Hello-Hello! Yes, I hate myself for taking so long. But who's keeping track, anyway? Thanks to SemiAngel8, Bloody Serpent 2, HP Girl 28, Xenia Marvolo, cheza'flower'silver'wolf, trixie101, FlamesofaPheonix, Neko-dono BlueEyes White Dragon Sorcerer, DJFireHawkLady Phoenix Slytherin, voldemortharryslash, little mimi, Scooter-XP, Merrymow

And special thanx to BlueEyes White Dragon Sorcerer 'cuz you just gave me a great idea!!!!!! Luv yoo!!!!!

So here's the story!!!

His alarm clock rang and Harry woke up, his nightmare still playing over in his head, 'I expect to see you here at six o' clock, sharp. Being late adds another week!'

The display angrily burned 5:15.

Our unlucky protagonist then got up and headed for the bathroom. After taking a short shower, he got ready for school and then ate breakfast; all of this taking a little under 30 minutes(1), giving him just enough time to walk to school.

When he got there he had a few minutes to spare, so he ambled to Tom's office. He made sure that he was able to step through the door right when the second hand hit the twelve, ensuring that he arrived at "six o' clock, sharp".

But the first thing he heard when he crossed the threshold was, "You're late."

Tom was leaning against his desk, arms crossed and glare set.

"I'm not late. I walked through that door at exactly 6:00." He matched Tom's glare.

"Not by my watch." He then made his point by taking said watch off and tossing it to Harry.

The younger boy stared at the time teller for a few seconds. Then he said, "That's not fair. You're watch is set ahead."

"32 minutes ahead, to be exact. And, recalling that you are my servant, it doesn't matter what's fair or not; the only thing that matters is me."

The dark-haired tyrant then made his way to Harry, taking his watch back and replacing it on his wrist. "And you better set your watch and clocks to my time; I'll only allow a 15-second leeway on all deadlines. Remember that tardiness leads to the extension of your servitude. And as much as I'd just love to have to put up with your inadequacy for all eternity, it seems I have commitment issues." The last line was dripping with poisonous sarcasm.

Tom then sat down and looked at Harry, who was still standing near the doorway. "Well? Get to work! And eyes down!"

(s)

Almost two hours later found Harry just finishing cleaning Tom's office. All he had left to do was organize the library, install the new program into the computers, and do the preparations for the Halloween Dance.

"Harry", Tom called to him.

Said boy then stopped his work and turned to face the older teen.

"Your pace has gotten faster and you're working more efficiently. It seems you're not completely hopeless after all. And you've been remembering all the rules. And I'm not unkind; good behavior is rewarded." Tom then worked his gaze up and down the subdued Harry's form.

"Come here."

The younger boy slowly walked toward his tyrant, feeling uneasy. His eyes were now downcast for fear of looking at Tom.

"Close your eyes." The command was spoken softly and firmly. And was obeyed.

Harry then felt a sudden tug on his wrist. The force tipped him forward and he a sudden sensation sent shivers down his spine. Said sensation was the feel of lips brushing against his own.

And just as suddenly the feeling was gone and he was pushed back into place.

"You can open your eyes now."

It was then that Harry realized that his eyes were still closed and so he corrected the dangerous blunder immediately. But now he couldn't stop staring at Tom.

The elder gave a quirked eyebrow and then went back to his desk. "I've set your watch to mine. Even the seconds match up. Oh, and I was going to deduct a week from your sentence, but then you looked at me." There was a small pause before he continued irritably, "Class is going to start soon. You may go now."

Harry stared at the back of the student president. "Um..."

"What now?" the tyrant drawled out crossly and turned to glare at him.

"Just now... Did you...?"

"What?" Tom answered impatiently.

"N-Never mind." And with that the boy quickly left the room.

Tom's gaze was still on the empty doorway as a leer claimed his lips. And after some contemplation on my part, a thought slipped into his mind: 'Just as I claimed his... Stupid boy.'

(e)

(1)- I have no idea how long it takes for a boy to get ready for school.

Wow... I'm so sorry it takes me so long. It's okay if you hate me. But again, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Seriously. No reviews would probably be the biggest stab you can have at me.

Well, I hope you liked it. Please review?

Ideas are welcome! I need more "torture" methods.