Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning- This is a SLASH! (I forgot to put that in the first chapter.)
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Chapter 2: One Warning
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I sit in the back of the library and sigh. It's good to have Potter so scared of me. I don't have to do a thing anymore. Why didn't I do this YEARS ago? But what if he gets a backbone and begins to fight back? I lean back in my chair. I'll just have to get rougher on his arse.
Weasley comes up to me, fire burning in his eyes. "What did you do to Harry?" He growls.
I look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What in bloody hell are you talking about, Weasel?" I snap.
"Harry's afraid to turn the damn corner alone!" He shot at me. "Don't lie. I KNOW you must have something to do with it."
I try to look as innocent as I can. "I couldn't have anything to do wif widdle Potter's fear." I say, evilly.
Weasley rolls his hands into fists. "I could just punch you, you bloody ferret." He growls.
I smirk. "Do it. Potter's making things much too easily." I say.
Weasely swings and I grab his fist. I punch him in his stomach. He falls to the ground after making an 'ompf' sound. "Your JUST as easy as Potter." I say and stand. As I walk over him, I made sure to kick him in the face.
"If...you touch...Harry again..." He starts.
I spin around. "What are YOU gonna do? You couldn't even protect yourself a second ago." I state.
I stomp away and down the hall. I can't believe Weasely thinks he's going to kick my arse. He such an red-headed git. I was so much into my thoughts that I ran into some small figure. The person fell to the ground and dropped all their books. I bend down to help. Then I noticed the scar. It's Potter.
I smirk. "How's the project going, Scarhead?" I ask, evilly.
He glares up at me. "Just fine, Malfoy." He growls.
I see the bruise on his cheek. It's completely black and blue. "I like the touch on your cheekbone. It leaves a nice complexion." I say.
I notice that Potter's eyes darken with anger. I grin. "Leave me alone." He demands.
I shrug. "I'll let you alone for awhile. But remember; Abandon classroom with the project. Make sure it's perfect. Father told Mum that he wants my grades to be extra good with him gone." I say and walk away.
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I sit on a table, waiting for Potter to show up. I look at a clock on the wall. He's late. I huff and lean back. I rest my weight on my arms. I look up at the ceiling. I'm gonna kill him.
Potter runs in, panting. What's with him? Did he just run from a romp with Weasley? "I...just got done." He pants and hands me the parchment.
I snatch it and begin to read. Misspelled word...misspelled word...that line isn't working in that paragraph... "Potter, this is horrible!" I growl.
"Next time you do it."
I glare at him and lounge at his body. He crashes onto his back. I sit on his stomach. His green eyes are wide and his hair was back so I could see his disgusting scar. I run a finger on that stupid lighting bolt. He began to squirm.
I slap Potter. "Would you stop fucking moving for about 15 seconds please." I growl.
"Come on, Malfoy! Don't fight with me! I-I'll redo it!" He begs. I mentally groan. I love it when he begs me.
"Does it look like I care?" I growl.
Potter stayed quiet.
"So fucking deal with it." I say, angrily.
I felt my erection growing by the second. I love a submissive Potter. I press myself against his thigh. His eyes widen. "Oh Merlin..." He breathes.
I grin. "I'm feeling nice today, Scarhead. Rewrite the essay and I'll let you off easy." I say and stand.
He shakily stand and then bolts out of the room. I defiantly need to go wank off now.
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Author's Note: Sorry this is so short. I think this is my worst chapter yet. (And I've already written 7 chapters.) The next chapter is short too, but it's not TOO bad. I just read in my PSM magazine that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban comes out on DVD October 19! YAY! I get to see my Draco! I'm so happy. I have a rant about that movie but I really do not feel like typing about it. Maybe in the next chapter I'll feel like complaing but I've been doing that all day today. Whelp, I've got other stories to update. Later.