Harry had no idea why Draco had sent him down first, but he had been quietly standing at the bottom of the stairs for about fifteen seconds now and he was considering Apparating away.

Vernon glared at him. "Where's your faggot boyfriend?" he growled.

"Right here!" came a singsong voice and Harry looked up and Draco was on fire.

Literal fire. Maybe not his whole body, but his shoes were and he had a strange glowing shape of fire above his head that looked suspiciously like devil horns, and his shoes were burning the stairs and leaving a literal trail of fire in his wake. Oh, and he was wearing leather.

He looked like an angel sent straight from Hell, and the wicked smirk he sent Vernon sent chills down Harry's spine.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, and all the fire vanished, but the burn stains on the stairs remained.

"So I noticed you didn't call us down for dinner," he said, his smile odd and unsettling. "Why is that?" 

Vernon was sputtering and choking on his words. Petunia glared coldly. 

"Because we don't want you here," she replied.

"Well too bad. I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm going to make your life a living hell." Draco sat in Vernon's seat and grabbed a plate. "Harry, do sit down."

I'm here and queer and full of fear, Harry thought before moving toward the table.

Vernon's hand clamped down on his shoulder and Christ, Harry's whole body jerked away from him in response.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vernon growled.

Draco flew out of his seat faster than Harry thought possible, and then Vernon was on the floor, Draco on top of him.

"If you ever," he accentuated his point by pointing his wand at Vernon's throat. "-touch Harry again-" he cast a curse that had Vernon suddenly screaming. "-so help me God, I will torture you beyond belief and despite Harry's foolish choice to keep you alive I will kill you."

Vernon was still yelling, even after Draco pulled away and undid his curse.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he roared, standing angrily, face red.

"No," Draco hissed, voice full of malice and sin, and if Harry didn't know him better, in that moment he would think Draco was the Devil.

"I will raise hell upon this house, and when we leave, I will burn it down, and whether I decide to burn you with it depends entirely on your ability to shut the fuck up and be a half-decent human being," Draco continued coldly. "I will destroy your possessions, and you better pray I don't destroy you too, because the way I destroy is slow and painful and merciless and you will beg me to kill you. I will murder you and your family without a second thought if you even consider touching Harry again, and that goes for you bitches too," he said, spinning to face Petunia and Dudley. "Petunia Dursley, I swear to God I will burn you every way I can possibly find, so you can get a taste of how hot my anger is. And Dudley, I'm going to hang you upside down from the wall and flood your house and watch you slowly drown and then, and the last second, I'm going to let you breathe, and then I'm going to do it again."

Draco smiled brightly, a contrast to his terrifying tone, and sat back down. "Harry, please, have some dinner."

Harry was grinning at this point, and he sat next to Draco, grabbing some food. Draco smiled at him.

"Did I go too far?" he whispered shyly, worry in his eyes.

"It was a little scary, but seeing you so protective is kinda hot so I guess not."

Draco gave him a wide grin and they ate in comfortable silence.

As they laid in bed later, Draco's fingers laced in Harry's, Harry spoke.

"Did you mean it? What you told the Dursleys?"

"If they touch you again? Absolutely."

"You would kill for me?" Harry asked, voice full of awe and tenderness.

"Harry, I would die for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Aw!" Harry squealed, pouncing on Draco and kissing him. Draco laughed in between kisses.

"I love you," Harry whispered as he curled up, resting his head on Draco's chest.

"I love you too."

Much later, when Draco was sure Harry was asleep, he slipped out of the bed, carefully walking downstairs.

He poured himself a glass of water, and almost dropped it when he closed the fridge and saw Dudley standing there.

"Jesus Christ, Dursley, learn how to make people aware of your presence!" Draco hissed.

"Sorry," the other boy muttered. Draco rolled his eyes and hopped up to sit on the counter. 

"What do you want?" he asked coldly.

"When did you know?" Dudley asked, his tone almost shy.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Know what? I'm not a mind reader."

"That you were gay." Dudley's voice was tiny and soft.

"Fourth year. I was fifteen. Harry was shirtless." Draco's tone is short and bored. "We saw your stack of gay porn by the way. And your drugs. Bedside drawer is a terrible place to hide things."

"I think I'm gay," Dudley replied quietly.

"Good for you." Draco downed the rest of his water and hopped off the counter. "I don't care." He started to walk away.

"I think I'm in love with my best friend," Dudley continued. Draco paused, rolling his eyes.

"I stand by my previous statement. I don't care."

"Do you have any advice for me?"

Draco turned around, eyes flashing with anger. "Advice? Yeah, I have some fucking advice. How about you don't fucking punch the living crap out a kid that's half your size? How about you don't abuse him, knowing what his home life is like? How about you be a decent fucking human and learn some fucking morals?"

Dudley sighs. "I was ten. I didn't know what else to do."

"Wrong answer."

Five minutes later, Dudley is tied up on the floor.

"Have fun getting out of that, asshole," Draco sneered.

"Mmph!" Dudley said in protest.

"Fuck you."

Draco crept upstairs and entered the room after Dudley's, unsurprised to see Vernon and Petunia sleeping there.

"Wakey wakey," he whispered, levitating Petunia Dursley out of her bed and into the kitchen.

He cast a silencing spell on the kitchen, before filling the kitchen sink with water and dunking Petunia's head in it.

He felt the woman stir as she realized woke up, and felt her frantically trying to escape.

He lifted her head and smirked at her. "Hi."

"He- mph!" she screamed as her head was pushed under the water again. Draco held it longer before lifting her again.

"Help!" she screamed.

"No one can hear you, doll," Draco murmured. It was at this moment she noticed her tied-up son on the floor and screamed.

Draco rolled his eyes and cast a spell on her to repeatedly dunk her head underwater. He turned on the stove and placed a pan on it.

He yanked her head out of the water, and she gasped for air.

"Do you know why I'm doing this, Petunia?" he hissed.

"Yes," she choked out.

"I believe they call it karma," he growled, and stuck her hand on the pan.

Her scream was horrible and loud and pained, and Draco didn't let her hand go until he was sure she regretted everything.

Then he tied her up and gagged her too, and shoved her on the floor before going up the stairs again.

This time he cast a Silencing spell on the room before punching Vernon Dursley directly in the face.

"Wha-?" Vernon yelled, sitting up angrily. "You!" he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Draco.

"Me," Draco agreed, punching him in the face again. He lifted his wand. The Crutiatus may be unforgivable, but Draco knew many similar ones.

Soon enough, he had the Dursley family on the floor of the kitchen together.

"I've left a detailed list of what you've done to deserve this on the front door," Draco said irritably. "If no one finds you in the next 36 hours, your house is going to burn with you in it."

Vernon shouted in protest through the sock in his mouth. Draco rolled his eyes. They don't need to know the last part was a lie.

"Dudley might like it. It would get rid of all the drugs and gay porn he has in his room," he commented, before leaving the kitchen.

He could hear the muffled protests and yelling, which were silenced as he walked up the stairs past the silencing charm.

He grinned as he shook Harry awake.

"Dray?" Harry asked, sleepy and confused and adorable. "What time is it?"

Draco smiled. "C'mon. let's get out of here. Wanna go to Italy with me?"

To Whom It May Concern,

This house contains three of the worst people known to man. Petunia Dursley is an abusive woman with homicidal tendencies. Dudley is a gay abuser who finds pleasure in others' pain. Vernon Dursley rapes little boys.

Do with them as you please.

D.M.