-Sings- Chapter nine! I'm feeling fine! I'm wasting time! But my time is mine! So it feels divine! That I'm wasting time! Singing about chapter nine! Do not ask WHERE that came from lol.

You lucky readers should know that this story contains homophobia, homosexual content, blood, gore, sex, and lions and tigers and bears, oh my! So if you are squeamish about those "icky" situations between two hot, fuckable, sweaty, sexy boys then I suggest you don't read it.

You'd think that if I legally changed my name to J.K Rowling I'd be able to casually stroll in and take money out of her bank account. Wrong. Apparently you need something like I.D now! What the hell is that about?! I tried to tell them I'm an award-winning author, but they didn't listen! They told me I couldn't be Mrs. J. Rowling because I'm a guy. I said to them "that's sexist" and they told me I was stupid if I thought that I could access a multi million-dollar bank account. I guess the moral of this story is that I'm not J.K so the Harry Potter characters aren't mine –sigh–


Okay, can someone please help me? As you know, or maybe you don't, I am from the UK, and while I know what the "R" rating is (if you're under 17 you have to be with an adult, right?), I don't know what stuff I can include. I've looked at the American MPA movie site where it tells you about the ratings, but it doesn't tell you how much sex or more specifically, gay sex, you can include. Now in the UK, I know that it can't be graphic, but there's films on gay sex, even between men in their forties and guys as young as fourteen or fifteen which are given the rating "15" which roughly works out at a "PG-13" so I've been told. Now I'm not trying to say my story is PG-13 because I doubt that 13 year olds could read this, but I don't know if it would be considered too explicit for an R rating. I'm really paranoid because one of my friends on here said she's been kicked off here a number of times for publishing stuff that was too raunchy. All I'm trying to say is please, please, PLEASE inform me if you know for sure that it's too explicit, because I don't have a clue. And please tell me first and then give me time to change it, even if you do want to run off to the staff administrators, because it's not fair that I don't know. Okay, thank you
Lets move onto the reviews. I have three at the moment –glares– I don't know WHY my readers feel the need to have those things called lives, but lets get one thing straight shall we? When I update you MUST come straight to your computer and tell me how brilliant/excellent/beautiful I am, even if that means staying on your computer 24 hours a day for your entire life! -Cries- I'm just jealous because I don't have a life lol, j/k.

First of all thanks to killer-the-cat who feels really bad for Harry. Lol, I sort of feel bad for him, but I feel sorry for Draco more, lol. Thanks for the review, and I hope I updated fast enough for you!

Next thanks to anonymous even though they're not really anonymous, its really cmere1 with her famous 1.5 page Microsoft word essay lol. Erm okay, try not to be angry when I tell you how long I'm gone for, okay? -mumbles- three years. But before you cry/scream/get over it and watch Harry Potter and read slash fics/ let me explain something. I'm gone for three years, but I'll be back home often. The first year is set out like this: I leave in a week (Sunday) and I'm not back until December, at which point I'm back for a whole month. Then I leave again in January, and not back until March, where I'm here for a whole month again, before leaving in April, coming back in June, and then I don't leave again until October. All this plus odd weekends and it'll seem like the time will fly by. And are you kidding me?! Of COURSE it's a consolation. You're like the gay-slash-loving American friend I never had. (Only, I sort of do have you as a friend so you're more like the gay-slash-loving American friend I DID have. Or do have? -Confused-.)
Oh, and I didn't mean to upset you, when I said I relate to Draco, I didn't mean through abuse, or bullying, or orally raping and backhanding others, but he was just easy to write, like I could feel his feelings. I don't know why, maybe we're brothers? Maybe it's destiny that Tom and me will be together forever –sighs dreamily–
And YES you have to write chapter three of the BDSM story! And maybe chapter four too –gives you a sad puppy dog look– you know, for a kind of leaving present? Those nights alone are sure gonna be hard with no mental image to look forward to in my mind, if you know what I mean –wink–
Lol I'm glad those two parts made you laugh, but uh...yeah, its kinda strange how the Pansy comment made you laugh lol. And I'm running around in circles because I'm making Draco hit Harry and I'm making Harry take it, but then Draco thanks Harry for caring, which means there is hope for Draco after all, but Draco is just a heartless prick isn't he? I'm just confused, and its all going on in my mind lol.
Well, I better get started on the writing...I have a smutty, sexy, sweaty, sleazy, (insert other hot word beginning with S here) bedroom scene to write. Lol, thanks for the review, and please, please, please still be my faithful friend when I return lol.

And last but definitely not least thanks to Gold Silk! Lol, steady on, violent girl! Punch Ron and the twins all you want, but you have to get past me to punch my poor Draco! Leave him alone, he's mine!!! -cackles wickedly- Lol, thank you for your comments!!

Thanks to all of the reviewers! And with that, lets get on with the story...


Hidden by his invisibility cloak, Harry positioned himself outside the Slytherin common room, waiting for someone to enter or leave it. Glancing around the corridor again, he saw that nobody was there, and his heart gave a lurch of desperateness at the thought of a fuming Draco waiting impatiently for him.

But would Draco be impatient? Would he punish him? He certainly acted like every bit of his old self earlier that night, cocky and arrogant, mean, selfish, spiteful little prick. But amidst his usual horribleness lay a different side of Draco he had never seen before. It frightened him, because as everything in his world was changing, Draco had always remained the same. The one he hated, his sworn enemy. Even when he had something to hold over Harry, he still remained his conceited self, and it gave Harry an odd sense of reassurance. And now, with this vulnerability shown, where did he stand?

This question was soon answered however, when the door swung open suddenly, and a fifth year Slytherin clambered out of the hole. Harry dodged him neatly and climbed through the hole himself, before making his way up to the dormitories. As the faraway sound of the clock chimed ten, Harry rushed down the winding familiar corridors and made his way to Draco's private bedroom. When he arrived, he slowly pushed open the door, and saw Draco sitting with his back to him on the bed.

He shut the door softly behind him, and took off his invisibility cloak. He gave a little cough so Draco knew he was there. He turned around and smiled his trademarked twisted smirk.

"You're late," he informed Harry, slinking over to him. Harry shook his head.

"No, Draco, it's just gone ten," he gabbled. "And I –"

"Just gone ten," Draco echoed Harry's words. "Gone ten. In other words, later than the time you were supposed to meet me, which means I am right," and he grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair, "and you are wrong," and with that, with one hand still clutching his hair, he knocked Harry backwards. Harry hit his head off the floor, and a vibrating pain soared through his head, making him grit his teeth trying to will the throbbing away. Draco sneered at his lowly position, and kicked him once in the ribs. While Harry held his hands up to his head, Draco straddled him, positioning his knees either side of Harry's shoulders, and sat down applying his full weight onto his chest, He took a hold of Harry's wrists and forced them above his head.

He leaned his face close to Harry's. "Get me off," he commanded, and released his vice like grip on his wrists. He leaned back, still pinning Harry down with his weight, and felt his dick throb as Harry's fingers brushed against his jeans, fumbling with the zip. Draco waited for a moment, and then threw his head back and uttered a low moan when he felt the warmth of Harry's hot mouth on his possession. His breath quickened and he felt his hips slightly jutting forward towards Harry's face. Instead, he grabbed the back of Harry's head and forcefully pushed it up and down on his dick. Draco uttered a series of moans that got louder until one particularly loud moan with a final thrust of his hips and a push on Harry's head finished him off. As he deposited into his mouth, his breaths came slower, and he shook his slick hair out of his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Harry's chin, who eagerly stuck his tongue out and lapped it up, his own sweat from his forehead glistening.

Still sitting on top of him, Draco slowly took his dick out of Harry's mouth, neither of them exchanging words, the only sound in the room being slowed panting. Draco was burning up, despite having took off his robe already, and pulled off the shirt he was wearing underneath. He looked into Harry's eyes and stiffened as he saw the boy ogling his body with looks of horror. He looked down and the familiar ugly bruises that adorned his body greeted him. He shot off Harry, and scrambled backwards into a corner of the room.

"Get out," he said, trying to sound aggressive. It sounded more like a desperate plea.

Harry stood up tentatively and walked over to Draco, who pushed himself further into the corner.

"Get out," he cried again, sounding desperate. Harry continued to walk towards him, his face the very epitome of sadness. "Draco..." he whispered.

"Harry, just please, just get out, GET OUT," he whimpered, vaguely aware of the first name slip. He looked up at Harry standing over him and cowered. Harry stared at this figure of power that sat hunched up into the corner of the room like a frightened animal. He brought a hand close to Draco's chest, who shrank back afraid.

"I'm warning you..." Draco cried desperately. Harry took no notice, and brushed his finger delicately against a particularly nasty looking purple bruise on his chest.

"I fell down the stairs," Draco lied. Harry looked at him through his bright green eyes, and met Draco's dark grey ones. It was as though he was looking straight into Draco's mind, and Draco didn't like that at all.

"I was clumsy," he stammered, "and I fell down the stairs."

"You were kicked," Harry said quietly. Draco looked up horrified.

"I wasn't," he insisted, though his voice tone had gotten flatter.

"You were kicked," Harry repeated quietly, and without warning lifted up the side of his shirt and revealed a faded circular bruise that was just beginning to fade back to his original skin tone.

"Did...did I do that?" asked Draco in part horror, part admiration. Harry shook his head. "My uncle...a couple of months ago. Before term started." He let his shirt fall back into place and stared at Draco.

"My um...my father," he mumbled, staring fixatedly on the door, determined not to look at Harry. "We had an argument..." he suddenly remembered what he had earned the bruise for. "...It was over something trivial, something stupid," he gabbled quickly. Harry didn't say anything, but continued to stroke Draco's chest softly.

"You don't deserve this," Harry whispered. Draco bit his bottom lip hard and stared at the door even harder. As his tooth bit into the flesh, warm blood filled his mouth and he swallowed it soothingly. "You're...beautiful," came Harry's voice again.

Draco let out a low cry as his eyes threatened to leak tears. The door became a slight hazy blur, he bit onto his lip so hard the cut became deeper, and a bloody river flowed neatly down his throat. He wasn't weak. He was strong. He couldn't listen to Harry, he was getting too close. He needed to do something; he needed to push him away. He needed to...

Draco kicked out full force at Harry's chest who fell on the floor heavily, caught off guard by Draco's sudden mood swing. Draco, stood up, still naked, his hands balled into fists. He was shaking with rage, even though hot tears streamed down his cheeks and his voice broke with sadness.

"Get out, NOW," he shouted. Harry picked up his invisibility cloak and made his way over to the door without saying a word. He looked back at Draco, his beautiful forbidden desire, and wrapped the invisibility cloak around him. Draco saw the door open, and close again.

Draco stayed in the same position for a while, standing there with his fists clenched by his sides, before fresh tears forced their way out of his system.

"Why do I push everyone away," he cried. "IT'S YOUR FAULT," he suddenly shouted, "It's your fucking fault." He bounded around his room, tipping books off of one of the shelves. He marched over to his desk, tears streaming down his face, and forcefully pushed the contents off of it.

"It's your fucking fault I hate you," he screamed, picking up the chair next to his desk and chucking it across the room. With that final burst of defiance he sank onto the floor, sobbing his heart out. He took in big gulps of air trying to calm himself down, which just dissolved themselves into fresh tears.

"It's your fucking fault," he repeated, and savagely dug his sharp nails into his chest. He dragged them down brutally, and then winced slightly as they came in contact with a bruise. He took his fingers away hesitatingly, and then pushed them against the bruise, full force. He let out a howl of pain, but didn't take his fingers away, twisting them in deeper and deeper against the bruise.

"I hate you," Draco insisted, finally letting up. His face was red and blotchy, and he was shivering slightly. "I fucking hate you," he said.


Harry watched all of this from the safety of his invisibility cloak, stunned. As Draco shivered, he shivered too, wrapping his cloak around him tighter. He wasn't cold though. Just afraid.
I don't know if I explained that last part well. Basically, Harry never left the room. He was watching the whole thing. Well, well, well, poor Draco. :( I feel sorry for him. I want to comfort him and hug him and take advantage of him...oops, did I let that one slip out? –smacks hand– naughty, lol. Anyway, please review, you know I love them! Take care, hope you enjoyed the chapter, from Jordan xxx.