One too strong to fight
Before I begin this chapter I would like to say that no two stories are the same, I write the stories I write because I want to write them and not for people who insist that Goth or Slytherin Harry is over done or those that assume that this will be a predictable story. Thank you to all those that reviewed and I have nothing to say to those who flamed.
Chapter two – Changes
Draco was shocked to discover who Harry Potter lusted after, he had also done his fair share of match making amongst the other Slytherins and agreed that both parties needed to get laid desperately. Not only that but they deserved each other, besides he knew secrets about the man that Harry did not and could never know.
He was however a little irritated to say the least to know that a scabby old potions master was deemed more desirable over himself. He had however come up with the first plan of action and that was to get Harry granted a re-sorting as soon as possible and that meant straight after the first years that evening.
Harry seemed up for it, his precise words had been 'whatever it takes' and Draco was going to take hose words to heart. Over the course of the train journey he had discovered a lot of unknown secrets about Harry that he was willing to bet that no one else knew.
Towards the end of their journey Draco went off to find his Slytherin friends, Harry died to join them but they both doubted that he would be excepted until he was fully a Slytherin.
Harry wouldn't tell any one but he was really enjoying the coming year. Not only because he would finally escape his confines of six years but because he would be able to see the look upon Albus Dumbledore's face when he was re-sorted into Slytherin.
He changed into his robes before deciding that black lipstick would look terrifyingly frightening to the first years, he decided against the tie but he still pinned the head boy badge to his robes. In his Hogwarts letter that had not only contained the congratulations on filling the post that Percy had filled a few years before hand but also a short note from the headmaster informing him that his training would be continuing this year. His tutor would be none other than Severus Snape as Remus Lupin's condition was taking its toll on the older man.
Before the feast Harry managed to have a whispered word in the headmaster's ear. "But Harry my dear boy, I am sure that whatever has happened between your friends will mend, after all you have been friends for six years, I am sure you do not need a re-sorting." This was the headmaster's unsatisfactory reply.
"I will get what I want because we have not fought as you presume, I told them to sod off, I can't stand them any more, I was never meant to be in Gryffindor, I see that now, it's time you did too, now do I get what I want or do things have to get difficult?"
"Very well, if this is what you want, then be sorted now before the first years arrive." Harry remained standing in front of Dumbledore as he stood from his chair. "Before we commence the sorting ceremony we have a request of a re-sorting from Mr Harry Potter." He announced to the great hall. A hushed silence fell as the sorting hat was handed to him.
Finally decided to stop fighting it then, it took you long enough. The hat whispered in his ear before shouting out for the entire hall to hear. SLYTHERIN!
Every eye in the room followed him as he strode over to the Slytherin table confidently, nose in the air, not casting a single glance to the Gryffindors who were all presently looking like fish out of water. He did not look their way not because he couldn't stand to do so but because he felt so good about what he had just done that he didn't want his excellent mood quelled by them.
At first his other house mates were a little reluctant but he soon managed to fit in quite nicely with a little help from Draco. He even dared a look towards the potions master who raised an amused eyebrow and Harry could have sworn he gave a half smile which he returned with an incline of his head.
As he predicted a confrontation with the Gryffindors was not far behind. In fact it came right after the feast as they were descending down to the dungeons. Harry and Draco stood their ground eyeing the now golden duo and the other seventh year Gryffindors. The other Slytherins looked menacingly at them from behind the now two unofficial leaders of Slytherin.
"Harry, what are you doing, have you completely lost it mate?" Ron asked looking red in the face.
"What happened to you Harry?" Hermione asked looking into his eyes that now withheld the emotion that once they had so freely given to any one who dared get lost in them.
"Nothing that can be fixed, I assure you, now would you kindly leave us alone." Harry said in this in a bored tone but he did not turn his back to them, he knew better than that. He had been in enough wizarding duels to know that you should never turn your back on a potential enemy.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron demanded somewhat harshly, a tone that Harry didn't appreciate in the slightest.
"Absolutely nothing, in fact I haven't felt better in a long time, I'm free of you and there's something I have to tell you." Harry leaned forward as if it was a secret and began to whisper ever so softly, "your really boring and deserve everything you get."
And then in an excellent display of wandless magic they all fell on their arses and slid backwards into the far wall. It was nothing major and they all quickly got up uninjured but it was enough to make the little lions realise that the saviour Harry Potter was long gone and he had been replaced with something darker and unnatural.
That evening the entire of the sixth and seventh year Slytherins were talking about it, Harry was to them a hero among men. For the first time they had respect for him but Harry wasn't in the mood for celebrating, he had escaped to the confines of his room, which he was to share with Draco and him only.
The Slytherin dungeons happened to be a lot roomier than the other common rooms and there for they saw no need for them all to be crammed together, five per room. He lay on his bed facing the ceiling thinking about how much his life had changed something that was giving him a slight headache, when Draco came in and started getting ready for bed.
He turned on his side and watched, beneath the form fitting robes he had no distinguishable marks of tattoos his milky white skin was blemish free and perfect. Draco looked around and caught Harry staring but he did not look away or even seem embarrassed at being caught.
"Do I get to see you now!" The blonde asked almost casually as he slipped into bed wearing only boxers.
"It's only fair to return the favour." Came the reply. Harry got up and turned his back starting to get undressed. Draco was slightly impressed by the snake, so much so that he let out a cat whistle.
Harry turned smirking and allowed the blonde to survey his well muscled and tanned torso causing Draco to react: "if I had known Gryffindors came that damn hot I would have started shagging them ages ago."
"Don't bother; you don't want to touch that lot."
"Can I touch you instead?"
"In a strictly no strings attached way, I don't see why not."
Hope you liked this, I love writing these stories and don't worry it will be Harry/Sev but Harry is a hormonal tenager and he needs some action before hand. Anyway please review. xxx
