Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!! GOD DAMN! (lol)

Warning- This is a slash and really graphic story. Watch out!!

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Chapter 4: I Was Your Misery

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I go into the classroom to find Potter sitting on a table with his head hanging. He looks like he's been crying. Little pussy.

"I don't want to fight with you Malfoy." He says, softly.

I punch Scarhead and he falls off the table. "I don't bloody care!"

Potter begins to cry. He curls up in a ball. "Please don't do anything!" He begs.

I love it when Potter begs me. It turns me on. I straddle Potter and forcefully kiss him. It's not for love or anything, I'm just turned on by foreplay. He fought to get me off him, but all that was doing was "getting me off."

I pull my wand from my pocket and lock the door and cast a silencing spell. "Guess what that's for, Scarhead." I sneer.

His eyes fill with terror. "Don't you fucking touch me." He sort of snaps. I know he's trying to sound stern, but his attempt sucks.

I grind against Potter and his eyes widen. "I'll touch you whenever the bloody hell I want." I growl.

I kiss him roughly and Scarhead whimpers. He kisses me back, but I can tell he doesn't want to. I trail kisses down his neck and bite down at the skin. He cries out in pain. I hungrily lick at the blood. I moan when the hot liquid mixes in my mouth. Then I hear Potter groan. Like an 'I'm-getting-horny-groan.'

I look down at him to see his eyes where glazed and he was panting slightly. I glare at him. "You fucking queer." I growl. He winces. "And to top it off, your into the sadistic type. You're a fucking weirdo."

I rip Potter's shirt off him and smirk. "The-Boy-Who-Lived" has more than one scar on his body. In fact, his chest is covered in them. I shrug and pull Potter up by his shaggy brown hair.

I look him in the eyes, with death in my own. "Strip me down and suck me off." I demand.

Potter looks away and slowly begins to take my tie off. He fumbles a bit before he eventually gets it off. He drops it to the floor and begins to shakily take off my shirt. He begins to breathe heavy again. I smack the back of his head.

"Your not suppose to be getting off to this, Scarhead." I snap.

"Sor-" I silence him with a simple smack on the head.

He slips off my shirt and starts on my trousers. I roll my eyes and groan in frustration. Can he go any SLOWER!? I push him away and stand. I discard the dress pants and boxers. I return to the floor.

I lean back and balance my upper body on my hand. I grab Potters head and shove him down to my aching erection. He sucks on the tip and I close my eyes. This is going to be the WORST head I'll ever get. He took me further in his mouth. I become frustrated and jerk my hips up, causing Potter to choke.

I fuck his mouth, him barely doing a damn thing. He fondles my sack, but I'm pretty much doing all the work. I push Potter off of me and slam him into the ground. I want Potter to do more but he's bloody boring the shit out of me.

I lift Potter up so that he's on his knees. I can hear him sobbing. Without warning, I shove myself into him. He screams out in pain, while I moan out in pleasure. Nice and tight. He gotta be a virgin. I grin. I always knew I'd always take Potter's virginity. I begin to thrust in and out of him. Every time I enter him, a shriek of pain could come from his mouth. He tightens a bit, moaning. I moan out loudly.

I came finally, digging my nails into Potter's side and getting a gasp from him. I pull out and let him collapse onto the cement floor. I look down at him to find him laying in blood and come. My eyebrow lifts in curiosity. "When the hell did you come?" I ask, doing a cleaning and dressing spell for myself.

"A-A while ago." Potter-boy sniffs. He begins to quietly sob again.

I look down at him and smirk. I feel like I've finally gotten his perfect arse back for ruining my family. I turn and head for the door. I place a hand on the doorknob and it hits me. I look over at Potter. "If you tell a fucking soul on what happened here, I WILL kill you before I'm shipped off to Askaban." I threaten.

In-between sobs, I'm pretty sure I heard an "Ok." I take that as a shot to waltz out of the room.

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As I sit in Defense Against The Dark Arts, I keep glancing over at Potter. He looks like shit. He looks bad. But its not like I care or anything. I've gotten my payback, now I'm good.

Pansy leans over to me. "Potter looks deathly. Wonder what's wrong with him." She whispers.

"Maybe he's dying." I growl.

"I thought that was your job to kill him." She jokes.

"He's not worth going to Askaban for." I state.

She gives me a questioning look. "Draco, you've been talking about killing him since the second week of 1st year! Your just going to give it up like that." She asks.

I nod. "Like I said, he's not worth getting my soul sucked out by a bunch of Dementors for."

Her jaw drops. "You could be more famous than the damn scar on his bloody forehead! You would have followers. Everyone is just waiting for someone to kill him. That person could be you." She says.

I glare down at her. "Do you even listen to a damn thing I say?" I snap.

She stares up at me. Then her eyes widen with a look of disgust. "You've taken a liking to him, haven't you?" She asks, no tone in her voice.

"No I haven't."

"Yeah you have."

"Um no."

"Um yeah."

"I DON'T LIKE HIM!"

People look back at me with a dirty look. I shot one back at them and they return to there work. I look down at Pansy with death in my eyes. She smiles. "Something happened the other night, huah." She asks.

I sit back in my chair and huff. "Nothing happened." I growl. I cross my arms and glare at the table.

"Your such a liar. What happened?" She asks.

I lean over to her and whisper, "I raped Potter. I liked it. Happy now?"

I look down at her and she smirks. "So Draco's a sadistic freak. Who didn't see that coming?" She wonders aloud and returns to her work.

"So your not weirded out?" I ask.

"Of course I am. You had sex with 'The-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived' and LIKED it."

I roll my eyes. Thanks Pansy. You make me feel WONDERFUL about myself.

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Author's Note: Hey! I told you it was graphic. I had to put 2 chapters together to make it this long. The next chapter is long. But it's got some crazy shit going on it that too. Is this story too bad for ? Am I going to get in trouble with it? (Winces) I only have one more 'strike' before my account gets frozen. If I get frozen, I always have Ok gotta change the subject because I'm just rambling. Ok, if ANYONE even was reading "Darkening Days," I'm just letting YOU know that I'm not finishing it. It's a waste of time to type up and no one read it anyway. If you wanna know the ending, E-mail me. Whelp, I'm done. Later.