Fifth chapter and you should know how it works by now. This story contains homosexual and homophobic content. Both severe. I'll try and keep it at an R rating, but I aint making any promises. Though if fanfiction are ready to delete my story, maybe I'll turn it down for them lol. Ah, who am I kidding, I'll tone it all the way down to a G if they told me to lol.

This is a fic that contains boy-on-boy action. With some dominance, brutality, and nastiness thrown in. If this aint your thing, don't read it knowing you'll most likely throw up/be offended/or throw up after being offended and then come and kill me.

You may have seen me on MTV fanatics. I was the one with the "I love J.K Rowling" tattoo on my chest. And you may have seen my birth certificate with the name "Joanne Rowling" on it after I legally changed my name. And I'm sorry if I fooled you, but I'm not her. I'm just a crazy psycho fan of hers. smiles

And yay, I have some reviews! So I'll respond to them

Thank you Hayley S, I hope I updated fast enough for you lol. Sorry to have left it on a cliffhanger, but don't worry you can read the next chapter now!

Hi Lampshadesrgreat, (By the way – I think they're great too!) Yeah Hogwarts is really homophobic and stupid. Well, in my story it is anyway lol.

Yay I got my first critique lol, I think that's the right word to use anyway, from Svetlana Lvova, (is your name Russian? I learnt some Russian before!) Anyway, Harry is in a difficult position at the moment, well, you know Harry, blowing everything out of proportion. I was going to include something that would make him keep his abuse a secret even more in the first chapters, but decided to save it for a later day. Oh, and I'm just interested, though you don't have to share the advice, but what would you do if you were in the situation? Its just that you said its an easy one to get out of, and I want to know if there's a glaringly obvious plot hole that's gone undiscovered by me, lol.

I agree DarkAngel but as you'll find out in this chapter it isn't all that bad for Harry...

And thank you ViXin for your kind compliments!!!

Thank you to all the reviewers!!! And now, I give you chapter five!


"Come on, what's wrong with you?"

"N-Nothing, its nothing."

"Well...get to it then."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Not while he's there watching," Pansy said, jerking her thumb in Harry's direction.

"Ah, he aint looking, he's too busy doing my homework," consoled Draco, "Isn't that right Potter?" he added cockily.

Harry said nothing but continued to do Draco's homework. The only thing that stopped him going over there and ramming the parchment (and the quill for that matter) up his ass was the thought of Hermione's tear stained face as she heard Harry call her "a deformed beaver," and loads more terrible things. He was losing an incredible amount of consideration for everyone else's feelings however. The way they had shunned him, and in some cases – as Hermione had correctly pointed out – bullied him, had at first weakened, but now infuriated him. He had been well liked before, not the easiest person to get on with, or the most stable for that matter, but he was still generally respected and had a lot of friends. Now, however, he had lost most of them, including one of his best friends, save for a handful.

Angelina Johnson, captain of the quidditch team still spoke to him. Harry had thought it was more for the sake of winning the quidditch cup than actually wanting to talk to him, but after a practice where a bludger was knocked full force into his face amidst much laughter, she had kindly made sure he was okay.

"Listen," she said, "I know things are tough, but you'll get through it." Though her words were few, they touched Harry, and he vowed never to think ill thoughts about her, no matter how hard or tough she overworked them in practice.

Luna Lovegood was another person that spoke to him. She drifted over with a vague, serene look on her face.

"Hi Harry," she said dreamily. "So, are you and Hermione still dating or am I in with a chance?"

Harry looked at her confused. "Er...me and Hermione aren't dating. We never have done. And Luna...It's hard to imagine that you haven't heard already, but I'm gay."

Luna's expression remained in a trance-like state. "So am I," she said softly.

Harry couldn't help but stare in shock and he got a vague idea of how Hermione and Ron had felt when he had told them. "Well, er...great," he said recovering from the shock. "That's great Luna."

She nodded smilingly. "So, now I know you and Hermione aren't – and never did – date, how about me and you do?" she suggested. Harry looked at her blankly.

"Er...I'm gay, didn't you hear me? And you just told me you were too."

Luna nodded, a smile still attached to her face. "I am. I'm gay and happy like a child on a summers day." Realization dawned on Harry, and he suddenly felt a strong impulse to laugh.

He bit the inside of his cheeks, and replied, "well Luna, you know as friends, I guess, sure...we could go on a date sometime, yeah." He was glad he gave that answer as Luna's face lit up in happiness.

"Thanks Harry," she said, embracing him in a hug, and she spent the rest of her day delightfully informing people that she and Harry were going on a friendly date, and that they were both "happily gay."

But apart from those two, and of course, Hermione, not many were speaking to him. Ginny spoke a few words, but looked so worried like she was going to get caught Harry had sent her on her way. Colin Creevey still took pictures of Harry, and nodded whenever he saw him, but the pair didn't speak anymore. And Neville, boldly walking over to Harry, who sat on the very edge of the Gryffindor table alone, sat down and ate dinner with him one evening, proclaiming that he didn't care what people thought, that he knew Harry was still Harry and the fact that he was gay changed nothing.

Though it still pained him, he was glad that he knew who his real friends were. But he was still suffering nonetheless. After a cold night outside, naked, he had rushed back into his dorm, almost falling to sleep as he staggered back inside, to find that his suitcase had been rummaged through, with his personal items strewn all over the room, his bed sheets had been ripped and slashed and his bed hangings had been pulled down. It was nothing that his wand couldn't handle, but it was the fact that his former friends were doing it to him, that hurt more than anything.

A few times he was on the verge of telling Hermione what Draco was doing. But that would mean that he'd have to confess what he'd said about her. He didn't mean it, he probably thought it when he was in a heated argument, or a foul mood with her, but he knew she'd still be upset. And she might turn on him and that was something that Harry couldn't bear. It hurt enough losing Ron without Hermione too. And if Draco ever carried out his threat, he'd lose all the others that were speaking to him too, and then he'd really be alone.

He then thought about telling Dumbledore, but Dumbledore had been annoyingly unavailable through the last week. Professor McGonagall crossed his mind but he didn't feel comfortable talking about something as private as this. Especially as how he'd have to reveal that he had once thought that she was clinging to Dumbledore for all it was worth so she'd be set for life.

He thought about the others back at Grimmauld Place, but when he had told them before he was set to go, they hadn't exactly been friendly. Lupin had raised a high arched eyebrow while Mad-Eye's electric blue eye spun in quick rotation, looking him all over accusingly. It was only Tonks who had bid him goodbye, and even then, she was embarrassed for him. He was scared of what Hagrid thought, and he couldn't bear to see him turn away in disgust.

So he was well and truly desolate and alone. But there was a small niggling voice that kept saying in the back of his mind, "maybe you don't want to be helped." He had ignored it at first. Why would he want to be in this situation? That would be stupid. But all the same, he felt his dick stirring every time Draco spoke to him in a sharp, commanding voice, so that's how he was in Draco's bedroom, laboriously doing his care for magical creatures homework. Draco hadn't mentioned to anyone that Harry was his slave, and it was only using his invisibility cloak that Harry had managed to get into his bedroom without anyone knowing. When Draco had walked in half an hour later after him, he was accompanied by Pansy, who stopped in mid-kiss when she saw him.

"Whats HE doing here?" she screeched with her loud voice, and Draco clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Shut up," he hissed. "He's here doing my homework, and don't you DARE tell anyone."

She stared disbelievingly at Harry, and then at Draco. A small smile formed on her face.

"How did you get him to do that?" she asked. Draco shrugged casually, and lay down on his bed, hands behind his head in a relaxed pose.

"Simple," he said. "He knows that I rule."

Pansy smirked, and crawled provocatively over to Draco on the bed.

"And you know I rule too, don't you babe?" Draco said. Pansy nodded, licking her lips.

"Well, get to work then," Draco said, closing his eyes. He heard his zipper being zipped down, and his trousers being slipped down to his ankles. But after that, nothing. He sat up angrily, and Pansy whined about not being able to suck him off while Harry was in the room.

"I don't care if he's doing your homework, he's still there," she whined.

Draco started to get even more annoyed, but thought better of it, and shrugged, feigning casualness. "Fine," he said offhandedly, "If you don't feel up to the job, get out."

Pansy's eyes widened and she pleaded for Draco to reconsider. But Draco had other plans and wouldn't budge. Giving Harry a filthy look as though it was his fault, Pansy reluctantly stormed out of the room.

"Remember, if you tell anyone, its over between us. I mean it Pansy," Draco called. She responded with a huff and slammed the door.

Draco clicked his fingers and Harry turned round. Although he couldn't stand the sight of Draco standing there so cockily, taunting him, and using him like trash, he knew what was going to happen next and it excited him. He had never did anything with a boy, and years of sexual fantasies and frustration had been taking a toll, and as he walked over to Draco, his legs slightly shook in nervous apprehension.

"Knees."

The simple yet harsh commanded embarrassed Harry, but thrilled him at the same time. He got down to his knees and was faced with the growing bulge in Draco's boxers. He licked his lips slightly, and Draco sneered. He looked up at Draco staring down at him and felt powerless. He also felt turned on.

"This is for my benefit rather than yours Potter," he informed. "I've heard fags give great blowjobs and want to put that to the test. If you use any teeth, I'll fucking punch you so hard you won't have any left and you'd be able to deep throat my whole fucking arm."

This trash talk made Harry's dick excitedly twinge, and all thoughts of hatred for Draco vanished as his balls sensationally tingled. He pulled down Draco's boxers and took all of his dick eagerly into his mouth. He heard Draco utter a low groan above him, and he sucked more vigorously. Feeling Draco's hips buck back and forth, he just opened his mouth wide and let Draco face fuck him. He was getting more and more faster and suddenly grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair. Harry allowed his face to be used for Draco's pleasure and knew he would climax soon. He felt Draco's salty spunk hit the back of his throat and eagerly swallowed the thick wads he was shooting.


Wooo what a way to end with a horny sex scene, hell yeah! I don't like the way Harry has turned out to be so submissive and meek though lol. It's sorta developed a bit out of hand from my original storyline, lol. Don't worry, I'm gonna get it back on track and in the next chapter, something MAJOR will happen, and I mean MAJOR! Wanna know what happens? Tune in to the next instalment! Please, leave reviews, thanks – Jordan xxx.