• 1-What the hell is wrong with Potter?
• 2-The Chase
• 3-Potter is so going down for this!
• 4-Soon I'll Have That Little Dragon.
• 5-This is all Potter's Fault!
• 6-I Was Bored.
• 7-I'm Done.
• 8-Don't Freak Out.
• 9-Control
• 10-I make the rules.
• 11-You've made your point Potter.
• 12-Beg Me
• 13-What the hell is this Potter?
• 14-So it's a collar... so what?
• 15-A Malfoy Belongs to No One.
• 16-Mine
• 17-Fifth Year Groupie
• 18-My Favorite!

A/N: Hello All! Once again I am terribly sorry for the delay in this chapter… it’s been a bitch to write. But I still highly enjoy it so it WILL NOT be abandoned, I do intend to finish it. The next two chapters shouldn’t take as long as these last two, I know I’ve said it before but I mean it this time, I already have most of them written. Anyways enough of me yammering on.

Disclaimer: Not mine… please don’t sue. I’d be a waste of time anyway, since I have nothing to give.

Thank you to all my reviews, you guys keep me going.

And as always thanks to Lucy, who introduced me to the world of slash and without which this story would not be possible.

Now on with the show.

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For a moment I sit in complete silence - hands on my neck staring at Potter, until I've had proper time to assess the situation. Once I have, I begin to panic - nails tearing at the collar frantically, trying desperately to get it off, but it refuses to budge. He must have charmed it or something. I feel a slight rumbling from under me and I realize, to my horror, Potter is laughing at me. That cheeky bastard, first he has the nerve to put the contraption on me, and now he thinks he can laugh about it. Regaining some of my composure, and hopefully some of my dignity, I lunge at him - slamming him even further into the mattress and pinning his arms down.

"TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF!" I demand you do it this instant!

"LEAVE IT ON, LEAVE IT ON!" What the fuck? That wasn't me... and I know it wasn't Potter.

Realizing that there's someone else in the room, I turn quickly - and all but fall off of the infuriating Gryffindor, barely managing to catch a glimpse of red hair. It seems in my blind range, I did not notice the red headed menace enter the room. Well isn't this great, of all people to come in... it had to be the weasel. If not for the embarrassing situation I seem to have found myself in, I would have to laugh at the sight before me. Potter's number one sidekick currently cowering in a corner - head buried in his hands, hiding his face as if he'd just witnessed the worst horror imaginable.

"Gryffindor the brave, my ass." More like Gryffindor the cowering little pansies.

I barely manage to get the words out before Potter brushes past me - crouching down beside his traumatized friend.

"For god sakes Ron, you can look now. It wasn't what you thought anyway." The weasel can think? On his own and everything… interesting.

He brings his hands down slowly, lig hig his head up - but tightly keeping his eyes closed. Opening one eye slowly and then the other, he looks around the room warily - as if he expects me to be dancing around naked or something. Like I'd give him the pleasure. He sneers at me (rather pathetically) before turning his full attention to Potter.

"Harry, what the hell is he doing up here? You know he's not allowed to be here." I am allowed to be wherever I want. For I am Draco Malfoy - Lord of the Dance.

"Oh please Ron... have you ever known me to follow the rules?" I am too sexy for-

"Well no... but - " my shirt too sexy -

"Is there something that you needed?" for my shirt… so sexy it hurts.

They continue on with their boring conversation - a subject I couldn’t care less about, so I go and sit on the bed, waiting patiently to be alone with Potter. It's much easier to get away with murder if there are no witnesses. I notice a belt lying beside the bed, and am struck with an ingenious idea. Sneaking a peak at the two Gryffindors - making sure they are paying me no mind - I reach down snatching up the belt. Quickly transfiguring it into a nice little collar of my own, I slip it into my pocket... waiting for the perfect moment to enact revenge.

Soon enough, sitting here not causing any trouble has become terribly boring, so I decide to cause some mischief. I stanietlietly and make my way over behind Potter - making sure the weasel can see me, but staying out of Potter’s line of vision.

Once I've successfully captured the redhead’s attention I put my hands out in front of me, palms up, then act as if I'm grabbing a hold of something, and pull my arms back, while simultaneously pulling my hips forward. I repeat the motion several more times, stopping occasionally to lick my lips or mouth 'he loves it' or something equally as juvenile.

Weasley's face gets redder and redder, while I am on the verge of tears from trying to hold back my laughter. Without warning Potter reaches a hand out - grabbing me by the neck, before turning his face slightly to glare at me.

"Could you please stop that Draco... it's distracting." How did he?

I nod slightly and he releases his hold.

"How did you know I was...?” Just standing here being a perfect angel like always - was that lightning?

"I'm Harry Potter." Yeah that explains it… conceited asshole.

He turns his attention back to his fellow Gryffindor who, to my utmost displeasure, is staring blatantly at my neck... or should I say the collar around my neck. The moment I make eye contact - with the intent to glare or sneer or something menacing - he bursts out laughing. Casting a quick glance at Harry, I am not surprised to see him trying desperately to contain his own laughter at my unfortunate circumstance. I absolutely loathe being laughed at and decide quickly that one of them has to die - but preferably not the one I'm currently shagging. Growling loudly I lunge at Weasley but before I am able to tear the bastard to shreds, everyone’s favorite hero grabs the back of my robes - halting any further ac on on my part.

“Get the fuck off me Potter!” I have people to kill!

“Not until you calm down.” Never gonna happen.

“Calm down? Calm down? That bastard is standing there laughing in my face, about something that is entirely *your* fault and you want me to calm down?” I do not need to clam down! I have every right to be upset and enact my revenge… every fucking right!

“Yes” ARGHHH

“Well fuck that. Now get OFF.” Before I am forced to take matters into my own hands and… and… struggle pathetically… I hate mye.