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Warning- This story is a slash and is very graphic. WATCH OUT!!

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Chapter 8: Pain, Pleasure, Perfect

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I sigh heavily. I'm stuck in Potions and Snape is making us do bookwork. I don't know why, but I have a feeling it has to be because Potter spilled a potion last week all over him. Clumsy wanker needs to learn how to bloody walk.

I lean back in my chair when Pansy slaps my arm. I down at her with a questioning look. She points at the note on the table. "It's from Potter." She whispers.

I roll my eyes. "Why would Scarhead write me?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I don't know but it came from his direction." She says.

I grab the note and open it up.

Malfoy,

Our classroom. After class.

Potter

I crumble up the note and shove it in my pocket. Wonder what that's about.

"What did the note say?" Pansy asks.

I tense up. "He was just going off on me." I lie.

Pansy smirks. "Your meeting him after class aren't you?" She asks. Damn, she's good.

I scoff. "No! Are you bloody insane! It's Potter for Merlin sake!" I growl.

She taps my nose. "Draco, you can't lie to me." She says.

"I do all the time."

"About what?"

"Bollocks."

"That's not an answer!"

"Is now."

Pansy leans back in her chair and huffs. "You're a arsehole." She growls.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"MALFOY! PARKINSON! Be quiet or I'll have to take a point off Slythrin!" Snape growls. I roll my eyes. He wouldn't dare take points from his beloved house.

"He's so full of bollocks." Pansy says.

I smirk. "You read my mind." I say.

I glance up at Snape. He's shaking with anger. "You know what? Class dismissed before I do something I'll regret." He snarls and I smile. I knew that would get him. I glance over at Potter. His head is hanging and...is that a hint of a blush?

Pansy looks up at me. "Drac, I know where not going out but please don't shag Potter." She says, sort of begging.

I lift her chin I bit more with my hand, softly. "Pans, I'm gonna go shag Potter and your not gonna stop me." I say and leave.

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I walk into the classroom and I see Potter standing there. His eyes are sad and he's glaring at me. His hands are balled into fists and he looks as if he could kill me.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask, smirking evilly. Like I don't know already.

Potter rolls his eyes and scoffs. "What's WRONG with me?! Maybe it's the fact that you ruined my relationship with Ginny!" He growls.

I roll my own eyes now. "Are you still going on about that?!" I ask.

"Ginny meant a lot to me!" He yells.

"Oh sod off, Potter! I was doing you a favor." I growl. I begin to move closer to him. He tenses. "You're a faggot and you bloody well know it."

"I am not!" Potter barks.

I reach down and grab him through his trousers. His eyes widen and his erection starts in my hand. "You say no, but this says yes." I coo into Potter's ear.

Potters eyes squeeze close and he bites his lower lip. He whimpers. "I-I'm not like you." He breathes.

I undo Potter's trousers and yank them and his boxers down to his knees. I run my hand up and down his dick. "You can't lie to me, Potter." I whisper, my lips ghosting his ear.

If I weren't so close, I would have missed the sexiest moan ever. "Let go of m-me, Malfoy." He tries to say, demandingly.

I squeeze the shaft. Potter gasps and leans against me. "You want me to stop, but you lean against me. You're a bloody wanker." I growl softly, still stroking.

"Hurt me, M-Malfoy."

I stop and looks down at Potter. Did he say what I think he said?! "What?" I ask.

"I want you to make 'it' hurt." Potter begs. I mentally groan. Oh he's a wet dream come true!

I slam Potter against the wall and dig my nails into Potter's erection. Potter cries out in pain, but his cock twitches. "So, you want it like this, Scarhead?" I growl. Potter didn't answer. I strike him across the face. His glasses fly off his face and to the other side of the room. "Answer me!"

Potter's eyes look down. "Yeah like this." He barley speaks.

I force Potter's head back and it hit's the brick wall. I press my lips against his, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I taste the sweet taste of innocence. I rip off Potter's shirt. Still the same scars from before. I wonder where he got them.

I squeeze Potter's dick as hard as I could and he lets out a strangled groan. He's panting hard against my shoulder. With my free hand I scrap my nails against Potter's chest, drawling blood. I lean down and lick a bit of it up. Yum. Potter shudders.

I let go and let Potter slide against the wall and to the floor. He begins to stroke himself. I kick him hard. He yelps. "If you come, I will chop off your cock and make you fuck yourself with it and that's a promise." I growl. Potter quickly releases himself and rests his hand on the floor.

I undo my trousers and yank them off. I pull Scarhead to his feet. I press the front of him hard against the wall. With my foot, I pull his trousers down to his feet. He kicks them off. I press against Potter, not entering just yet.

"Oh, Potter-boy, is this what you wanted?" I coo evilly into his ear.

"Yes." He says, ashamed in himself.

"Tell me you're a faggot." I growl.

"I'm a faggot." He grumbles.

"Say 'I'm the-boy-who-lived and I love being abused.'"

He winces. Oh just admit it, Potter. You know it's true. "I'm the-boy-who-lived and I love being abused." He whispers.

I reach in front of Scarhead and softly stroke his aching dick. "One last thing." I whisper. I begin to nibble on his neck.

"W-What's that?" He half-moans.

"Tell me you want me."

He's silent. I feel my anger and sadness begin to overflow. I dig my nails into his erection and cause him to yelp.

"Tell me, Potter." I grit though my teeth.

"I...want you...Malfoy."

With that; I shove myself into Potter. Scarhead cries out and throws his head back. I pull out and slam back in, feeling the blood all over Potter and me. I look down and Potter has tears slipping from his eyes as he lays his head on the wall and takes the pain.

I close my eyes. For some reason, seeing Potter cry is really getting to me. I pump Potter roughly and I thrust in and out of his tight entrance. I bite down on his neck and pant, "Harry" softly and repeatedly. I take my other hand and run it on his chest. I hear him sniffling and moaning.

I close my eyes. I'm so close. Scarhead moans loudly and I feel his essence on my hand. That set me over the edge and I let out a strangled moan as I come inside of him. Potter's body goes limp under me and we both collapse to the floor.

I lay there, trying to regain my breath. Merlin, I've NEVER had that good of a shag ever! My heart is beating so fast, I feel like I just played the most intense game of Quidditch ever.

I feel a body close to mine. Potter. I slightly open my eyes to see him asleep and his face tear streaked and sweaty. His Gryffindor tie his hanging loosely around his neck as my Slythrin one matches his. I run a hand through his sweaty brown hair and sigh. I shakily stand and look for my trousers. I see them and grab my wand and do a cleaning and dressing spell for myself and Potter.

I try to straighten my hair, but its not like it's gonna matter. With a flushed face, sweat drenched hair and still panting slightly, people have gotta know I just came from a romp with someone.

I lean down and kiss Potter's temple. I'm gonna hate myself for saying this, but I feel...bad...for Scarhead. I shake that thought of my head. No! He deserves everything that comes to him. I look down at him and bite my lower lip. Maybe he didn't intend to get my father in general sent away. Maybe he pictured him as JUST a death eater.

I then glare at him. No. He knew Lucius is my father. He had every intention to make my life as shitty as his. He wants me to feel how he bloody feels all the time.

Potter switches sides and groans. I think I hurt him when we shagged.

"Hurt me, M-Malfoy."

I roll my eyes. He asked for it. With that thought, I head for the door. I see Potter's glasses. I grin evilly and stomp on them with my boot before leaving.

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Author's Note: Yeah, I'm updating AGAIN! I swear there's something wrong with me. Is anyone else enjoying the conflict Draco is having with himself? I think it funny. One second, he's seeing Harry as a cool guy and then he sees him as he usually does a second later! I wonder what side he's going to settle with. Oh and Snape is gonna have a HUGE part in the story later on. (grins) You'll find out later. I'm not spilling anything. You'll just have to wonder. By the looks of the ways that I keep updating, you'll find out pretty soon. Oh and if I spelled Draco's fathers name wrong, please tell me so I'll know for later chapter. I don't want to seem like a moron and keep spelling it wrong. Whelp keep sending those awesome reviews and I'll keep updating. Later!!