Title: Consuming Darkness

Pairing: Draco/Hermione/Harry

Disclaimer: We all know the wonderful J.K Rowling owns these awesome characters. I make no money from this.

Category: Darkfic, Graphic Violence

Author's Note: This story is not for the faint hearted. It includes blood play and very graphic violence. It also contains character deaths though it's not Draco, Hermione, or Harry and slash. Not HBP or DH compliant.

Summary: Harry has been having some disturbing dreams and visions. There is something dark simmering inside him. How does he cope with this? How does Hermione come into play? And Draco Malfoy?

"Do it." A deep husky voice whispered enticingly from behind Harry. "Kill him. Show him who's in charge."

Harry felt a surge of malicious glee bubble inside him before he raised his hand to the weak old man. A blue beaming light shot from his hand and sliced the wizard clearly in half. The body crumbled to the floor, a pool of blood forming.

"Gods." The deep voice said breathlessly. "I love watching you kill. We both do. Don't we baby?"

"Gods yes." A soft almost musical voice said from beside him.

Harry turned and smirked at the small curly haired girl. Lifting his hand he wrapped it in her soft tresses and kissed her hard. The girl moaned wantonly, sucking on Harry's tongue when it entered her mouth.

Harry groaned when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and cup his cock through his pants. Warm lips trailed kisses from his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it slightly.

"Make her suck your cock Harry. Fuck her mouth until she chokes." the voice said seductively.

Harry made a noise between a grunt and a moan and tugged on the brown curls. The girl whimpered then lowered to her knees. The hands wrapped around his waist unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock jerking him in front of the girls face. Harry moaned thrusting into the hand.

"Open up baby." The voice said, grabbing the girl by the hair and pushing her face towards Harry's cock.

When the warm wet mouth surrounded him Harry hissed unable to stop himself from thrusting forward. The girl gagged a bit at having such a large organ in her small mouth.

"That's it. Fuck her mouth Harry. Harder."

Harry started thrusting into her mouth with abandon while the strong hand held her head in place. Spit and cum spilled from the girls mouth as she spluttered and choked. Harry started to slow down worried that he may be hurting her, but the girl shook her head moaning around his cock. Her brown eyes were almost black with lust; she seemed to enjoy being used.

"She's such a little slut. Look at her, sucking cock like a common whore. Take it baby. Take all of it."

Hearing the deep voice behind him was bringing Harry close to the edge fast. When he felt the person behind him press his hard cock against his ass Harry came with a roar. The girl tried to swallow as much as she could but some dribbled down her chin.

Harry leaned back against the hard chest, his head resting on broad shoulders. Strong hands caressed his face then held his chin, turning his face Harry's emerald green eyes met with steely grey ones….

Harry Potter woke up with a start, his chest heaving and his pajamas drenched in sweat and cum. Looking around frantically he realized he was in his bed at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. He was certainly not in Malfoy Manor killing Dumbledore and having kinky brutal sex with Malfoy and Hermione. Taking in a relieved breath he laid back on his bed staring at the cracked ceiling of his godfather's house. Well, his house he supposed since Sirius had given it to him in his will last year. Sighing, he closed his eyes briefly but the image of Hermione sucking his cock and Malfoy's metallic eyes flashed in his mind. Well, he could certainly imagine having sex with Hermione considering he'd been harboring a crush on her since fifth year, but Malfoy?

Harry didn't understand why he continued having dreams similar to this one. In each dream he'd be in a different place. Diagon Alley, Malfoy Manor, and the graveyard where Voldemort returned, were just a few places he dreamed about. In some dreams he would be sitting on a thrown-like chair with Hermione and Draco on each side of him in similar seats. People in black hooded robes would be kneeling before them, worshipping them. In others Harry would be torturing various faceless wizards and enjoying the way they writhed in pain. In some cases he would simply kill someone for looking at him, Hermione, or Malfoy the wrong way. The dreams, Harry remembered, had started in the summer right after Voldemort returned. They had come in forms of flashes at first when he was asleep. Images and feelings of evil things he'd never felt before. At first Harry had pegged it on the fact that he could see Voldemort's thoughts and feel what he was feeling. He figured these malicious feelings of killing people would go away once he learned to block Voldemort from his mind. Unfortunately, his dreams were still plagued with these thoughts and he was exceptionally skilled in both occlumency and legilimency since the end of fifth year.

He shouldn't be having these malicious feelings towards his friends and people he considered family. Harry remembered a particular dream in which he joyfully dismembered Ron and shoved his own cock down his throat for looking at his Hermione with lust in his eyes. Sighing Harry waved his hand over his pajama bottoms cleaning up the mess he made while he was asleep. Another thing that had changed and come of a surprise to Harry was the large surge in his powers since Voldemort's return. They had steadily grown since the end of fourth year and it has come to a point where Harry didn't even need a wand anymore, his magic now went far beyond wandless. Magic that had once been difficult for him to learn was coming far too easy. Levitating spells, stunning spells, and many others were quickly done with a thought and a wave of his hand. Harry remembered the first night he had used wandless magic.

Harry looked down at the parchment where he had written the title of the book Hermione had said he'd need for their latest potions essay and frowned. He was positive it was on this section of the library. Asiatic Anti-Venoms, should be on one of these shelves! Harry thought getting more and more frustrated as time passed. He'd been searching for almost half an hour and still nothing. He could see Madame Pince start to clean up her desk and looked down at his watch. The library would be closed in five minutes, he needed to find the book fast. Harry closed his eyes in frustration, if he didn't get this book by tonight he wasn't going to have enough time to write out the two feet of parchment Snape had asked for. Gods he just wished the book would suddenly appear in his hands. A shuffling type of noise made Harry open his eyes quickly. He frowned looking around for the source of the noise when he realized it was coming from the left corner of the upper most shelf. There was a slight rattling noise and Harry's eyes opened wide in surprise when he saw a book pull itself out of its place and float down to him. He put out his hand and caught the book. Asiatic Anti-Venoms. Harry didn't have time to wonder about how it happened for Madame Pince had come to shoo him out of the library.

On his way back to Gryffindor Harry pondered on how the book managed to let itself off of its shelf and into his hands. After much thought his mind came back blank and he just chalked it up to another secret about Hogwarts he didn't know. The next day Harry had asked Ron to go to the library with him. He had told him about the incident he'd had the night before and was eager to see the surprise on his face when the books he wanted floated over to him. He was especially excited to tell Hermione about the ability once she got out of her Arithmancy class, knowing how much fun she would have getting books from high shelves without having to use ladders to reach them. He dragged Ron to one of the many shelves in the library and asked him to close his eyes and wish for one of the books. Ron did as he was told, closing his eyes tight and wishing for a book on quidditch. Harry's excited grin faded when he didn't hear any rattling or see any book float down to Ron. Ron opened his eyes and frowned when he didn't see the book hovering above him as Harry had explained. Trying again, he closed his eyes tighter and muttered the name of the book he wanted under his breath. Harry looked around but knew nothing was going to happen.

"Are you sure the book floated to you Harry? Maybe you were tired yesterday and imagined it. How about we finish out potions essays. We can have Hermione look at them once she gets out of her class." Ron said.

Before Harry could argue that he hadn't been tired at all and that he hadn't imagined anything Ron turned and disappeared around the corner of the shelves to sit at an empty desk. Harry put his book bag down and looked at the books around him intently. He wondered if maybe it was a time thing and the magic only worked at night or when one was especially frustrated. Spotting a random book really high on the shelf, Harry read the title and wished for the book. He heard the rattling shuffling noise from last night and watched the book slowly pull itself out and float into his waiting hands. Narrowing his eyes he wished the book back and watched in fascination as it floated back and slid itself on the shelf where it belonged. Harry stood there contemplating why the magic didn't seem to work for Ron when it worked just fine for him. For no other reason but wishful thinking, Harry looked over at his book bag a couple of feet away and stretched out his hand wishing that it would come to him when it lifted and floated to his hand his eyes widened in shock. Dropping the book bag again Harry ran across the library until he was well over ten feet away from his bag. He looked around to make sure no one was around before stretching out his hand and wishing for the bag. When it lifted itself up and floated quickly to him as effective as if he'd used an Accio spell, Harry grinned in excitement. He rushed back over to the table where Ron was sitting. Excited, Harry was about to tell him about his new ability but something sinister bubbled up inside him, stopping him from telling Ron. He didn't know why, but he knew he should keep it a secret for now.

Through out the entire year Harry had tested his new power multiple times after that, wishing for quills and parchment from his trunk while he was still in the common room, wishing for his glasses from his bedside table, wishing for Hermione's panties from her laundry basket after she'd worn them…

Thinking of Hermione's panties brought him back to the present and back to thinking about his latest dream. Shaking his head he tried to get the images out of his mind. He would just keep himself busy and not think about it. Tomorrow he'd be on the Hogwart's Express for his final year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He still had some packing to do and he knew Mrs. Weasley would be knocking on his door early. A sudden malicious thought of cutting off her hand so she couldn't knock on his door flashed in his mind. Harry cringed at the thought and closed his eyes tightly trying to keep the bad feelings of darkness at bay. Everything would be fine once he started classes and got busy with schoolwork and quidditch. He was in his final year and things were bound to get tough.