Time for chapter number six and I have a feeling it's going to be a hard one to write. As you know (or maybe you don't) this story contains homophobic and homosexual content in it. Both explicitly severe. You'll read about boy-on-boy action, boy-on-boy violence and boy-on-boy other stuff, most likely. If you've read the above and already decided that this story is going to be far too disgusting for your delicate eyes then please don't read it. Well, you can if you want, but then don't review me saying "ugh it was gross, I'm never going to be able to live my life properly again," because I'll just laugh.

These characters are mine. Yup, you read it right, they're mine. Not J.K Rowlings. I was the one that came up with the idea of Harry Potter and muggles and Hogwarts and Snape and Draco and Hermione and Hagrid, which is why I'm the one writing fanfiction and she's getting millions for the books, movies, toys and other countless pieces of merchandise. Life is so depressing sometimes, lol.

And woah, what's with the reviews coming in so fast?! Not that I mind of course, it's excellent, but still, I'm shocked lol! Anyway here's my responses:

First off, thanks to Ura, I hope I updated fast enough for you!

Next thanks to Svetlana Lvova, for your length contribution, lol. I do agree with most of your comments, especially the one about the tape recorders not working. Also, I don't have knowledge on teacher regulations and how bureaucracy's work; I'm just writing this for fun to be honest. But some of your comments were a little...not unfair, but...well, I don't know the word. To my knowledge, J.K Rowling hasn't mentioned gay students in Hogwarts before, so even though you seriously doubt Harry's the first, if it hasn't been proven, well, it hasn't been proven. And also, for Harry (at least, the Harry in my story) this is exciting, it sexually excites him and while he sometimes should be dealing with the matter with his brain, he thinks with his dick instead. But your comments were extremely helpful and I'm glad you came back to explain what you meant!

Thank you cmere1 I'm glad you liked that line, lol. Its one of my favourites. And yeah, who wouldn't want to be Draco's slave?! I know that if he asked me I wouldn't think twice, lol ;) And thanks for the warning about Deeply Offended – they reported you to ff? Bitch! Well, at least you still posted the uncut version on your website. That Harry/Draco/BDSM story...well, lets just say that the page is bookmarked and I visit it a LOT of times, lol! And I didn't know it was you who wrote the Harry/Draco love parody, lmao! Pure brilliance :D

Thanks to Aveeno Babyfor your comments! I hope I updated fast enough for you!!!

Thanks Hokuspokus (love the new nickname!) I'm glad you like both of the stories, lol. I hope I updated fast enough and I hope the MAJOR (Yes, I have to type it in capitals lol) thing that happens in this chapter doesn't disappoint.

Hi Jojo the Jellyfish, thanks for your review! Harry doesn't want to tell Hermione because as revealed in the last chapter, he kind of likes the kinky abuse. And if Draco was giving it, who wouldn't?! As for Voldermort, he isn't gone, but he doesn't make an appearance in the story. He's mentioned a couple of times though, either in this chapter or the next.

Hi PrincessPepper, (Bows at your feet) I can't believe you read my story, I'm so honoured!! Lol, my original plan wasn't to make Draco into a bastard, I wanted to make it a nice love story like yours, but then I tried to write some romance, and I kept comparing it to yours and it didn't match up, so then I made it into a dominance story instead lol. Lol, the question of why Draco lets Harry suck him off is one of the first answered in the story, so I hope you like his reason! Thanks for your comments, I'm seriously so flattered that you read my story! And I hope you like this chapter too. (By the way, you need to update as well :P)

Thanks Picc136 for your comments! Yup, Snape is bordering on evil, maybe even sadistic, and although I haven't thought it out yet, I hope his downfall (if he gets one at all) will be huge! And technically, it was rape, but Harry isn't complaining, if you know what I mean!

Thanks for the review DarkAngel, Yup, Draco was certainly pleased. But if they ever did do it, do you really think that dominant Draco would ever let Harry top? Draco Malfoy aint nobody's bitch, lol!

Thanks to all the reviewers!! And now here's chapter six. (By the way, I wish I hadn't made such a big deal about the MAJOR thing being revealed lol. I don't even know if its that big a deal, but it does change the storyline dramatically lol.) Hope you like it!


"So...what does this mean between us, Draco?"

Harry knew that he had asked a forbidden question when Draco backhanded him neatly across the face. Draco threw his clothes at him roughly.

"Get changed," he said sharply. "The sight of your body is making me ill."

Harry changed as quickly as he could, and then looked at Draco, who was still lying naked, spread out full length on his bed.

"Get out."

The short command was harsh to Harry and he didn't comply with it. He looked at Draco questioningly. Draco grew annoyed.

"Didn't you hear me?" he said. "Get OUT."

"But...I thought that..." began Harry.

"...I loved you?" finished Draco sneeringly. "I'm not queer like you, Potter."

This hurt Harry more than the slap that Draco had given him moments before. His heart raced furiously, and he felt a stirring sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes slowly brimmed with tears. "But, but...you and me, we just..."

"...had sex?" concluded Draco, finishing off Harry's sentence again. He smirked. "I don't know what constitutes as love for you homo's Potter, but sticking your ass in the air while I pound it does not mean I love you. I despise you. I'm doing this because I can't stand you."

Each word stabbed Harry's heart dismally.

"You're just a bitch," Draco said, smiling cruelly. "My bitch. A hole. A whore. A cumdumpster, even. You're my slave. I commanded you to suck me off, and you did. I commanded you to let me fuck you, and you stuck your ass in the air like a cheap hooker. And now I'm commanding you to leave my room and you're not doing it, which might result in me sending out the tapes first thing tomorrow morning."

The last comment snapped Harry back into reality and he shook his head dazedly. He'd forgotten about the tapes, the blackmail, and the emotional cruelty that Draco held over him. When they'd had sex, it was amazing. Draco gave it rough and violent, and although Harry would have preferred it to be passionate, it was sex at the end of it, and he had enjoyed it. He'd felt love for Draco for providing him with this enjoyment, but to have him throw it back in his face, and then degrading him at the same time hurt like hell.

Turning, he picked up the cloak, wrapped it miserably around himself and opened the door to go.

"Same time tomorrow slave," Draco called. Harry closed the door in response.


"I'm just so confused," said Hermione.

"Me too," said Harry glumly.

"I hate him Harry, I really do," confessed Hermione, looking over at Ron sitting next to his brothers as they ate breakfast the next morning, "but at the same time, I love him. I just love him so much."

"I know the feeling," said Harry, looking over at the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there.

"You love him, don't you?" said Hermione softly.

Harry turned to her in shock. She smiled, an expression on her face that Harry couldn't make out.

"W-what?" he stuttered.

"You love Draco," repeated Hermione. "But he's blackmailing you isn't he?"

Harry was stunned. "How do you know?"

Hermione smiled mysteriously. "I just do," she said. "And I'm not hurt by the comments you made, Harry. Everyone gets angry sometimes. I'm more hurt about the fact that you didn't tell me."

Harry went to answer her, but a flurry of owls came in at that moment dropping cassette tapes in front of everyone. At the same time, a giant walked in and everyone screamed, including Harry. He closed his eyes in terror and when he opened them again, he was the only one in the hall. He turned to run, but felt his legs stuck to the floor. As the giant advanced towards him, Harry saw it was Draco. He had his trademark smirk on his face and Harry knew that this meant trouble.

"Time to die, Potter," he said cruelly.

"No," he cried defiantly.

"To think," he continued with a sneer, "that you were put in Gryffindor. This is truly Hufflepuff behaviour."


Harry awoke with a start breathing heavily and rapidly. He sat up, fumbled for his glasses, and put them on, his dorm surroundings sliding back into focus. His heart slowed down a little, and he relaxed, swallowing a couple of times out of fear. It was just a dream.

He crashed back down on his pillow, and then turned it over as it was covered with sweat where he had been tossing and turning furiously. He was used to having such vivid dreams, but after experiencing this one, he felt emotionally guilty. The way Hermione had said, "I was more hurt about the fact that you didn't tell me," made him feel absolutely remorseful. It was just a dream, but that was something that Hermione would say. Why was he keeping it from her?

Because you like what Draco's doing to you said a small voice in the back of his mind. Harry had been fighting it before, but he felt oddly safe in his dorm room, and began to open up to this voice.

"I do like it," he admitted silently to the voice. "But I'm also doing it to protect Hermione. And the others."

Protect them from what?

"From..." and then Harry stopped. What was he protecting them from? "From what I said," he thought falteringly, back to the voice.

Everyone says things they don't mean,said the voice wisely, Look at Ron.

Harry peered back the curtain surrounding his bed slowly. Ron was sprawled out on his back with his mouth open. Harry smiled, and then remembering that he and Ron weren't friends, his smile faded.

"He hates me," he thought to the voice.

Do you hate him?

"No."

Even though he uses your friendship for money?

"NO," thought Harry violently, "No, I didn't mean that when I thought it. I was just in a bad mood."

Ah, said the voice, you didn't mean it.

Harry knew that the voice was right, but he didn't want this to end with Malfoy. "But what if they don't react so nicely?" he thought to the voice, "I'll be hated forever. I don't want that to happen."

Oh stop feeling so sorry for yourself, the voice suddenly snapped. What Malfoy said in your dream was right, you're meant to be a Gryffindor. Face up to the consequences.

Harry sighed. He knew the voice was making sense, but he couldn't give up on Malfoy. "He loves me," he thought softly.

The bruises say different.

"He had sex with me."

He fucked you.

He makes me feel good.

There was a pause.

If this makes you feel good, said the small voice, then why do you feel so worthless?

Harry thought about that for a long time before he drifted back to sleep.


Harry sat nervously in Draco's room finishing his care of magical creatures homework. He hadn't worked up the courage to tell him that it was over yet, and had been putting it off until Draco permitted him to leave. He'd tell him then, and then feign illness the next morning and miss breakfast and everyone's initial reaction, and then maybe he could...

No the voice scolded you'll face up to what you've done and be brave.

He wrote the last sentence on the parchment and looked at Draco nervously, who was busy trying on new robes that his mother had sent him.

"Er...I've finished," he said, not meeting his eyes.

Draco looked at him from the mirror. "Why are you looking so nervous?" he snapped.

"I'm not."

"Then why aren't you looking at me when you talk to me?" he asked. Harry looked at Draco's reflection, but his grey, accusing eyes unnerved him and he looked down to the floor again. Draco marched swiftly over to him and snatched up the parchment.

"You've screwed it up haven't you?" he said, waving the parchment in his face.

"No, no," started Harry, but Draco wouldn't listen. "Take some more of this," he said, holding out some veritaserum, "and then we'll see."

Harry hated taking veritaserum but against his better judgement, he took a tiny sip, wanting to get this whole ordeal over with so he could be released from Draco's hold.

As soon as his eyes dulled over, Draco started asking him questions.

"Did you mess up my homework?" asked Draco.

"No," came the unmotivated response.

"Why were you worried then?" he asked sharply.

"I was scared of telling Draco Malfoy that I no longer wish to be under his control and that he can publish the tapes to whoever he wants," said Harry dully.

Draco's surprise turned to severe range and he drew back his fist to punch Harry in the jaw. Thinking carefully, he lowered his arm and started bombarding Harry with questions.

"Are you prepared to tell Hermione about the blackmail?"

"Yes."

"Shit. Can you honestly take the whole school beating you up constantly if I revealed the tapes?"

"Yes."

"Shit, shit, shit! What about if you were forced to leave Hogwarts because of it, would you still be prepared to do it?"

"Yes."

Draco punched Harry in the gut in frustration. Being under veritaserum, he took the blow, but didn't register the pain. Draco marched around his room in frustration, kicking things as he went past, occasionally kicking Harry too, who sat there obediently, not feeling anything, which infuriated Draco even more.

He asked him more questions where he gave him scenarios where unbearable outcomes occurred. Harry had replied that he would suffer all of them and still let the blackmail end.

Draco didn't know why he was so mad. He wasn't actually scared of getting into trouble for blackmailing him, nor was he scared when he'd be found out of the abuse that he'd put him through. He was just scared of losing Harry. Not in a fag way of course, he thought disgustedly. He didn't love him, not one little bit. And should he take veritaserum, he would have repeated that fact boldly too. But he liked having Harry under his control. It gave him immense power, and immense power was something that appealed to Draco very much. The fact that it was golden-boy Harry that was feeding him this power was even more satisfying, and Draco was desperate to keep him under his thumb for a long time. Sadly, it looked as though it was going to end.

He glanced at the care of magical creatures homework he still had in his hand. Harry's writing was scruffy and illegible and Draco had a hard time reading it.

"Are you sure you did this right?" said Draco.

"Yes," came the monotonous response.

"And it's all correct?" asked Draco suspiciously. "You didn't think you'd pull one over me, now that you want to "come clean," he said, spitting the last words out in a huff.

"Yes."

"Well, lets see then, shall we? Lets go to question number..." his eyes scanned the scruffy writing. "...four," he went on. "What is the... the... I can't read that word... oh, order. What is the order of the... phoenix? I can't even..."

"The order of the phoenix is a secret society founded by Dumbledore," Harry interrupted dully.

Draco stared in fascinated surprise. He was going to ask the difficultly worded question, "What is the order of the phoenix eggs in which they hatch according to size?" but he had a feeling the answer Harry gave led to something big.

"A secret society Dumbledore founded?"

"Yes."

"What does it do?"

"Keeps tabs on death eaters, keeps track on..."

"WHAT?!" Draco asked, in fascinated shock. His mouth was hung open and it slowly turned into a grin. "Tell me everything you know – every little detail – about the order of the phoenix," he said, and grabbed a spare bit of parchment and a quill to write with...


So that was the MAJOR thing, the cliffhanger lol. I'm sorry if I let anyone down who thought that it would be much bigger than that. Aw, I felt sorry for Harry in this one. Draco is so mean, but oh so hot! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please leave reviews! Jordan, xxx.