he could explain that Sibinokin the 6th, which happened to be an unknown species of snake had more or less shoved him out of bed, and had probably, somehow destroyed his alarm-clock . . .
"Well" she inquired impatiently.
"Uh- well . . . my-er- alarm-clock . . . uh . . ." Harry stuttered, scratching his head absently, "It well - it broke..." he sighed, as close to the truth as he could get . . .
"And how may I inquire . . . did it brake?" Proffessor McGonagall pressed, several students, if not half the class staring at Harry Potter, waiting for his reply.
"Um- that's the thing- ya'see it well, I don't really-" Harry coughed, "Isn't this off-topic?" he questioned sheepishly.
"Heaven help you if you're late again Mr. Potter, and *without* a solid excuse to help you; now if you all will open your books to-" She spoke, dropping her previous interest for that of teaching her class.
Harry released the breath he'd been holding, he slumped in his seat and flipped open his book, trying to pay attention to the lesson but the vague, and slowly diminishing waves of pain that radiated from his arse were more demanding; more demanding of specific memories . . . and not too pleasant ones at that . . .
~* "This should teach you for saying the 'm' word in *my* house BOY!" Vernon Dursley howled, raising the wide-end of an empty beer-bottle high, then slamming it down upon the side of Harry's head.
The boy crumpled to the floor, near unconsciousness before a beefy hand grabbed the rim of his baggy pants and yanked him backwards, he gave a startled yelp and tried to scramble away, the beer bottle struck him in the neck, crying out in pain he struggled against the steel-grip of his uncle as he felt his trousers ripped off of him, his boxers soon following . . .
"Vernon no!" Petunia Dursley cried, trying to pry the man's hands off of the screaming teenager, the beer-bottle struck her too, she fell to the ground, scrambling into the farthest corner as tears spilled from her eyes.
"Please! I'll never say it again uncle Vernon! Please!" He begged helplessly, the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone, then a zipper-*~
NO! DON'T THINK! JUST- STOP IT!!!
He shook his head, digging his fingernails into the back of his neck, deaf to the student lecture . . . he could still feel the sweaty hands gripping his hips roughly, the clipped nails digging into his flesh, t-the sick, slapping sound of flesh onto flesh...
Harry stood abruptly, his chair clattering noisily behind him, he would not- never again! NO! NOT EVER!
Shaking his head, shoving books, ink wells, and papers away from him, turning on his heel and running out of the classroom amidst a dozen gasps and cries of shock and indignation.
His heart raged wildly, his breathing became ragged, his thoughts scattering to the winds and away from his mind, YES! RUN- RUN FASTER! He managed to think to himself, his legs pumping up and down upon the cool flooring of an empty hallway; he spotted Mrs. Norris standing in the middle of his path, he put on an extra burst of speed and lept over the startled feline . . .
The backs of his legs were burning with rage and his lungs ached with much needed oxygen; he chanced a glance behind him and saw an enraged Argus Filch, and behind him; a fast-running Draco Malfoy . . . Malfoy! MALFOY?!
Jerking his head forward he ran faster, ignoring the burning lungs and muscles, jumping down a flight of stairs, trying to put as much distance between himself and Malfoy who was in hot pursuit of him for Voldemort-knew-why.
He jumped onto a moving flight of stairs, he landed swiftly and dashed down the stares; he didn't know where he was running to, and was no longer sure of what he was running from, the vague memory of Vernon Dursley soon came back to mind, he shook his head vigorously, a wave of dizziness enveloped him, he slowed to a stop a strange, black, inky void appearing a few feet in front of his severely dimmed vision . . .
Gasps tore from his lungs, he lifted a shaky hand towards the welcoming black hole which would offer him sanctuary from such haunted memories . . .
"-Potter! What the-" Harry dimly heard the sound of his arch-rival's voice, he took a few steps towards the darkness . . .
He felt himself falling, everything went black.
. . .
"Godamnit Potter-! What the hell is your problem?" Draco hissed between clenched teeth as he watched his new target fall to the ground, unconscious.
"Stupid git- Now I'll have to carry your lily-white arse to the infirmary." He scowled, scooping the boy up into his arms, striding towards Madame Pompfrey's office . . .
What a great way to spend the first day back . . .
- *Subimic: Submissive Mimic
an utterly subdued creature capable of mimicing the species of it's master.
*My own shhhhpecies shank you very muchsh...so that means I can sue your arse if you use it without permission of yours truly! Same goes for Kenzen, Surrai-in, Seela, and another unknown species at this given time...*heh-heh-heh* . . . ^.^ r/r-
