Chapter 1
Now he was smiling, while looking somewhere to side though he hasnt turned his eyes from Malfoy Juniour. "Is it this person?" Father turned to follow his son's gaze.
"He is with Alicia Brown. Her new...hm...protege. Whats his name? Such a strange name...And why this are you so interested?"
"I don't like him," Draco frowned even harder and turned away, "A lot. He is a weirdo.," the boy picked a glass of wine from a table and sensed stare into his spine again.
"Father, can I go?"
"Christmas Ball in the mansion is quite important event. As you are a sole heir, your presence is required," Lucius sighed.
"Oh God, Draco , you are almost sixteen, why shall I explain you things as simple as this?"< br /> "Forgive me, father." Lucius sighed again and shook his head. "I must come back to the guests. It would be better if you did the same. Your cousins are bored."
"Yes, father."
Draco put his untouched wine back on the table, grit his teeth, sighed several times and putting nice smile on his face moved to the guests. For some moment his eyes made contact with the unpleasant stranger's eyes. He was smilng graciously.Malfoy felt how he began getting furious.
Two days later. Malfoy mansion.
Narcissa brought cup to her lips. Draco was watching her movements encharmed. He thought his mother was insanely beautifull. Always. At morning, evening, daytime...she has always been perfect. True aristocrat, a real english lady. She couldnt cause any other emotions aside from admiration. And how that bastard Potter could talk about her like this? The boy clenched his fists in disdain. "Draco?" Lucius looked at him in confusion over a newspaper,
"Has something happened?"
"No...nothing. Sorry," Malfoy Juniour hide overcoming emotions quickly and changed the topic.
"Do they write something interesting?"
"Hm...Everything as usual. Christmas sales, charity..." Lucius turned the page.
"Although...hm...wait... Lady Brown is dead."
Narcissa lifted her brow in a polite surprise:"Oh...Terrible...So unexpected....She has been at us only two days ago."
Draco felt unpleasant premonition. He clasped his fingers nervously. "Dead?"
"The circumstances are quite unusual," Lucius frowned," the body has been discovered in bed...with no single drop of blood has been left. The experts believe this was a vampire's doing. However, funny..."
"Incredible," Narcissa shook her head thoughtfully, "There haven't been any ccassions of vampire attacks on the english territory for many years."
"Maybe - a spell, something from black magic. Or a hoax. In order to hid a real identity of a murderer."
Lucius shrugged and put the newspaper aside. "That man," Draco whispered.
"Suddenly he felt very cold.
"What?" Lucius looked at his son in confusion again
"Apologize. Im...not feeling well."
The boy rise in a hurry and left a dinning room. Winter, 1996 year, 25 February. Hogwarts.
"It becomes more interesting with each passing day," Blaise turned a page of Daily Prophet.
Millicenta was standing behind his armchair, curiously peeking over Zabini's shoulder. Pansy placed herself over a windowsill, her eyes were gleaming with excitement.
Draco was trying to turn his hearing off.
The last things he wanted to hear about was lhot news about fresh murders.
"And journalists are happy probably...such a bombshelll.
Vampires were keeping a low profile for thirty two years and here such a rapid activity: hundred of corpses..." he thought sourly.
"Horrible!" Pansy shrieked in fright. Malfoy rise his head to look what could have possible caused such reaction.
"Draco they have made here very interesting parallel," Blaise said, folding the newspaper.
"I.Don't. Want. To. Know. Anything."
Malfoy throw his head back.
"Slender tall blonde guys. Below age of twenty."
"What?" Draco can't help but felt interested.
"Sixty five percents of the corpses," Millicenta explained benevolently.
The young Malfoy felt his already not very good mood dropped, breached a floor and vanished somewhere below.
"Another twenty three percent is the girls of the same characteristic. The half of them are rather mannish," Blaise added.
"And the rest?" Draco inquired gloomily.
"The rest cannot be classified," Blaise said cheerfully.
"But still...you better be carefull."
"Thank you for your worries," Malfoy snorted sceptically..
"You are welcome," Blaise rise from the armchair and come to Draco, bend over him, "It is just, you see the last two murders - two girls and a guy - have happened in villages about seventy miles from Hogsmeade."
Perfect, and Draco has thought his mood cannot be worsened.
Winter 1996 year, 26 Ferbruary. Hogwarts.
Draco was digging his mashed potatoes around thoughtfully. He didn't want to eat at all. He couldn't get that stranger out of his head.
Draco managed to learn his name. Sneaking into father's cabinet he was searching throughout all papers and found a list of those who have been invited to the ball.
Next to Alicia Brown's namethere was written Lestat de Lioncourt.
At the moment Malfoy wanted to inform his parents of his suspicions concerning this man but Lucius was in a mood for a horseride, he commanded to saddle horses, fast, excitment inducing ride dashed all gloomy thoughts away from the boy's head and he wasn't thinking about suspicious Lioncourt till coming back to Hogwarts.
Yet, the first news met him in school were news about murders of muggles and weak wizards....
Draco sighed, he wanted to throw all of this out of his head, intentionally ignoring all the news concerning this topic.
He was refusing to hear something about vampires with such a furry that it earned him judgemental glances.
But yesterday's newspaper and statistics...
Young Malfoy made a hill out of the mashed potatoes and now was making it flat carefully.
There was an oppressive void reigning in his head. A cold anxiety unpleasantly moving somewhere in his stomach.
"Oh,damn..." Draco cast his fork aside, it rolled across the table with loud jinggle. Several dozens of surprised pairs of eyes stared at the boy immediatelly. A quiet whisper flew over the table. Judgemental looks were pointed at Draco.
"Damn..." He tucked his nose into a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Draco?"
"Ive dropped it," Malfoy explained uneagerly and attempted to make a friendly smile. It failed. A quiet whisper flew over the table. Judgemental glances were pointed at Draco.
"Damn..." He tucked his nose into a glass of pumpkin juice
"Draco?" Blaise was sitting opposite."What?!"
Perhaps it sounded too harsh and loud because they were looking weird at him again.
"You are like this because of..."
"No." Draco was shaking the juice in the glass,
"Listen, Zabini..."
"Hm?"
"What percent of them are muggles?"
Blaise snorted queitly. "So, actually, it is because of…"
"No!" The girl sitting next to him moved away.Malfoy looked at her murderously.
"Fine, fine...not because of this. Actually, I don't remember for sure but perhaps eighty percent. Actually, there was only one occassion when really strong wizard from an ancient family has been killed."
"Alicia Brown..."
"Hm...I thought you have said you are not interested."
Blaise smirked and bit into a meat with pleasure, mumbling something.
"What?" Draco asked in irritation, putting the glass aside.
"Im saying, do not walk alone."
"I will figure," Marfoy rise sharply and left, escorted by many glances. Spring, 1996 years, 2 March. Hogsmeade. "Three Brooms.."
"Pansy, dear, doesn'i it seem to you that lately Draco acts like....mmm...kinda...hm...completely crazy?" Blaise was rolling a cup of butterbear in his hands.
"Blaise!" The girl cast outraged glance at him.
"He is right," Goyle said. Crabbe nodded in agreement.
Pansy snorted angrily. "Stop it, really! Anyone in his place would be nervous!"
She looked at Millicenta helplessly. Bullstroad was eyeing passerbyes thoughtfully. There was already dark outside. A moist snow was falling.
"She is right," Bullstroad's quiet voice sounded very firm and confident,
"Think of this, Blaise," her heavy glance fell upon the boy,
"If sixty five percent of corpses had been pretty black boys you have been running over a ceilling then"
Zabini laughed:
"No - no-no!" I wouldnt be like him. Draco is overreactingThere are lot of blondes below twenty. Not to mention bottle blondes. I also heard that some psychos are bleaching their hair after these articles on a purpose," Crabbe grunted queitly into his cup.
Pansy giggled.
"Oh ye, The scent of death," Blaise said eerily, making scary face.
Everyone laughed, except for Millisenta.
"No, girls, you aren't right. Malfoy has nothing to be afraid. He is a wizard after all." Zabini shrugged and finished his beer quickly.
Bullstroad shook her head:
"By some reason I have a feeling that he knew something about all of this. Perhaps he even knows who the killer is. And that's why he is so twitchy."
"Yes, there are rumours like this," Goyle scratched the back of his head.
"Nonsense.." Zabini waved it off, "Gossips," He stood up, "Allright, lets go look for him...he has wandered somewhere off alone...psycho."
"Blaise!" Pansy stared at him indignantly. "Sorry-sorry..." the boy chuckled.
Meanwhile. Hogsmeade. A fence in front of the Shrieking Shack.
Draco stood, grasping into bars of the fence with frozen fingers. His coat has already began drenching under an inecessant flow of sticky filth, falling from the skies. He wanted to weep from helplessness. As if he were a five years old who has lost in a forest.
He sighed and closed his eyes. By the last week he has tired. He was tired from fearing every rustling, he was tired of a constant tension, tired of nightmares haunting him...from whispering behind his back, from frightened or mocking glances...from everything. With each passing day he felt he is loosing his mind. Paranois, unreasonable agression...Probably there was no one around him with who he hasnt had a fight. Eve Snape was discontent.
"Maybe it is better if I would be killed soon..." he whispered and smiled bitterly, feeling doomed.
"You are in a hurry to die?" Draco shuddered, he opened his eyes sharply.
Right in front of him on the other side of the fence there was a person in a long coat. His face was hidden by a deep hood. Young Malfoy stepped back.
"Who are you?" By soome reason his voice broke off into a wheezing.Draco coughed.
The stranger lowered his hood. Malfoy felt wave of feezing dread run over his body. It took him efforts to keep himself from screaming.
"My name is Lestat de Lioncourt. And you, I suppose, Malfoy, Draco," he smiled, -and the youth could discern very prominent fangs.
"Wha...what do you...wa-want?" Slytherin couldnt do anything with himself, couldnt help it. He began shaking from panicked fear.
"Hey! Malfoy! What hell is going...?!" Draco heard footsteps behind his back.
"Blaise?" He turned around, feeling an incomparable relief.
His whole school company was cosing in.
"We have been interrupted. Such a pity." A voice sounded right over his ear and Draco always suffocated from fear, overcooming him again, "We will meet yet again."
Malfoy's legs buckled and he slowly sank on the the groud.
"Dear Lord...let it be a hallucination," he whispered weaklyn falling into arms of Zabini, who has rushed to him.
"Hey, Malfoy!!!! Hey! What is wrong with you?! Draco!" One day later. Hogwarts.
Draco was sitting on a windowsill in a Hospital Wing and he was squinting at the early spring's sun. "Beautifull..." He sighed and streghted numbed muscles. He desperately wanted to live. Spring, 1996 year, 8 March, Hogwarts. Skytherin Living room.
"I have a feeling like he is stucked in a library twenty four hours," Blaise said indignantly.
He was sitting on a floor, leaning with his spine into a couch, on which Pansy has climbed.
The girl was reading a newspaper and sighed occassionally.
"Another murder," she said with sadness, "In Hogsmeade. Wizarding society in panic. The victim is young helped of a bartender. Tall blonde, age twenty two...Don't you feel irritated that we barely see him? You are his girlfriend after all! Zabini turned around and now was drilling Pansy with angry gaze.
"Im not his girlfriend," Parkinson cut off unexpectedly harsh and walked to a fireplace," how to spend his time is his own business. And you are just irritated that he is not spending his time with you, with his SUPOSSEDLY best friend."
"Idiot," Blaise throw angrily.
"Twerp," she snorted and left the living room, rising her head proudly. The next day. Hogsmeade. "Three Brooms"..
"Wow, Malfoy! I can't believe my own eyes, Your Higness have brought himself down to meet me," Zabini was practically dripping with venom.
But it seemed like Draco wasnt noticing this. He was looking around hard, like he was searching for someone. Blaise grunted in irritation
"Malfo-oy!"
"Listen..." Draco has finally come back into reality, "Can I trust you?"
"No," Zabini smirked wide.
"Thank you, Blaise," Draco chuckled, "however, I want to tell you something..." He leaned down over a table and lowered his voice,
"I know who this vampire-murderer is."
"WHAT?!".
"Could you not to scream?" Malfoy inquired as quetly as possible.
"Where have you learnt this from? No, wait...Damn...How? How have you found out?"
"This is a long story. But I'm sure this is that bloke.
The problem is another thing however. He knew that Im aware. Moreover, Im ready to bet for ten galleons that he is after me."
"The bet accepted. And to your diagnoses delusions of grandeour can be added or...hm...delusions of persecution."
""The last Saturday. I have lost my consciousness. Ge has appeared five minutes before you have apeared."
"And he has said something scary." Blaise added sardonically.
"Almost. Doesn't matter. And another thing. He has been on our Christmass Ball with Alicia Brown.
"Hm..."
"The next night she has been dead already. His first victim in England. Then it was like he has break off a chain. If following his path by the corpses then - with crooked zigzags, but! With zigzags but surely - from villages and small towns nearby Browns' mansion to Hogwarts.
Then, we exchanged a couple of words. Nothing for five days. Then another murder. That guy from Boars Head. Again nothing for two days.
"Well, ok, lets assume that you really know who the murderer is. But why have you decided..."
"At the Christmass Ball he was drilling me with his gaze. Then in last Saturday he was talking to me. He said "We will meet yet again." Shall I tell about how most of the victims looked like?" - "Hm-m-m...Well, if so, I were in your place, I would run helter-skelter," Blaise shrugged and looked away.
"He is a vampire, he would find me anywhere. He has found me here after all.."
"Maybe it was an accident." "NO, DAMN IT, NO!!!"
"Don't scream. Everyone is watching."
"Look who talks," Draco lowered his voice again nevertheless, "Listen, is it so hard to believe me??"
"Fine-fine, I believe. And how about to kill him?"
"How?"
"Well...a wooden stake into a heart?"
"Old wives' tales."
"An obsidian blade?"
"This is against werewolves."
"A silver? Crosses?"
"Those are just mythos too."
"Listen, maybe you simply shall eat more garlic?"
"Verry funny."
"Ok, ok...Maybe you will figure out on your own if you so smart?"
"I wouldn't have told you anything if I had been able to figure out on my own."
Zabini was drumming with his fingers against the table deep in thoughts.
"Damn..." Draco leaned into the back of a chair and sighed:
"I have never thought that one day I would regret I hadn't become a gryffindor..."
"Hm?"
"In my place Potter would have already rushing on a full speed to the Headmaster."Professor Dumble-le-le-dore..." "Malfoy made a pitifull face. Blaise snorted. -
Night of 9 to 10 March. Some unknown location. A huge garden, english styled. Even paths, grass cut short, neat flower beds. Trees planted according a definite scheme. Strictness and geometricy. Draco looked around, trying to spot a fence but there was nothing like this being seen in close proximity. Valleys, stright as arrows, getting lost in shadows' intertwines.
The youth rise his head. The huge moon was floating across the cloudless skies. Draco couldn't remember is he ever seen the moon of such size. In its cold white light it looked like there was a daylight.
"Beautifull, isn't it?" Malfoy turned around into the voice's direction.
Several steps away from him Lestat was standing. Draco thought he shall be frightened. But by some reason he didn't feel like it.
"Beautifull," he nodded, "but is this possible?"
"Of course not," the vampire smiled and tilted his head to a side slightly, "you aren't afraid of me?"
For a moment, Draco was contemplating about this and shook his head in confusion.
"No," he chuckled, "I don't want to."
Lestat smirked. "This is good."
Now he was standing too close. If Draco did a small step forward - they would be risking to collide with their noses.
De Lioncourt rise his hand and touched the teen's cheek. "This is very good. I have grown tired of your dread. If you continued shaking with fear - it would become boring."
Draco sighed and closed his eyes, concentrating on the touch. The vampire's fingers were quite cold and this was pleasant, actually… Draco opened his eyes. Semitransparent canopy of his bed was moving barely noticeale.Behind it a window's silluette contrasting sharply with background of a black wall. The youth sighed and was about to fall asleep again when... Something wasn't right. Completely. And he could say for sure what exactly. He still felt a cold touch as if Lestat's hand was still laying over his cheek. Malfoy turned his head slowly.
Behind his back on a edge of the bed the vampire was sitting.
"Hello." Draco thought he is definitely must scream. Loud and hysterically.So that it would wake all his roomates. But instead of this he only breathed out:"What?" Lestat shook his head and smiled gently:"Hello."
"What are you doing here?" Draco was looking at the murder's beautifull face dumbly and mentally he was wondering about why he hasn't gnawed his throat yet.
"Hm..." Lestat frown thoughtfully, "Sitting?" He laughed quetly.
"Why are you sitting on my bed?" Malfoy wasn't in mood for jokes.
"I could move to a chair," The vampire smiled politely and run his fingers over the boy's cheek softly.
"Stop avoiding answering?" Draco dashed Lestat's hand aside in irritation and sat up on his bed sharply, moving to the back of the bed, "What the hell do you need of me?"
De Lioncourt turned away and throw his head back, regarding the canopy.
Distraughtly, Malfoy noted that in a current moment he wad not afraid of Lestat at all. -On a contrary, he was insanely angry.
"Need?..." The vampire sighed, "Need-need-need...nothing," he cast a side gllance at Draco, "I simply like everything beautifull."
"How cute," The youth grimaced.
"I found you perfect even when you make such faces," Lestat laughed.
"Im definitely flattered," Draco hissed with voice full of venom.
"But maybe you would VANISH from my life if you needed nothing from me?!"
He was drilling the vampire with indignant gaze.
"Hm...This would be too boring," He left the bed and lowered his head in a farewell bow, "However it is time for me to go. See you later."
"Hey!" But Lestat has already stepped behind the canopy. Draco clenched his blanket. "What's a stupid habit to go away in a middle of a conversation?!"
He cursed quietly. He stopped liking what was going on, completely. The next day. Hogwarts. The Great Hall.
"So this is how it is like?" Blaise chuckled, "This mean he is infatuated with you..."
"No!" Malfoy's eyes glowered indignantly," I haven't said anything like this."
"I'm making conclusions basing on what I have heard," Zabini shrugged, "I think he is infatuated with you. Not neccessary as with sexual object, he is simply interested in you. No need for such a strong reaction," He yawned," By the way, why haven't you called for help?" Draco was mauling a meat on his plate with a fork fiercely.
Honestly, he won't mind to figure an answer to this question himself.
"I have n idea. But that doesn't matter, he hasn't gnawed me off. What is of a much bigger significance - what does hd need from me if he isn't going to kill me...fucking aesthet," He stuck a knife into the poor piece of meat.
"And who told you he isn't going to kill you?" Zabini inquired.
Malfoy stopped torturing the mear and casted a murderous glance at his friend.
"Thank you, Blaise."
"You are always welcome.. Im just trying to look at the situation from unbiased point of view. He hasn't said anything concerning killing you or not." Draco snorted.
"Oh...Hello!" Pansy dropped at the table next to Malfoy, a wide smile was shining on her face, "Dra-aco, I have been missing you so much! You are not spending time with us at all! This is horrible! What are you so busying with all the time?"
She hang over the blonde' s shoulder and flapped with her eyelashes pitifully.
"Im studying," Malfoy said angrily.
"It is a lie," Millicente sat next to him from the other side, "Your grades are dropping rapidlly. Because of you Slytherin have lost several dozens of points."
"Bullstroud..." Draco began in a dangerous tone, but Pansy interrupted immediately:"Millicenta, don't," Parkinson frowned, "Cant you see he is already in a bad mood. Dra-aco, maybe at least for today..."
"No," Malfoy rise from behind the table," "Im very-very," he cast gloomy look at the whole company, "VEFY busy," he turned on his heels and rushed to exit in a hurry.
"What is wrong with him...." Millicenta shook her head, folllowing Draco's spine with her gaze.
"If you haven't noticed, Millicenta, dear, THIS is with him not for the first day," Blaise took a bite of his sandwitch phlegmatically," nervous tension."
The girl chuckled. Pansy saddened."$Im worrying about him...he is not telling anything." One hour later. Hogwarts.
"And what are you going to do now?" Draco was looking through text book for Defence against Dark Arts.
"Nothing, do I have another options? I have been sitting in this bloody library for a damn amount of time...completely, absolutely, utterly fruitless.
Before him Im as defenseless as a lamb in front of a wolf."
"Why so tragic...Maybe he won't do to you anything...."
"He is playing with me. Im sure of this. But for which end? What does he want? How do I get him let go off me? Not a single idea..."
"No, it possible of course to find out where is he hiding at daytime and then give him away to the Ministry...or using Accio to drag his coffin to the sunlight and..."
"Oh-oh-oh...Enough, Malfoy. My brain is about to boil," Blaise waved him off,
"What the hell anyway? Spring, birds are singing, the sun is shining. To hell this. Spring 1996 year, 23 March. Hogsmeade.Draco and Blaise were walking, past showcases, squinting at the bright sring sun.
Marvellous saturday, without the wenches tailing them and without paranoid ideas under the skull.
"You have such facial expression like you are insanely happy," Zabini chuckled.
"And what if I'm insanely happy?" Draco lowered his gaze, "Today is a wonderfull day, isn't it?"
"Hm...well, something like this."
"And he is not showing himself for almmost two weeks. Maybe he decided to folllow my advice and go to helll?" Malfooy chuckled, "Isn't it amazing?"
"And you are not afraid anymore?" Blaise looked at him with distrust.
Draco frowned. The smile slowly crawled away from his face. "The anxiety is still staying. But when I don't think about this, life seems to be amazingly perfect," He snorted, "A couple of days ago Pansy has been singing praises of that Im the best and said she loved me. If Im lucky I would now have a regular sex. And what else a normal healthy teen needs for living happily? Money, leesser pproblems with studying and pretty girl who is aggreeing to everything. I have almost everything."
"Congratulations," Blaise chuckled,"Hey...what's wrong?"
Draco froze like earthbound. Endless confision with a good mix of a horror were slowly coming out on his face.
Zabini was following his gaze and blinked in confusion several times. A tall young man with long blonde hair was walking into their direction. The man was smiling and looking right at Draco. Malfoy opened his mouth and not without efforts managed to say:" He...but how?A daytime...the sun...but vampires are..."
Evening of the same day. Hogwarts. Slytherin dormitory for boys from fifth year.
Draco was measuring a room with footsteps, occassionally stumbling upon scattered shoes of Crabbe and Goyle, who at the moment were snoring peacefully.
"Maybe you have been mistaken?" Blaise was sitting on a bed, with his legs crossed and watching his mate's restlessness apathetically.
"Haven't you noticed you had asked this question about twenty times already?" Malfoy replied.
"No, anyway, think of this carefully," Blaise frowned stubbornly.
"Blaise, I'm ready to swore on a scar of Boy-Who-Damn-Him-Lived, that it was exactly him, that vampire. He was walking into our direction and was looking into my eyes..
"Yes, Merlin! I won't mistake his face with any other even if he put on a wig and woman's dress!"
"Ok-ok," Zabini waved him off,
"Ok, lets imagine this was him...."
"It was CERTAINLY him!"
"Ok. But if so, then he couldn't be a vampire. They can't stand a sunlight," he shrugged. "Then, I have no solution and the only thing I have been left with is to drown myself."
"Why? You can also try hanging."
"Thank yoou, Blaise," Draco snorted gloomily.
"No, you know, I really don't understand why you are worrying so much suddenly.You have been absolutely happy. Money, youth, freedom, sex. And now you are in hysterical fits..."
"Im not in hysterics!"
- "…and what has actually happened?" Zabini wasn't even paying attention to protests. "Just your old acquentance has walked to your direction. Calm down."
"I can't calm down. That he is still in Hogsmeade it is a reason for concern by itself.
And if considering the fact that he is a vampire, who can freely walking around under sunlight...would you lend me a soap with a rope?"
Blaise only sighed and the room sank into a silence for some time.
"That's for enough, Malfoy. It is half past eleven. May you being nervous tomorrow?"
Draco sighed and dropped onto his bed heavily.
"Damn..."
"Goodnight you too, have nice dreams," Blaise waved his wand and it become dark in the room. Several hours later. Some unknown location.
Draco sighed quetly. A spacious garden, familiar by some reason. He wished he knew what this reason was. Makfoy was dure that he has been in here before. But when have been here before and where this "here" is, his memory was hiding from him, taunting him.
He was wallking a path, confusedly listening to unexpectedly loud rustling of gravel under his his feet; he stopped close to a bench, sat onto it and looked around.
The same vslleys, hidding in shadows, the grass of a grey-green cokour in a moonlight...Draco rise his head.
A quarted of the sky was occupied by a titanic moon, which was barely covered by torn thunderclouds on its edges.
"The moon have become bigger since the previous time"
A soft voiceright above his ear made Draco flinching. By some reason he immediatelly felt uneasy a lot. He hesitantly turned around. "Lestat."
"Im glad to meet you"
"You said it like this meet is something unexpected for you," Malfoy snorted.
Vampire smiled at him carefree and lowered himself next to him, jumping over the bench with ease.
"And why you so sure this meet wasn't unexpected for me?"
Draco moved from him$, drilling Lestat with vigilant gaze.
"Because this has happened before," finallly he began remember unclearly, "This place and you..."
"Nothing has happened," the vampire interrupted him softly but with persistence, moving to him and looking into the boy's eyes. "Nothing. Never"
Draco blinked. Lestat's gaze was bewitching, alluring, it was strangelly attracting. The boy leaned forward involuntarily, asking mechanically: "Never?.."
"Never," the vampire confirmed in a whisper, through a light smile, leaning down to Malfoy.
In the air there was a smell of something acerbic. Like hundred of lilys blooming simultaneously. Draco inhaled frantically. By some reason it was very difficult to breath through this invisible sweet haze. The boy tried to jump on his feet but he couldnt move, staying still in the same spot. The vamire's eyes werent leaving him. Lestat's smile widened.
"You don't want to go, do you?"
Draco likely read this on his lips rather than heard - the blood was loud in his ears. Lestat touched his cheek, slowly moved his fingers over his cheekbone...His hand sank into the youth's hair, pulling behind, forcing to throw head back. Malfoy's eyes opened wide. He no longer was able to tell with certainty what was going on. If endless amount of white flowers floating in the air is a hallucination.
If a wet touch of lips on his neck is really exist....
"S...stop...this..." his voice wasn't obeying him, breaking off into a half-moan half-rattle.
His head was dizzy, the world was floating.
"Do you really want it?"
Hot whisper right next to his ear was burning his skin, which suddenly has become painfully sensetive.
An obvious mockery in his tone caused shiver. Draco leaned back. His heart felt like it was about to leave his chest. He felt like he was suffocating. "No...I don't know..."
In things going on there was something wrong. And Draco couldn't understand what exactly.
"Don't be quick to refuse. I eant to grant you true bliss...Would you let me?" The eyes bright, practically shining with silver light, mild, slightly mocking smile and voice. This is all were driving crazy much more than harsh scent of flowers. The world was floating around with insane speed. Malfoy was trying to breathe...
He sat on his bed sharply, grasping at his sheets with wet fingers. His t-shirt was drencing and sticking to his body unpleasantly, his heart was drumming a rapid rthyme. Draco blinked several times, breathing heavily. A fierce blooming of lilies still standing infront of his eyes. It seemed that in the air a ghost of the scent was floating. Malfoy angrily rubbed his neck in a place where Lestat has been touching it in his dream. Draco flinched. Memories caused a combination of completely contradicting emotions. From disgust and fear to painfully-sweet arousal and embarassment. Draco cursed through his gritted teeth.
It didn't seem like this was just a dream. Dam with this vampire....didn't seem like a dream all...Draco sighed and laid again.
He turned his head to a windowside and flinched - beside his pillow there was a white lily . Spring 1996 year. 30 March. Hogsmeade. "Malfoy, am I mistaken or you have become comppletely collapsed into yourself?" Millicenta was looking sarcastically at very gloomy Draco, who was staring into a cup of butterbeer. "I would like to ask the same," Blase, who was sitting next to Mmillicenta on her left was waving his hand." "Im not in a mood for talking. You may just think that just in llove too much," he embraced Pansy by her shoulders in a possessive gesture and pulled her to himself. "You could have come up with something with more credibility," Blaise whisoered quetly so that only Draco could hear him. Malfoy ignored him, still hugging blisfull Parkinson and sipping beer looking gloomy.
"By the way, maybe you are interestex, " Millisenta was looking at her "manicuire", Snape is rabid because of your performance. They said his patience is running out. When yesterday you skipped Potions....oh Im pitying gryffindors. He hasnt tortured Longbottom like this century.
" Thats fine," contradincting to his words, Draco frowned harder. "Everything will be alright," Pansy mumbled with some sort of childish confidence. Malfoy nodded, smirking. In this moment he wanted to kiss her and Draco wasnt used to deny himself what he wanted.
One hour later. Draco was walking on a path from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, kicking tiny rocks in irritation and sighing.
He left "Three Brooms" right after Blaise tried to drag him to a side and talk to him in private. Draco hasn't said his farawell anyone, just picked his coat up and walked to an exit. Though they probable gave gotten used to his antics by last couple of months.
Though, Pansy maybe upset. She was trying to call out to him. Romantic sillyhead. Malfoy didnt think he really that good at pretending to be in love. He just didnt care. Draco decided not to tell Zabini about his weird dream or about the lily - he had thrown the flower out of a window immediatelly. He wished he could throw memories and thoughts out of his head so easily. Since that night everything has gone off the bonker.
If Draco would close his eyes for one second, Lestat would appear in front of him, surrounded by a sworl of white petalls.
Beautifull, to nausea...
Malfoy grimaced. And dreams - each time when he would woke up Malfoy felt a faint ghost of sensations from that night though he couldn't remember if he has seen any dreams or not.
This wasnt even scaring him anymore. It was making him angry a lot. And the only thing he wanted now is to find this cursed vampire and to talk to him thoroughly.
As a topic for talk Avada Kedavra would do...if it worked on the vampire of course.
But at least murders have stopped. Though only Devil knows if it was good or bad. Because it could mean that Lestat has ceased his activity (Draco has a lot of doubts this was the case) or that he was circling like a predator around one prey - Malfoy.
Spring, 1996 year. 8th April. Hogwarts premises.
A weather was very warmth for several days alrwady. Freshnness was emanated by a lake. Trees become growing leaves. To keep a gloomy mood was no longer possible. Draco and Pansy was walking along the lake, talking about various silly things and laughing. For a first time Malfoy was feelling himself liberated, forgotten about Lestat completely. Pansy was swinging her arms, illustrating Snape's harassment of gryffindors and Draco's stomach began aching from laughter.
His head was being visited by crazy thoughts about that their relationships are not just sex, that sometimes it isnt bad to just to talk to her Like now. Malfoy mentally grimaced and stopped laughing. This way it may go to an attachment. Or love.
Which wasnt on his plans. He stopped sharply and pulled Pansy to himself, she gasped in surprize. They were engaging in a long kiss, sheltering themselves in an oak's shadow. Draco was delighted mentally - a phisiology after all. He didnt want anything more serious, than friendly relationships with sex.
Particularly long kiss was cut off in a pretty unexpected way. An unseen force jerked Draco by his shoulder and throw him to side. Malfoy landed with his spine into some tree and lost his ability to breath for several seconds. His vision blacked out. Pansy screamed helplessly but kinda weakly, with quietening voice. Malfoy fought his nausea and lifted his gaze up. His vision was refusing to serve him, showing only floating shadows. Draco gritted his teeth in concentration.
And a picture, which he has finally saw made him grow cold. Slender figure which was definitely belong to his old aquentance and Pansy who was grasping at an arm which has nailed her by her throat to an oak holding her above a ground. Lestat turned to Draco. Malfoy exhaled weakly: on the vampire's face there was no fury or anger. Only some abnormal, distant and very malicious smile. Polite and friendly in a wrong way.
"This is beautifull evening, isn't it ?" Draco was angry, he was fed up with this. Lestat was looking at him with curious
"Let her go, " Draco ordered."Let her go? " The vampire said with fake confusing.
"Right now"
"I have no reason to do this" Lestat said, smiling.
Draco fetched his wand, with trembling hands.
"Let her go or I would kill you" Lestat smirked. His fingers unclenched, Pansy fell to the ground. But moment later the vampire was already dispatching Draco, s hand, holding it in a vice like grip. With other hand he was pressing Malfoy to himself."Lets dance" Draco tried to break free but a harsh strike cut off his movements. "This wasn't polite" Lestat said
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"A couple of ribs. Nothing life threatening. But I don't understand why he is not waking up
Shock maybe
Scent of lilies. So sharp he is suffocating. Draco tried to scream for help but he felt his lips are captured in a kiss? He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't.
"My son won't be staying in here!!!"
"Missis Malfoy, this is Hospital Wing, stop screaming"
"Lucius, we shall take Draco away! Do something already! "
Younger Malfoy couldn't recall ever hearing such worry in his mother's voice
"Narcissa, this is unreasonable" Touches, quiet barely discernable voice. Warmth of someone's breath. Subtle floral scent
"You are too young. I will wait a bit more"
Spring 1996.14 April.
The first thing Draco saw was a bouquet of snow White lilies beside his bad. Draco laughed nervously and fell asleep again.
15 April.
"Malfoy..."
"Potter?!" Boy Who Lived was the last person he was expecting to see in here
"Who it was? " Harry was frowning.
"Potter, let me guess, you decided to play Sherlock Holmes? "
"This not funny. I'm serious. Can you not act like jerkass at least for once in your life? "
Draco become so irritated and outraged he become speechless for some moments. He was craving to put crucio on his enemy. "Potter, you are the one who act like a jerkass
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" Even Potter payed a visit..."
"Potter?!"
"Ye. He tried to get information from me so he can save the world again, " Draco grimaced.
"I dont get it what made him think I will talk to him? "
"He suffers from stardom