[Author's Note] I am so sorry my lovely readers, I just haven't had a mind for writing as of late. I know I make you wait much too long between chapters but I promise this one will have been worth the wait. Going to see a little more sexy action, a little more drama and definitely more confusion for Harry. I do hope you enjoy and please don't hesitate to review, they keep me going!

half-cat-girl: Nope, not dead at all, just long waits between chapters. I'm such a touchy writer that anything can throw off my muse for months. It really blows.

[Disclaimer] Come on now, you know these boys aren't 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.

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry did all he could to catch the steel grey eyes of the Dragon. Nothing seemed to work. The boy had downright ignored him since their illicit bathroom encounter. If he didn't know himself better, he would say that he felt a bit hurt. After all, he did suck Draco's cock for him. Pfft, did he just think that? He almost laughed out loud. He hadn't done the Malfoy boy a favour on his own, he had been forced into the fellatio. Oh great, maybe he was starting to gain Stockholm Syndrome and side with his enemy. He snorted again, catching the attention of Ron, who gave him an oddly perplexed look. Shoving him gently as to not draw attention to themselves, Ron questioned him in a soft whisper. "Whatchu laughing at, mate?" Quick, Harry, lie. He urged himself to come up with some sort of lie. No need to tell Ron that he was remembering the forced blow job he was made to endure a few weeks ago. "Oh nothing, I was just thinking this class is becoming something of a bore." Oh yea, good story, Harry. He chastised himself mentally for really failing on the great lie front. Ron didn't seemed to perturbed by the false truth though and nodded in agreement. "Yea, I feel ya, Harry." They both turned back towards Professor Binns as he droned on about some great wizard or another.

After another agonizing forty five minutes, the class was finally released from the stranglehold of Professor Binns. Harry let out a long yawn and walked quietly with Ron. "Man, that class is god awful. I can't believe we had to take it again in our final year. I am almost positive he has told us about every wizard in the history of wizard kind." The red headed Weasley said with a groan. Potter couldn't help but agree. It had been a class that he truly hated for all seven years of Hogwart's. Nothing really had been gained from being forced to listen to a ghost drone on and on about nothing. It was really aggravating to say the least. As they walked down the cluttered halls, Harry found himself brushing passed the blonde haired dragon. His eyes brightened for a moment but dimmed when he realized that he had not been noticed. Damn him. Why was he all of a sudden ignoring Harry? This was truly getting under his skin and bothering him to no end. Maybe he should talk to him? Speak up about their little incident? What the fuck was he even thinking? God he was going beyond nutters. He needed to get away for a while, and Hogsmeade would be just the place to do it. Some fresh winter air, butterbeer and the company of his wonderful friends. It was just what he needed after these weird and unbelievable couple of weeks.

Draco may have pretended not to notice that he brushed up against his current prey, but he definitely noticed. The quick tinge of heat that passed through that gentle touch was enough to make him aware of the Potter boy. The look on Harry's face did not fall on blind eyes either. Good, the boy, had looked totally crushed that Malfoy didn't so much as give him a glance or acknowledgement. The thought satisfied him immensely. Harry must be reeling about the night they had shared. The dirty bathroom floor, the cock shoved deep in his mouth, the come he had been forced to lick up and swallow. Draco remembered the moment and savoured it. It had been delicious in it's own dirty and disgusting way. A tantalizing preview of more to come. He had big plans for the Hogsmeade trip. In fact, he had everything planned out and had even decided to involve Blaize in his evil plot. Oh how tomorrow would be such a grand day but he needed to make sure he could get Harry alone, away from those two prying friends of his. A letter seemed to be an appropriate idea. How would he get it to him though? He was unsure but he would find a way.

The rest of the day trudged along at a seemingly slow pace. Nothing exciting to spice up the day at all. Classes came and went and finally it was time to head to the Great Hall for the last meal of the day. Harry walked along with Ron, Hermione and Seamus. All talking about how the day had been slow. They were in their final year and things seemed too tame. They thought they might need to create some mischief to spice things up. Even Hermione agreed that the days had been going by at a snail's pace. The Great Hall was slowing filling up with hungry students, all chattering with friends about the days events or lack there of. Harry took his normal spot and did a quick survey around the hall. His eyes stopped on the fair haired boy at the Slytherin table. For the first time in weeks, silver eyes met with his own. His breath almost left his chest. The gaze was stunning. Stunning? What the fuck? Where did that thought come from? Oh goodness, he was feeling a bit sick now. Shaking it from his head, he let his gaze drop as the table suddenly filled with food. Magnificent and steaming plates of food. He eagerly began to spoon mashed potatoes, roast duck, corn, baked beans, stuffing and all other sorts of food on his plate. His stomach growled in anticipation. It felt as though he hadn't eaten in weeks. He let his eyes drift over to the table dressed in Silver and Green once more. Draco was still looking at him. He was mouthing something. Harry furrowed his brow, trying to read those lovely lips. Oh goodness, another awful thought. He was really starting to come undone about this whole Draco business. Finally he managed to make out what Draco was saying. 'reach under the table. Don't let anyone see.' Casually he let his fingers slide under the table, the tips of his digits coming in contact with the edge of a folded piece of parchment. He gave Malfoy a nod, signaling that he found the paper and went on to eating. He would grab it before they left, lest someone see him now.

The blonde gave a solemn nod back to Potter and then turned his attention back to his friends. He ate in silence, listening to the others talk excitedly about Hogsmeade. Most of them were now old enough to be served Firewhiskey and they were going to have their fill tomorrow in the pubs. A few questions found there way to Draco and he answered them shortly and returned back to his meal. His mind was far away from this place. He had booked a room at a small inn that most did not know about. It was on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, about a mile away. Tomorrow they would be unsupervised by teachers for the first time ever. They were old enough to make their own decisions. Of course a few teachers were going just to enjoy their own time off. They had the whole day to themselves and were to return just before nightfall. It was a whole day to put a part of his plan in action. Harry was going to have an interesting day if he chose to show up and Draco was almost guaranteed that he would. Curiosity would have the Potter boy showing up to meet Draco. He just knew it.

Dinner was finally finished and they all headed back to their houses to get some sleep before the day of fun was to begin tomorrow. Harry managed to slip the parchment from a stick charm that held it to the table and shoved it in his pocket to read once he had some privacy. Once in the common room, Ron asked Harry for a game of chess. Just to keep suspicion off, he obliged and had managed to lose in only a few turns. Ron really was wicked good at wizards chess. "Alright, I'm gonna go lay down, tomorrow should be fun. Yea? Night, Ron. Night 'Mione." He waved to his friends, taking the stairs two at a time to his room. His heart rate had sped up. He wondered what the letter would have to say. Sitting down on his bed, he drew the curtains closed and opened the parchment quietly. The curly handwriting was just what you would expect from an upstanding Slytherin such as Draco. "Meet me at the end of Hogsmeade as soon as you can tomorrow. No later than 12. Ditch your friends. -M." It was just signed with a 'M'. Oh how demanding he even seemed in a latter. Meet him at the end of Hogsmeade? What was there? Nothing that he knew of. Oh well, the real task would be getting rid of Ron and Hermione. Oh dear, that would deem a task. A yawn suddenly grabbed Harry in it's clutches and he realized that he was very tired. The slow day had been a draining one. It was time for a little sleep before tomorrow. That night he dreamed of Lions and Dragons locked in battle.

The dawn deemed crisp and clear. Harry had awoken early and showered and dressed before either of his friends. Nerves had him shivered beneath his warm clothes. He was waiting in the common room for Ron and Hermione to show up and join him for breakfast. They didn't take long. Hermione looked refreshed and awake, whilst Ron looked tousled and still half asleep. "Blimey, why are we up so early. It isn't like Hogsmeade is going anywhere." Ron mumbled sleepily. Hermione shot him a look and then smiled at Harry. "Did you sleep well? Ready for breakfast?" Already with the questions. Jeeze. Harry nodded, an answer to both. They left for the Great Hall, noticing they were joined by a few others. The hall was only filled with seventh years. The others had chosen to sleep in. They weren't allowed to go to Hogsmeade today. Just the seventh years. The group of sevens chatted loudly as the shoveled away a grand breakfast but all too eager to get out of the castle. The food was polished away quickly and they all headed for the doors of Hogwart's. The air hit him like a thousand knives. The temperature was freezing but clear as day. It was a truly beautiful day. He pulled his coat closer to his body, his breath thick in front of his face. They started the trek to the carriages that would pull them through the thick snow. Now was as good as time as any to stave off Hermione and Ron. "So um guys. I was thinking I'd go off on my own today. Leave you two to have some time together. You know, some romantic time?" He offered, hoping they wouldn't make such a fuss. Ron smiled and nodded in agreement but Hermione didn't look happy. "Why Harry? We all had plans to spend the day together." She huffed. Ron nudged her gently. "Come on 'Mione. We can have a quiet lunch and go shopping and just have a nice time together. Leave Harry alone." In that moment, Harry could've kissed Ron for being such an awesome friend. Hermione still wasn't happy but agreed none the less. It would be nice for them to have some alone time together, she had agreed. Good, now it was settled, he could meet Malfoy.

The Slytherin prince had left the castle early and sat on an old stump just on the edge of Hogsemeade along with his companion Blaize, waiting for Mr. Potter. It was even near noon yet but he was sure the Lion would find a way to allude his friends. It didn't take long for Draco to notice an approaching figure. A decently dressed, red faced and heavy breathing figure. A small smile crossed his lips. Oh how he was going to enjoy today. "Oy Potter. What took you so long?" Harry frowned as he noticed that Draco was not alone. He felt...disappointed. Why did he feel disappointed? Oh yea, he was starting to feel things for Draco. He was hoping they would be alone so some questions would be answered. Now it seemed as though that wouldn't happen. "What's he doing here?" Harry spat, forgetting his manners as he pointed at Zabini. Draco didn't seem to catch the malice in Harry's words. "Oh Blaize is here to enjoy the fun of today. Come along. I have a room waiting at the Starlight Inn just down the road." Harry looked confused but followed the two snakes in silence down the desolate road.

The journey to the Starlight Inn didn't take nearly as long as Harry thought, but by time they reached the small, but clean looking Inn, his hands were freezing and his nose was red from the cold. Draco led them into the Inn and were welcomed with a wall of warmth. A small fire burned in the cozy sitting room and a sleepy looking witch sat behind the front desk. She perked up upon catching eyes with Draco Malfoy. She was young, young enough to find Draco Malfoy just the right type of handsome. He smiled at her and gave her his name. "Draco Malfoy. I have a room reserved." She nodded eagerly, checking the book. She flicked her wand and the key came zooming to her. She handed the old, brass key to the blonde and stepped from behind the desk to direct him. "It's just up the stairs, the second door on the right. Enjoy your stay Mr. Malfoy." She said with all the politeness she had in her. Harry snicked as he followed the two up the stairs. What the fuck were they planning on doing here? Who knew what sort of talk was going on downstairs as the others had watched them all walk up together. One room, three boys? What kind of trouble would they be getting in today.

Draco had unlocked the door quickly and ushered them inside. He locked the door back and muttered a few words, putting up a guard spell and a silence spell. It was utterly quiet in the room. The silver Dragon turned his attention to the two boys he was now locked in a room with. "Now, I am betting that we are going to have some fun. I want you to both behave or suffer the consequences. Do you understand? Zabini? Potter?" He questioned, brow quirked as he waiting for a response. Blaize had no trouble nodding eagerly, but Harry felt uneasy. "Consequences? What are you going on about, Malfoy?" He growled low, his eyes narrowing. He had walked right into the snake pit and been caught unaware. The Slytherin gave out a curt laugh. "Oh Harry, since the day in the bathroom, I've wanted us to play some more. I know you liked it. The true sign was beneath the fabric of those pants you wore. You remember? You felt so hard and stiff beneath those pants. Oh Merlin you were hard." Draco licked his lips with a fierce hunger in his eyes and Harry felt his heart beat quicken. His temperature seemed to rise as he remembered the moment. Oh yes, it was a good moment. Alright, no more questions, he didn't care what happened in this room, he just wanted it to happen now.

Another satisfied smile settled on the blonde's face. The expression on Harry's face had told him all he needed to know. He could do whatever he liked and Potter would agree to it. If he didn't agree, he would be punished. "Good, now I want you both to slowly remove your clothes. There will be no need for them here." Draco took a chair from the corner and brought it to the foot of the bed, turning it towards them. He sat down and smiled up at both of them, a wicked gleam in his eye. Blaize only too happily obliged, stripping off his clothing piece by piece under Draco's approving gaze. Harry gulped silently and looked away from the stripping man. He only allowed himself to peak once and he almost gasped out loud. Blaize was completely naked and his body was beautiful. The brunette could feel his cock stirring beneath the confines of his briefs. Once Zabini had completed his descent into nudity, Draco's eyes turned towards Harry. "You are not doing as I asked, Potter. That wards punishment." With a flick of his wand, Harry felt a searing hot pain shoot through his body. He cried out, and fell to his knees. The pain stopped almost immediately and felt as though it never happened. He looked up at the proud Slytherin and glared. Malfoy only glared back. "Get on with it Potter. Naked, now." He held his wand in front of Harry, threatening.

With a deep breath, the Gryffindor male began to undress. First his scarf uncurled from his neck and fell to the floor, followed by his jacket. Eyes looked nervously from Blaize back to Draco as he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The reaction from Draco gave him confidence, as the blonde looked hungry, like he wanted to devour Harry. His lithe fingers traveled slowly down his stomach to the waist of his jeans. He popped the button with a smirk and let the zipper travel down slowly. He wore black boxer briefs beneath his jeans and his cock was pushing hard against the soft fabric. The blonde Slytherin was drinking in the sight before him, finally wanting to see what lay behind those snug underwear. Would he be impressive? Would he measure up? His appetite was biting at him, hungering for sexual relief. "Come on Harry, take them off. I want to see." He sounded a bit breathless in his words, eager to see the prize behind the underwear. Harry nodded, noting the breathlessness in this sexual predator's voice. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waist band and pushed them off his boney hips, revealing a striking cock.

Draco Malfoy could not contain the soft gasp that slipped from between parted lips. Eyes had dilated as he looked at the magnificent cock that Harry Potter had. Of course, it would figure the Golden Boy would have a perfect member. It was a lovely eight inches and curved slightly to the right. It wasn't fully hard at this point, but that would soon change. Regaining composure, he smiled and moved his wand, wordlessly performing a spell that wrapped tight ropes around Harry's ankles and hands and bringing him to his knees. "Now we have some fun, shall we?" Harry protested at once. "What the fuck Malfoy? Let me go. Let me fucking go." He was angry at this point and panicking a little bit. What was going to happen in the company of snakes? The blonde stood and walked over to the brunette, standing before him with a smile. "I'm going to let Blaize play with you, while I watch. Won't you like that? He's going to fuck your ass hard, my love. It's going to hurt. Then once he is done, you will leave and never tell anyone. Understand?" He said without fault. Harry's eyes widened but he didn't have anything to say. Part of him was screaming, but the other part was extremely aroused. "I'm going to touch myself whilst watching you two. Make me come Harry, yes? Please?" Oh God, Draco Malfoy just asked him to make him come. He asked with a please at the end. There was no way he was backing out of this now.

The Chosen One nodded to the Dragon above him. Eyes wide with fear. Draco nodded to Blaize and then went back to the chair, settling into the plushy comforts. "Go on Blaize. Fuck Potter hard. Harder than you've ever fucked before." He growled with a soft fervor. He was aroused. The whole situation was hot. The way Potter just surrendered, like a good little slut. It turned him on. His own cock was swelling beneath his perfectly fitted, designer jeans. He spread his legs and unzipped his jeans slowly, fully aware that Harry was watching him with baited breath. He wanted to watch Draco jack off. He wanted that badly. This whole sick, deprave situation had Harry hard as a rock.

The olive skinned Zabini boy kneeled behind Harry and gave his ass a playful smack. That brought Harry back down to earth. He groaned softly, scared at what was about to happen. He felt hands on his ass cheeks and then felt the spread open. He heard Zabini spit and felt the moisture between his cheeks. Then there was a finger there, pressing against his opening, invading territory that had never been touched before. He grimaced as the finger pushed inside of him, breaking some sort of seal. It wasn't pleasant. He had heard a couple of boys who were poofs mention that the first time hurts like bloody hell but it gets better. He only hoped it got better sooner rather than later. Another fingers was added, stretching him out, preparing him for the rather large cock that was about to enter him. Hard and fast. He knew that Blaize would fuck him into the next lifetime and he wasn't ready for this. "Please...please stop." He begged softly, knowing that it would do no good and that he really didn't want it to stop.

Draco heard his plea and it only made him harder. "Nope. Blaize, get on with it. I would like lunch sometime today." He sounded bored but Harry knew otherwise. Zabini nodded as he positioned his cock at Harry's entrance and without warning, slammed into the smaller male. Harry screamed out loud, glad for the silencing charm on the room. "Fuck, oh Merlin. That fucking hurts." He panted, feeling tears well up in his eyes. Zabini stayed buried inside of him for a moment before pulling out and slamming back into his ass, to the hilt. It took Harry's breath away and he looked to Draco for help. There was none, only a look of pure desire. The blonde has curled his fingers around his hard member, sliding up and down the velvet length. He watched with eager eyes as Zabini began a steady and hard rhythm. "Make him come, Blaize. Make him come for me, for you." Draco growled with a breathless fervor. Blaize nodded and panted as he began to push deeper into Harry Potter. Oh boy, he was fucking the Chosen One. Who knew that this would happen? Who knew that Harry fucking Potter liked cock in his ass? His cock shoved deep into the warm, tight ass beneath him, and the sounds pouring from the young male's mouth were only spurring him on more. Harry was moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for release, begging for more. It seemed as though the pain had fleeted and the pleasure had replaced the sting.

Brunette tresses stuck to his forehead as he gasped for air beneath the olive skinned male. The pain had been replaced with the most wonderful feeling as Blaize began to hit a particular spot deep inside of him. It was a delicious heat and he felt as though he would soon explode. Mouth parted and moans pouring from plump lips, he watched Draco touching his cock, his speed picking up. Draco never took his eyes off of Harry and Harry never took his eyes off of Draco. It was like they were the ones fucking each other. It was a beautiful moment to Harry. "I'm...gon..na...come." Blaize said through pants. Harry was right there with him. "Yes..me too." He groaned between clenched teeth, watching Draco pick up the pace. Malfoy nodded, his fingers squeezing tighter on his hard cock as he stroked himself, trying to reach completion. It didn't take long as he watched Blaize shove one final time inside of Harry, letting go of his seed into the smaller male. Silver eyes watched as Harry reached climax as well, covering his own stomach with thick ropes of liquid release. Draco couldn't hold out, with a soft groan, he felt himself fall over the edge and into a delicious orgasm. Soon all three of them were fighting to regain the air lost in their lungs. Zabini had pulled out of Harry and lay on the ground beside him. Harry just lay down where he was and watched Draco and waited.

"Scourgify" muttered Draco, making the mess on his own pants disappear. He stood up and zipped himself up, looking down at the two worn out partners. "Oh Blaize, get the fuck up. You aren't that spent. You too, Potter. Get up. I'm done with this. I am now eager to eat something." He said with a bored tone. He let the ropes unbind themselves from Harry's body, freeing the boy. He kneeled down beside the naked and worn out Chosen One and whispered in his ear. "Not one word of this to anyone. Tell your friends you met a girl from town. You spent the day with her. Not one word, Potter, or I'll hurt you very badly. Understand?" Harry could only nod. "Good boy. Until next time." He gave the male a soft kiss on the cheek and stood up. "Get dressed and meet me in the dining room, Blaize. Clean yourself up and take the charms off the room. Harry, you get out of here. Good day." And with that, Draco fucking Malfoy left the room, leaving an awkward situation behind him.