Rating: R

Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, Spoilers to Harry Potter books and movies, Drug use (Fred and George's potions not like, weed :S) incest, rape, violence, use of alcohol, character death and possibly more later.

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Draco/Harry, Seamus/Colin, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Blaise/Pansy, Luna/Neville, Charlie/Anasks, Noah/Dennis, Phoenix/Alexis, Danny/George, Bill/Fleur, Arthur/Molly, Alex/Colin and possibly more later.

. . . Story Begins. . .

"Ew!"

"You just put your head in it didn't you?" Noah asked chuckling. The other scowled and sat up, wiping the cum off his cheek.

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Colin pouted, hands over his ears, Seamus laughing at him.

"It's not funny!"

"Yes it is!" The Irish man said chuckling hysterically. "Your brother's having fun and you're covering your ears! It's a Kodak moment!" He laughed again and the other scowled.

"Can I go to your house later?" The blonde asked, taking his hands off his ears and trying to ignore the sounds from his brother's room.

"My parents aren't home tonight Cols-"

"That's the point. We can be as loud as we want." He whispered, pressing his lips to the brunette's ear, lightly nibbling it.

"Damn Colin, you're bloody kinky you know that?" The blonde smirked. "Alright, pack something for the night, they return tomorrow around three so we have to be back here by then." The blonde beamed and packed quickly, jogging down the stairs, Seamus shaking his head and following him at a leisurely pace. When he hit the bottom he looked at his blushing boyfriend.

"I take it; it was your brother then." Seamus snapped his head up and looked at Mrs. Creevey, confusion on his face.

"Uh, well, um . . ." Colin stuttered. She raised a brow, Mrs McGee looking slightly entertained, knitting away in the corner. They heard a loud gasp from upstairs and Seamus snorted, covering his mouth. She sighed and Colin made a face.

"Uh, can I go to Shay's for the night? Please?"

"Yes, go, please. I've had enough of listening to your brother's boyfriend; I don't need to hear you too."

"MOM!" His grandmother chuckled shaking her head. The Irish boy grabbed the pale wrist and dragged him into the fireplace, laughing the entire time.

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Harry sat at the dinner table two days later, Draco sitting stiffly next to him. Mrs. Malfoy on the blonde's other side, Ron on Harry's. Hermione was next to Ron and beside Mrs. Malfoy. They sat quietly eating, not daring to say anything. Kretcher cleared everything away and the eldest lady kissed her sons cheek before retreating upstairs to her room.

"Harry, now that Malfoy can walk." Hermione said after the blonde woman left. "Shouldn't he sleep in a different room?"

"Uhm, ah well-"

"With all due respect Granger," The blonde cut in. Harry groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Here we go." The chosen one mumbled. The blonde glared at him, elbowing him in the side. "OW!"

"With all due respect" He said a little more sternly. "It's not up to you where he sleeps. If he wants to share a room with me, then he bloody well can." Harry flinched.

"Uhm, Draco? Perhaps she's right." Grey eyes snapped to the brunette boy, the blonde narrowing them, face reddening. Harry shifted his chair a little further from him. Ever since the 'punishment' Draco had become a lot testier.

"What!" They all jumped and Draco stood up abruptly.

"Well, love, it's just that, your mother's room is right below us and-"

"I don't bloody well care WHO'S below us! If that's the problem than we can find another room! The weasel and Granger share a room, why can't we?"

"Would you stop calling him a weasel?" Harry bellowed standing up glaring.

"Uh, boys-"

"SHUT UP!" Hermione flinched when both turned yelling at her. The portrait began to scream and Ron stood, face beat red, fists clenched.

"HEY!" They both turned to him. Draco's eyes widened as the fist collided with his face knocking him back "I'm not a fucking Weasel! AND YOU!" He turned to Harry, punching him in the arm, causing a yelp of pain to leave him. "What have I told you about being a dick to my goddamned girlfriend?" Green eyes looked down and Draco sneered.

"Fuck this shit." He turned heading to the front door grabbing his jacket.

"Draco Malfoy." The blonde flinched and his shoulders sagged. "Look at me." He turned and looked up at his mother, the portrait of his aunt finally covered. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere mother." He whispered. She kept her stern face.

"Go clean up, you look ridiculous covered in blood." He nodded and walked up the stairs, Harry behind him. "Mr. Potter." Harry stopped and looked at her, cold grey eyes boring into him. "He's fragile at this moment in time, what he wants, for at least a little while longer; you should try and make sure he gets it. Switch him to your room, not above mine." Harry nodded and continued up the stairs.

"Mr. Weasley?" The redhead looked up, a glare directed at her. "You are a hot headed young man whose actions are going to get you into a lot of trouble in the future." Ron went to open his mouth and she put her hand up. "However, my son has a mouth that can run a mile. His snide remarks will catch up to him in time. He has no right to call you a Weasel, but you also have no right to call my son a ferret. Yes I know about that." Ron flinched and averted his eyes.

"Miss. Granger, I think it wise to keep your opinion to yourself. You are a very intelligent witch, even if you are a muggle born" Hermione gave her a small nod. "Keep in mind of what my son has been through; do you really find it best to have him alone after he was violated? Don't you think he should be around someone he can trust, someone he feels can protect him?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, I had forgotten about that." Hermione whispered. The older lady nodded and turned continuing up the stairs to her room, two young teenagers looking distraught and nervous.

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"Draco? Can I come in?" He asked tentatively, knocking on the bathroom door.

"No." Came the short but stern reply. Harry sighed and knocked again. "Piss off Potter."

"Please Draco."

"I said no! Now beat it!" Green eyes looked to his feet.

"I'll move you into my room and we can share a bed there that way we won't be above your mother." The door clicked and opened a crack, Harry smiled. When he entered the bathroom however, his smile slowly slid off his face. His blonde was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, wiping the blood off his hand from when he cleaned his face. He kept his grey eyes there and his boyfriend moved to sit next to him.

Draco stood up as Harry sat and leaned over the sink, glaring at his reflection. The brunette raised a brow and stood, heading towards the taller, only to have him leave the room completely and back to his own, door slamming. The younger boy let out a frustrated growl and stomped to his lover's door, banging on it.

"The door's open, you don't have to try and break it down, just turn the damn knob." Harry blushed and did as told, Draco's back to him. He walked up to the blonde and he actually stayed still. The boy wonder smiled and hugged the taller around the middle, an agitated sigh leaving the paler.

"What's wrong?"

"You're far too mushy Potter. Perhaps I should have picked a prostitute to date instead, they don't cuddle."

"HEY!" The blonde smirked as he was turned around, green eyes glaring.

"Yes oh wonderful chosen one?" The brunette's fists clenched.

"I don't appreciate-"

"That's a surprise." Draco cut in.

"Let me finish!" Harry snapped at him, grey eyes narrowing.

"You don't appreciate me telling you that I'm thinking of leaving you to fuck a whore; well I don't appreciate you following me around like a lost puppy Potter. I may be a 'bunny' as Snape put it, but you're a bloody pest!" the brunette flinched and looked away, clearing his throat.

"Fine, stay in here; find someone else to fuck around with." With that he turned and left, leaving a shocked blonde. Draco had expected yelling, hitting and degrading. But this . . . this hurt more. He heard the other's door slam and the sound of something colliding with a hard object, a cracking sound echoing throughout the house. No more than five seconds later, the mudblood and Weasel were there at his side.

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"Harry? Is everything alright? We heard . . . a . . . noise." They looked around the room surprised. The dresser was lying facedown, Harry's foot through the back of it, its doors on the other side of the room. The mirror was broken and his sheets were scattered everywhere.

"I'm fine Mione." She took a cautious step forward, flicking her wand and making Harry's bed and fixing the Mirror.

"Your hand is bleeding mate." Ron whispered, holing his arm out to help the other retract his foot from the cabinet. The brunette boy hissed and the others frowned. "Ok and your leg is too."

"Don't care." He mumbled before plopping on his bed, feet on the floor, slouching and entwining his fingers together on his lap.

"Let me heal I-"

"No, I said I'm fine Mione." She nodded and gave a small smile. "Thank you though." He said as an afterthought, remembering the incident in the kitchen.

"I'll leave you two to talk." He nodded at her and groaned, falling backwards and staring up at the top of the canopy.

"So what happened?" Ron asked, sitting against the headboard.

"He said I'm a pest and that he would have been better off with a whore because they aren't cuddly." Ron's eyes narrowed.

"Fuck him mate. You don't that type of crap; you've got enough going on." The brunette sighed and looked away.

"But I rather like this piece of crap." Ron made a noise and they laughed. "That didn't sound too great did it?"

"Not really, no. But hey, if that's what your into mate, who am I to judge?" Ron said with a smirk. Harry sat up and shoved him, a smile on his face.

"You prat."

"I know." Ron said smiling back. "Ok, so I vote on kicking him out, send him home and let the Death Easters deal with him." Harry pouted. "Or not."

"I miss him."

"Uh Harry, are you alright?" The brunette shook his head. Blue eyes widened. "Oh god I think I know what's wrong!"

"What?" Harry said in a flat voice.

"Fred and George are using you as a guinea pig again!" Green eyes narrowed.

"Son of a bitch!"

BUHM BUHHM BUHHHHHHHHH! What'll happen next? Hmmm . . .