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dairygirl: no, he won't be going back. But, I'm not going to tell you what happens, because I'm not even sure what's going to happen. I have a fairly good idea, but I'm sure things will change. It tends to happen when a new idea pops into my head. Then again, maybe he will return, but the chances are highly unlikely. A REALLY good idea has to pop into my head for me to change that. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Sirius-Hotness: I completely agree with you. I feel bad for Draco as well.

fifespice: I know. Buy hopefully it will get better soon.

chaeli.meep.: lol. Do you really like it that much? And I'm not really sure how this is going to turn out. But, I'm glad you like it.

A/N: There's a bit of a confliction with me on how I want this story to go, PLUS - I don't have that much time...I'm leaving for a few months (about three and a half, I think.) But, I'll try to update as much as I can and as soon as I can when I get back. I'm leaving on 16 August. Don't be mad! It's not my fault, nor do I have a choice. You guys just have to be patient. I love you guys! (And hopefully this isn't the last chapter before I leave. Just fair warning before you guys get too into it. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't read it!)

later!

-DP (lol...Draco Potter)

Chapter 3

It was early in the morning when Harry awoke the next day. He wasn't even sure how early, but it had to be early...or late. There was a warm arm wrapped around his waist. He didn't need to turn to see who it was, he would bet his life on who it was. Draco's breath tickled the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. Draco stirred but didn't wake. Harry let out a sigh of relief only to choke on it when the blond pulled him closer. He was quite sure that wasn't Draco's wand poking at him between the legs.

Harry suddenly turned very red. Beat red - and yet he was finding this extremely - arousing.

'Good morning, Harry,' Draco whispered against his lover's neck, and Harry launched himself out of bed. He looked back at Draco, his eyes wide with surprise before stalking hastily to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leant against it.

After a moment, he heard the sound of Draco's bare feet hitting the stone floor as he approached the door. 'Harry?' he waited for an answer. Harry opened his mouth but he was too slow. 'Are you going to answer me?'

'What is it?'

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you off like that,' said Draco through the door, his voice muffled. 'I'm just - frustrated. I'm a Veela. I'm a sex maniac...I can't help it.'

He sighed. 'Now, will you open the door? I really have to pee.'

Harry backed off from the door slowly and opened the it. He watched in the mirror as Draco slowly walked in, only tearing his eyes away to look up at Draco himself when the blond closed the door, his fingers peeling away from the knob. 'Harry. You can't keep hiding. You and I are going to have to talk eventually.'

Harry nodded slowly, looking down at his hands. 'I know.'

'Harry, you're going to fit in just fine here. Everyone loves you. Besides, you're a Slytherin now, you have to start acting like one.'

'I thought you said you needed to use the toilet?'

Draco pulled away and headed towards the toilet. 'Yeah, that too.'

Harry made to open the door to leave, but the door was locked. 'Don't bother,' said Draco. 'I locked it and only I can unlock it.'

'Then unlock it so I can leave. I really don't want to be here right now.'

'No,' Draco said simply without even looking up.

'Please,' said Harry, his back still to Draco.

'No.'

'Why? I want to go to breakfast.'

'It's two o' clock in the morning. And you and I have to talk anyway.'

'How do you know what time it is? There aren't even any windows around here,' asked Harry.

'It's called a watch and it works quite well, in fact,' said Draco while showing him the watch around his wrist. Harry didn't say anything so Draco began again. 'I don't see why my Harry had to leave just so you could live. Like he was pushed to the side so you could bother this life. Where did he go...why are you so important?'

Harry closed his eyes and suddenly felt flooded with greif and pain. His chest tightened. 'I don't know.'

'He was sweet and kind. Everyone loved him...even the teachers. He paid so much attention to his studies. Top grades - even beyond that filthy little Gryffindor - the stuck up little shit, Granger,' Draco explained. 'But, when we were alone - he was someone completely different. His entire demeanor would change. He'd become more dominant - more in control of himself. He was a dark character that needed to be let out every once in a while. And I loved it - and I miss it. But, the chances of him coming back to me...' Draco was now very close to Harry, slightly taller than the brunet. He trapped him by placing his hands on the wall on each side of Harry's head. '...are lower than zero. And I have to accept that, just like you have to accept being a Slytherin now - and that your past is of no significance in this life. You're going to need to change...before the other Slytherins find out what's going on. They aren't stupid - they can tell when the Prince of Slytherin is out of character, and sweetheart - saying you were out of character is like saying Dumbledore looks a little young for his age. Being nice.'

Harry averted his eyes, feeling embarrassed by the lack of personal space between them.

'Look at me,' Draco commanded, and Harry did. Although, Draco crushing his lips to his was the last thing he expected. He felt Draco's tongue slipped past his lips, opening his mouth.

Harry gasped and tried to push Draco away. The blond laughed. 'C'mon, Harry. I know you're stronger than that.'

'I'm not...'

'PUSH ME, HARRY!' Draco yelled in his face, more frustrated than angry. 'YOU'RE UP AGAINST THE BLOODY DOOR! USE IT FOR LEVERAGE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!'

Harry flinched as Draco yelled. 'I can't...'

Draco shoved him hard against the wall. 'HIT ME!'

'Stop it! I won't,' cried Harry.

'Fine!' Draco said through clenched teeth. He suddenly started unbuttoning Harry's shirt.

'What are you doing!' asked Harry trying to beat Draco's hands away from him only to have them even more demanding to get his shirt off. As soon as the last button was undone, Draco nearly ripped the shirt down Harry's shoulders and stepped aside.

'LOOK!' He pointed to the mirror furiously. 'LOOK AT WHAT THE FUCK YOUR FATHER DID TO YOU!' he screamed.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at his bare chest and arms. Scars. Deep scars, and they were everywhere. Lash mark and cuts ran down his chest and arms. There were some along the rim of his trouser that looked like they may go further.

'If you think that's bad, then maybe it's not that good of an idea to look at your back,' said Draco in no more than a whisper. Harry looked at him incredulously, and Draco nodded. Slowly he turned around and turned his head slightly to look at the mirror - and winced. It was horrific. Words of hate and disgust were cut into his back. "I hate you" and "I'll kill you" were carved none too neatly - the others more revolting, which only made Harry tear his eyes away.

'See! Do you see what I've been telling you?' asked Draco.

'Shut up!' Harry cried angrily, who didn't even bother to look up.

'NO!' Harry flinched again. 'I WANT YOU TO FUCKING SEE WHAT HARRY'S SEEN! I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO HIM IN ORDER FOR YOU TO BECOME THE SLYTHERIN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE!'

'I DON'T WANT TO BE A SLYTHERIN!'

'YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE!' Draco yelled back. 'YOU TOOK HARRY AWAY FROM ME, SO YOU'RE GOING TO DO THINGS MY WAY! GOT IT?'

Harry felt his anger begin to rise. 'Fuck you!' he cried as he shoved Draco back against the bathroom counter.

He laughed. 'Finally! He gathered enough anger to throw me back against the bloody sink. Brilliant job, Harry. Brill! But it's not GOOD ENOUGH' he said and suddenly became angry again. 'NOW HIT ME! YOU'VE GOT THE POWER AND STRENGTH! USE IT! HIT ME!'

'I won't!' said Harry.

'I SAID YOU DON'T HAVE A BLOODY CHOICE! WHAT PART OF THAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I'M NOT LETTING YOU OUT OF THIS BATHROOM UNTIL I GET SOME THINGS ACROSS TO YOU!'

'Please, don't make me,' said Harry.

'DO IT!' Draco was finally losing his temper. He slammed Harry against the wall again and screamed in his face. 'DO IT!'

Harry shoved him off and punched him square in the gut making Draco double over in pain. He groaned and laughed, before he slowly stood back up only to be punched in the jaw. He laughed again after putting a hand to it.

'Nice, Harry, I think you're finally getting it. But you're not aggresive enough...'

'Shut up! Just shut up and let me out!' Harry cried flailing his arms angrily, his breath hard and fast. 'I can't stand you. I hate you.'

Draco laughed again. 'Or what? You'll hit me again? That's what I want you to do. It's how you get rid of your anger and frustration. You hit me. We hit each other. We beat the fucking shit out of each other, Harry! And do you want to know what we do afterwards? When we're bleeding and bruised?'

Harry was still too angry to answer.

'We laugh. Sometimes we even have sex. It's a game, Harry. You taught me that life was a game, you either have to play by the rules, or work your way around them,' he said. 'And this is how we play.'

Harry looked away trying to get his heartbeat back under control. Draco sat on the counter and watched Harry sadly. He wished there was another, easier way to do this like just wish for his Harry back, but...

He stopped his train of thought, angry with himself. He had already cried the night before last while Harry was still in the hospital wing. He couldn't cry now, not with this Harry. He didn't even know him.

I miss you so much, my love, Draco thought as he closed his eyes, willing the tears to subside.

'Are you all right,' asked Harry.

Draco's eyes snapped back open and looked at Harry. He glared at Harry and stood. He came within an inch of his face and whispered. 'Whadda you care?'

Harry looked away, ashamed.

'Whassa matter? Too close?' he smiled wickedly. 'My Harry and I have been closer. Much closer,' he said as he pressed his body flush against Harry's, both of their bare chests connecting, bringing a heated sensation to Harry. He tried to suppress the goosepimples he knew were coming, but there was nothing he could possibly do.

'You like that, don't you?' Draco's breath warmed his ear and he shivered lightly. 'Harry did, too. It's funny - that even with such a different life, you act a lot like him. You just need to learn what he was like to be a Slytherin. And I'm sure that after you get over your shyness, you'll be just as wonderful in bed.'

Draco smirked and continued. 'Your naked body above my own, pounding hard into me. And fucking hell, it feels so good. You would grab my hair and pull my head back, bitting and sucking at my neck before thrusting your tongue in my mouth. You would get so hot, which would get me hot, and soon I would be screaming for more.

'But it wasn't always rough like that,' said Draco as he pulled away, looking Harry right into his large, beautiful emerald-green eyes. 'Sometimes you would make love to me slowly - that or you would get depressed and would ask me to make love to you and make you feel better - feel loved. And no matter what, you would always have someone who loved you, whether it be me, or the Shytherins, or Severus...we love you, no matter what. Even if it's not really my Harry. I will always love you.'

Harry blinked away the tears in his eyes and fell out of Draco's grasp and to the stone floor. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take him away. All I ever wanted was to be loved. My parents ignored me - hated me. And I never knew even a simple friend in my life. I just wanted out of there. I wanted away from everything, so I killed myself, thinking I could finally rest without being worried that someone might try to attack me or play tricks on me in the middle of the night. They hated me. All of the Gryffindors. I never belonged there. I should have taken your hand in friendship that day we met on the train. You warned me about the Weasleys, but I didn't listen, I didn't care. I just wanted someone to love me, even if it were simply platonic... I'm sorry.'

Most of what Draco heard what mummbling through sobs as Harry tried to explain himself. He looked at Harry sadly and realised that he wasn't all that much different from his Harry at all. He just needed someone to help him let out his aggressive side.

Draco knelt in front of Harry and put his hand on his cheek, making Harry look up at him.

'I love you, Harry,' and he leant forward and kissed him, and this time, Harry didn't resist.

TBC