-Quick AN .every one that reviewed (specially all the long reviews) thanks a lot and I would respond to each of them.but unfortunately mother dearest is carrying the bitch-stick and y'all bleedin' well know how an irate woman can be when she's on the rampage.so here's your lovely update T.T sadly as short as it is.sorry 'bout that..

To Posses the Light

Chapter 15: Hell.is Rather a Fun Place Really.

Draco gave a soft grin of amusement as he pressed his forehead against his Harry's shoulder.

When Potter woke up.it was going to be hell.

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He groaned slightly, the acute awareness that one only receives upon first waking into a state of fuzzy drowsiness falling upon him. Harry realized several things that he would immediately forget upon becoming fully conscious into the waking world.

The first was that he had a strong impression that someone was staring at him, approximately four inches from his face.

He was being held by a medium height male whom was exactly 140 lbs. . and muscular.

And it was six fifteen in the afternoon.

Harry groaned a bit more, rubbing his forehead into the pillow as if to clear his sleepiness; something large, muscular, and incredibly warm pressed against his chest, further squishing his sore body against another. what.?

Green eyes blinked open, forgetting everything but the pair of large yellow eyes staring at him distastefully annoyed.

///It'ssssss sssa 'bout time yousss woke up lazzsssy Harry./// came Sibinokin's irritated hiss.

///Ssssibo-? Where hasss you been all thisss time?/// Harry questioned, lifting his head, regretting it instantly as his neck muscles bunched together, knotting and straining themselves; he clenched his teeth and blinked away the water in his eyes.

If it was remotely possible, the large black-green snake with amazingly large yellow eyes appeared to look blasé`. indignantly impassive even as he hissed quite loftily, //Here and theirsss. and many placesss inbetweensss.// emphasizing his vague description of activities with a wave of his tail.

Harry just stared. what was the point? I mean really, what was the point in even trying to get a straight answer out of a snake? Sibinokin of the lot of them! He'd merely been worried about where the infernal -damned cold- blooded reptile had been and he gets some fucking crap answer that only a person like Trelawney would give him!

He gave a great sigh, it expelled some of his anger. the arm around his middle shifted a bit then squeezed him closer.

Felt quite nice actually- gave him that sort of odd, warm tingly feeling of comfort and security, The kind that he'd never. experienced.

.before.

Stiff, that's what he was; he had felt his entire body just stiffen up- like when you start to flex your muscles, that middle stage just before the full muscle flex. His entire body just stiffened up like that, locking temporarily into place.

Just whose arms were around him.and for that matter, whose bed was he in. It couldn't be Vernon's, it wasn't stiff enough, and not Dudley's, and it didn't dip in the middle or squeak when you shifted. Harry had learned these little tidbits in all the wrong ways and situations.

The emerald-eyed boy's slight fear and apprehension intensified at the thoughts, and the memories that he wished to forget.

Slowly. s.l.o.w.l.y..very gently.Harry looked over his shoulder, straining his eye sockets to peer down at the pale, sleeping face of some blonde- haired person he could've sworn he'd seen before.

His vision was a bit fuzzy, he'd lost his glasses somewhere between Dudley's belt-buckle (amazingly he was capable of wearing belts) and near asphyxiation at the threat of broken teeth with his whale of a cousin's careless and rhythmless pectoral thrusting.or more like cramming of genitalia down his throat.

Not good thought process..focus on the now.

The sleeping figure shifted a bit, nuzzling closer to Harry, rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of his back; which inadvertently moved the silk-blond hair out of the painfully familiar face.

Wide, unseeing eyes.

Nope.

No.nah..no.just no.

He'd started shaking his head, nope.not possible.he was hallucinating.

Deranged and beyond insane from the abuse session he couldn't entirely recall.yes.maybe it had been so horrible that his mind had blocked it from him.temporary amnesia- yes. That was it, he started nodding now; and to fill the gap, his mind placed this impossibly incomprehensible scenario inside of his head.yes.yes that was it- that explained everything, eeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrryyyyyythin-

Which didn't include the snuggling pair of Fred or George Weasley(Who bloody knew anyway?) and Pansy Parkinson.

It was like silence- it just fell over him, an utter moment of blissful silence and calm.

And then.

There was white.

A blinding white, and then the sound of exploding and shattering glass.

It flew everywhere, the bits and pieces of glistening shards from the vases, crystal figurines, and other such oddities that now glistened in the air; startling the occupants into waking.

"What the fuck-?!" George screeched in a cross between scream and yell as he launched out of bed and onto his feet, bringing his arms up above his head to protect himself from the razor-edged shards.

Pansy shrieked and scrambled out of bed, headed for the door, changing her route to huddle in the corner, whimpering in fear and shock.

Draco himself gave a start at the abrupt wake-up call.after all, he'd been listening to that lovely parseltongue.while trying to control his erection.

Believe it or not he was actually trying to not scare Potter awake by jutting his cock between the boy's quite shapely rear. he was planning to wait until after the spazz-attack and then fucking scarhead senseless.

Hunh.

But judging by the array of glass thrashing about the room and Potter's livid, ramrod-straight body as he sat upright in some sort of hypnotic- psycho-whatsit position complete with the glowy eyes and dilated pupils that near-usurped the glittering emerald green that blazed like liquid lightening around the inky obsidian. he soOoOoOo wasn't getting any today.

He let out a frustrated snarling noise of disappointment.

Damnit.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the bits of glass that cut shallow slices into his skin.

Well.

Malfoy's hand shot out and grabbed Potter by the back of his neck yanking the spaced-out Boy-Wonder down to face level.

And then,

He smashed his mouth against Potter's, forcing his tongue into the other boy's mouth, intending to show Scar-head exactly how he'd be fucked in the near future.by using his lips and tongue.

The beginnings of a struggle, a small whimper, an edge of a groan.the tinkling sound of glass pitter-pattering to the floor like a gentle rain.

'SLAP!'

Malfoy's head jerked with the impact- hmph.well that was going to sting for a while.

"MALFOY!?" came the Gryffindor's schreeching yelp of indignant outrage.

Draco managed to restrain the roll-of-eyes movement.now came the rampage.well, at least he got something out of it, albeit a teasing taste- but it was better than nothing he supposed.

"What the BLOODY -FUCK- am I- no YOU- What are YOU doing here?!?!?" a pause to draw in a ragged breath, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON? AND HOW DARE YOU KISS ME YOU BLEEDIN'- FUCKING- CANIVING-LITTLE FERRET OF AN ARSE-BANDIT!!"

Arse-Bandit? Well that was a new one.he'd have to write that one down- had a charming little ring to-

His thought process was cut off when Potter socked him one then grabbed him by the throat, hauling him up to eye-level now that Harry stood up, somewhat shakily on the bed.

"Listen to me when I'm scolding you, you little imp." Harry breathed, his eyes having gained a strange sort of glint in them.

Draco froze, he didn't like that.

Din't like that at all.

Potter's head tilted to the left very slowly, as if the air were syrup. His eyes got a touch wider and there was a sort of manic, feral little grin twisting the ends of his lips. it was as if.

.as if Harry wasn't there anymore.

George and Pansy didn't move; he'd honestly thought that the situation at Privett Drive hadn't been that serious, if it had been bad- which by the looks of it- it was beyond.

Why hadn't Dumbledore done anything about it?

-r/r and I'll try to update each and every one of my fanfics at least once a month.or more.depending on muses and homework, comics, and life in general-