The situation:
Draco and his mother got out of Malfoy manor after they mad a deal with the vampires. The other three vampires are feeding from strangers, but Armand was adamant about feeding directly from Draco.
Draco managed to take back the manor and kick out the death eaters after Lucius got into a tragic accident after they transferred him to Ascaban.
This scene takes place after Armand fed from Draco. It's not the first time. Draco is on the couch and he's sipping on the tea which was provided by Armand and the vampire put some calming draught and blood replenishing portions in the hot beverage.
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"I heard about what you said to Louis last week. When he went after you to the room where you gather intelligence about the dark side." Armand sad as he sat on the armchair opposition of Draco. He watched as the boy drunk his tea and he didn't say anything more. It was obvious he was waiting for the boy to show his hand, to provide information without the need to ask for it. This was a game as much as any other interaction between them before. Draco knew this. But Draco knew that he cannot win, so he did what he did nowadays.
He just went with the flow. Without any consideration about the consequences, he didn't even thought about his words.
"Why did you feel the need to tell me this. If you haven't said anything I would have never known. It would have been a really big advantage in your game." Draco just looked at the vampire and he saw his death and his life in the other. The boy knew That the other being held his future in his hands. If Armand decided to destroy him, he could do nothing. The other could even manipulate him to believe it was his choice. Even though Draco was a Slytherin, the Vampire had centuries on him experience wise. Armand just rested his chin in his hand and looked a Draco. Just looked at him. Like he was a mystery to the other, and still Arman didn't say a word. He just looked he just watched he just observed. "You know if you don't say anything this won't be a conversation, this will be a monologue." The vampire just laughed.
"Oh darling how right you are. But I would like you to answer my question first and then I will decide if I answer yours. As you know after reading the book, once upon a time I was head of a theatre, so I'm always ready for a good monologue" Draco couldn't help himself he just smiled a bit. Of course the theatric vampire wanted him to be the one to take the first step. So he signed a bit and then went for it.
"You heard me talking about winning the game, I take it. And you heard me saying that I do not want to win the game. You know I really believe that I can not win against you and to tell you the truth I do not want to win against you. I don't even want to play against you. I am tired. I got my father out of the picture I got back the manner from the dark Lord. I managed to save my mother. I do not want for anything, i do not even want to live. I do not want to die I just do not feel the drive to live. There's no chance a 16-year-old boy can win against I don't even know how old vampire. So yes I do think that you can do anything you want to me or with me. I do not have the power or the energy or the mental capacity To fight you. And to tell the truth the honest To God truth, everything would be better than this emptiness. So actually you have already won in a sense." After Draco finished there wad silence. The boy picked up his mug again and drank his tea.
Draco could see that Armand was processing the things he heard. The boy could understand, after all after so many years where the man needed to manipulate to reach his goals, who needed to lie, who needed to bend others to his will without them knowing it to have what he wanted Draco could understand that the bare truth, the utter honesty was shocking and alien to the other.
Draco could almos see as Armand tried to see the hidden meaning the shadowy details which could mean the opposite to what's the words imply, but there was none. Draco foud the other's week spot: honesty. It was that easy that simple.
"So you say I could do anything I wanted with you. What would you say if I wanted you to tell me the things you need from me. What you're hoping from this whole situation. You let in 4 vampires to your house, you even provided us with a safe place during the daylight hours. You even let me fed on you, and you cover up the others meals. So tell me, if you're so honest, if you're so straightforward: what do you want from me?" Armand wasn't resting his chin on his palm anymore. He straightened up and give all his attention to the boy. Draco could see that the other was on edge.
" It's really is easy." Draco levitated a thin booklet to the vampire. Armand snatched itt out from the air and tentatively opened it. Draco could see as understanding drowned on the vampire about what he was holding in his hands. He could see as Armand's brown climb higher and higher as he swept a few pages in the book. Then he snapped the book closed suddenly and looked at a Draco disbelieveingly.
"Why would you give me rulebook about BDSM practice?! What's the meaning of this?!" And yes, there was the anger. It was in the tension in his shoulders. In the way he snarled at Draco. It was fascinating looking at this creature of violence and cruelty as it tried to stick to the thin skin of a human, with mortal boundaries and morals. It was this balancing act, that thin layer that restricted the monster beneath that was irresistible to Draco. The boy never had any illusion about himself and his desires. He wasn't mentally healthy, and his preferences reflected this. "Answer me! You said you won't play games, so don't!"
"I do not play games. Especially with this." Draco just pulled up his legs and rested his chinns on his knees. "As far as I can understand you're not incapable of love, the opposite actually. But you don't respect your partner boundaries, you want them for yourself totally and irrevocably. You want them to be loyal to you, and you want to be put first in every situation. You have love, you just don't have the tools to express it in a way that is acceptable for the other. So I tought I'll give you the tools, my boundaries, the starting point in how to love me. So I would not just accept it, but reveal in your love, your attention."
There was a pregnant pause, and Draco could see that Armand was more entertained than serious. It was ok, if the other wanted nothing more just to laugh at Draco, that was ok too. After all, Draco didn't expect it to work from the start. It was just one more thing he wanted to let go. But if he wanted to be satisfied, if he wanted to check this off his mental list, then he needed to do it to the fullest. So he continued.
"I know we don't love each other. We might never will. It's just something I wanted to give to you. Or anyone really, who might fit. I started composing the list at the end, when the first man forced himself on me. The list of my wants, my boundaries, my needs and my hopes, was curated trough the years. You could see them all... it was more of a child's attempt at selfsouthing than anything else." He gulped. He could see Armand was watching him with a speculating gaze. The vampire wasn't angry anymore. He was pensive. "You got yourself a relationship with misdirection and carefully placed and erased memories, but you sustained that relationship for more than seventy years. I didn't lie when I said I don't play games with you. You have total power here. You could destroy me and I wouldn't even know or just think it was all my idea. You could chain me to yourself until I forget who I was, and be content being the new me, you build up. You could kill me, or make me kill myself. I have no power here. And I'm ok with it. I don't really care anymore. I just really don't."
The next moment Armand was standing in front of him. The vampire touched his cheek with deadly gentleness. And Draco just leaned into the touch.
"And how do you think I would 'fit you'?" It was a dangerous question. But at the end it was what it boiled down to, Draco's deepest, dirtiest needs. The needs he himself tried to hide from. The needs, that made him a twisted, ugly little thing. He could barely utter the next words, as he closed his eyes, and concentrated on the deadly hand that touched him so utterly carefully.
"You would fit, because you're a monster, but a monster who guards his treasure jealousy. The treasure could wither away, if you hold it too tightly, too close, but it would bloom if you protected, nurtured it while you cradled it close to your chest." Draco opened his eyes and looked straight at Armand. Into those redish brown irises. "I really just want someone who will be with me, no matter what. And I think either you can be it, or it's worth it to give it a shot and be shattered"
There was a tense few seconds, and then Armand lowered his head and pressed his lips to Draco's forehead.
"You foolish, foolish little Dragon" and then there was no one in the room, just Draco and his shuddering breath. But when he opened his eyes, the book was missing from the table too.