CHAPTER ONE

[[I have noticed that it would be hard to write a fan fiction for any year of Hogwarts without changing the story line completely. So now, I'm going to pretend that Voldemort is dead and it's their seventh year. Harry has killed Voldemort and now is half way through their seventh year.

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It was a bright December morning. The sun was glistening through the windows of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The fake ceiling showed a light snow coming down from the sky. It just seemed all to well done. Everything was perfect. Students were coming down from their dorms to eat the well-prepped breakfast.

Including one special student. Harry Potter was finally able to live his life normally. With Voldemort dead, he could do what he wanted without fear of death. He could do everything he wanted. A small smile moved onto his tanned face as his shaggy black hair fell into his eyes. He loved it. He could be himself. He started to nibble on some toast while watching the snow some.

"Hm…"

Many thoughts ran through the Quidditch captains mind as he watched the ceiling. It was just peaceful. He could relax, not worry about anything but his studies and Quiddich, and do what he wanted. Everything was going to be perfect. Except for one deep desire that surged through his body. The urge to just shag someone…and he wasn't saying whom.

"Hey Potter!"

Harry jumped some and looked back, seeing just the person he wished to shag. A light shade of pink crept up into his face as he watched the bleach blond walking toward him. Draco Malfoy. The man that made Harry shiver and want to bend over for the man. He just wanted to feel Draco pushing into him and kissing him all over…anything…

"I want to make a bet with you Potter. Come and speak with me alone for a moment." Draco said, watching Harry with light eyes.

Harry shivered toward the tone but nodded. He slowly stood up and finished his toast rather quickly before walking out toward the halls. Draco followed close behind him. Harry could feel the man behind him. He could scenes his breathing, his body, his emotions. For some reason, Harry could feel everything.

A small sigh fell from his lips as he stopped and watched the ground. Draco soon stopped behind him and blinked, waiting for a few moments. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to Harry. He had thought for nearly an hour last night on what to do and how to say it, and now he knew.

"Potter, I want to make a bet with you." Draco said, his voice calm.

Harry blinked and looked up toward him. "Hm…yeah? What is it Malfoy?"

Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "If my team wins, you'll be my slave for the rest of the school year. If your team wins, I'll be yours. What do you say Potter?"

Harry blushed brightly at the thought. For so long he had wanted to be with Draco. But he couldn't because of their differences. Harry was light and Draco was dark. Their worlds were so different. But now, Draco was letting him have a choice on whether he could be with him or not. And he was taking it.

"Alright Malfoy. But be prepared to call me Master." Harry said, keeping his attitude toward Draco the same for now.

Draco smirked and nodded. "Good show Potter. Now let's see who actually wins."

Draco glared and smirked, walking down to his changing rooms. Harry took in a deep breath before doing the same. He went down to the Gryffindor changing room and slowly stripped of his clothes. He pulled on his rather tight tan pants and then the upper robes meant for Quidditch. A small sigh fell from his lips as he put on his gloves and other pads before grabbing his Firebolt.

Harry slowly walked into the room followed by the rest of the team. All of them were starting to change as Harry slowly walked over toward the door. He sighed and watched them for a few moments. A small sigh fell from his lips as he waited for them to finish dressing. They all came out toward him and watched him.

"Alright guys…let's have a good game. This will be our final game. Hopefully we'll win and get the Quidditch Cup! Let's make it good!" Harry said, smiling.

They all shouted in unison and smiled. Harry heard them being called and mounted his broom. He flew out followed by his team. Looking around, he zipped up to the center of the field and waved some. He just waited there, watching around the area. He had to make sure to not…er…to find the Snitch before Draco did.

Harry was definitely distracted. He heard the Slytherin team get called out and looked over, spotting Draco's platinum blond hair from all the way up. He watched him as Draco flew up to where he was. A small glare formed in his eyes as a challenge. Draco soon sent it back at him as the two watched each other. The golden Snitch flew past them and up toward the sun before disappearing from sight. Time seemed to just hold still before a whistle was heard and both of them were off.

Harry wasn't even really paying attention to where he was going. He was watching as Draco flew around, looking for the snitch. Not paying attention, he saw a small glint of gold before looking up. He spotted the Snitch this early! He quickly started to follow it but noticed that Draco had as well. The two were soon at it, racing head to head to get the Snitch. Harry outstretched his arm and Draco was soon to follow.

The two went at it neck to neck. They seemed like they were going to get it. Both of them were fighting. They could hear the announcer over everything else. "POTTER AND MALFOY AT THE SNITCH! NECK AND NECK! WHOEVER GETS IT WINS THE GAME!" Harry looked toward Draco and glared some. Draco thought quickly, smirking lightly as he cocked his head some.

"Something wrong Potter?" Malfoy shouted over the wind.

Harry glared. "Nothing's wrong Malfoy! I hope you're ready to lose that bet!"

"In your dreams!" Malfoy shouted.

Harry blinked a few times before quickly looking toward the left. He saw a Buldger and quickly dived, hoping not to be hit. Draco seemed unphased. He smirked as he rolled and dodged it. He lurched forward quickly and snatched the Snitch from the air. He pulled back on the broom and looked down at Harry, smirking lightly. The groan from half the crowd as Draco slowly landed.

Harry sighed and slowly landed his broom. He felt his feet touch the ground and bowed his head some. The team sighed lightly and shook their heads, looking over toward Harry. The team captain looked over toward his team and sighed, giving them an apologetic look. They all shook their head to dismiss it before they started to head back to the lockers. Harry followed, hearing Draco snicker from all the way across the field.

The team changed rather quickly. They were soon out of the room and walking down the hall, talking about the game and what they were going to do for the rest of the night. Harry let out a soft sigh and shook his head. He got what he wanted…but his team was put down. They were going to be so angry at him later. He knew they were. The male soon started to take off his clothes, hearing the door open some.

"Look Ron, I'm really sorry mate. I didn't mean to…" Harry murmured, still stripping.

"Oh don't worry Potter. I'm sure they won't mind."

Turning around quickly, Harry glared some as he spotted Draco Malfoy standing in the door way, not Ron. He backed up a few feet before looking down at the ground. He had lost his bet fair and square. Their team lost, Draco's won. He would have to just accept that and do what Draco told him. He heard the door being locked before he clenched his fists some.

"Let's see…what do I want to see Perfect Potter do first, hm? I have an idea….I always wanted to shut that mouth of yours up." Draco murmured.

Harry looked up quickly and blinked, watching him. Draco walked over toward the smaller male and smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry just kind of glared before he saw Malfoy move. Draco was soon grabbing his hands and pulling them behind Harry's back. He murmured something under his breath. Harry felt his arms tighten around his back and winced some, looking back. He spotted some binds on his arms, holding them tightly.

"Alright Potter. On your knees. I want to see that cocky little mouth filled with something it should be filled with. Me." Draco hissed.

Harry gasped and glared some. "M-Malfoy…."

"Do it Harry, or I'll jinx you here and now."

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