Skit: Hey! That's right, I'm putting out two stories AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!

Draco: so? The likelihood of you finishing either of them are slim to none and slim just went to get a sandwich

Harry: DRACO!! Be nice, you know we only get snoggage if we're nice to Skit

Draco: but don't we get to in the privacy of our own home even if we don't snog in the story?

Harry: not if we don't want to be filmed, besides that'd cut down on her readers

Draco: so?

Harry: be nice

Draco: I am nice

Skit: Damn, how's they find out about those cameras? Anyway, this story is a bit cliché but don't we all love a bit of cliché-ness in our lives? Also, ummmm what was I gunna say? Oh yes, ummmmmm wait I forgot…………oh yes, this is a new style of writing for me so I hope you like. A lot of OOCness and character bashing………….yeah SUMMARY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summary: Harry's seen the light and didn't like what he saw so he turned dark (yeah, who doesn't love a little HP DARKNESS?) so he goes to work for his dad……………….LORD VOLDIE!!!!!!! Yeah, so Lord Voldemort's son in Harry who is loving Draco who is submissive who's father is gay and loves Sevvie who loves Lucius who is married to Narcissa who doesn't mind because she loves Pansy who also loves her. Yeah this isn't going to be very angst-y or drama-y

Rating: R

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Severus, Narcissa/Pansy, Voldemort/His little pet rock

Genre: romance, hopefully comedy

Warnings: OOC, sexual content, gay pairings, sarcasm, character death (but the characters who die, you'll hate by the time they croak)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Matchbox 20, or Crossfade. I am not making a profit from this, I do this purely out of enjoyment so NANA NANA BOO BOO

Chapter One: Feel- Matchbox 20

What you want

What you got

Living life in a crawlspace

And now you cross that line

You can't come back

Tell me how does it feel now

It's to late

To much to forget about

You can't stop now

Tell me how does it fell now

I'm only asking because I wanna know

How you wanna feel

Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall next to his bed. He smirked slightly at the image that stared back at him. Oh yes, this is definitely the new me.

His hair was long, down to his shoulders. It framed his face in what one might call an organized mess, giving him that just-shagged-and-I'm-off-to-do-it-again look. He had dispensed with the glasses, casting a permanent sight-correction charm on himself. His eyes were now a brilliant shade of emerald green, setting off his pale complexion. His lips were covered in black lip-stick that matched the eyeliner under his eyes.

He hadn't grown much and had come to accept the fact that he was most likely to be 5'9 for the rest of his days. This was fine by him, just as long as he kept his body in shape. Which leads us to one such godly thing. He had grown into himself, leaving rock hard muscles in wake of the spindly limbs.

He covered said body with a pair of black trousers and a green silk shirt that fell loosely against him. He stood with his hands stuffed into his pockets, hair tucked neatly behind his ears, eyes gleaming. He grinned, A vampire, yes that's it. I look a lot like a vampire.

Turning, he grabbed the small bag he had packed and shrunk it to a pocket-sized parcel. Stuffing it out of sight he walked from the room, not bothering to look back.

He calmly stepped down the stairs, through the Dursley's living room, and -ignoring Vernon's protests- stepped out into the late afternoon sunlight. Holding his wand out, Harry waited for the night bus, it never came. Harry tried again, once again no luck.

He growled, then began off in the direction of muggle London, he would get there eventually, no need to rush.

As he walked his thoughts began to wander back to the moment when he had first began to change.

End of 6th year

Harry smiled tiredly at Ron and Hermione as he sat down on the train next to them. "Well, I hope you guys have a good summer." Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement, but didn't speak. It seemed they were still wrapped up in Harry's little tirade from earlier.

"Listen, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I was just getting tired of you always having to know everything about me." Whoops, wrong thing to say.

Ron turned to glare at him, "Well, if we're such a bother, why do you hang out with us?"

"That's not what I……"

"Be quiet Harry, why can't you just go away for a little bit? Leave us alone!"

The words struck Harry. What had he done? Why were they acting like this?

Still not one to disappoint, he left. Surprised that he didn't feel that much remorse, but instead felt more of a relief feeling then anything.

He stumbled as someone ran into him. Scowling, he turned to see who had caused him to lose his balance. A shock of blonde hair and silver eyes met his view and he held his breath waiting for the explosion. It didn't come.

Instead, Draco just stood and leaned against the doorway an eyebrow raised. Behind him Harry spotted two girls; one, a smirking red-head with dark read hair and dark brown eyes dressed in Slytherin robes, the other blonde with blue eyes, matching robes, but the only difference was the blonde was a bit disheveled.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Skit and Cat wanted to meet you." Draco's reply was calm; it showed no emotion.

The two girls pushed forward standing in front of him. The red-head nodded and said softly, "You should listen to the voices in your head, you'll find more answers there."

The blonde wrapped her arm around the other girl, now Harry understood why she had looked slightly disheveled, "Skit, don't preach until you know he is trustworthy."

"I don't preach, I educate."

"Oh is that what there calling it now?" Cat sneered. Draco grinned.

"Oi Potter, come around sometime, you might be surprised." Draco said as he turned to leave. Cat and Skit followed, but Skit turned at the last moment and recited,

Love is hidden beneath dispare

A broken heart is hardly there

The voices whisper

For sweet relief

A lovers secret

They wish to keep

With that she turned and left, leaving Harry to ponder on his own.

Yes, that had definitely been when he had begun to change.

He looked up as he reached the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron; he ignored the stare that the occupants shot at him.

Ordering a room, he spent no time in entering Diagon Alley; he had a few things to get.

As he entered Gringots Wizarding Bank, he saw-once again-a shock of blonde hair. This time it was pulled back into a messy pony-tale, a smirk on the owner's face. Draco was looking at something just next to where Harry was standing.

We've got to stop meeting like this.

What's wrong with meeting like this? Surprise shags are all the better.

Aye, and you might be?

I go by many names, you may call me Noctyum. I am an Asp

I see, and where might I catch a glimpse of you?

Why would you wish to?

Harry raised an eyebrow as he realized that Draco was looking at him with an odd look on his face.

"Yes?" Harry asked, pulling off a slightly annoyed look.

Draco grinned, "I thought talking to snakes was Voldies job, was it not?"

Harry nodded in agreement, refusing to let any other emotions show. Draco stepped back, his face going blank, a silent challenge.

"Good Summer?" Draco asked, breaking the silence that had overtaken them.

Harry nodded, not bothering to ask in return.

Instead he looked at the blonde with an almost critical gaze, as if judging his appearance.

Draco's hair had grown; Harry realized that the messy pony-tail was actually a messy bun. If he took a guess it would be that the blonde cascade would reach just above Draco's hip bone.

His eyes were still silver, though more like that of a unicorns hair instead of the icy pools they once were.

He wore just as much make-up as Harry, though this might have been an understatement since the black make-up he wore contrasted easily with his pale skin.

A hot pink shirt with the words 'didn't I use to own you?' written in etchy, black letters and a pair of black jeans gave him the look of perfect casualty, Harry smirked.

He is a pretty one

Yessssssss but issss he the prettiesssssssssssssst?

Depends on if you love him

HA! Love my arse, I could not love Malfoy.

Why is that?

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies

Before the snake had a chance to reply Draco interrupted.

"As much as I like to spend time with someone who would rather talk to snakes then to me, I must be off. Die, Potter."

Draco turned to leave. Driven by an act of sheer compulsion, Harry said, "Wait!"

Draco stopped, turned, and quirked an eyebrow, "Yessssssssssssssssss?" He hissed, mimicking his parsletongue companion.

"Take you hair down." It was said as though it wasn't just an order, but that there was no other choice.

Draco cocked his hip, "And why would I do that?"

Harry shrugged, "Why not? What are you hiding in there?"

The Slytherin growled and pulled the ribbon out of his hair, letting the blonde locks fall down his back. Harry had been right, they did reach just before Draco's hips.

"Beautiful." Harry whispered, Draco sneered.

"You are more messed up then I originally thought, Potter." He tried to put his hair up again when he felt Harry's hand run through it.

"Potter! I didn't……" He stopped. The rhythmic petting was actually calming. Wait, was Potter petting him?

"What are you on about, Potter." The black-haired boy smiled.

"I don't see you pulling away." The blonde made to do such a thing, but the hand in his hair tightened, pulling him closer. Now Harry was only mere inches away. In a quiet, silky voice he said,

"Don't mess with me this year, Malfoy. You might one day find yourself bowing down to me and you wouldn't want me to be your enemy when the back of your neck is exposed to my wand."

"If I ever find myself bowing down to you, Potter, I would wish death upon myself." With that Draco pushed himself away from Harry, then added as he walked away,

"There are exceptions to that." Then he was gone, lost in the crowd of shoppers.

Harry stood there, hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face. "Oh don't worry, I plan on exploiting one of those expectations." With that he began his journey to get his money and meet with one Lord Voldemort.