Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Gang are not mine either is Edward's, if I had my way they would be having fun dancing under the moon, drinking themselves stupid. Don't sue, bitch xD

Summary: When you find out that your enemy/love interest have ran off with a possible lover you'll do anything, even fly over the other side of the world and bring him back, so Draco did just that. He'll find Potter and make him see that they are mates, his intended make him swoon and fall with him like every pure blood vampires do, imagene his surprise when he finds him in Forks Washington, a fledgling beating to it. And Potter is falling fast, Draco being Draco is not going down without a fight and a shag or two.

This story is going to be slash, I'm not going to give the pairings but I can tell you know who they are going to be, humm?

Right, let's go!

Chapter one: Bore me to death, you will.

Draco Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy fortune, the ice prince of the Slytherin house, best potion student in school, resident sex-god of Hogwarts, is bored beyond the grave itself. Yes, look at this offending people swarming around his person, he is starting to feel like hexing some random bloke to get some entertainment, but really Malfoys don't hex people just because, they hex to pass time, but huh, I guess you can say it's passing some time, he is bored. So that in mind he lifted his wand he draw a lazy pattern and pointed it to an unsuspecting Gryffindor, because really Gryffindors are better to yank their panties into knots better than Hufflepuffs. In a matter of seconds her golden hair changed into blue bouncy jelly, he smirked upon hearing the strangled shrieked that came from his victim. One of the professors came running in, demanding what the hell happened, he smiled, well his work here is done, he walked lightly, he wanted to whistle but you know, Malfoys don't whistle.

Ah, he feels good, he should do that more often, his all good, uh huh not bored any more, yup not him.

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Fucking son of a banshee! Where the bleeding fuck is Potter! That boy is the only thing you can call fun here, besides turning Weasley's notebook into a giant hairy spider while he carries it on his shoulder, oh how he loved the shriek that came from the human rodent.

Two months into the sixth year, and nothing interesting ever happens, well that 'incident' with the Weasalette screaming bloody murder after 'someone' charmed her cotton panties into fuzzy ones. Really, the bitch deserved it, saying that she and Potter where meant to be and are going to make a hoard of little weasleys, and that just made him want to jump into Dark Lordship and kill all red and annoying. Speaking of annoying, Weasley and Granger are fighting again, one would actually think that one would find them around the school snoging 'till kingdom come. It may seem that Granger is not talking with the Weasel, humm odd.

But anyway who cares, it's getting too tiresome being around this uninteresting people, it makes one think of those who are interesting. Say Potter and his just fucked hair, or Longbottom and his testosterone charged toad. Or Finnigan and his lover's spat with his new boyfriend Dean Thomas, or Cho Chang and her glares aimed at the Weaselette. But that was before wasn't? Cho Chang left the school to live with her parents, and Thomas and the leprechaun left to join the Auror training, so it's just Granger and the Weasels. Is that it? So who else with don't know where went?

Let's see, Potter, Longbottom... who else? Just those two eh, truly how odd? People don't know where the both of them went, after the war; the both of them seemed to become more close to each other than the two thirds of the golden trio, peculiar indeed. Rumours came out that they have ran off, eloped, settled on some country, making a bunch of baby Longbottoms, eating nice meals, laughing kissing, having sex...

Fuck you Longbottom! His going to hunt him down and rip his guts out and feed it to the giant squid and roast his head on a stick while dancing the 'Dancing queen!' Not that Draco knew that song he just made the song up. AHEM!

Going back, he can't have that, Potter should be with him. Yes, with him got a problem with that bitch?

Thought so. Anyway, going back.

People had thought so, but he, Draco Malfoy is not categorized as this 'people', so he had someone look for Potter and Longbottom, to track them down and tell him where they are now, keep tags on them and report. So far all he got was that Potter and Longbottom have left the county, took the Muggle death trap called Airplane, destination unknown. And that's about it, really even he can do better, and it's been two weeks since he sent some of his father's men to locate those two.

He stopped looking at the dancing leaves falling down on the ground he thought of why they actually left. Besides them eloping, he considered that, truth be told. He saw how those two interacted after the trial, he saw those secret glances they share behind the terrible two and the way they would squeeze each other's hand when they thought no one was watching. By far that would be the best hypothesis that he could come up with, he just won't accept it. He had been trying to get Potter's attention all this time, and for the love of him, all he got was more hostile feedbacks and nasty jinxes. He did everything he could think up of and it all just backfired at his lovely face. One was being turned into a ferret. A ferret! Of all the shit that he had to endure just to get some lovin' from the specky git, that was too much, I mean come on being turned into a fucking ferret is nothing, besides he knows his cute in that form, if the stunned and slightly awed look on Potter's face is anything to go by whenever he sees a ferret around the grounds, loveable bastard. Being jammed in Goyle's fucking underwear was! How many freaking months did you think took him to even look at Golye without remembering that nasty feeling being face full of an ickle penis? You don't!

Shuddering he went back to his musing, he didn't want to remember something so horrific. Trailing his fingers on the cold stone railing of the corridor, feeling the imperfections that he can only feel, no it wasn't only him. He can bet that it wasn't only him, Blaise and his godfather the imperfections, he'll bet half of his fortune that Potter and Longbottom can as well. Those two had that scent that would only belong to their kind but not. Severus had that look on his face whenever Potter or Longbottom did something stupid and get them hurt not much on Longbottom, but with Potter, his face would twitch and his hand seemed to hold his wand a little tighter turning into white. That is the kind of reaction his father would have after him tripping on public and scratched his knee, he was trying not to go to him and act like a mother hen, It's just they were in public, Malfoys don't do emotions in public.

He asked Severus about this reaction, he'd only give him that glare that told him that he should have known all along. Right, he should've known that at least one of the two is a submissive magical creature, most probably Potter. But what kind of creature was he?

A few passing girls looked at him and giggled; he looked at them and gave them a smirked, that only resulted with blushing girls and louder giggles. He went back to his musing, some things never change, this occur with Potter too, but he seemed miffed more than flushed from all the attention from the female population as of late. That was clue number one; he didn't like girls throwing themselves at his feet. That rules out Vampires, Incubus and Veelas. Second would be, that his psychical structure, the small built just like of a female's the effeminate looks and those eyes that are too green to be natural, that lives as with nature connected magical creature: Nymphs and elementals, since most of those creatures are little slu- I mean their population are mostly submissives. Third would be the call he seemed to have on all the Dominants within the area, those would be him, Severus and Blaise. But what about Longbottom? Shouldn't the other dominants hostile around him, especially when he's so near Potter? This calls for farther investigation.

Blaise should have some answers himself, he seemed as restless as he is, and Blaise is practically wanking every single night, not seeing Potter is turning him into the horny incubus that he is. It was unnerving to say the least, a presences of sub was the only thing that was keeping his bits in his trousers, but now that sub is gone, well let's say that we have to keep a big supply or lub and tissue in our dorm, next to Blaise's bed.

A tap on his shoulder brought him back from a perfect blackmailing material. Ah, speak of the devil; Blaise is standing in front of him holding a letter, grinning like a loon. Draco raised a brow and took the letter from his friend, reading the letter a big grin gave way on his lips and raised his head to see Blaise's grin only got bigger. Oh, now this changes everything.

"Reckon we should at least have a vacation of ourselves, since we did help destroy the dark Lord, yeah?" said Draco with a look of indifference on his face but uncontrolled glee in his voice while examining his fingernails.

"Ah, yes, yes say somewhere cold and green?" said Blaise with that look on his eyes that said his going to get laid again, Draco have to look out for Potter if his going to let them stay with them, well maybe not, his best bet is that they're going to be hex even before they get near their house. Setting that aside he answered him. "Oh, that's a perfect idea. Where do you think we should go my good fellow?"

"Hm, how does Forks, Washington sound too you hm?"

"Yes, that would do, shall I arrange our leave then?"

"Jolly good show mate."

"Good bye boring, hello Forks Washington, U.S.A."