Chapter 10
I don't remember moving, not at first anyway. I remember Malfoy’s panicked squeak as he hit the floor, I remember the noise as he scooted backwards out of the way. I remember how wide his eyes were, how they were silver lined and bloodshot, how the tear marks tracked down his perfect face. I remember whispering to him that it was okay, that he is okay. I don't remember moving so he was behind me, I don't remember a lot now that I'm thinking about it.
I do remember letting the beast take over, and then I have a vague recollection of laughing, manic and loud and entirely someone else.
Then it was over, I was standing in the center of a perfect circle of bodies, not a mark on me, blood dripping from my fingers, from my mouth, from my arms. The taste of blood, fresh and hot in my throat as I regained myself. The thing is I will forever claim that I don't remember the conflict, but I do. I remember everything in the kind of clarity only a Vampire has, I will claim that the beast is a separate entity to myself but he isn't.
He is me, and I am he.
There is no beast; only myself. There are things about ourselves that we want to deny, things that we would never admit to any but one. I remember.
I remember the way they came towards me four to begin with, I laughed. I watched them raise their weapons and I laughed. What good are weapons against a Vampire? I shot towards the first man, closing the distance and in one move sunk my teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. I drank fast, and deep, and hard. I didn't savor the taste of the attacker, it was seconds and then he was dead. Body dropping to the floor with a thump as I let go, blood dribbling down my chin and I looked up again. The eleven other men were frozen, one actually even pissed himself as he beheld me. I stood there, uncaring, unphased and unrestricted as I unleashed myself.
The thing about Humanity is that it is a leash, it tethers you to the things that you have deemed good or bad. Like a line drawn in the sand, but there is no good, or bad only survival. It took dying for me to come to that conclusion, it took me staring into the eyes of a madman to understand. The other men fell like dominos, one after another onto the floor until they were all dead. Another and another I drank till they were empty, another I tore his head clean off, laughing as it rolled away. One man I didn't bother to taste, I simply ripped his still beating heart from his chest and showed it to him.
All in all I drank eight dry, one I removed their head, another their heart, another their spine and the final one, that one I smiled at. A cold smile, a haunting smile, the kind of smile you never want to see. Then… well Ii punched a hand into his gut, yanked out his intestines and force fed them to him. Extreme I know but what was I meant to do?
That's how I ended up in this position, standing in the centre of a perfect circle of bodies, head tilted down, hoping that Malfoy didn't just watch me lose my ever loving shit and massacre twelve people in front of him.
“Well that was effective.” a familiar voice drawled from a few paces in front of me. I should have thought better of it but my head whipped up so quickly I gave myself a headache and possible whiplash. Malfoy’s eyes were on me, roaming, pausing on my hands, still dripping and sticky, making their way up to my face. My face where blood stained my lower jaw and spattered my throat, where my eyes were alight with rage, with green fire. I knew exactly how I looked, I could see it in the reflection in his eyes.
“We should probably get rid of the bodies you know, instead of standing there.” He shrugged and turned from me, levitating the first body over to the second.
“You aren’t afraid?” Since when did my voice sound so small?
“No, I’m not afraid of you”
“But you saw what I did…”
“Yes, I saw”
“Then you know” Malfoy remained facing away from me, creating a lovely neat pile of human bodies. Human bodies I had created.
“Yes” Malfoy was infuriating, the fuck does he mean yes as if I hadn’t spent half a lifetime trying to hide the nature of my condition, as if I hadn’t been fighting myself at every turn this past week to not ask him for a drop, even thought I knew it would have helped.
I shot forward so I was standing in front of him, quicker than a lightning strike, he didn't so much as flinch.
“You’ve just found out that I am a vampire, that you have been living with a creature. You’ve just watched me kill twelve people without a hint of hesitation and you aren’t afraid?” My tone was one of disbelief.
“No.” he shrugged and side stepped me.
“What the fuck do you mean, no?” Malfoy sighed and shook his head.
“Fine, if we’re going to have this argument it may as well be now.” he turned towards me, walked so he was standing almost toe to toe with me, close enough that I could lean forward and kiss him if I wanted to, which I don’t… Do i?
“What argument? There is no fucking argument to be had, you should be terrified right now Malfoy, and instead… instead you’re looking at me all soft and decidedly not terrified.” My voice was bordering on shouting. Why was this lanky ferret faced version of Adonis such a fucking pain in the ass.
“You are going to listen to me, and listen fucking well Potter. I am not afraid, I have never been afraid of you. I wasn’t afraid when you hit me with that cutting curse of snapes, I wasn’t afraid when we were in the room of requirement with the fiend fire. I wasn’t afraid when I watched you take down the psychotic madman who’d been torturing my family, with one spell I might add and I’m sure as Merlin's sagging balls not afraid of you now. I have seen you at your very worst Harry Potter” He poked me in the chest “And I have never been afraid of you.”
“Fucking idiot!” I growled “You should be afraid, Malfoy. You should run screaming. Run far and fast. I’m not human Malfoy. I have to fight myself to not sink these fangs into your throat every moment you are around me. I wouldn’t even really feel bad to drink the life right out of you, to tear into that soft artery throbbing just below your jaw right now and drink. It would be easy, the flesh of a human throat is softer than tissue paper. You probably wouldn’t even fight me would you… No you’d succumb to it, you’d let me drink and drink and drink until there is nothing left inside of you. Until you are as empty as these bodies.”
I leant forward, so my nose tickled his ear and whispered. “You’ve heard the stories, how a vampire bite can feel so good you don’t want it to stop. Do you want to find out if those rumors are true Malfoy? Do you want to know how it feels to have my fangs so deep in your throat that you don’t know where you end and I begin?” I felt the tremor run through Malfoy as I pulled away.
“I am more monster than man, I will never be more than a monster again.”
He was breathing hard as he fought to answer with words and not the desire I had pulled to the surface. He fought to remain unaffected but I could hear the pounding of his pulse, smell the potency of his desire as I moved away. I watched as his throat worked on a swallow before he opened his mouth.
“So you’re a Vampire” He shrugged “I can see the irony of that actually but I’ve known there was something off about you since that day in the ministry. Granted I was expecting something more along the lines of your morality learning to waver rather than this… But technically I’m right since it has definitely wavered.” he shrugged “You claim you’re a monster, you claim you’ll kill me and yet you’ve never once even looked like you wanted to hurt me, never once forgot your strength or forgot that you shouldn’t drink me dry. Hell you’ve never even raised your voice at me, even when I push. You’ve never once forgot”
“You aren’t safe around me.” I tried again, what part of this human being was so hell bent on being my fucking dinner that he couldn’t see the out I’m giving him. “I’ll speak to Hermione. She’ll take you in, shield you -”
“I think the fuck not Potter.”
“You aren’t safe with me. I’m not good around people, I’m not kind or diplomatic anymore. I have a tendency to hit first over talking it out”
“I would wager that I’m a damn sight safer with you than anywhere else in the world.”
I shook my head, temper rising.
“Don’t you fucking understand? I could loose it in a second and you would be fucking dead!”
Malfoy laughed. Right as someone came out of the club, their eyes went wide. Perfect.
I shot behind the woman standing in the threshold as the door slammed to, I could see the scream building in her throat as I gripped her. I shook her like a ragdoll.
“This could be you! One wrong move, one lapse in judgement. One tiny mistake and this could be you!” I struck. Sinking my teeth into the soft skin of her neck, she smelt floral, and tasted a little bit like a fine red wine but I was already so full of blood that it barely registered. She flailed and I could hear her moan as she angled her body to attempt to get her hands into my hair. To hold me there, I opened my eyes and looked at Malfoy, my throat working on every swallow even as she began to fade.
He was watching me right back.
His eyes never left me, never looked away, there was a flush to his pale skin, pupils blown wide, mouth slightly parted. Judging on the way his chest moved he was breathing heavily, shifting slightly on the spot, his tongue darted out to dampen his lips and the truth came slamming into me like a battering ram.
He was turned on. I dropped the body of the woman, startled. She was dead anyway, her blood trailing over the older blood stains on my jaw. I stalked towards Malfoy. His eyes remained on me, never faltering as I came to stand in front of him.
“Draco” I growled, the scent of his arousal salty, musky and deep… all consuming, reminding me of the air right before a storm hit. His breath caught in his throat as I reached forward. Damn it all to hell. My hand clasped his waist, dragged him so that he was pressed against me, chest to chest. I could feel the hammering of his heart as his gaze flickered to my blood-soaked lips.
“Tell me no. Tell me to let you go” I growled. He said nothing.
“Tell me this would be a mistake. Tell me… Tell me to stop” my voice dropped to a whisper. He worked to get the next words to leave his mouth, I watched as his tongue ran over his teeth, growling as it dipped back inside his mouth.
“Harry, please” His hands came up to fist my blood soaked shirt, and I Snapped.
“Fuck it all.”
My mouth was on his in a second, my hand tightening on his waist as the other lifted to cup his face. His wound their way up around my neck, gripping my hair in an almost painful hold. I growled again and ran my tongue along the seam of his lips. His mouth parted on a gasp and I took full advantage, sliding my tongue along his, tilting his head to get a better angle and hearing the whimper that sounded from his throat. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes in a kaleidoscope of colours, the part of me that was the vampire instincts screamed at me. One word over and over until it was the word that the fireworks made. Mate.
We broke apart.
His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, pupils so wide that they ate up the grey of his irises. He was breathing heavily, I was barely breathing.
“Fuck.” I murmured.
“My thoughts exactly.” He whispered, gasping. I pressed my forehead to his
“We shouldn’t have done that”
“Oh yes we should have. We should really do something about the bodies though”
“Fuck.”
The bodies were piled to the left side of us, in a delicate tower that could topple at any moment. I shook my head, I’d forgotten about them, about the lives I had taken. Usually I wouldn’t have done what I did next, however I was horny as fuck and not in the mood to use the restraint I would have usually. I waved a hand and the bodies went up in brilliant blue flames, burning until there was nothing but ash on a wind left of them. My right hand still gripping Draco’s waist I aparated us home. Straight through the damn wards, straight into the living room of Potter Manor.
“I’m not sure what was hotter. The killing, the way you looked at me while you drank that woman dry or the display of sheer power you’ve just done” Draco whispered, his hands were still in my hair, he was still pressed against me so tightly that you couldn’t have gotten a sheet of paper between us. I shook my head and slowly let go of his waist.
“I suppose you want to talk about that then?” Draco sighed
“What I want and what I know we should do are two different entities right now” I moved backward, until my back hit the wall.
“Ahh we’re back to the argument then” Draco sighed and threw himself onto one of the arm chairs.
“It isn’t an argument, you know that I’m right” my hands were curled into fists at my sides.
“Harry, I am not going anywhere. I don’t care that you’re a vampire, I don’t care that you could snap my neck in less time than it takes for me to take a breath. I don’t care that you think yourself a monster.” He lolled his head back so it was hanging off the arm of the chair and he was looking at me upside down. “I don’t care that you killed those humans either.”
“You should.” I whispered.
“Well I don’t.” He looked ridiculous. Upside down, throat exposed, utterly defenseless.
“You should go be somewhere… where you aren’t in any danger. From anyone” I closed my eyes and for the millionth time that day I ran my hand through my hair.
“It’s sort of hot when you do that you know”
My gaze snapped to Draco. His eyes were on me again. Watching.
“What?”
“When you run your hand through your hair. It’s kind of hot, especially now it's longer and I can see why it was always a mess in school. Don’t get me wrong it's not as hot as watching you feed, or watching you tear someone's heart from their chest but it’s still hot”
“I’m concerned that you find those things attractive.” I joked.
“Yeah. Well… I don’t think there’s much that I don’t find attractive about you” Surely he’s lost his ever loving mind?
“What?” Maybe I’ve lost my mind?
Draco sat up, looked at me and then got to his feet. He walked slowly, leisurely until he was standing in front of me, hands placed gently on my chest.
“Are you not aware of how attractive you are?” He looked at me with an exasperated expression
“I know I’m alright looking” I began but he cut me off.
“You don’t see it properly do you? I imagine you see all these enhanced features and know that yeah you’re pretty but I don’t think you quite understand the gravity of it do you?”
“I’m lot nicer to look at now I’m a vampire, I - ” He put his finger to my lips
“You were always nice to look at, even before you became a vampire.” I felt the path his eyes took as they looked over me.
“You, Harry Potter, have always been handsome. Even when you were a scrawny eleven year old. Big green eyes, the colour of spring, an air of arrogance and superiority, you were something out of a romance book, even then.”
“Be real Draco.” I sighed.
“No. You be so for fucking real right now. I have been painfully obsessed with you since we were eleven years old. You -” He poked me again “Have never seen yourself properly. You have never seen the way that even now you’re the one that everyone is looking at whenever you enter a room. You have a magnetic quality to you, makes people want to be around you. All being a vampire has done is enhance what was already there. Eyes the colour of polished emeralds, golden skin, pitch black hair, charismatic and intelligent and don't get me fucking started on those god damn abs”
I rolled my eyes.
“To revisit our previous conversation. How could I possibly be afraid of you? How could I be anything other than obviously and painfully obsessed with you? How could I want to run for my life from you when you are the reason that I cling to life so desperately?”
He didn’t manage to get another word out of that smart mouth of his before my lips were on his, before I had him pinned between the wall and the muscled lines of my own body. His mouth was like something out of a religious experience. Sweet and hot and slick, this time he didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue into my mouth and I swear I could hear my own instincts purring. His hands were busy, undoing the buttons on my top so he could rip it open and slide those cool calloused palms down the aforementioned abs. My grip on his hips was bruising, his nails scraping over the muscled V that led into my trousers. I broke the kiss on a gasp, trying to put distance between us, move away from him but he came with me. Lips latching onto my throat, teeth scraping the skin there, hands working on the buckle of my belt.
“Draco” My voice was strangled.
“Hmm?” his tongue lapped over the skin where he had bitten me not seconds prior.
“We… should stop” I tried but my voice was breaking. He bit down on the muscle between my neck and shoulder and the noise that ripped itself from my throat was more akin to a groan than a moan.
“Draco” I tried again, but it was lost in the gasp as the buckle finally came undone and those skilled fingers of his had the button and zipper open before I could pull in another breath. His lips finally made their way back to my mouth and I was Burning.
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine for something, I still have no idea what he was looking for but the second he palmed my aching cock through the fabric of my boxers my knees nearly dropped me onto my ass.
“You were talking about stopping?” His voice was a rasp as I heard it through the noise keening in my throat.
“Merlin no.” I almost laughed, almost choked on a laugh as he squeezed me.
“One thing first Harry” He whispered.
“Anything” My eyes were closed, my head tilted back.
“Bite me?” His voice was a question, but the words were more a statement and fuck it all if I wasn’t lost to the plea.
I scooped Draco into my arms and shot up the stairs. Vampire reactions were helpful most of the time at least. He gasped as his back hit the softness of my mattress, a gasp which quickly turned into a moan as my hands tore his shirt clean off. Buttons hit the floor, scraps of fabric fluttered into the air as my mouth kissed a trail from his collar bone down to his nipple, running my tongue over the peaked flesh as he squirmed. I moved from one to the other, hands making quick work of the clothing covering his lower half until he was completely and gloriously naked under me. He was panting hard as I licked my way down his torso, fists gripping the sheets as I stopped at his hip bone, nipping gently at the skin there. He bucked. I slid a hand down his outer thigh, waited one second, maybe two for him to calm just enough. Once his hands relaxed slightly, once they weren’t white with gripping the sheets, only then did I lick a stripe from the base of his cock right to the tip. His back damn near bowed clean off the bed and I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anything quite as hot in my life. I took him in my mouth, suctioning the tip as my hand worked around him, bobbing my head and trailing saliva with each movement. Draco was bucking on the bed, panting and gasping, pleading to someone as I bobbed up and down, my right hand firm on his hip as the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
“Harry please. Please I’m going to…”
I could feel him beginning to spasm, his hips rocking in time with my mouth hands tangling in my hair, I took him to the back of my throat and then back out. Sucking on the tip, flicking my tongue over the frenulum and then he broke. Draco came with a noise between a scream and a whimper, a high pitched noise that threatened to send me clean over the edge with him, despite not actually being touched further than palming through the fabric of my boxers.
Draco was panting as I pulled off him, he dragged me by my hair up the length of his body.
“Need you…” He panted his hands, worming their way under the waistband of my boxers, gripping my cock. “Inside”
“Anything you want.” I murmured.
Draco sprang into action, flipping me over with strength I didn’t know he had. Unlike me Draco gripped his wand and waved it once, the remaining clothes on my body vanished, my cock springing up. Draco’s eyes were wide, I watched him work on a swallow before he spoke.
“I know my name means dragon but I think you might have me beat here”
I laughed. A laugh that I promptly choked on the second his tongue touched the tip.
“Thought you… wanted…” I couldn’t get the words out as he swirled his tongue. He popped off me and looked. Clearly getting the message.
“Yes.” He was half hard again.
“How?” I asked but he had already moved onto all fours, my mouth watered. I summoned the lube from the draw, my eyes never leaving the perfectly round cheeks of his ass. I slicked up one finger, pressed it to the tight ring of muscle. Draco whimpered.
“We can stop if you want” I whispered
“No” he wiggled his hips and I pressed forward, until the digit was swallowed. Slowly I retracted the finger before pushing back in, repeating the action until Draco was rocking back. I added a second finger and leant forward over him.
“You okay?” Draco hid his face in the sheet, stifling the moan that had worked its way up his throat.
“Fuck me Harry”
“So demanding” I murmured, grazing my teeth over the lobe of his ear before pulling back, slicking up my cock and pressing the blunt head to the apex of his backside. Slowly I pressed in, Draco squirmed, trying like hell to take all of me in one fell swoop.
“Slow down Draco” I muttered. He grunted in response as I slid in another inch and then another until I was fully seated.
The moan that Draco gave me was enlightening.
“If you don't start fucking moving Harry I swear to -” I cut Draco off by sliding out of him and then slamming back in. I set a brutal pace, gripping his hips so hard they bruised as I watched myself slide in and out, listening to the noises that tore from Draco’s throat.
“Harry please” He begged again, I dragged him up back flush with my chest until he was on his knees his hands fisted in my hair, dragging my head to the juncture where his throat met his shoulder. My hand wrapped around his hard again cock and moved.
“Please” he whined and I was helpless to resist. As I snapped my hips forward my fangs sank into his throat and any semblance of control vanished as I pounded into him, as I drank from him, as he came apart in my hand for a second time and I followed seconds after. I released my mouth from his throat, withdrew and lay beside him, panting, sweaty and sated.
He rolled to face me. Skin flushed, puncture marks on his throat, eyelids heavy. The only thoughts in my head of how perfectly angelic he looks right now, well until that voice I like to think of as Vampiric instincts whispered just loud enough that I couldn’t ignore it. Mate.
I shifted forward and scooped Draco into my arms, brushing the pale hair from his eyes.
“You okay?” My lips were inches from his forehead as he snuggled into my chest, one arm tucked under his head and the other fingers splayed on my chest.
“Perfect” His voice was sleepy, quiet and rough as his breathing slowed, and I stared at him. That one thought was rolling around in my head like a battering ram, unwilling to not be heard now that I had acknowledged it. Draco wasn’t just beautiful in his sleep but ethereal, the kind of otherworldly beauty that one just had to paint or memorise or find some way to tell the world about. It was jarring, to see him sleeping so soundly, so comfortably given the fact that he’d watched me murder thirteen people, discovered I am a vampire and then more than willingly fucked me. I was staring at him when I came to the realization that I was done for. Maybe I’d been done for the second I laid eyes on him at eleven and just never actually been so self aware as to notice. There was certainly never anyone else who held my attention, that was able to rile me up as well as he. There was no-one else who I stalked for above a year, or that I was constantly thinking about… Even when I was with Ginny before the war changed me in more ways than one, his face always seemed to show up in my mind's eye while I had my hand on my cock…
I think I've been a goner when it comes to Draco Malfoy for as long as I have known him. Even when he was a baby death eater, even when he tried to kill Dumbledore, even when we were screaming at each other and making bad choices and doing our damnedest to hate each other. I think that maybe all of it was leading to this. To me finding someone who had seen every dark piece of me and not cared, who had seen me tear someone's heart out of their chest and not batted an eye.
I looked at him again, with his messy hair and white eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones and for the first time I said something. I said it out loud, granted it was a whisper but still.
“Maybe becoming a Vampire was something that was always meant to happen to me, like fate. I think had it not happened, had I not fought the dark lord, had I not been an arrogant prick, had I not been changed that we wouldn’t be where we are now. I think just maybe this is how it was always supposed to be; me and you. Us, together. Presuming that you would even want us to be together. Maybe that instinct is right. Tal vez seas mi compañero. Tal vez siempre lo has sido y yo siempre he sido demasiado ignorante para darme cuenta.”