So thanks for the reviews, a few people said that they didn't find an evil Harry believable. Well, in a way I agree. So in the expanded story, yes there will be a reason that he's evil, but it won't come for a couple of chapters, so please be just a little patient. Also, how do you feel about this turning in to a harry/severus/draco threesome? And I mean emotionally, not just sexually

And a special thanks to nyxxxxx and Mary who to took the time to write long, lovely and helpful reviews.

It didn't get better for Draco. He spent all of his time in pain and fear.

Harry took his virginity. He ripped it from him.

He kept exceedingly strict restrictions on what Draco was allowed to do and eat, often forcing him to create elaborate meals for Harry, while he was only allowed one cold bowl of rice a day. The first time this happened, Draco tried to sneak eating the left overs figuring Harry wouldn't notice. Harry did, he physically dragged him into the bathroom, before slamming the door and hurling a vicious curse at Draco, forcing him to vomit. He tore into Draco, throwing all kinds of dark magic at him, punishing him for his own faults as well as everyone else's.

At first Draco truly believed that he would die before the first week was over. But Harry wasn't that kind.

But every now and again Draco was "a good boy." And Harry lavished praise and attention on him, perhaps giving him extra food or a blanket for the night- Draco was usually made to sleep on the bare floor next to Harry's bed. These cruelly, gave Draco a glimmer of hope, believing that only if he tried harder, or was a better slave, then Harry would be kind all of the time. Harry knew this and actively tried to make Draco believe it was his fault.

Draco had never been a strong person morally or mentally, and by now he had utterly snapped. He was terrified of his master and yet he worshiped him, he was his only source of warmth, food, shelter and even, Draco believed, love.

When he was around, Harry was cruel, noting every fault and showing no mercy. But there were long periods of time when he wasn't there, and Draco found these almost as bad. Not knowing when his master would be back, he had to do all of the same work, but there were instances when he ran out of rice, only for a day or two, but he had to decide what to do, go hungry or eat master's food.

Harry hated everything. Everything was dirty and vile and week. And that's what pissed him off the most, how week everyone was. Fuck it, he wanted to scream, fuck you all. He didn't understand why anyone would be week and honourable and pathetic when there was the choice of being powerful, in control and evil. It had started since the end of the war, it was sudden but consuming.

He couldn't explain. He didn't want to. He didn't want to look too closely at these feelings, it was the only truth Harry knew and he wasn't about to question it.

Currently, he was in London, tiring of "that whore" as Harry thought of Draco. He looked at the check in his hand and smirked. It was a check for five and a half thousand galleons from one Parvati Patil. It wasn't the money that excited him, he didn't need it. It was the blackmail. He had some serious dirt on a few people, and he either made them pay or, if they were high enough in the ministry, he just gave them orders. He had some serious people in his pocket.

Just then he heard the roar of the fire behind him and a voice saying "Harry?" It was Ganger. Harry didn't have anything on her but god did he want to. "Hello." He said, not looking around. "How are you?" She asked gently. "I haven't seen you in a while. I've been worried."

See? It was this kind of pathetic goody goody weakness that really-

"really worried. Talk to me, please." He turned around slowly and looked at her. She looked beautiful. She was tall and slender, her hair still bushy but bought back in a graceful bun.

And for a moment he really missed her. His best friend. He felt a string urge to run over there and hug her, but as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

"I'm fine." He said, his voice cold. She looked at him, concern still in her eyes. "Harry you know you can talk to me about anything right?"

Harry nodded jerkily.

"Well then, that's all I wanted to say I guess…" She said sadly. There was a long pause before; "I'll see you later I guess."

"good bye." He said, turning back around. She left with a sigh. "bitch." He muttered, but no matter how much hate he said, something just didn't feel right when it came to her and Ron.

It was much calmer at Malfoy manor. Narcissa was half-heartedly playing a waltz on the piano. But she gave up, her thoughts on her son. Ever since he had left that night she had been torturing herself. Should she have screamed at Potter to leave? To let them keep their son no matter what? But who was to say that he wouldn't have just killed them and taken Draco anyway? She wouldn't put it past him. And surly nothing was worse than Azkaban, especially when Harry would have given orders to make them as miserable as possible.

Potter hadn't given her a choice. Surly, with him, Draco at least had a chance. Maybe he would just have to learn humility and hard work. Maybe Harry would be a kind master, she could believe that, believe that Harry would be firm but kind, he was a Gryffindor, so surly that meant he wouldn't be too bad? It was Harry bloody Potter, a good man, the best.

She shook her head. She didn't really believe that. Before, she did, before the end of the war, perhaps even as late as when Harry first arrived, but now she just didn't.

She prayed to anyone that would listen to protect her son.

A few days later, Harry was again talking with Hermione, his most charming smile on. He hated having to be so nice, hated people, hated having to bow down to law and society and…

Not for long, not for long a voice in his head whispered. He didn't really know what it meant, but he believed it.

"So, Hermione." He said, they had engaged in a few minutes of idle chitchat, and now, Harry was coming up to his reason for inviting her.

" I understand you're in a spot of trouble."

"trouble?" She asked. "mhmm. Theres a dispute, isn't there, about your…academic integrity?" He said causally.

"Oh that," she said. " well yes, I handed in a very similar paper as another student. But he already has one count of plagiarism against him, and I'm confidant I can prove my innocence."

"oh good." Harry said. "because I heard from the academic dean of your university that they didn't exactly well, trust you."

"What?" she exclaimed. Harry nodded sadly. "yes, he said that it would probably be in the other students favour…but," he said softly. "we do get on well together, I'm sure I could put a good word in for you."

She just gaped at him, for once in her life, speechless. Good, Harry thought savagely. He still had these strange…positive feelings for her and they had to be stamped out.

"but the thing is," Harry said. "he…has rather expensive tastes. If you understand me." It took a moment, but she did.

"Harry, are you…are you blackmailing me?"