"King of Slytherin"

By Minagorishi

I most definitely do (not) own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does not own the rights to these characters (in my little dream-world that doesn't actually exist). I (attempt to) use flames for roasting weenies and marshmallows (also in my little non-existent dream world)... This story has slightly stronger language than my other fics, and is also slightly more hard-core, and is rated accordingly. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

"Because you piss me off," said Harry, a dead serious look gracing his features. "And that turns me on."

Now it was Draco's turn to smirk. "So, you wouldn't mind if I do this, then." Draco captured Harry's lips in a searing kiss, pinning the slightly smaller boy to the sofa he was sitting on. When a need for oxygen became painfully apparent, the two boys broke apart, panting.

"Pack your stuff. You're staying in my room from now on," Harry commanded. "Bring it down here and we'll floo to my private suite."

Draco arched his eyebrows. "Private suite?"

"Since I defeated Voldemort," Harry began, smirking again as the blonde cringed at the name, "and since I'm Head Boy, Dumbledore gave me my own room."

Draco nodded in understanding and conjured his trunks, lighting the Slytherin common room fireplace. "Together?" Draco asked, reaching out his hand.

Taking Draco's hand, he threw the floo powder into the flames and muttered something Draco didn't quite catch.

Draco got out of the fireplace just after Harry, and his jaw dropped at the site of the extensive suite. Harry's room was decked entirely in black, with hints of silver, blood red, and a deep green.

"Its very...Goth." Draco said, walking up behind the brunette.

Harry shrugged. "You can change it if you'd like. I just liked this color scheme."

"No, its cool; this is what my room looks like at home." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and the smaller boy leaned back into the broad, quidditch-toned chest, sighing in content. "Gods, Harry, you're so gorgeous." Harry blushed slightly and snuggled deeper into Draco, breathing in the other boy's scent. After a few more minutes of snuggling, Draco remembered something.

"Do you think we should be getting back to the Slytherin Common Room? They might still be waiting for us. Not that I want to go, but you've got a spot of Gryffin-dork in you that might."

Harry sighed. "I guess you're right. Though right now, even my Gryffindor side is saying fuck 'em. Continue this when we get back?"

Draco bowed with a serious look gracing his features. "But of course, Master."

Harry giggled and kissed him again. "Lets go, then, and get it the hell over with."

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Yup! That's chapter #1!

CLIFFY!

Muahahahahahahahahaha...Please R&R. The me in my little dream world where I own Harry Potter and make Harry and Draco do all sorts of naughty things to each other is lonely. Thanks!