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Warning: This chapter contains public sexual humiliation. Thought you ought to know. :)

The Great Hall howled with the excitement the day of Harry and Malfoy�s duel. It looked like every student had caught word of it. It amazed Harry, really, that none of the teachers had confronted him. They appeared completely oblivious.

Scores of Gryffindors cheered as Harry approached the table. Ron and Hermione sat on either side of him, both trying to give him encouraging words of support.

�You got that Screech Beetle Charm down pretty well.� Ron amicably patted his back, �If all else fails, you can do that over and over again. I bet Malfoy�s sure to crack eventually.�

Harry merely grunted.

�Harry. You need to eat.� Hermione nagged him. She took it upon herself to grab his plate and load it with food for him, �To be at your best mentally, you have to be at your best physically.�

Harry frowned. Raising his elbow to the table, he rest the side of his face against his palm. He picked a fork and lightly poked the food. Although, he knew Hermione was right, he had absolutely no appetite.

�Oi, Harry!� Came an excited voice. Harry turned to see Colin and Dennis Creevey, both holding cameras and whimsical grins across their faces, �We�re going to take photos of the duel! It�s going to be so amazing!� Colin said.

Harry grumbled. He really wanted to strangle Colin for suggesting the slave wager but resisted the temptation, �I�d rather you didn�t.� He muttered.

�We bet all our money on you to win!� Dennis added animatedly. He and his brother didn�t appear to catch Harry�s request, �You�re going to be brilliant, Harry! We know you�ll win!�

�Who�s taking bets?� Harry asked, lifting an eyebrow.

�Seamus and Dean!� Colin said, �They�re over there!� He turned and pointed to the entrance of the Great Hall. Harry was sure he could see the top of Dean�s head. But, they were too surrounded by students to see them clearly.

�Oh, I�m going to kill them.� Harry whispered. Ron and Hermione grimaced.

�Harry!� He turned to see Parvati and Lavender. Lavender stood next to Ron, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ron scowled, not paying her any mind. Judging from the look on Hermione�s face, Harry guessed she was delighted to see him angrily dismissing Lavender.

�If you win, you should order Malfoy to wear a dress!� Parvati squealed, blushing slightly.

�Yeah!� Lavender chimed in, �And let us put make-up on him!� The duo giggled.

Harry forced a smile. His stomach clenched. The idea was amusing, but all Harry could think about was if Malfoy would make him do that if he won. He was definitely more vindictive than Harry. He could probably think of things to do far worse than simply walking around the school dressed as a female, and Harry just couldn�t see himself winning.

�Harry, please eat. We have to leave soon.� Hermione persisted, completely ignoring Parvati and Lavender.

�I�m not hungry.� Harry said lowly, �Let�s just go and get this over with.�

He stood slowly, Ron and Hermione following behind him. As if on cue, the majority of the students all stood. Many of them patted Harry on the back in a friendly manner. Others cheered words of encouragement. Most of them made suggestions starting with, �If you win, you should make Malfoy. . .�

Stopping at the doors leading to the Entrance Hall, Harry glared at Dean and Seamus, �Why did you guys take bets?�

�Aw, don�t get mad, Harry.� Seamus grinned, �Proceeds go to the party in the Gryffindor common room after your victory. You can keep any extra money.�

�That�s not the point.� Harry rolled his eyes and proceeded into the Entrance Hall. Seamus and Dean followed next to him, �I�m going to look like a moron. You guys are only making it worse.�

�Hey, have a little more confidence.� Dean said, �A lot of people bet on you. You can take Malfoy!�

�Who all bet on me?� Harry asked, pushing open the great oak front doors.

�Well, all the Gryffindors. That�s a given. Plus, a majority of the Hufflepuffs.� Dean casually explained.

�And the Ravenclaws?� Harry asked, stepping outside.

�The thing is. . .� Seamus started.

�Luna and Cho bet on you.� Dean interjected with an obviously forced grin.

�And the rest of them bet on Malfoy?!� Harry asked, stopping on the steps. He turned to face Dean and Seamus, his eyes wide with shock.

Seamus� gaze met the sky. Dean�s found the tips of his shoes, �Yes.� He muttered.

�Oh, that�s just great!� Harry howled, grabbing handfuls of his hair from the back of his head, �If they�re all betting on Malfoy, then I�m doomed!�

Hermione�s face flickered another grimace. She ran next to Harry, setting a gentle hand on his shoulder, �That�s not true.� She said, �Ravenclaws are overrated.�

�I couldn�t do hardly any of those spells, Hermione.� Harry whined, letting his arms limply drop.

�You�ll be fine.� She said soothingly, �I promise.�

�I�m holding you to that.� Harry grumbled. Hermione bit her bottom lip and averted her attention to the ground.

The great oak front doors burst open. A mass of Slytherins poured from the entrance, being lead by none other than Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy led the group down the steps. He stopped when he got sight of Harry. Harry maliciously glared at him. Malfoy simply smirked and continued onward.

Harry sighed, bowing his head, �You know what, I�ve changed my mind.�

�Changed your mind about what, exactly?� Ron narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.

�I�m not going. Fuck this. I choose death.� He looked up at the group.

The excited faces of the Gryffindors slumped into disappointment. Many tried to say reassuring words, but they didn�t help. Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry�s arm, dragging him onto the grounds, �You�re a Gryffindor, Harry.� He said, �Act like it.�

Harry groaned, letting himself be dragged like a rag-doll, rather than willingly following. Hermione stayed right behind him, frantically whispering into his ear, �Harry, the only thing you really have to remember is to not cast any spells other than Sensory Charms, got it?�

�Yeah.� Harry said.

�And I mean no matter what.� Hermione continued, �If Malfoy casts a Vision Charm and you think a dragon�s going to attack you, don�t do anything. If someone suddenly looks like Voldemort-� Ron gasped, �-don�t do anything. If anything scares you, just close your eyes and try to pretend you�re somewhere else. This is a battle of mental stability and endurance. You don�t need to cast anything other than Sensory Charms.�

Harry�s stomach felt like it just turned over. A crowd of Slytherins stood outside the Forbidden Forest. Malfoy stood at his lonesome right in front of them, a smirk still drew across his face, and his arms crossed. He looked absolutely delighted to be there.

The crowd behind Harry started chanting his name over and over again. The more they chanted, the more Harry�s stomach clenched. He had never been dreading a duel more in his life.

The remaining mixes of Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws blended with a group of Slytherins, and all of them formed a thick oval around Harry and Malfoy.

�Goyle, do the countdown.� Malfoy ordered.

�No way!� Harry shouted.

�Why? Goyle can�t mess up a countdown.� Malfoy said.

�He�s your friend. You�ll cheat.� Harry explained.

�I let the Mudblood be our Bonder.� Malfoy replied. Harry narrowed his eyes when he said �Mudblood�, �My friend can do the countdown.�

�Fine.� Harry muttered. He and Malfoy bowed to each other. Harry, once again, never strayed his eye contact.

�Three!� Goyle called.

Harry and Malfoy lifted their wands.

�Two!�

�One!�

�Constristio!� Harry bellowed.

Malfoy dropped his wand. He dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands. Harry grinned; the Gryffindors roared with applause, cheers and whistles.

Stepping slowly, Harry walked toward Malfoy with his wand pointed at his blond head. Malfoy sniffled and sobbed. Harry would�ve felt guilty if not for the fact he was immensely relieved.

Lifting his head, Malfoy glared at Harry with swollen red eyes. He hastily reached for his wand, but Harry shouted, �Eternus Quiritatios!�

Malfoy�s scream echoed throughout the grounds. Immediately, he clamped his hands to his ears. The Slytherins and Ravenclaws all groaned while the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs cheered.

Harry�s stomach relaxed. He felt he had been getting anxious over nothing. Once the charm wore off of Malfoy, he could politely ask him to surrender.

Malfoy let go of his ears and snatched his wand, �Glaciahortus!�

Harry blinked. The Hogwarts grounds disappeared. All the surrounding students vanished with it. He stood in the middle of an unfamiliar terrain that was completely covered in ice and filled with a howling blizzard, making Harry shudder against the cold.

Although, the area didn�t come off as threatening to Harry in of itself, he could only think about the fact that it was a Vision, Audition and Tactition Charm, which meant one thing. Draco Malfoy was highly proficient in casting True Sensory Charms.

Harry remained still. He knew it would pass soon. Really, there was nothing to fear, except to everyone else he probably just looked like he was just standing there, looking like an idiot.

A quiet rumble sounded beneath him. Harry�s feet felt numb, not from the cold but from the tremors caused by the earth under him.

The ground cracked in between Harry�s leg. With a loud quake, the ice split in two, forcing Harry to fall.

Clutching the edge of a newly formed cliff, Harry clenched his eyes shut with a yelp. It�s not real. It�s not real. It will pass.

The air around him suddenly felt warm, and the sounds of wicked laughs echoed around him. Harry opened his eyes to realize he was clutching onto Colin Creevey.

Colin lifted his camera and clicked it right in Harry�s face. He stumbled backward, furiously blinking to dissipate the glare that burned into his retinas from Colin�s camera flash.

�Are you done yelping and clutching to Mudbloods?� Malfoy asked with a derisive laugh.

Harry growled, pointing his wand at Malfoy, �Eternus Quiritatios!�

But, the blond jumped out of the way in time. He landed on his side, aiming his own wand at Harry and yelling, �Amicus Mortifrustro!�

Harry clenched his eyes shut, then opened them. Everything appeared the same. Malfoy�s charm must have not worked.

Malfoy pushed himself to his feet. He pointed his wand, not at Harry, but at Ron and Hermione, �Avada Kedavra!�

�No!� Harry screamed, rushing to his friends� aid. He was too late. His comrades lie slain, �Oh, my God!� he sobbed, cradling the bodies� heads in each arm.

Standing quickly, Harry turned toward Malfoy, who stood with his arms crossed, laughing maniacally. His eyes narrowed, his teeth barred, Harry pointed his wand at the blond, �Avad-�

But, Harry stopped. Malfoy stood alive and well. The Killing Curse was a curse, not a charm. If Malfoy cast anything other than a Sensory Charm, surely he would have died as he would have broken the vow. This was another Sensory Charm. Ron and Hermione were alive. It was just an illusion.

Although overcome with relief, Harry still felt bitter that Malfoy had gone that far. Feeling ready, Harry kept his wand pointed at Malfoy. Since he was unsure if the blond were truly standing there or if his vision was charmed to see him there, he decided to wait until the charm wore off before he sent a counterattack.

Harry blinked. Ron and Hermione grabbed hold of each of his arms. Malfoy stood next to the Slytherins, all of whom were huddled over with laughter.

��You alright, mate?� Ron asked.

�What happened?!�Hermione sounded panicked. Harry could see from his peripheral vision that her eyes were wide with shock.

�Nothing.� Harry muttered, gently shaking them off him. He marched toward Malfoy, his eyes slits and his lips thin, �That wasn�t funny! I could have killed you or myself!�

�Well, you didn�t.� Malfoy casually shrugged, �So, no harm done.�

Harry aimed his wand at Malfoy�s face, �Inferius Restituos!�

Malfoy blinked. His gaze fell to Harry�s wand, then back to his eyes, �Was something supposed to happen?�

�Inferius Restituos!� Harry bellowed again, nervous that he wouldn�t be able to perform the charm.

�Well, as interesting as it is to watch you shout that all day, there�s a Sensory Charm I�d like to show you.� Malfoy smirked, pointing his wand at Harry�s face.

�INFERIUS RESTITUOS!� A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of Harry�s face.

�Yeah. Yeah. You said that already.� Malfoy shrugged like he was bored, �This charm I have been practicing especially for you. Lasciva Maxima!�

Harry blinked. Nothing happened. He waited for something horrible, like people dying or something threatening to kill him, but it never came.

Harry smirked. Malfoy�s charm must have failed this time. Yet, the blond acted peculiar. He didn�t try to recast the charm. In fact, he simply crossed his arms, leaning on one foot with a smug grin across his face.

Now would be the opportunity to counterattack. Harry opened his mouth, but no words escaped his throat. Oddly, it wasn�t that he couldn�t speak; it was that he didn�t want to. Harry pocketed his wand, smiling at Malfoy. He felt his cheeks blush, slightly.

�Oh, yes. It has taken effect, hasn�t it?� Malfoy started walking circles around him. All the students murmured curiously, even the Slytherins, �I just want you to know everything you see is real; everything you hear is real; everything you physically feel is real. I didn�t charm any of those senses. And I�m going to keep casting this charm on you, until you�re begging for mercy.�

Harry hadn�t the slightest to what Malfoy was talking about. He didn�t care. Really, the only thing he cared about was keeping his eyes on Malfoy. He couldn�t look away; he didn�t want to.

Malfoy brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. Harry never noticed just how blond his hair was; he found it pretty. Malfoy licked his bottom lip causing Harry to shudder.

�I don�t want this to wear off, yet.� Malfoy said, pointing his wand at Harry, �Lasciva Maxima!�

Harry�s green eyes remained open wide. Malfoy continued encircling him, and Harry slowly swivelled, so he could keep his eyes on him. He no longer had the desire for revenge or to cast any Sensory Charm on him. No, what Harry really wanted was to touch Malfoy�s face.

Harry gasped. Oh, my God. He cast a charm to make you attracted to him!

His initial shock was soon replaced with yearning. He didn�t just want to touch Malfoy; he had to. Leaning forward, Harry outstretched an arm. Malfoy caught his hand within his own, �Oh, you want to do that, don�t you?�

Licking his bottom lip, Harry�s eyes bore into Malfoy with desire. The blond tutted, letting go of Harry�s hand. The entire crowed fell silent.

Harry frowned, disappointed that Malfoy let go of him. He took a single step forward but stopped suddenly. His trousers felt unnaturally tight around his crotch. These were Dudley�s hand-me-downs; they should never feel tight.

Malfoy�s gaze casually fell to Harry�s crotch. Licking his bottom lip again, he grinned and pointed his wand at Harry, �Lasciva Maxima!�

Falling to his knees, Harry breathed heavily. Large beads of sweat formed along his hairline. His pulse pounded so hard, he could feel it through his throbbing erection. It had grown to the point of becoming painful.

�What�s wrong with him?� A voice called.

�He looks sick! Maybe he�ll retch!� Called an excited voice, who Harry assumed was Dennis Creevey.

Harry didn�t pay any of the random calls any mind. All he could think about was Malfoy, touching Malfoy, being touched by Malfoy. That was all he wanted right now. He didn�t even care that there was an audience to witness it.

�What did you do to him, Malfoy?!� Ron snarled.

�Oh, relax.� Malfoy chuckled, �He�s fine. In fact, I bet he�s feeling more than fine.� Malfoy sat down, right in front of him, �Aren�t you, Potter?�

�Touch me.� Harry whispered.

�What was that? I couldn�t hear you.� Malfoy grinned.

�Touch me, Malfoy!� Harry begged, �Please.�

Harry swallowed hard. Dammit, I can�t fight this. I want him so bad.

�Touch you?� Malfoy laughed, �Touch you where?�

�You know where!� Harry screamed. The students� murmurs sounded of curiosity and anxiety.

Malfoy shoved Harry against his shoulder, forcing the brunet to fall on his back. Pointing his wand at him again, Malfoy whispered, �Lasciva Maxima!�

Dropping his wand, Malfoy leaned over Harry. He held his hand, palm out flat, a few inches above Harry�s pulsating erection, �Is that where you want me to touch you?� he asked, his eyes wide with madness.

�Yes!� Harry exclaimed. He arched his hips, desperately hoping his cock could just brush against Malfoy�s hand through the material of his trousers.

�Beg me!� Malfoy viciously ordered, licking his lips with a wide grin across his face.

�Please!� Harry pleaded, �Please, touch me! For the love of God! I�ll do anything!�

�Stop it! STOP IT!� Hermione shrieked, marching straight over Harry and Malfoy, �You�re humiliating him! This is inhumane! Stop it! Please!�

Malfoy glanced back, narrowing his eyes at her. He looked back at Harry, �Admit defeat, and I�ll touch you.�

�I admit it! You win!� Harry�s eyes widened, his excitement peaking that Malfoy was finally going to touch him.

But, Malfoy didn�t touch him. With a smirk, he snatched his wand and stood. Waving his wand over Harry and whispering an inaudible incantation, Malfoy then turned toward Hermione, �There. I�m done.�

Harry sat up. He stared at the grass with his eyebrows lowered. Everything that had just happened replayed through his mind. With a groan, he dropped his face into his hands.

A loud cry echoed throughout the mass. Harry looked up to see Ron running at Malfoy, his face contorted with rage.

Hermione lunged forward and grabbed Ron around his torso, �Stop, Ron. Stop!�

�No!� Ron screamed, a line of saliva shooting from his mouth, �That was messed up! I�ll kill you!� He hostilely grabbed Hermione�s arms, frantically jumping and trying to break free.

�Calm down, Weasley.� Malfoy replied casually, �There�s no need for death threats.� Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward.

�Please, stop, Ron.� Hermione said, �You�re just making it worse.�

Ron desisted, �How can you tell me to stop after you saw what he did to Harry?�

�I know, Ron, but-� Hermione�s attention suddenly averted to the silent crowd, �What are you still doing here? Go back inside! There�s nothing to see!�

The group remained silent and didn�t move.

�Didn�t you hear her?!� Ron bellowed, �GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!�

The students all quickly turned around and started walking to the castle. Hermione and Ron rushed over to Harry and helped him to his feet.

�Are you okay?� Hermione asked, gently rubbing his back.

�Oh, yeah. I�m great.� Harry sarcastically grumbled, his gaze glued to his shoes.

Hermione and Ron grimaced, neither really sure what to say.

�Get away from him!� Malfoy shouted, walking over to the trio. He, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson were the only students who stayed behind, �He�s my slave for the rest of the day.�

Hermione and Ron turned to face Malfoy. Ron stood in front of Harry, reaching back and grabbing his arms as if using himself as a human shield.

�You won�t be partaking in our activities, today.� Malfoy drawled.

�Shove off, Malfoy!� Ron shouted, �Harry�s not going anywhere.�

�Oh, yes he is.� Malfoy replied matter-of-factly, �He has to. Otherwise, he�s breaking the Unbreakable Vow.�

�Thank you, Ron.� Harry muttered, �But, it�s okay.�

Ron and Hermione turned back around to face Harry. Hermione nervously bit her bottom lip, �Harry, just. . . Don�t refuse. Whatever it is, if you must protest, ask questions if have to. But, whatever you do, don�t say no or refuse.�

�That�s enough, Mudblood.� Malfoy snarled, aggressively snatching Harry�s arm, �You�re coming with me, Potter. Oh, and tell her she�s a Mudblood.�

�N-�

�Harry, just do it!� Hermione cried, wiping the tears that formed in the corner of her eyes.

Harry sighed, clenching his eyes shut, �You�re a Mudblood. . .� he whispered.

�Louder!� Malfoy ordered, �I can�t hear you. Open your eyes; make eye contact with her when you do it.�

Harry bit onto his quivering lip. His eyes were swollen red when he looked up at Hermione, �You�re a Mudblood.� He said.

�I�m so sorry, Harry.� Hermione�s lips curled, and she sniffled. Her and Ron�s eyebrows lifted empathetically as they glanced back at him one more time before heading to the castle.

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The normal volume of voices echoing throughout the Great Hall died during lunch. The Slytherin table held the only conversing students. Harry sat next to Malfoy at the Slytherin table, starring vacantly at his empty plate. Even if students from the houses weren�t saying anything, he could still feel them staring at him in wonder.

�Tell him he can�t eat the rest of the day.� Crabbe suggested to him.

�It doesn�t look like he�s doing that, anyway.� Malfoy replied placidly.

�Make him go insult more of his friends!� Parkinson said with a giggle.

�Mm, no. They all know I�m sending him to do it.� Malfoy�s eyes slowly scanned across the Great Hall. His attention stopped at the staff table, �But, that giant oaf doesn�t.�

Harry�s attention shot to the staff table. He could see that Malfoy stared right at Hagrid. He looked back at Harry, his grey eyes piercing, and a wicked grin drew across his face, �Go tell him what a great big fool he is, and how you always hated his Care of Magical Creatures class.�

�N-� Harry started, �But, why? He�s never doing anything to you!�

�Please, he�s almost killed all of us in that class.� Malfoy leaned back slightly, resting his hands against the back of his head, �Besides, it�ll amuse me.�

�And if I choose death?� Harry snarled.

�Oh, noble-Potter. He�d rather die than insult his friends!� Malfoy chuckled. The surrounding Slytherins laughed with him, �What is it the Daily Prophet calls you? �The Chosen One�? It would be quite difficult to protect your friends from the Dark Lord if you were dead, wouldn�t it?�

Harry growled lowly and briskly stood from the table. He walked to the staff table, all the way to the very end where Hagrid sat.

�All righ�, Harry?� Hagrid beamed.

Harry clenched his fists and shut his eyes. Heaving a long sigh, he looked up at Hagrid and said, �I�m sorry.�

�Summat the matter, Harry?� Hagrid asked curiously.

�You are a great big fool, and I�ve always hated Care of Magical Creatures class.� Harry felt so ashamed that he turned on the spot and ran back to the Slytherin table. He didn�t even want to see Hagrid�s face. All he hoped was that Hagrid would give him the chance to apologize tomorrow.

The Slytherins� faces hung over the tables; banging their fists, they laughed so hard. Harry sat back down next to Malfoy with a scowl across his face and his arms crossed.

�Did you see his face?� Malfoy gleefully laughed, �He looked like he was going to cry!�

�I think he is crying!� Blaise Zabini said.

Harry clenched his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back the tears that formed in the corner of his eyes. Curling his lips in, he tightly bit onto them, refusing to give Malfoy and the Slytherins the pleasure of watching him cry.

�Hmm, what else can we have Potter do?� Malfoy asked.

�Professor Snape�s getting up.� Zabini said, �Wouldn�t it be funny to see Potter try to jinx him?�

�That would be funny!� Malfoy replied.

�I can�t do that!� Harry shouted. His eyes sprung open, �I�ll get detention and. . . I can�t be your slave if I�m in detention.� He suddenly thought doing this might not be such a bad idea.

�And if he gives you detention, you skive it.� Malfoy said indifferently.

�I could get expelled!� Harry grabbed the edge of the table firmly.

�Not my problem.� Malfoy said, twiddling his fork, �After you do it, run to the dungeons. We�ll meet you there.�

Harry knuckles turned white from grabbing the edge of the table so hard; his jaw twitched. Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him, �Go do it, now!�

Harry stood slowly. He walked to the aisle Snape strolled down. Thinking it best to just get it over with, Harry quickly ran up to him and drew his wand, �Stupefy!�

Snape�s jaw dropped, and he fell to the floor, skidding to the opposite end of the aisle. Bolting toward the Entrance Hall, Harry didn�t wait to see anybody�s reaction.

He slid and stumbled against the slick floor. He caught himself and stood back up, running over to the door that lead to the dungeons. After running down the stairs, Harry stopped right outside the hidden door to the Slytherin common room, which he remembered from his second year.

Harry panted heavily. Resting his palms against his knees, he stood huddled over. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead; Harry wiped them off. Snape is going to literally kill me. . .

Echoing sounds of excited laughter ricocheted off the walls from the staircase. Malfoy appeared at the end of the dungeon corridors, followed by his band of Slytherins. Harry could make out pieces of their conversation.

�He is so mad. Potter is in so much trouble!�

�Next time Professor Snape finds him, he�s going to have to clean toilets for the rest of the year!�

They walked right up to Harry, stopping at the concealed door. �True Honor.� Malfoy said, revealing the door to the common room.

Opening the door, Malfoy hostilely shoved Harry inside. The Slytherins piled in, walking around him. Crabbe and Goyle sat next to one another on the black sofa. Zabini took the lone chair. Pansy Parkinson sat on an empty couch; Malfoy laid across the same couch, resting his head in Parkinson�s lap.

He glanced up at Harry, who was still standing by the door, �Sit down.� He ordered.

Grinding his teeth, Harry walked to the couch Malfoy lay across, sitting next to his feet.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and kicked Harry off the couch, making him land flat on his stomach, �You�re a slave. You can sit on the floor.� The Slytherins thundered with laughter.

Pushing himself back to his hands and knees, Harry sat up. He pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees. A glower on his face, Harry stared ahead at nothing.

�What should we make him do now?� Zabini asked in boredom.

�I dunno.� Malfoy yawned, �Maybe we can make him go kill Weasley.� The Slytherins all laughed.

�Oh, fuck you, Malfoy!� Harry growled.

�It was a joke, Potter.� Malfoy snapped, sitting up, �But, don�t you talk to me like that. You are my slave. I am your master. In fact. . . You will address me from now on as either Master or sir. Understand?�

�Yes.� Harry muttered.

�Yes, what?� He asked.

�Yes, Master.� Harry shuddered, a part of him feeling violated that he had to refer to Malfoy in such a manner.

�I�d tell you to do my homework if I wasn�t sure I�d get a better grade than you.� Malfoy smirked.

Harry scoffed, staring at the floor.

�He can do my homework!� Crabbe said.

�Do Crabbe�s homework.� Malfoy ordered, �And Goyle�s, for that matter. Merlin knows, he�s barely passing.�

�Okay,� Harry said, �Where are they? . . .sir.�

�It�s in our dormitory.� Malfoy stood up, �Follow me.�

Harry pushed himself to his feet. Malfoy led him up the stairs. They stopped at a black wooden door, and he opened it.

When they walked in, Malfoy pointed to a trunk, �That�s Crabbe�s.� He pointed to another, �That�s Goyle�s. Their bags are in there. Do all their homework, and do it your best. Don�t purposely do a bad job. Also,� Malfoy spun a one-eighty, pointing to a completely different trunk and four poster, �that is my stuff. You are not allowed to touch any of my belongings!�

�Alright. . . Master.� Harry said, staring blankly at the ceiling.

�I will be back before dinner.� Malfoy continued, �You are not to leave here unless you finish their homework, which I doubt you will.�

�Yes, Master.� Harry replied with an air of boredom.

Malfoy turned away, walking out and shutting the door behind him. Harry walked over Crabbe�s trunk and opened it. Pulling out his bag, Harry was astonished to see the amount of homework he had.

Hours passed, Harry�s buttocks felt numb from sitting on the floor for so long. He glanced in the direction of Crabbe�s remaining homework pile and sighed. He hadn�t even quite finished half of it, yet. It was dull work, but at the same time, he preferred doing homework to humiliating himself and insulting his friends.

After Harry completed one of the essays, he set it down with Crabbe�s quill. He cracked his knuckles and shook his wrists. His joints had grown quite sore from the amount of writing he had completed.

Flipping through the sheets of homework, Harry reviewed his work. Harry hoped the teacher didn�t recognize his writing. His concern wasn�t so much for Crabbe�s benefit but for his own. He knew his essays were generally better than this, but he also had Hermione to edit it for him. Malfoy only ordered for him to do his best, and that was technically what he did.

A light click sounded, and Harry looked up to see Malfoy stepping in quickly and shutting the door behind him. He turned and looked at Harry on the floor, �I don�t care if you haven�t finished. You�re done doing their homework.�

�I�ve only gotten half of Crabbe�s done.� Harry explained. He really didn�t want to go down to dinner and be publically humiliated again, �I haven�t even started on Goyle�s.�

�I don�t care. You�re done.� Malfoy said, �Put his things away.�

�Yes, sir.� Harry replied, grabbing all of Crabbe�s parchment and books.

He couldn�t help but notice Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. His back faced him, but Harry could see he was waving his wand at the door. The incantations he spoke were barely audible to Harry�s ears.

After stuffing Crabbe�s things back into his bag, Harry set it in his trunk. Turning around, the brunet stood up to see Malfoy facing him. His grey eyes slowly scanned from the top of Harry�s head to his feet while he licked his bottom lip.

�Bless that camera-wielding Mudblood!� He said with a smirk, �I could kiss him. Really. I wish I had thought of that.�

�Okay. . .� Harry lifted a curious eyebrow, then asked, �Aren�t we going to dinner?�

�Oh no. We�re not going to dinner.� Malfoy replied, his grey eyes wide, intensely piercing into Harry, �It was so difficult to shake those fools off, and I wanted to do that all day.�

�Okay. . .� Harry repeated, shifting nervously. As Malfoy walked toward him, he saw that behind him there was a large metal lock bolted in the side of the door and the wall directly next to it. Harry felt certain that it was not there before, �What do you want me to do, then? . . . Master.�

�Stop calling me that, for one.� Malfoy said, stopping right in front of Harry, �It was amusing in front of my friends, but as it�s just me and you, I want you to call me. . . Draco.�

�Draco?� Harry asked, lifting his eyebrows in surprise.

�Yes, Potter. Draco.� He smirked, �It is my name, after all.�

�I know that, but we always-�

�Shhh.� Malfoy said softly, placing his hand on the left side of Harry�s neck and running his thumb slowly along his jaw-line.

Harry�s gaze fell to Malfoy�s hand, then back to his bright grey eyes. His breathing trembled, �W-What are you doing, Mal- Draco?�

Malfoy smiled when Harry said his name, �Yes, I like it when you call me that.� He whispered.

Wrapping his free arm around Harry�s waist, he pulled the shorter boy close to him. Malfoy tilted his head to the left side of Harry�s neck, planting his lips at the base of his jaw, then letting his tongue slide across the crevice on the back of Harry�s ear.

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A/N: My goodness, thank you for all the reviews! :D I'd like to make a note, though, as this is a Challenge Response, the plot bunny came from takhen, so she gets credit for that, not me. x)

qwerty - Luxuria is the Latin term for the sin, "Lust". Celo is Latin for "secret" or "hidden". Since I thought "Secret Lust" or "Hidden Lust" had an ugly ring to it, I went with Latin simply for the superficial reasoning that it sounded pretty. :)
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