Lunadeath – Yes, but this one's a bit longer. ^^;; Sorry.

PeachDancer82 – Not telling! =^^=

Deseri – No need to be so hateful, Ging. *Giggles*

cherish chang – All is revealed!

musegurl18 – Well, this will probably end up with a lemon regardless. ^^

Kimi the Kenlei – ^^;; Ara… Thank you! I try my best.

Felis Draconis – Thank you! Personally, I can't see anything in Draco's dominant, stuck-up nature that would allow him undue uke-ness, but I suppose lots of people think the same about Harry (minus the stuck-up-ness, though). Ah well. Glad I was able to sway you a bit. ^^

queenofgondor21 – No, that's not what his lessons were. That was just Corbin being a bastard. Oh, but you know Harry wanted it. ^_~

Harmoni – Poor, confused Draco. Corbin's just a *coughjealouscough* control freak.

SilverDragon49 – You'll find out! ^^

The Observer – Lookit, Abby, I updated! . I was a bit impatient to get it out, so I didn't wait for you to go over it. I had a friend read it and she didn't spot any major problems, but if you do, tell me and I'll fix it.

Angel Ran – Heh. I'm glad you happened upon my little fic then. ^^ Yeah, I kind be kinda sadistic like that too. Obviously, I mean.

Dragenphly – I see your point. Harry is fairly powerful, but what about without his wand? I know this is a Harry Potter fic and all, but I just don't really feel like putting in a whole bunch of magic. Probably because I'm too lazy to go look up spells and things I've forgotten. ^^;; But anyway, I took your words to heart, and Harry gets a little pissed in this chapter. But really, it's just a little. I think I just enjoy the idea of a submissive Harry too much.

Maximum Poofy-Queen of AU – I'm glad you rediscovered it. ^^ Nice name, by the way.

Heeey, I finally finished the chapter! Yay! Sorry it took so long. Anyway, school's gonna be starting back up Monday, but for some reason, I think I'll get more work done on the story rather than less, because it's what I did before when I got bored in my classes. So yay! Okay, so this chapter's a bit longer, but not much. ^^;; Sorry. Thanks to everyone who reviewed ('cause I didn't thank everyone personally; it just takes too long)! You guys really are great, putting up with me and the insane amount of time it takes me to update. Unrelated note: Anyone see "Pirates of the Caribbean"? Though the better question probably is "Who hasn't seen it yet?" One of THE best movies I've ever had the pleasure of going to see three times. I was hoping to go once more, but I don't think it's gonna happen. Ah well. Enough of my ranting. Here's the chapter. ^^

Chapter VII: Confessions

Classes were over for the day, and Harry had just realized something very important: It was Friday. And Friday was the day Harry was to be Draco's donor.

He glanced at a nearby clock. 8:45. So he had fifteen minutes to get to that classroom.

He pulled himself out of the comfy armchair with no minor amount of difficulty and headed to the portrait hole, the rest of the common room paying him no mind.

Ron and Hermione had gone down to the library to do a bit of research, though what on they wouldn't reveal, and the rest of his friends that might have cared that he was leaving (Dean, Seamus, Neville) were busy arguing about Quidditch or studying.

His hands were deep in his pockets as he walked, head down, to the classroom in which the "transaction" was to be made. He wasn't really sure what to expect. Yes, he had experienced Draco's thirst before, but there were going to be people there this time, and he wasn't certain whether that put him at ease or made him feel worse.

 "… Donor system? With professors or prefects watching over, I assume. How very… rude."

Now Harry knew what Draco had meant by that. The process was close; much closer than the Gryffindor would've liked. It would be extremely embarrassing to have some sort of reaction to the young vampire with other people in the room watching…

He reached the classroom. He knocked on the closed door hesitantly and, after a nerve-wrenching pause, it was opened by a student Harry recognized but didn't know by name. The door was shut behind him and Harry saw that there was another familiar student (he was fairly sure she was in Ravenclaw) and three professors: McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore.

"Good evening, Harry," Dumbledore greeted pleasantly.

"Hullo, Professor," Harry answered.

"Well, I imagine there's not a lot to go over with you, is there? You know what to expect."

Harry nodded.

"Splendid," Dumbledore said. He seemed rather unperturbed by the whole mess, which Harry took as a good sign. "Now then, if something goes wrong (Merlin forbid), do anything you can to let us know."

"Er.. if something went wrong, wouldn't you be able to tell?" asked Harry confusedly.

 "Mr. Malfoy has insisted on having a separate room set up for Friday evenings," Snape cut in with a slight sneer. "For privacy."

Relief. "Oh."

"This way, Potter," McGonagall said sharply, taking Harry gently by the arm and leading him to the back of the neglected classroom, where there stood an old oak door. He was ushered inside and the door was closed softly behind him.

The room was close and the air was slightly stale, which led Harry to believe it may have, at one point, been a storage closet (though the window set in the far wall made him doubt himself), and it was empty save for two sad looking armchairs and a sconce.

In the armchair closest to him was a person. A very blond person, as he could see over the top of the chair. As if he didn't know who it was anyway.

"Evening, Potter."

"Malfoy." Harry moved to sit in the unoccupied chair.

Draco tilted his head to study Harry. "Nervous?"

"Why should I be? I've done this before."

"Then you remember what happened."

"I remember your self control sucked."

Draco chose to ignore that. "Did you enjoy it, Potter? The acute pain, the pull of blood leaving you, my hands on your body? I know you did. I felt your excitement."

"Excitement? I thought you were going to kill me."

"Make me a promise, sweetling."

"… I-it hurts…"

"It doesn't have to. Promise me."

"…"

"I'm waiting."

"Nn! God.. s-stop…"

"Promise me!"

"Oh god, STOP! Please… it hurts too much…"

"Kill him."

"… But I didn't, did I? Now stop your whining and come here," Draco said, patting his leg.

Harry rolled his eyes but went over compliantly. He could've sworn he saw something in Draco's face change a minute ago, a glimpse of what he had seen at breakfast that morning.

"… What happened?" he ventured, sitting on the arm of Draco's chair.

"What do you mean, what happened? I just decided I didn't want you dead yet," the blonde replied matter-of-factly.

"No, no. I mean… did something happen last night?"

Draco's face became an impenetrable mask as he asked casually, "What would've happened?"

"I don't know. You looked… weird this morning. I thought maybe something had happened."

"Even if it had, it would be no business of yours," Draco said a bit harshly. "And that's not where I told you to sit."

With a sigh, Harry moved reluctantly into Draco's lap, not failing to notice the other boy wince.

"Geez, didn't think I was that heavy."

Draco didn't comment on that, but raised a hand to the back of Harry's neck, pulling the Gryffindor down closer.

"Look, I can tell something's the matter. You don't hide things very well," Harry blurted out.

"It's none of your business," Draco shot back, running a slender finger over the warm flesh beneath his hand.

Harry suppressed a shudder. "Malfoy—"

"You're not my friend, Potter. You're my food. I don't need your sympathy, your consoling. Nothing you could say would make what happened any less horrible. So why don't you just be quiet and let me do what I have to do?"

"I'm sick and tired of you bossing me around!" Harry said heatedly, shoving against Draco's chest. "Just because you've been changed into this.. this thing doesn't mean you can do whatever the hell you feel like!"

"I don't need you judging me! Don't you think I feel bad enough as it is?" Draco stood up quickly, causing Harry to nearly fall over.

"What?"

"You want to know what happened, Potter?"

Harry looked at Draco uncertainly. He was starting to get a little scared. He just wanted this to be over so he could leave.

"You remember in the infirmary, when I dropped you? That man that was in there?"

"Yes…"

"He's my sire. He's the one that made me this way." Draco hesitated, slowly slumping back down into the chair.

"What about him?" Harry asked quietly.

"You realize this really is none of your business."

Harry huffed indignantly. "I know that, but you—"

"He raped me."

"—and… He what?"

"You heard me."

Harry stared silently at Draco for several minutes. "… You have to tell Dumbledore."

"What the hell do you think he can do, Potter!" Draco snarled. "Don't you think they've been looking for him? They can't find him!"

"But Draco, you could—"

"No I couldn't. I have no idea where he is. He comes to me."

"… I still think you should tell Dumbledore. He might be able to do something."

"No. I'm not going to tell anyone. I didn't plan on telling you either. And if you pass it on to a single soul, I'll kill you," Draco murmured icily.

Harry could tell by the look in Draco's eyes that he wasn't joking. "Fine. I won't tell anyone."

"Good. Now get back here, we're not done yet. And no more talking. When you talk, things get difficult."

Harry didn't move. Raped? That was horrible. He wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy—well, okay, he probably would wish it on Voldemort. But not on Malfoy. Not on Draco.

"Are you just going to stand there all night? It would probably be pointless; we'll end up on the floor anyway," Draco said, looking at Harry with a peculiar expression.

Harry sighed. "Fine, fine." He sat himself back down in Draco's lap slowly, no longer in as compliant a mood as when he had first come in. Things were awkward now. He wanted to leave.

"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you," Draco muttered, pulling Harry down closer to him.

"I'm not your damn toy, you know," Harry said tersely. "This was my decision. I volunteered. If you keep treating me the way you do, I'm going to quit."

"Listen, Potter. You just made things easier. If you had shot down Dumbledore's suggestion, I would've come after you. After that first time, there was absolutely no way I could leave your blood alone. It's different."

"You really would've taken from me against my will?"

"Without a second thought."

Harry got up again silently. He'd had it; he was leaving.

Well, he thought he was leaving anyway. But Draco grabbed a hold of his arm, hand like chilled stone, and held him firmly in place.

Harry turned on him, glaring. "Let go of me, you great prat! If you want to let that bastard of a vampire have that sort of power over you, fine, but I'm not going to let someone else control me! Maybe you deserved what you got."

Draco was momentarily stunned. Those words had hit him hard.

"You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"No. I won't. I refuse to be some mindlessly obedient drone."

"Childe, you don't have a choice."

"He doesn't have any power over me," Draco argued with false self-conviction.

"Then why the hell are you so scared of him? Someone has to have some sort of power over a person to frighten them, to intimidate them," Harry stated, his anger simmering down to an intense impatience.

"What power do I have over you?"

Harry hadn't been expecting that. "What?"

"I know I scare you."

"You almost killed me the other night!"

"But before all this happened. I frightened you sometimes, didn't I? Why?"

Harry hesitated before answering quickly, "You make me feel things that I don't think I should be feeling for you."

Draco sighed, releasing Harry's arm. "I think you ought to leave."

Harry suddenly regretted yelling at the blonde, but he resisted the urge to apologize. "But you haven't even fed yet."

"I'll be fine until tomorrow evening. Now go. I'd really rather not look at you right now."

"… Fine. Whatever." Harry went to the door, flinging it open with more force than was necessary, and headed for the classroom exit, ignoring the professors and other students.

"Potter!" McGonagall called as she started after him, but Dumbledore laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Let him go."

She pursed her lips but complied, turning her gaze back to the other door as Draco emerged looking very unpleased, though whether it was with Harry or with himself it was hard to tell.

"Malfoy?"

But Draco didn't answer her. He just stalked towards the door, wondering if he hadn't just done something incredibly stupid. On top of it all, he wasn't sure he could last until the next evening. But he would have to.

As Draco left the room, he caught sight of something that seemed, to him, unnecessarily foreboding: Dumbledore was frowning.