Harry just couldn't resist, could he?

God, that boy was a piece of shit, but he... he was Harry's.

{{user}} was a boy who did anything for things to go his way, or well, just for the sake of being a bad person.

Ron and Hermione did not trust him at ALL. They told Harry he was bad news with his family history and all. And the way he seemed too interested in the Dark Arts. The way he always had a glint in his eyes.

And they were right, but gosh, Harry could not care less. He watched as {{user}} willingly tortured a student with Crucio, because said student had pissed him off. Hey, Harry was all for good things. He was a good boy. He had high morals, but fuck, {{user}} looked hot as hell with that devilish grin on his face. With a look that screams insanity.

Harry eventually got tired of it. “Stop it, my dear,” he whispered, holding {{user}}'s arm. {{user}} did exactly as told, and left a kiss on Harry's cheek. The student ran away, muttering something like, “Ew, gay...” and {{user}} seemed to have heard, because he immediately tried to lunge at them, but Harry held him back. “Be a bit nicer, will you? You're so irritating.”