Owned By The Serpents.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I only own the plot.

Some characters are very OOC others only slightly.

two-Shot.

(IMPORTANT!: Just so you know - I didn't really know which way to go with this one-shot. I was thinking either Draco/Hermione or Draco/Harry. I couldn't think of which one would work better. So I have decided to write and post this story twice. One with Harry/Draco (this one) and another one the same (slightly different) as Hermione/Draco. You decide which one you like best.)

ANOTHER IMPORTANT! VERY!: okay so this is a two-shot and I decided to cut it off where the real story begins because I'm not sure if the people reading it will like how far I'm about to take this. I'm going for sadistic, cruel, humiliation to the highest level. If u would like my stories to be like that then please review and say so. And if you would like it to be toned down a tad, also review and tell me. I will take the side with the most reviews and post. But if I don't get any reviews on this then I'll just put up my the version I like best.

please read and review.

It had started out as two rival houses going at it over who would win quidditch. Who knew it would become so much more.

A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. that's how every argument started. Who was going to do what, who was going to win, who's dick was bigger. Over and over again.

Draco Malfoy stood opposite Harry Potter in an empty corridor. Ron Weasley stood behind Harry, while Blasé stood next to Draco.

Seemingly witty comments flew back and forth. Insults slung at one another. They were currently arguing about the upcoming Gryffindor vs. Slytherin quidditch match.

"You have never won a game against us before Malfoy so what makes you think any different now?" Ron spat at him.

"Just a feeling Weasley." He replied in a cool, calm and collected voice that others could only dream of achieving."

"Ron's right Malfoy, tomorrow won't be any different." Harry said unworried.

Draco chuckled. "Tell you what Potter, why don't we make a little wager? When you lose you summit to my terms. If we lose like wise." He raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow.

"What terms?" Harry asked. Draco and Blasé looked at each other, smirking.

"Blasé do you mind?" Draco asked him.

"Not at all mate." He gracefully turned around and walked away.

"Sod of Weasley."

"I won't bloody sod off!" His face grew red.

"Ron it's fine." Harry told him. Ron looked a little hurt, before he walked away. When they were alone Harry looked Draco in the eye.

"What terms were you thinking?" He asked simply.

"You first." He drawled.

He thought of what he could possibly want from Draco Malfoy. "I want you and all of the Slytherin's to back off and leave us alone for the rest of the year."

"Done." Draco said instantly. Sure it would be near impossible. Unlikely to happen. They didn't have the honor and dishonor thing that he new would be the thing to keep Harry from not backing out.

"Now when I win and you lose you'll be in the Slytherin common room…naked, on your hands and knees receiving 20 spanks." He said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Once Harry had regained control of his voice and could speak he blurted out, "What! No way in hell!" Disgust written all over his face.

"Why Potter? Afraid you won't be able to catch the snitch?"

"Not at all. Sorry Malfoy but I don't swing that way."

"I don't care if your gay or not. The Slytherins and I have a fantasy-I guess you could call it that-humiliating you, degrading you. Brilliant really. A perfect way to take the great Harry Potter down a peg or a few. But if you doubt your pathetic little team I completely understand. I don't blame you."

Draco knew exactly how to push his buttons.

"That's not the reason and you know it." His face was turning red.

"Well apparently I thought wrong. Aren't Gryffindors suppose to be brave, confident and sacrificial. but it turns out there nothing but scared little girls." He sneered.

Harry stood there and thought. There was no way they were going to lose. So really where's the harm? Harry ignored the voice in the back of his subconscious screaming at him to just turn and run.

"If we lose Malfoy I'll do your perverted terms but only guys in the common room or no deal."

"Why Potter, i thought you didn't swing that way. It'll be Sunday after the game. See you there."

"You haven't won yet."

"If you say so." He said as he was walking away.

As Harry walked back to his common room he didn't understand why he agreed to such ridiculous terms for a bet. But it was done, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. When he reached the common room Ron and Hermione were waiting for him. Obviously Ron had told Hermione he was ordered away.

"Did you agree to the bet with Malfoy?" Hermione asked curiosity written all over her face.

"I did." He didn't want to elaborate on the terms of said bet.

"Well?" Ron was nearly bursting with excitement mixed with curiosity. "What does the winner get?"

"Well." Harry started going red. "If we win the Slytherins stop bulling us. For as long as they can restrain themselves."

"Holy shit Harry! that's fucking awesome." Ron's smile was ear to ear.

"Language Ron." Hermione scolded before continuing. "And what does Malfoy get if Slytherin wins?" She had to go and ruin the moment.

"Umm he gets-" Harry stopped as he heard Hedwig's distinctive hoot from upstairs.

"I'll be back in a minute." Harry said. He took the stairs two at a time. He found Hedwig on his bedside table holding a small Emerald envelope in his beak. Taking the envelope from Hedwig, the first thing he noticed was the Slytherin crest in brilliant silver. he ripped it open and unfolded piece of parchment.

Potter,
Down in the dungeons we are all looking forward to seeing You on your hands and knees. How do you feel about a paddle? It will make it more interesting, for us of course. We decided to give you your instructions early. As I said before you will be on your hands and knees in the Slytherin common room. Naked. At 1:00pm Sunday you will leave your common room. Walk down to the dungeons and wait outside the Slytherin portrait. Someone will 'collect' you. Have a fantastic game. DM.

Harry's face was white as a sheet. They haven't even played yet for Christ sake! What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He started reassuring himself that they were going to win the game. Over and over again.

We will win. We will win. We will win.

We have to win.

Harry pushed all thoughts out of his mine and grab some dinner from the kitchens. He couldn't brave going to dinner in the great hall. With a whole table of Slytherins laughing at him.

One sleepless night later it was Saturday. Harry was so stressed out, but he was determined to win.

Harry sat in the Gryffindor changing rooms. His face was white. His hand clutched the snitch. He was grateful he was alone. He felt like hanging himself. They had lost. Gryffindor lost to Slytherin. He had caught the snitch but that wasn't enough. Slytherin was already too far ahead. He blamed his team. He is suppose to catch the snitch-which he did. It was their job to stop them from scoring. But what could he possibly say to them? 'thanks a lot guys, now I have to go down to the dungeons and get 20 spanks from a paddle.' yes that would pan out just great.

"Fml." He muttered.

He knew Hermione and Ron thought something was up with him. And they knew he knew they know. But that didn't mean there was a chance in hell he was going to spill his guts to them or anyone else. It was Sunday morning and Harry refused to leave the dorm room. He was glad everyone assumed it was because of the lost quidditch game. And in a way it was. It was the first game of the season and they had lost. To Slytherin of all houses. But that wasn't the reason. At eleven pm tonight his life was over. He would never again be able to walk with a high head when any Slytherin is in a five mile radius. Harry the-boy-who-lived will forever be Harry the-boy-who-let-Draco-Malfoy-paddle-him. In his mind at least.

Why would they want to do that to him in the first place? He knew they were always out to humiliate him but there were so many other ways. No. there was something sinister about them this year. Past years they were on their high horses, but something was very different. Maybe they all took the dark mark and this was what the death eaters did to entertain themselves? One big bondage, orgy? Well he was going to find out.

The minutes ticked by mercifully slow. He felt as if every second made him that much closer to hell. He was panicking. Imaging the worst scenes, each one more painful and humiliating. The last time he was spanked was when he was about ten or twelve at the Dursly's. and even that was a little vague. He was certain he wouldn't like it. How could he? Getting spanked was by no means enjoyable. For the spankie at least. He was sure Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins would enjoy it immensely. All day he laid on his bed with curtains drawn around it. Why did he agree to that fucked up bet? Oh that's right he thought they were going to win. What a fucking stupid idea. Now in his mind it was his fault not his teams.

Well part his fault.

Harry knew it was dinner when all he heard was silence from the common room. He sighed. It was getting closer.

"Dobby?" he called in to the silence. When he heard the familiar 'pop' he pulled back the curtains.

"Harry Potter called Dobby sir." said his high squeaky voice.

"Yes Dobby. I was wondering if you could grab me some dinner. Please?"

"Of course Harry Potter. Dobby is thrilled to help Harry Potter." in a 'pop' he was gone.

In only a few minutes he was back with two trays full of food.

"Dobby this is too much."

"Nothing is too much for Harry Potter." he place the trays on the bed.

"Does Harry Potter need anything else?"

"No thank you Dobby this was more then enough."

"Have a good night Harry Potter." he vanished with a 'pop'.

"I doubt it." he whispered.

He stuffed the massive amount of food into his mouth then he laid down and closed his eyes. He was asleep in minutes.

WELL? which way would you like me to go? drak sadistic or a lighter dom/sub type thing? review and tell me.