Draco has fantasies, visions, dreams.

Fantasies of chaining the mudblood up on a wall by her wrists and fucking her just like that. Listening as her cries of terror become moans of helpless pleasure, watching as her struggles to free herself become attempts to get closer, feeling as the trembles of fear fade into a delicious orgasm. Having her body arch against his, her legs winding about his waist to draw him deeper, make him move harder, faster. Of having her over and over in every way possible until she is broken and gagging for it, then snapping her neck when he's through using her body.

Visions of making the Weasel watch it all, forcing him to witness his girlfriend turned into a pathetic mass writhing for Draco's touch. Seeing his muddy eyes fill with hatred as he watches Draco thrust himself inside her very willing body, her begging helplessly and clawing at whatever surface her chained hands can reach as she acheives her own dirty pleasure from it all. Draco smirking as he sees the boy get off on it despite himself; get off on seeing his hated enemy do things to his girlfriend that he would like to do but cant. Cant because unlike Draco, he's been taught that he isn't supposed to just take what he wants, and because his innate sense of propriety wont let him ask. Perhaps Draco will allow Blaise to fuck him as he watches. Might as well let Weasley feel what his precious love is going through, and the odd Blaise always had a thing for the redhead. Force them to watch each other getting a sick, twisted pleasure out of being used, taken for someone else's enjoyment. Kill the mudblood first, torturing Wesley with the scene of his beloved's last moments and when he is finished crying and cursing and trying to get away, bludgeon him to death and dump their bodies in some remote location.

Dreams of Harry. Of sweat slicked flesh arching into his mouth and hands and soft cries of pleasure. Of seeing his face flushed and eyes dilated in helpless love. Of taking him over and over again and allowing himself to be taken. Sweet and slow or hard and fast. Of days spend lazing in bed, making love. Wonderful, beautiful dreams.

Draco dreams of telling Harry of what he has done and watching those impossibly green eyes turn from warm and loving to completely cold hatred in seconds flat. Of knowing a split second before Harry reaches for his throat that he is going to die, and die by the hands of his own personal tormenter, his love, his everything.

Dreams of the satisfaction of a job well done as Harry breaks before his eyes, turning into a shell of what he once was, and what he could have been...just before his vision goes dim and his life runs out. Dreams of making his revenge complete as Harry loses his best friends and his lover in one fell swoop.

No one, but no one rejects Draco.