[Author's Note] Well my lovelies, it seems that you all have enjoyed the last installment that I posted up. I do want to give you more though. Everyone knows that writing can be a fickle thing. One minute you can push out a million paragraphs, the next you can't even form a coherent sentence, so please bare in mind that I go through this quite often. I have ups and downs like everyone else but knowing that people actually enjoy reading my story help. I love you all dearly. Each one of you who write reviews are amazing. I appreciate your feedback immensely. I enjoy reading what you have to say. Thank you all.

xxxwallflowerxxx: Hopefully you won't have to wait much longer!

JoanneAStorm: You are one of my favourite readers. I love whenever you post a review! I don't think it was so much as a rape scene as more of a dominant scene. I am not a fan, nor do I condone rape but sometimes my mind goes to dark places. Oh don't you worry, Harry is going to get his soon enough. I just like to make you all hungry for it. Oh and I am not too tortured, only a little. Thank you! Oh and well wishes to you as well!

lifeandlighters: Well, I update when the mood strikes me. I could push out three chapters in one day or I could go months without posting. It's all about how I feel or if my mind is working. Sometimes my imagination turns itself off and I can't even think straight! Sure, I will read your story. Just a word to the wise, you shouldn't need validation for something you are writing. If you feel good about it and enjoy it, keep going. I wil try to update more often, no promises though, sorry.

Luv 2 cry: Why thank you kindly. I enjoy writing graphic scenes. There is something so rewarding about writing raw, human nature. ;]

[Disclaimer] Come on now, you know these boys are mine, they belong to Mrs. Rowling. I just like to use them as puppets to bend to my sick pleasure when she isn't looking.

Harry Potter was almost certain that any minute his heart was going to burst right threw his chest and knock Draco Malfoy right smack in the face. The hand cupped firmly around his aroused member was literally making his skin crawl but not in disgust. Oh no, he was far repulsed at this point, he was enjoying it. Maybe not the assertiveness and being humiliated but who could deny that having your junk messed with not only was pleasing, it was delightful?

The boy who lived was literally shaking, partly from fear, and partly from anticipation. What was this new thing that was happening between him and his arch nemesis? Even though it was down right disgusting and humiliating, why was Draco even showing him the least bit of attention? So may questions raced through his mind, crowding his thoughts. Only the warm breath on the shell of his ear brought him back down to earth. Goosebumps raised on lightly sun tanned skin, a shiver sliding down his spine. Harry said nothing, nor did anything. He saw no reason to provoke the some how strengthened blonde haired boy.

With a small smile, Draco released his grip on the warm bulge beneath Harry's robes and retreated from the bathroom. Harry wouldn't say a word, he was sure of it. He knew that the proud Gryffindor would come up with some excuse to his friends as to why he was missing for so long and he would be clever enough to figure out spell to hide the evidence. The Slytherin chuckled out loud to himself. He had Harry right in his trap. He was in the boy's head now, his thoughts were nothing but of Draco. This was working out all too perfectly. He would completely dominate the Gryffindor, break him into little pieces. He would shatter the world the perfect one lived in. It would be a glorious revenge.

After the blonde devil had left the lavatory, Harry sunk to the the grimy floor, his breathing ragged and disjointed. "What the fuck...what the fuck..." it was all he could repeat, over and over again. Pointing his wand towards his mouth, he mumbled a spell to clean his dirty mouth. Once the spell was done, it left a fresh, spearmint after taste. A lot better than what he had just had in his mouth. He couldn't believe that he was forced to suck the male's dick and then lick up his cum from the absolutely dirty floor. The thought made him wretch. What really struck him as odd, was that he was aroused by the whole scenario. He almost enjoyed all of it. For once he wasn't in control, for once he was at the complete mercy of someone else with no one to help him or defend him. That almost excited him. Draco Malfoy had almost excited him.

Harry shook his head in disbelief, wondering what had seriously begun to disintegrate all of his integrity. Why did he enjoy that even a little bit? He should be furious, throwing stuff around, being all angsty, going after Malfoy, but he wasn't. He was sitting alone on a grimy bathroom floor. Had his life really become so dull after Voldemort that he had to shake things up with more enemies? No, that couldn't be it. With a long sigh, he pushed himself from the floor, straightening his robes and trying to make himself look presentable. Eyes drifted down to his wrists, which were bruised a deep shade of purple. He needed something to make that go away. He had just the thing.

The lion found himself walking into the infirmary and searching for Madam Pomfrey. She wasn't hard to find at all. It was like a beacon went off in her head and she just honed in on him. "Oh dear, what happened now Harry? What happened to your wrists?" She looked shocked, as her delicate fingers examined the bruised skin. Harry shrugged. "I was messing around with some devil's snare on a bet Madam and it got me good." There, it was a perfectly good lie. Nothing suspicious about a young man acting stupidly on a bet. The healer let out a long sigh and nodded. "You ought to be smarter Potter. Playing with Devil's snare is no joke. Could have been killed! Here's a potion to reduce the swelling and bruising. It'll take a few days for the colour disappear. Use it regularly! Now off you go." She shooed him from the hospital wing, potion in hand.

It didn't take Harry long to decide to use the potion now. He rubbed some of the odd smelling liquid on the bruises, sighing as the pain seem to disappear. The swelling was already beginning to subside and the colour seemed lighter. Good, that would be just perfect. He knew he was still going to have to endure questioning from a curious Ron and a overly eager Hermione. Sometimes he wondered why he had chosen the two most obnoxious people to be his best friends. Of course they were wonderful most of the time, they could just be a right pain in the ass.

Harry made his way to the Gryffindor common room, not really wanting to go inside but finding nothing else to do. The Fat Lady smiled at his approach and allowed him access as he sputtered out the password. There didn't seem to be too much ruckus going on in the common room. Most of the students seemed to be lazing around or studying. A few of them were gossiping about one or another. Ron and Hermione were seating on the plush couch in front of the fire, both seemed to be deeply entertained by a book. Given a closer look, Hermione was reading some complex arithmacy book, whilst Ron was reading a book on Quidditch techniques. They both looked up as he approached. "Where have you been?" Hermione asked casually, or at least attempted to sound casual. It would have worked if her words hadn't been laced with anticipation.

The shrug he gave was to signal that he really didn't want to discuss it. "No where really. I just went for a walk, exploring the school. I did meet up with an unfortunate bit of Devil's snare, while I was looking in classrooms. Must have been left there for quite some time. It got me but Madam Pomfrey fixed me up with a right good potion." The sentences sounded forced and unreal but he hoped his friends wouldn't delve further. There was no way he was going to tell them that he just spent the last half hour being forced to suck his enemy's cock. Hermione looked at his wrists and gasped. "That looks painful Harry." Ron nodded in agreement. "Yea mate, got to be more careful, yea?" Harry nodded. "Yea, I should be. I'll be alright. I'm gonna go take a nap before dinner, alright?" Ron smiled at his friend and went back to reading, Hermione just kept on staring him down. The Golden Boy left the company of his friends and headed towards the stairs, he wasn't even up the first stair before he heard them whispering. "Did Harry smell like a moldy bathroom to you?" Oh damn, that girl was too smart for her own good.

Craving some fresh air, Malfoy had descended the stairs to the courtyard, taking in a deep helping of cold oxygen. He felt good, rejuvenated almost. That had been just a taste of what he had been craving but it had been enough to at least calm the urge. Steel eyes watched as fellow students walked amongst the courtyard, some holding hands, some just chattering about that days classes. Soon they would all know what a failure Harry Potter was. They would all see how the proud lion would fall. Oh dear Merlin he was becoming consumed by this revenge stuff. Oh well, it was something to keep his mind occupied. Harry Potter was the reason why his life wasn't the same. Harry Potter was the reason for everything.

If no one knew any better, they would say Malfoy was secretly in love with Potter. That was far from the truth. All he wanted was to see Harry suffer, to squirm, to be at someones mercy. He would be helpless. There would be no one around to save him. No teachers, no friends, not anyone. That would be Draco's crowning achievement. He would be the one to bring the Boy who lived to his knees. He would teach him a lesson that he so desperately needed to learn.

There was a Hogsmeade trip approaching soon, that is where he would make his next move. Until then he would continue crawling under that tan skin and making sure Harry knew he was being hunted. Oh how the mighty would fall. He already could tell that love was starting to unfurl in the boy's mind. Maybe he didn't know it yet, but he surely would soon.