Title: Serpentine Infatuation

Author: Death of the Endless

Rating: R. Oh, and it's slash. You heard me, right? If not: This story is SLASH!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Summary: The waves of corruption are lapping the shores of Hogwarts, and Draco has found something to do in his spare time. Or should I say, someone.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not the characters, not the setting. I would own the plot, except that there isn't any.

Warning: Contains spoilers for every book, including Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

Please, PLEASE read & review. Flames will be passed around friends and laughed at.

Pretentious Dedication: This story is for my darling abroad. Come back safe and soon, love.

Serpentine Infatuation

baby, please- let me begin
let me be your heroin
hate the sinner but love the sin
let me be your heroin

- Aimee Mann, High On Sunday 51

Chapter two

Hogsmeade was two weeks away. Blaise made sure everybody knew that Harry had agreed to go on a date with him, and needless to say, Draco was not pleased. He was currently leaning casually on the rail of a balcony. Hardly anybody ever came to that balcony, not that Draco had any idea why. It could have something to do with its location directly beneath the Owlery and the very old piles of bird droppings on parts of the rail, but he refused to think about it. Besides, he had more important things to worry about. Like a certain Gryffindor, for instance…

He had tried to get Harry's attention for a couple of days now, but the stubborn boy kept ignoring him. The teachers were pleased, of course, he thought bitterly. Even Snape seemed to think Harry had finally learned some self control. Draco knew better. It was almost tempting to let Blaise worm his way into Harry's bed and watch his panic attack afterwards, but no. He was possessive by nature, he knew himself that much. Even if he was more selective than Blaise he had never been denied something that he wanted.

That's part of what made Harry so tempting. Part of Draco knew very well how much work it'd take to make him… well. But it had to be worth the trouble. Just the thought of being able to say he fucked The-Boy-Who-Lived… and tell the truth. It was more than amusing, it was hilarious. Slytherins for generations to come would laugh their heads off.

Why you, though? Why not let Blaise take this one home?

He ignored the insistent inner voice and took a step back from the edge of the balcony as a handful of owls prepared to take flight from where they sat perched outside the Owlery. Stupid creatures… Draco thought as he gave his robes a quick look over as he entered the school again. One speck of dirt on these robes would be disaster, he felt. Even though he could clean it with a simple spell he'd still know there'd been bird droppings on them.

Actually, he didn't even know why he had wandered off to that particular balcony at all. It wasn't as if there wasn't anywhere else to go for privacy. Hell, if he wanted, he could have made everyone leave the dormitory. He was a Malfoy!

So it has nothing at all to do with the fact that Harry spends a lot of his time with his owl in the Owlery?

No! Of course not! But then again, he had heard some tidbits of information from standing on that awful balcony. Harry liked to talk to his owl, and not any old talk, he poured his little heart out to the feathery little monster every time he came up there. In Draco's book, that was pathetic. Harry's sad, sad life aside, Draco was grateful. Now he knew just how afraid he was, just how much Gryffindor courage it took for him to go out with Blaise. He had even managed to think of it as a friendly dinner, and not a date at all. And was he in for a surprise…

So… what to do now? If Blaise wasn't so smooth and slick, he would be tempted to wait for the inevitable slap in the face so that he could rush in and comfort the silly twat. But, since Blaise probably would be more than Slytherin enough to get him into bed Draco would have to do something, and soon…

Harry, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware of his popularity among the Slytherin boys. No rumors had been buzzing around the school lately, and he was a lot more fixated on another gay relationship. Well, to be fair he wasn't certain they actually had a relationship to think about, but if they had it was clearly wrong.

I mean, come on Neville! Snape! There's plenty of mean sadists out there who would love to… er… um…

And the thought stopped right there. His mind was carefully blank. Neville needed help, he decided after a while. Snape wouldn't be good for him. Or legal. No way would it be legal. But he couldn't confront him about it, could he? He really couldn't imagine how to start a conversation with Neville that would eventually lead to a question he doubted he would ever know how to phrase. And broach the matter with Snape..? No power on this earth or beyond could ever force him into a conversation with his hated professor about sex.

He lathered himself up, and tried in vain to massage some life into his tense muscles. The training had been particularly hard this time, since their Quidditch captain had a talk with the Slytherin Quidditch captain. Talk is such a soft word, though. They had a discussion, up to a certain point where insults had been included, and from there it had been a full blown fist fight. Angelina had taken her anger out on her own team after they had dragged her away from Urquhart.

When Harry had thought about Neville and Snape so much it made his head hurt, he carefully turned his focus on Blaise. He was… well, he wasn't sure how to describe the other boy to himself, but he really was handsome. Not like he cared, it was just a friendly dinner after all. But the person he truly didn't want to think about ever was Draco. Evil Slytherin extraordinaire, and currently occupying most of his active brain time. It wasn't as if he was that good looking…

Yes, he is.

Or so intense he made his flesh crawl.

Yes, he is.

Or standing in the doorway, looking at him.

Yes, he is.

Harry jumped guiltily, startled at the sudden presence of the smirking boy. Draco walked inside the shower, confidant as ever, and Harry looked away quickly. Naked. Draco was naked. Even if he hadn't really looked at the pale flesh his imagination supplied the more interesting details helpfully. Draco smirked as he walked across the cold, wet floor and turned the taps. As the water made his pale body glisten he observed the Gryffindor discreetly while massaging some soap into his skin.

Harry was too skinny, to be sure, but it made the muscles he had stand out even more. A bit on the short side maybe, but to be honest Draco found that attractive. He noticed that the black hair for once were tamed and flat on Harry's head, but he knew that it would be all over the place as soon as it were dry.

Finally noticing the looks Draco threw him, Harry turned his back at him pointedly. As soon as he did so, however, Draco found himself treated to a first class view of the Gryffindor's firm arse. And just like that, Draco felt a sadistic urge to… well, why not?

"Nice." He said in his most silky voice and Harry tensed visibly and turned around. "What's that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" he growled and tried to stand a bit more sideways, so that the Slytherin would see no more that strictly necessary of his nakedness. Draco still watched him intently through half lidded eyes. "I'm just saying. Blaise is a lucky guy." He said innocently and noticed the quick look of panic in the emerald eyes. A fraction of a second later, though, it was replaced by the usual look of pig headed determination.

"For your information I don't swing that way." He said firmly while grabbing his towel like a life line. "And I don't care if you do." With that he attempted to walk past the smirking blonde. "And nothing happened on the balcony?" Harry stopped as his nemesis spoke low and soft, unable to move his legs as the memory came back full force. "You didn't bite your own lips all alone in your bed just to make the memory more vivid, more alive? Should I have visited you, Potter? Perhaps I should have crept into your bed and held you down while I…"

"Shut up!" The scream was a good deal more shrill and afraid than Harry would have liked, but his mouth was dry, his face was red and to his anger and shame he felt his eyes tear up. The fact that he was hard as a rock after Draco's little speech only fueled his shame, and he writhed under the cold, grey eyes. What had happened during these few weeks? How had Draco gained so much control over him? It was lucky the others players on the team had finished up long before Harry had managed to press the golden snitch into its little box.

Draco was fascinated. He could sense fear a mile away, and the Boy Who Lived was reeking of it. But there was also lust… a delicious combination. Making no sudden movements, he ever so gently inched closer and locked eyes with his victim. It wasn't hypnosis; it was simply a way to appear harmless and soothing. "Come on, Harry… Nobody's here. We're all alone. I won't tell anyone. Who would believe me anyway?" His soft voice made the suggestive words alluring in the empty locker room. Harry stood wide eyed, clutching his towel, his soft lips parted ever so slightly.

Draco cheered inwardly. He never expected it to be so easy. Merlin bless easily manipulated Gryffindors. He took Harry's free hand and began to rub the inside, gently tracing patterns on the wet skin. Harry's breath quickened, the only sound except the dripping of water. He stared mesmerized on the hand holding his, noticing the contrast between the colors of their skin. Draco's hands were beyond pale, his nails like glass on the end of the long, slender fingers. His own hands were darker, tanned by the long hours of outdoor labor during the summer months. His nails had dark rings even after the shower. It was as if they were in a world of their own here. Maybe it really wouldn't matter…

He dared to look up into the face he had spent several years hating. The pointy features were no less pointy, he supposed, but now they were sharper, more elegant. He had really grown into it. It wasn't as if he looked like a veela, per say, but maybe one with veela blood in his family? The long, white blonde hair now wet and slick looked as it had the first time Harry saw him. Suddenly he noticed that Draco's face was a lot closer than before, and he felt his cheeks grow hot again. He didn't move, though, a fact that wasn't lost on Draco. He kept himself from grinning victoriously. Instead he bent down and gently ran his tongue over Harry's lower lip. They both felt each others hot breaths, mouths too close to avoid the intense feeling.

"Harry? Are you still here?"

Ron's voice cut through the lust filled silence like a knife, shattering the fragile tension between the boys. Harry's eyes widened and he jerked away as if he had been burned. Draco swore inwardly and watched in irritation as Harry ran out of the shower and grabbed his clothes. "I'm here, Ron!" He heard him call, a desperate note in his voice.

"What took you so long? Dinner's almost on the table!" Ron said accusingly as Harry dressed in record time. He couldn't have known that his friend was deadly afraid that Draco would exit the showers while they were still there.

"The snitch… it slipped through my fingers when I tried to lock it down, so I had to catch it all over again. Sorry." It was a good lie, Harry felt. No danger there. Ron nodded sympathetically. "Alright. Let's hurry, though, or we'll miss dinner. I'm starving!" The boys walked off under the slowly sinking sun towards Hogwarts, leaving Draco behind, lost in thoughts.

Draco leaned against the wall, letting the warm water spill over his chest again. He could have made a scene, he really could have… but it wasn't half as fun as seeing how long it would take before Harry would let himself be fucked. Judging by his behavior a few minutes ago it wouldn't take long. But you never knew… the stark terror that could be seen in those lovely green eyes at times couldn't be based on first-time anxiety, at least not all of it.

He idly wondered about that while he stroked himself into hardness once again. The thought of Harry being violated settled nicely in his sadistic mind and after that it took only a few jerks before his seed trickled down the drain along with a few soapy bubbles.

Feeling more alive than he had for months he sauntered back to the school, taking his usual place at the Slytherin table. Nobody had dared to use the best seat in his absence, as always. He felt Blaise's dark eyes on him and smirked at the other boy. The wordless communication worked like a charm and Blaise raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly. The game was afoot.

AN: Sorry for the long wait, guys... I've been up to my unibrow in university stuff, emotional stuff and everyday stuff. I still need my sugary reviews, though, so please spare a minute and tell me what you think!