“Thanks for the meal, Dobby.”

“Dobby is glad to be of service, Harry Potter, sir!”

Harry watched with amusement as the excited house-elf tripped over one of the many socks scattered around the room, falling on its face with a thump. Waving, Harry exited the kitchen, coming to a stop out in the darkened hall as the portrait snapped closed behind him, a butterbeer in hand.

Downing half the bottle in one go, the boy-who-lived strolled casually down the corridor, his black school robes flowing behind him as he kept a steady pace, broken only when he came upon the wide, empty Entrance Hall to the school. A short mental debate ensured, whether he should return to his dormitory or continue his midnight walk. He finally decided on the latter and continued onwards, into the Great Hall.

Spotting nothing of interest, Harry finished off the last of his drink, tossing the bottle against one of the stone walls before revealing the Marauder's Map, ignoring the loud sound caused by the shattering of glass. He wasn't worried about being caught.

Withdrawing his holly wand with his right hand, he tapped the folded parchment twice, intoning as he seated himself upon the Ravenclaw table, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Before his eyes, lines of ink started to appear, crisscrossing the page, taking the shape of rooms and passageways, some hidden and some not. Then names appeared, all above their own dot. Most of them were grouped together in the dorms, but a few were out and wandering. Mostly professors, but he spied the occasional student, again, mostly prefects, all returning to their common rooms for the night. There were a few, however, that weren't supposed to be out.

Like Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones, whose dots were strangely over-lapping. It didn't take Harry long to figure out what was happening. He smirked, arching an eyebrow as his legs dangled from the edge of the table. He was contemplating on whether he should go have a look before he saw a name closing in on their position in the Astronomy Tower. It was Professor McGonagall, and she was moving fast, as if she were running. He watched her dot enter the room and stop in the doorway as the other two sprung apart. He could only imagine what was happening up there.

With a chuckle, his eyes roamed the map. Filch was on the third floor, chasing a student he didn't know through the old restricted hall from Harry's first year, where the Philosophers Stone had been kept. Under them, on the second, Fred and George were both stationary inside a toilet cubicle. He vaguely remembered the two brothers talking about a prank involving toilet seats, but forgot the details.

He was about to deactivate the map when two names caught his attention, leaving the Slytherin common room in the dungeons.

Tracy Davis.

And Draco Malfoy.

Now Harry wasn't a big fan of the rumor mill, considering he was often involved in the latest gossip, but everyone knew of Malfoy's new little whore. He had dumped Parkinson on her arse and moved up the 'food chain', as it were. Tracy was definitely more attractive than Pansy, and Harry was still wondering what she saw in that rat-faced bastard. He made been toying with the idea of fucking with Malfoy's mind the following morning with a few well placed insults, but he had a much better idea now.

It was spell testing time.

Standing, Harry swiftly exited the Great Hall, making a beeline towards the stairs that led down into the dungeons. Malfoy and his tart were heading deeper into the labyrinth of passageways, making it easier for Harry to predict where they were heading. There were no stairs down that way, making it impossible for them to get passed him.

It didn't take long for the two to find a suitable place. Harry quickly memorized the path and deactivated the map, lighting his wand all in the same motion wordlessly. Map away, he quickened his pace, mentally cackling at the opportunity. After Voldemort's rebirth, Harry had taken it upon himself to get ready, seeing as how the headmaster didn't seem to be doing anything, bar sanctioning Occlumnecy lesions between Snape and himself, which were an utter failure. Harry had taken to learning the Dark Arts, following the popular saying, “Know thy enemy.”

Let us say that he got a little... addicted to their power. He wasn't the same Harry Potter that Voldemort used for his re-birth.

Approaching the room, he paused outside the doorway, listening in. The unmistakable sound of snogging reached his ears, as well as the rustling of fabric. They hadn't moved passed kissing yet, which suited his purpose perfectly. Waving his wand, he extinguished his wand-light before casting a detection spell on the door. They hadn't even locked it the muggle way, let alone with magic.

Shaking his head at their carelessness, he quickly grabbed the handle, turned it, and flung the door open, rushing into the room. Before the pair could react, a stunner rocketed from Harry's wand, slamming into the platinum blondes chest, throwing him into the wall like a rag-doll, unconscious.

“Impedimenta!” Tracy shrieked, bringing her wand out to chest level. Harry swerved around her spell, hitting the girl with a silencing spell, interrupting her second casting. Before she could recover, he leveled his wand at her head, muttering, “Imperio.”

Her mind was weak, and he was in control in seconds, her hazel eyes glazed. In the back of his mind, he could feel her will completely under his grasp. It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. It was like he had two minds, the second only getting information when he deemed so.

Ignoring the attractive Slytherin for the moment, he turned his attention towards Draco. Summoning an old, disused chair, he levitated the blonde onto it before bounding him tightly with thick conjured rope. Casting a few strengthening charms so the chair didn't give way, he turned back towards Tracy, who was still staring at him with vacant eyes, wand held loosely at her side.

“Come to me.” He thought, directing it towards what he had dubbed his second mind. She obeyed without question, moving forward fluidly, stopping mere inches from his body. He shivered in anticipation as he flung his wand towards the door, closing and locking it with a weird squelching sound, before chanting under his breath, waving his magical focus in a practiced movement. With a slight flare of magic, the room was blanketed in a silencing ward, draining a decent portion of his magic.

“On you're knees.” He commanded, and once again, she did so without hesitation. Unbuttoning his outer robe, he pushed it aside before unbuttoning his pants, parting the fabric to reveal is red boxers. Smirking, he commanded her through the link to start sucking his cock.

There was a slight tugging at the back of his mind that took him by surprise as her will suddenly became stronger, and he had to concentrate, wrestling it back under his control. It only took a few seconds, but when he was finally back in control, she didn't hesitate in reaching out to remove his appendage from his boxers, immediately sticking his limp organ in her warm mouth.

His eyes closed as she started slowly, using one hand to hold the base firmly while the other played with his balls. It wasn't long before he was completely hard, her tongue licking, her lips sucking all along his shaft.

Opening his eyes, he revived the Death Eater spawn with a flick of his wand, smirking as the self-proclaimed 'Slytherin Prince' awakened.

“Wha-Tracy?” He looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Wha-What! POTTER!”

The smirk never once left his face. “Morning Draco.” He said cheerfully, glancing at his watch. It was half-passed twelve.

“What's going - Tracy! Wha - POTTER!” Draco spluttered incoherently. His normally pale face was flushed red in anger as he stared at his girlfriend in shock. “What are you doing!?”

“What does it look like she's doing, Draco?” Harry asked, slipping his wand into a pocket before threading his fingers through her raven locks. “She's giving me a blowjob. Isn't it great?” After a little mental command, she made few loud slurps and moans, before going back to the task at hand. Harry couldn't help giving a slight groan at her actions.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!?” He screamed in rage, struggling against the ropes that tied his body down. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU, POTTER!”

Harry snorted, before laughing mockingly in fake amusement. “You? You will kill me? Come now, Draco. There are dreams, and then there are delusions. So hard to tell apart. Trust me, I know more than anyone.”

“I'LL KILL YOU! AND THEN THE DARK LORD WI-” The young Malfoy heir never got to finish his sentence, as a loud whip-cracking sound echoed throughout the room. Draco's head rocked back as he shouted in pain, a long bloody laceration running the length of his left cheek. Harry twirled his wand around in his right hand, eerily similar to that of the Dark Lord. His left was still tangled in Tracy's hair as she worked him.

“The Dark Lord will do nothing, you brainwashed little shit. He'd likely kill you for taking away his chance at revenge. He wants me for himself.”

“FUCK YOU, POT-” Another loud crack sounded, another bloody gash, now appearing on his right shoulder. Harry started at how good it made him feel to cause pain, nearly unloading in the pretty Slytherin before him. “You-You fucking half-blood piece of sh-”

“Crucio!” Harry shuddered as a scream of pure agony was torn from Malfoy's throat, filling the room at a deafening pitch. He cried and thrashed against his prison, only to cause himself more pain and anguish. Harry couldn't take it anymore and groaned, pulling his cock out of Tracy's mouth, pulling himself. He sighed as he covered the girls face in his seed. Harry realized the unforgivable had fallen due to his lack in concentration. Both of them.

“Where-What's goi-” The girl asked in confusion before succumbing to a well placed stunner.

“Now, where was I?” Bending down, he picked up an old quill that fell out of Tracy's robes, transfiguring it into a sharp fork. Flicking his wand, the fork flew at high-speed towards the blonde, impaling his thigh, before retracting, then impaling it again. Malfoy moaned in pain, having screamed his throat raw under the Cruciatus.

Twirling his wand in a circular motion, a spray of acid erupted from the tip, coating the right side of Draco's face. He thrashed, screamed, moaned, as his skin was slowly eaten away, leaving a grossly warped, bloody pulp. Moving on, he muttered something under his breath, a yellow beam of light firing from his wand, hitting his captive in the kneecaps.

Draco's eyes bulged in pain, his mouth opening in a silent shriek as he convulsed madly against Harry's ropes. A sob escaped the boy's lips as his lower legs began inflating, growing so quickly that only seconds after it started, it finished, the skin tearing, his legs exploding in a mass of fleshy gore, spraying everything remotely close to him in crimson blood.

Harry cackled insanely as he removed his glasses, using his robe to wipe them clean. Where his legs previously rested, two large bones stained with blood stood, the product of a simple enlargement charm twisted for sinister purposes. Harry was very pleased with the results.

“Well,” Harry drawled, disappointed that Malfoy had passed out from the pain. “This is getting tiresome. Time to end this.”

Lethargically, Harry flicked his wand at his one-time rival, a jet of flames spraying forth, engulfing him fully. He shrieked for a full minute before they died down, his charred corpse filling the room with a putrid stench. Sighing, Harry quickly cleaned himself off, putting his cock away and re-buttoning his clothes before removing all his enchantments, the door again making that odd squelch as it unlocked.

“Come, my dear. I'm not finished with you yet.” A swish and flick had Tracy floating behind him as he exited the room, her face still drenched in his home-brand milk. As he rounded the corner, her limp body still following, he was suddenly hit by the strange urge to pull a tail.

“I'm losing my mind.” He muttered quietly, but not completely objecting to the idea.

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Authors Notes: Well, what does everybody think of this? This was written for the Annual Draco Kill-Off over on the DarkLordPotter Forums, a place I visit regularly as a Moderator. It only took a few hours split between two days. I thought it deserved a place here on this site.

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