-And yes I will be randomly throwing in breaks despite the natural flow of springbreaks, christmas breaks and all that garbage...why? Because I'm stupid....now that that is all settled...some more garbage... review responses at bottom today...

~*- NOTE TO EVERYONE : I don't exactly remember or know which classes Harry takes every day but I'm going to make up a list of his daily schedule -sidenote, the day is composed of six class periods opposed to the more common seven periods in a day...also, on Mondays and Thursdays they have an extra period ....FROM THIS POINT ON- classes are as follows...

*Breakfast*

-Transfigurations McGonagall - w/ Slytherins

-Charms Flitwick - w/ Ravenclaw

-Herbology Sprout - w/ Hufflepuff

-Double Potions Snape - w/ Slytherins

*Lunch*

-Double Potions Snape - w/ Slytherins (continued, breaks off for lunch then continues...unless Snape says otherwise)

-Psychic Arts Trelawney - w/ Slytherins

-C.M.C Hagrid - w/ Slytherins

*Two hour break then dinner*

Extra class on Mon. and Thurs.-

-DADA Lupin -w/Ravenclaw class may change to Slytherin...depends really...(I mean Malfoy is already having 4 classes w/ Harry a day...)

-To clear up any possible confusion, Harry had slept straight through the first two classes so he was late for the third one...potions-

-Since I can hardly remember what day it is in the 'real world', it's nearly impossible for me to remember what day it is in this fic, so if anyone wouldn't mind just stating what day it is for each chapter, it would be a huge help... ^.^; -

To Posses the Light

Chapter 11: Beginning to Lose the Cool

How odd...

Gazing around the Slytherin section, turning his eyes back up to the proffessor whom would occasionally glance back towards the left section, which Harry would then return his eyes to the Slytherins...looking at each student before they locked on the shirtless Slytherin, Draco Malfoy...

Said Sex God grinned at Harry rather...blatantly before flicking an apathetic gaze towards the potions proffessor.

Had Malfoy...*saved* Harry from Snape's wrath?

He shook his head and pulled out his parchment...it just didn't seem possible.

-

The entire potions period had been nothing but textbook work, which in itself had been a small blessing to Harry, since he'd mastered the talent of doing two things at once, successfully taking notes and at the same time wiping his train of thought blank so he thought of nothing, kind of like a machine doing its specified job but not really...existing...

But one thing he had noticed was the eery silence of the classroom, sure the scratchings of quills could be heard as notes were being jotted down and Snape's cold voice...but there was none of the customary whispers or pasings of notes among the students...which was...odd.

Harry heard himself sigh as he snapped out of his 'machine mode' and packed his things away, pushing his glasses up on his nose a bit...he should research some sort of eyesight repairingspell...or something...he was sick of them always breaking.

Walking out of the classroom he was rather surprised to see Snape himself exiting the room as Malfoy kept Hermione behind . . . what was he doing?

Was he openly shagging anyone now?

A hand grabbed his shoulder tightly, a thin, somewhat bony hand at that...not the fat...disgustingly sweaty hand his-

Harry shook his head, stopping and turning towards the person that had grabbed his shoulder, Severus Snape . . . great.

"..Yes proffessor?" Was it just him, or did that sound strained?

Apparently he wasn't the only one to notice his tone, for Snape's eyes narrowed; for his own safety, Harry pinned his eyes somewhere else, landing on the proffessor's oily hair...you know...if he didn't put so much gunk in his hair...he might actually look...good.

Harry's cheeks tinged a slight pink...

So, after the customary, five-second glare of wishful laser eye-beams of death...Snape drew breath then...spoke...

"Ten points from Gryffindor for your tardiness and another five points will be taken away for disrupting my class, do it again and we will both be miserable, for you will be serving detention." He spoke, irritated.

Obviously confusion was on Harry's face because Snape rolled his eyes then explained, "*I* would be miserable because I would have to be the one to supervise a trouble-maker like you, it's a waste of my time." he paused, "Now get out of here before you're late to another class, again."

He nodded then took a step back from the man that seemed to have it in for himself, then proceeded to his next class . . . the "Psychic" Arts . . . which makes a person wonder just *what* Trelawny is on... or under...

Harry's dry lips cracked into grin at that thought, a slight reprieve from his "angst-driven" life...

A shock of red hair appeared in the corner of his eye, tilting his head just slightly he saw Ron walking silently next to him; Harry nodded absently despite himself . . . it was nice to have some companionship, he wasn't quite ready for talking just yet, and Ron seemed to realize this, a good sign that his friend wasn't going to play as ignorant and blind as he used to be.

The two moved on in mutual silence towards there next class, then climbing up the rope ladder to Trelawney's classroom, Harry not at all surprised to see Ron climb up first, craning his neck just to the front, looking up some girl's skirt...

The strap of his bad slid off of his shoulder, swiftly bending down to retrieve it . . . upon straightening up, his back pressing rather intimately against someone's front . . . someone's *naked* upper front by the intensive heat that radiated through the back of his clothes, strangely soothing the cuts and broken ribs in his body.

Blushing appropriately to the given situation he then practically jumped forward and proceeded to climb the ladder, sneekeing a glimpse below him, he was only half surprised to see Malfoy staring straight back up at him; nearly pressing himself flush up against Harry's legs and lower back.

He gulped and gladly took Ron's out-stretched hand as he neared the top, becoming beyond freaked-out when Malfoy not-so-innocently 'carressed' or flat out groped his legs...or other regions during the climb up the ladder . . .

Already inside the distinctly weed smelling classroom that belonged to the 'estranged' Proffessor Trelawney, Harry took the farthest seat in the back at the end of the wall, Ron silently taking the only seat to his right. For their was no desk in front of him, just low tables full of crystals, "herbs", oils, and small packages full of suspiciously white powder . . .

Harry could tell there indeed was some nicely hallucinic drugs mixed in with some regular herbs...which probably explained why some of the kids actually told alloud the things they saw in their tea leaves...and other such things...he couldn't help but start laughing, their 'Psychic' proffessor was a druggie....that was just grand...

Ron was looking at him strangely, Harry just kept laughing as he pointed at the small packages most likely containing some normal herb laced with marijuana or something more likely to cause intensive hallucinations...

The redhead was puzzled for a few moments, just staring at what he'd pointed at before it all just clicked, he soon started laughing.

Hermione sat next to Ron, no longer concerned with pulling the collar of her shirt up higher as she stared at the laughing...or giggling boys.

"What?" she questioned.

The laughter intensified, deciding words were not going to work, she elbowed Ron in the ribs, he jerked to the side and looked at her, tears of laughter in his eyes, catching her confused look, he too pointed at the small packages.

"What? It's Just Faeries Powder and Angel Dust." Hermione said, clearly not linking one of the names with a muggle drug, nor thinking on anything of the like really...

Harry cracked up harder and Ron started banging his head on the desk, laughing himself silly.

"What is wrong with you two? Do you think it's the incense? It very well could be- who know's what crap Proffessor Trelawney decides to smoke in the classroom-" Hermione broke off as Ron laughed even harder, and Harry fell out of his chair, still laughing...

"Mr.Potter, Mr.Weasley, I think it's very nice of you two to have fun in this class and enjoy it while you can...after all...a certain some one...I've seen, will sadly be departing from this class, and the world...." The proffessor spoke cryptically...or attempted to while placing a suspiciously small 'cigarette' into a drawer...

Harry just laughed harder, this time Ron soon joined him on the floor, while the rest of the class stared on question, except most of the Slytherins whom only sneered, grinned, or shared a laugh or two themselves.

Taking a deep breath, Harry managed to quell his laughter and raise himself up into his seat, nearly misjudging where his rear and the seat were...twice.

Successfully sitting in his seat, he helped a still giggling Ron into his seat whom nodded weakly in gratitude, he then turned to the proffessor; he was feeling strangely giddy, possibly high, and a tad reckless...which he could later blame on the thick incense which *had* to be weed...or something else...he opened his mouth to speak, a half-grin on his face.

"So- am I the one that's going to die again? Like last year, oh, and the year before that? And so on?" Harry inquired brazenly, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, elbow on desk, leaning towards the somewhat startled proffessor.

"C'mon~..." Harry paused to prevent laughter, "How am I gonna die this time?"

She opened her mouth to speak but Harry over-rode it, he didn't care at the moment, school protocal be damned, it wasn't like anything they could do would be worse than what Vernon, Dudley, and Petunia did.

"My soul sucked out of me by some lucky dementor?" he spoke casually,

"Will some lucky sod win a bet if I 'off' myself?"

"Or how about those giant spiders in the Forbidden Forrest? Their always lookin' for a snack-" he offered, elbow dropping off the table as he leaned over his desk, eyes glued on the wide, half-afraid, dull hazel ones of Trelawney.

"And last but the most obvious- Will the shmuk Voldemort actually *succeed* in killing me *this* year?"

Oh how he wished Sibinokin were here, he really itched to speak parseltongue in front of the shocked classroom...wait- why did he need a snake to do that? he'd had sufficient practice over the summer, having nothing to do when his body had been paralyzed in pain...so now, he no longer needed an actual snake to speak parseltongue...

//What'sss sss'matta? Ssnake gotchya tongue?// He hissed at her, actually quiet pleased when the classroom gasped, the teacher slumped in her chair, fainted I guess.

Well, he felt like seeing Hagrid a bit early anyway, ignoring everyone, he slung his bag over his shoulder, strode towards the still open trap-door-like-entryway and proceeded to climb down the ladder, again pleased with the stunned classroom...

-

Draco was glued to his seat, his leather pants painfully tight as he sat in stunned silence of Harry's strange and somewhat unexpected outburst . . . he'd never thought, that hearing parseltongue, would turn him on so much. I mean seriously, he'd only heard once before sometime in second year, and even then he'd felt the huge but brief spark of arousal at hearing 'boy-wonder's voice change from normal vocal chords to twisted hisses of both snake and cat...

It was something in the words, or sounds that slammed against his body, sinking into his skin to strike such a reaction from him...he didn't understand it, but he sure as hell fuckin' loved it...

Hmmmm....fuck...yes....on that subject...

His eyes roved over the still petrified classroom, landing on Granger...yes, she would do for tonight, afterall, the mudblood was his now.

-

" 'Allo 'Arry! S'good ta see ya! But why are you so early?" The large man questioned as he continued to brush the black horse he had tied to a post, another one standing on his other side, already brushed or waiting be brushed...

"Oh, I just thought I'd come see you is all." Harry replied vaguely, noting that the two black horses were not normal horses, their blood-red, glowing, eyes nearly the only thing unnatural about them...except for the various vicious-looking nails hammered into their hooves at odd angles.

"What kind of horses are these Hagrid?"

"These here are 'Night Mares', they're the types o' horse that th' Demon's use- partic'olar'lee the ones in Nevianna and Malikye..." he answered simply.

'Malikye...? and Nevianna? Where is that?' Harry thought absently before shrugging it off.

"Why are they called 'NightMares'?" he inquired, studying the black horses more closely.

"Because here in this world-er-realm," Hagrid paused thoughtfully, "They run loose all over the muggle world, giving folk' bad dreams an all."

"Wow..." Harry thought aloud, but he had a feeling the nightmares he got about the 'big bad' were not induced by these strange horses.

"So is that what we're doing for today?" Harry spoke after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes, along with a few other things and stuff-"

Harry smiled, Hagrid was the only simple and down-to-earth teacher at Hogwarts that used words like 'stuff' and 'things' when describing the lesson plan for the day.

-

"But Severus, as you've said before, if young Mr.Malfoy is indeed targeting someone, once he's gotten them, wouldn't the domic gene go dormant once again?" Remus asked having been updated since his arrival.

"No it wouldn't, it was brought forth *because* of that, once the boy gets what he's been after, then the domic gene would continue to live on, not as prominant as before if the target is of satisfactory nature to the domic...after that happens, I believe we will not have to be on our toes as much...so-to-speak...as nearly all of this information is out-dated and mainly-"

"You mean it's all in theory..." Remus finished, not liking the potions master's grudging nod of agreement.

"But- what if the target is not...satisfactory?" He asked.

"Then the targeted individual will be more or less become just another slave or member of the domic's pack...and the Domic will then continue to seek an individual that can be seen as an equal...or something of that nature..." Snape trailed off, noticing how the Defense Against the Dark Arts proffessor too, did not sport one of the talisman necklaces...apparently last year had left a damaging mark on everyone, more so on others.

And by the looks of it, Remus Lupin had cleaned his robes and appearance up a bit; from what Severus knew of werewolves; Remus was trying to attract a pack leader, or a strong dominant creature that could sufficiently protect and keep him . . . as to what the werewolve's motives could possibly be, Severus did not know, or more close to truth, did not wish to know.

"You're not wearing the protective talisman?" Remus made it a question.

"Neither are you." Severus made it a statement.

The two fell into a mutual silence, they both knew.

-

Harry was shooken awake by Ron, apparently the last class of the day had just started.

No words were exchanged as none seemed needed as the two made their way outside to where Hagrid was already filling the class in on what Night Mares were. Or more like one of the students was, more surprisingly it wasn't Hermione, but Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin...whom seemed to have a brain afterall...

"5 points to Slytherin for Ms.Parkinson's correct answer." Hagrid said as he then began to tell the class what they were to do next.

Still groggy from his brief nap, Harry hadn't noticed when a particular Slytherin came up behind him, wrapping one arm around his lower waist, then the other just below his shoulders; sufficiently pinning his arms to his sides while pressing himself rather *tightly* against his backside...yet again for who knows how many times that day...

(To which Harry had identified when a specific section of anatomy became painstakingly aware to him, of which no female could possibly have...unless certain surgery had taken place and or they found it amazingly appealing to carry strap ons...)

He felt the customary stiffening of his body and the blush crawling across his face. Harry made a move to get Hagrid's attention but Crabe and Goyle suddenly blocked his view of, while Pansy and Hermione flanked either side of him.

!!

HERMIONE?!

Harry shook his head then proceeded to attempt at freeing himself, you'd think at the height of 6'1 with at least *some* muscle added to his gaunt frame that he'd be able to *somewhat* free himself....but apparently not, as it only suffered to the further tightening of the already painfully tight grip and for said captor to become even *more* aroused . . .

Today was just not his day . . .

His head hung forward in an act of submission, it wasn't like he could get free anyway, might as well let whomever decided to violate him get it over with . . . for in perspective, this was rather innocent, and...on some level, not entirely unwanted either.

Well . . . I guess Malfoy was right afterall, he was gay . . . maybe rape at a young age which continued throughout the years sort of grew on you...?

Harry shook his head violently, NO! That was sick! It was wrong! It wasn't possible! How could he be so calm when his unc-NO! When that beast! and the disgusting whale of monster did those things to him! No No no! It wasn't- NO! NO no no no no no no NO-

"shhhhh . . . stop." someone whispered into his ear softly, one arm loosening from around Harry's upper torso to run his hand through the strangely black, messy hair.

His thoughts came to a hault, the voices and noise fading into the backround as Harry's bright green eyes closed, lost in the strange reverberating sensation at his back that echoed througout his body, at which the sound itself entered his ears and into his mind, washing away any thought that dared to stir in his mind.

It wasn't until after awhile, after his body fell limp in the person's grasp, that he still hadn't been able to see to confirm just whom it was; that he realized, that strange, comforting sound...

Purring.

Whomever held him so tightly, was purring . . . strangely like a cat, which Harry had found extremely difficult to produce such a sound longer than a few minutes at a time.

-

Draco grinned, nuzzling against Harry's neck absently, his scent filling his mind and body . . .

How tempting it would be to mark him . . .

How incredibly easy it would be . . .

To do it now . . .

In front of everyone . . .

To simply turn his head just a little bit like this . . .

And then to open his mouth . . .

and bite down . . .

how easy . . .

how magnificiently easy . . .

But he wouldn't . . . He thought to himself, smiling into his Loveliness's neck.

Not today . . .

Maybe not even tomorrow . . .

Or the day after . . .

he knew he would . . .

eventually.

Just not now . . .

He had a family to build first . . .

after all, his Loveliness would need brothers and sisters that would love him... and look out for him...

Besides, his Lovely didn't have a family, not anymore anyway...and...he had another problem to deal with.

Some idiot was threatening *his* Lovely, every year he did, and now that *he* was here, he wasn't going to let such acts of idiocy continue.

Loveliness needed to be safe, and unharmed...no one would harm him, for his Loveliness belonged to himself, and no one else.

Ever.

-Now, as usual, r/r but I need a wee more feedback, like in *this* fanfic, Did either Harry or Draco seem out of character compaired to previous chapters?

Smiigel: Well I hope I didn't make you sick this chapter, considering this could be somewhat sapp-ish, as for my AN notes, they weren't that fun today, partly because...um...I dunno actually... I'm supposed to be drawing up my manga, I've got 9 pages sketched out nicely so far, but I haven't touched it in two days and I felt like writing up a chapter...though I should be working on LW... to finish it.... ^.^;

Angel: Dunno if Draco will love Harry, so far, I'm not sure he's capable of such a thing, but it's possible with his attitude to take over old saggy-hag Voldemort's throne to rule the world as he wishes it. Though if he does, consider this to get freakishly outlandish in the near future, as not only will Draco become seriously sadistic (towards his pack-family or enemies...I've yet to be sure) and along with some of my otherworldly-erm-other-REALM-ly characters come into the mix....

Aoi Me: As it turns out, I have heard the song before and I may use it, or something else a little more close to home (both songs equally usable) And I am surprised you still like my fic and even want more chapters to come (as per norm I tend to flow in and out of sync with my fanfics to the point I often dissapoint and lose fans and reviewers and shtuff)

asaroth69: No worries about not reviewing earlier, as it always is a pleasure to read what you have to say about what I write, for you have the lovely ability to spot the most amusing points of any story then bring them to my attention and surprise (for I hardly notice any humor until after I actually *read* the chapter) But I noticed a nicely funny part concerning a certain 'Psychic Arts' class... ^.^ yeah, at first I myself had forgot about the ol' Volde-boy... ^.^; I can't really be sure if there's going to be any psycho-traumas to the two characters, but most likely no deaths...where's the fun in sadistic torture if the guy's dead? But I'll try to remember to mention it to you...Since I haven't actually read book 5 yet, not much history-wise things are going to change 'cept Sirius being dead and I think- Lucius being sent to Azkaban?

Siren: Yeah, I have the horrible tendency to accidentally leave cliffhangers- Half the time I don't even know I'm doing it ^.^; *laughs* Well thank you for reviewing my fanfiction then if you don't do such a thing often, (Unfortunately I'm the type that like sto read the reviews, especially the long ones with some comments about the works, like things they liked and all that shtuff....)