Revenge Is So Sweet
A strong R (Will raise soon)
Harry/Draco
Note- In Draco's POV
SPOILER! BASED IN 6TH YEAR!
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Chapter 1: "You Can't Fight Me, Cause I Quit"
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I push Potter against the wall. I'm determined to kill him tonight. "I fucking hate you, Potter." I growl.
He just stands there. "Everyone does nowadays." He says, sadly.
"Not like I do." I sneer. "You got my father sent away to Askaban." This has been going on since we got back to Hogwarts. I've planed to make Potter's life a living hell. I've already given him a black eye and we've only been back 4 days. I call it a 'welcome back' gift.
I press his head against the brick wall. He isn't even budging. "I'm not going to fight you, Malfoy." He says, simplily.
I slam the side of his head on the wall this time. He hisses but doesn't turn around to fight. I know I had to of hurt him. "If you kill me, no one's gonna care." He mopes.
I slap the back of his black, moppy head of hair. "Quit feeling fucking sorry for yourself." I snap.
"Have you ever thought that maybe I'm a little to mature to be going around beating my enemy senseless?" He says, his voice with a bit more of a bite to it. Thatta boy, Potter. Defend yourself.
I pull on his hair and push him harder into the wall. I'm pressing him into the wall with my own body. I see the tears fill his eyes.
"Your right, Potter. I AM too mature to just be hurting my enemy. I'd just better kill his arse." I sneer.
"Speaking of my arse, do you mind?" He says.
I look down at him. "What in bloody hell are you talking about?" I growl.
"Would you mind getting your hard-on away from my arse?"
I slam his head into the wall and practily run away, paling. I swerve into a classroom. Damnit! This happens all the fucking time now! I'll just be beating Potter senseless and then I'll be too into it to realize how fucking turned on I am.
I watch Potter pass the classroom and I fall to my knees. I'm some sadistic bastard. Getting a boner over beating someone up. But that's just my father in me. He's a sick freak like that too.
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I sit in my seat in Potion's class. Potter drags in and he has a bruised cheek from yesterday. I smile knowing that I'm the one who gave 'the-boy-who-lived' a bruised cheek. He can beat the dark lord but he can't beat a Malfoy. How pathetic.
Snape stomps in, like he always does, and goes to the front of the classroom. "You all have a project. It will be due by Friday..." He starts. I mentally groan. Shit Snape! Your only giving us 2 days for one of YOUR projects!? "...I'll be doing the parings. Longbottom and Weasley...Parkinson and Granger...Malfoy and Potter..."
I smirk. Oh this is too good. Alone with Potter. No teachers, no Gryffindorks to back him up... Oh yes, Potter. Revenge is so sweet.
I sat through the hour of Potions, hanging on for the next minute. It was my last class of the day and that meant I get to spend some 'quality time' with Scarhead.
I stand by the door and wait for Potter to come out. He eventually does and stands in front of me. He looks up. "Let's get this over with." He says, unenthused.
I drag him by the back of him robe to an abandon classroom down the hall. I throw him in there and he crashes to the floor. I lock the door with a simple spell.
"Well, well. Snape really is my favorite teacher." I say.
Potter looks up at me, his green eyes full of fear. I smirk down at him. There's something about him that makes him...dare I say it?...sexy when he's vulnerable like that. Him looking at me like that sends sparks to my cock. Thank god for school robes cause I'm getting an erection right now.
I yank Potter up by his hair. He squints his eyes to fight back the tears of pain. I bring his face to mine and forcefully kiss him. He wouldn't kiss back. I strike him hard across the face with a closed fist.
"Kiss me back you Gryffindor Whore." I growl.
Tears stream down his face and I feel his arms wrap around me. I force my tongue into his mouth and he hesitantly rubs his tongue one mine. I force my tongue as far back in his throat as I could. Scar-boy began to choke.
I push him off of me and wipe my mouth off. He falls to the ground and begins to sob. I kick him. "Don't cry like a little baby. Take it like a fucking man." I growl. I bend down. Potter kept his head down. I grab a handful of hair and yank his pathetic head up.
"You better be here tomorrow night with the whole project done. If not..." I yank harder on his hair. He yells out in pain. "...And it will be MUCH worse."
I let go of his head and walk out of the room; kinda proud, sort of happy, overly horny.
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Authors Note: Hey everyone! How are we? Do you guys like the first chapter of this story. I thought it seemed kinda disturbing after I re-read it. I've read it to my friend and she thought it was interesting and really cool. In this story; I wanna see how disturbing I can get. I know there's going to be many violent scenes and a handful of drug and rape scenes. (I've written 6 chapters already.) If any of those things bother you, don't read the rest of this story. I probably just lost all of my people for saying that but you guys had a right to know how bad its gonna get. Well please review and I'll see you all in the next chapter. Later!