Hi, it's time for chapter number four. You know the drill by now. This contains boy on boy action, so if that aint your thing, don't bombard me with whiny reviews saying, "ugh it's gross," because frankly, erm...I don't care.

And although I told the police officers I was J.K Rowling and I was just locked out of my home, and that's why I was going to put a brick through the window, when they caught me attempting to break into her house and read book six, I'm not really. But shhh, don't tell them!

Hope you enjoy chapter three!


Harry wondered for what seemed like the millionth time that day why he ever agreed to meet Draco by the whomping willow that night. He should have known that he was just pulling a prank on him when he told him to meet him there at midnight.

"But why?" Harry has asked suspiciously, but Draco just narrowed his eyes. "Its worth your while Potter," was all that he said, and Harry decided to go and see what it was about.

In his wildest dreams, he thought about Draco confessing his love to him, before putting that wishful fantasy out of his head. By the way he treated him in detention five nights ago, there was no way he had feelings for Harry. Still, he dreamed wistfully at night about Draco holding him tenderly, Draco kissing him roughly, and Draco naked with him in his bed, making love passionately.

"Potter."

Draco's commanding voice startled him and he spun around. "M-Malfoy," stuttered Harry, thrown off guard a little after thinking lewd thoughts about him just seconds before. Draco sneered.

"Guess what tonight is Potter?" he asked.

"Er...Thursday?" Harry guessed. Draco rolled his eyes.

"It's actually Friday," he said, holding out his watch that read 12:03am, "but I'm not talking about that anyway. Its not just Friday...it's a special night."

"Well er...why is it a special night?" asked Harry, his heart slightly beating. Draco's mysterious manner was off-putting. Draco smiled.

"Tonight is the night that you will become my slave, Potter."

"What?" asked Harry incredulously. What the hell was Draco talking about? He knew he was arrogant, but to actually think he would become his slave? Why the hell would he think that?

Draco laughed out loud at Harry's confusion, and Harry glared at him.

"What are you talking about Malfoy?" he spat. Draco delved a hand into the pocket of his robe and pulled out something that Harry couldn't see. His heart skipped a couple of beats, and his mouth went dry as his own voice rang back at him through the grounds.

"The worst thing I have ever thought about Dumbledore is the fact that he is trying to live his dreams through me, because he's too old and past it to do them himself."

Harry's mouth dropped open but he remained frozen in his position, unable to do, or say, anything. Draco smiled wider at his misfortune.

"Sometimes I just want everybody in school to drop dead and leave me the hell alone."

Harry shook his head weakly, begging his dull-sounding voice to stop. He knew at once that he had somehow been tricked into drinking veritaserum and Draco must have recorded him confessing his inner secrets. He suddenly felt violated and vulnerable, and Draco laughed loudly.

"Do you want me to go on Potter?" he cackled, pressing the stop button. "Because I have plenty more. My particular favourite is the one where you confess that you want Ron and Hermione to break up because you feel that Hermione deserves better than 'that homophobic bastard.'"

Harry closed his eyes and uttered a low groan.

"Or we could listen to the one where you confess your love for me."

Harry's eyes snapped open and Draco laughed again. "Yeah, you confessed it all. So now unless you want this tape to be spread around the school – and I'm sure they would love to hear you wishing they would "drop dead" as you so kindly put it – you will become my slave." He sneered. "It's probably turning you on, isn't it? The thought of doing my dirty laundry...bet you'll jack off over my boxers, won't you queer?"

Harry felt a sick feeling in his stomach and he was suddenly desperate. He ran at Draco whose eyes flickered with fright. He turned to run away but Harry tackled him to the ground. He lay on top of his wriggling, writhing body and pinned the arm holding the tape recorder down with his knee.

Draco cried out in pain as Harry applied more pressure. "Give me the tape," snarled Harry. He pushed his knee down onto Draco's arm harder.

"Potter, you hurt me and I'll personally make sure that a tape is given to everyone by owl post and –" He cried out again as Harry applied more pressure to his arm.

"Give me the tape," Harry shouted again, pushing harder on Draco's arm.

"I – ouch – I have copies of it so there's no point in getting this one."

"Liar," fumed Harry.

"Don't believe me? Here," and with that, Draco released the tape recorder onto the grass. Harry snatched it straight away, before looking at Draco tentatively. If Draco were lying, he wouldn't have just given up that one source of evidence like that.

"Ah, you believe me now, eh Potter?"

Harry nodded dumbly.

"Get off me then...and that's an order...slave."

Harry released his knee that kept Draco's arm captive and then scrambled up to his feet. Draco did the same, dusting off his robes, before turning to Harry with a twisted smile on his face.

"In fact, you do it," he said, turning his back to Harry. "And if there's one speck of dust left on there, I'll make sure the tape gets played at breakfast."

Harry dusted Draco's robes, hating every second of this blackmail. He wanted to defy Draco and tell him to screw himself, but he kept imagining the hurt faces of Hermione and everyone else when they heard what he thought about them. He stopped dusting Draco's robes, who turned around and inspected them. He looked slightly displeased.

"Er Potter...there's still some dirt on my ass. Be a pal and get rid of it."

Harry's heartbeat drummed loudly and he felt his face flushing. He absolutely despised Draco at the moment, but the thought of touching another mans ass was turning him on. He felt his dick starting to stiffen, and he swore inwardly. He didn't want to get turned on by this, but he couldn't help it as he dusted Draco's ass.

"Turning you on, is it Potter?" he sneered. "Probably, because according to one of your confessions, having sex with me is your biggest fantasy. This probably comes in the top ten though, eh?" He suddenly pulled his robes away. "Okay, that's enough, I don't want you to enjoy this too much." His eyes lit up and he slowly smiled. Harry didn't like the look on his face and wondered what cruelty he was going to inflict next.

"Lets see just how much you enjoyed it, shall we? Strip."

That last word hit Harry like a bullet, and he reeled in shock. "W-what?" he stammered. Draco grinned wider.

"You heard me. Strip. Take your clothes off and show me how much that excited you." Harry didn't move. "NOW," roared Draco and Harry quickly took his robe off. He prayed for his erection to disappear and the fright of becoming Draco's slave was helping matters, making his dick go limp. But every time he thought of becoming Draco's slave, washing his laundry as he had said he'd make him do, cleaning his room, perhaps seeing him getting undressed...his dick gave a twinge of excitement and grew again.

He was down to his boxer shorts now, and he hesitated to take them off, hoping Draco wouldn't make him go through with it. He had no such luck.

"Come on, boxers off too," he ordered with his arms folded.

"Why do you want me to take them off, huh? Do you want to see me naked? Is this all a plot to turn YOU on?" Harry spat. Draco walked over to him and backhanded him in the face.

Harry's face was flung sideward as the force of the blow caused his cheek to be inflamed a crimson colour. He forced himself not to hit Draco back, or do anything that would make him play the tape, the thought Hermione's dejected face if it was ever played, imprinted in his mind again. Draco looked slightly happy at the fact that he didn't attempt do fight back, and slapped him again, more roughly, as though testing him. Harry did nothing and Draco was satisfied.

"Boxers off. Now."

Harry knew he had no choice, and complied with Draco's order.

Draco's eyebrows shot up in slight amusement at Harry's vulnerability. He sniggered at Harry desperately covering his dick with his hands.

"Move your hands."

Harry uttered a low groan of helplessness as he took them away slowly.

"After touching my ass you haven't got an erection?" Draco asked in surprise. Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion. He blatantly had an erection, what was Draco talking about? He realised what Draco was doing when he gave a double take.

"Oh, sorry Potter, that IS your erection," he said in overtly fake tones of surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I think I was aged about...five since I could remember my dick being that small."

He laughed at his little dig at Harry. "Well, I better be going now, its quite late, I want some sleep." He turned to go, and Harry bent down to put his clothes back on. "Er, what do you think you're doing?" Draco asked. Harry looked at him confused.

"I er...I'm going to... go back inside?" he said questioningly. Draco smiled cruelly and shook his head.

"No, I'm going back inside. You're waiting here."

Harry spluttered. "WHAT?"

"Don't talk to me like that slave," said Draco coldly, "or I'll extend the time you stay here for two hours." He paused, in apparent deep thought. "In fact, yeah, I will extend the time for your cheek Potter. Two hours. You will spend two hours here, naked. Then, and only then, do I give you permission to go in. Oh and if you move before then, or try and put your clothes on – and believe me, I will know – I'll turn your life into a living hell."

He walked away, laughing at his new position of power as Harry stood alone, and submissively naked.


Woo, another chapter gone by. So now it seems that Harry is Draco's slave. Who knows what sort of torture Draco will put Harry through? Well, me. And you, if you read the next chapter, so make sure you do! And please review! Thanks!! Jordan xx.