by tati
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning: This is a SLASH romance fic. There will be violence – there is ALWAYS violence in my stories. Nothing you read qualifies as NC-17 because I have read much worse that still fit the rules, so no tattling!
A/N: I'll try to update my stories (most of them) once every Saturday/Sunday/Friday, okay?
Chapter 4 – Living With Dominants Last Time…The other boy was giving him a rather predatory look, and he advanced on Harry slowly.
Harry was starting to think that 'wide-eyed' would be the best description of himself for the rest of his life, and he wondered morbidly if said life was only going to last for another few seconds. Draco was officially scary. The blond licked his lips as he looked down on the smaller boy before starting and shaking his head violently.
"What the fuck?" he muttered. Then, "Oh. Stupid Veela stuff. Potter, why did you have to be submissive?" Harry stopped trying to become one with the stone floor in favor of giving the irritated teen a slightly inquisitive look. "I. Am. Gay. Potter," explained Draco. "You. Attract. Gays." Harry's eyes, well, didn't really widen, but something made him show he'd gotten it. Dumbledore's words rang in his head, "It will just keep people from losing control and raping you," and, "You three would make a very nice couple. Or is that triple?" He slowly edged away again, and Draco determinedly did not stare at him.
"Right," he said breathily. "Um, can you…control…and not…?" Draco smirked and muttered about eloquence again, making Harry flush.
"Of course, Potter. If I want to badly enough. It's just a difficult spell to maintain. Now, go make yourself useful or something." He turned from Harry and went off into a room on the right. Harry stared after him.
"Make myself useful," he whispered sadly. He knew exactly why he was reacting so violently to Malfoy and Snape; he knew ever since he learned about Fallen and Veela and dominance and submission, and he didn't want to believe it, but it was true, and… "No, it's not," he said firmly to himself. I do not love them. How could I? I hate them. But a little voice in the back of his head wondered why he was so glad that Dumbledore had given the three his blessings as he wandered about the room, cleaning Snape's bachelor's quarters.
Snape was upset, and the whole school knew it. Gryffindor's points were decimated, the Hufflepuffs were in tears, and Ravenclaw had vanished as a unanimous whole into hiding. Even Slytherin was muttering rebelliously as they watched their Head of House stalk through the Howarts halls. Snape had set several of them detentions! Of course, no points had been lost, but this was scandalous! What was wrong with him?
They soon found out as dinner rolled around.
Severus Snape stepped into the Great Hall with Draco Malfoy at his side and a figure trailing behind them.
The figure was Harry Potter.
A collective gasp swept through the room as Harry timidly followed his two most hated enemies to the Head Table. Then everyone listened in disbelief to Headmaster Dumbledore's lecture on exactly why this was occurring.
Fallen? Wow. Submissive! …Unexpected. Live with Malfoy and Snape! Ewwww; Lucky; Ouch; What the f; Poor Harry! And then Albus sat with a cheery smile and the new trio swept out again, leaving murmurs and whispers in their wake.
"You will touch nothing!" snarled Severus again as the three entered Slytherin territory. Harry was staring holes into the floor and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Really, Sev, that's the fifth time you've warned him. I think he got it."
"After he's ruined my rooms!" protested the dominant furiously. Harry winced; he had only been doing what Draco told him to –
"Severus, you've been wanting your rooms clean for the last ten years; I should think you'd be happy that Potter took the initiative," drawled Draco. Harry paused.
"Took the initiative?" he asked softly, sounding rather (timidly) indignant. The two dominants turned to look at him in irritation and mild surprise. "But Dra – Malfoy told me to."
"I did not!" said Draco vehemently as Severus gave him the 'Murder Glare.' "Potter's just causing trouble!" Harry slumped and stared at the floor in disbelief.
"But you said to make myself useful," he sighed under his breath. He didn't think they caught it as the walk continued, so he found no harm in arguing to himself quietly. "Making myself useful means working. Working means cleaning. And God knows the place needed it - "
"You got that right, Potter," said Draco bemusedly, "But why would you think that cleaning Sev's rooms is useful? I was thinking more along the lines of killing yourself would suffice." He and Severus promptly started a cheerful conversation (for them) on what it would be useful of Potter to do.
Neither could be bothered to turn and see their object of hate crying silently behind them as he followed like a puppy.
A/N: I am sooooooo sooooooo sorry about how short this chapter is! I just wanted to update quickly so I can try and update another story or two before I have to do my homework! There's so much that I have to do, and I already spent half the day cleaning my room and…ick!
Please review; their coming keeps me writing.
Another A/N: now that I look back at my angry response to that review, I have to apologize, though I won't remove it. Sorry, I always overreact, and I…ugh…nevermind. It still pisses me off, so whatever.
