Authors Note: If you have not noticed I am just slightly obsessed with Harry Potter Twilight crossovers. My aim is to be original and to not do the same thing everyone else has done. In light of that this fic will be an Draco and Edward pairing which is one that I haven't come across very often. WARNING: This fic will be dark I love Myers but I prefer my vampire's to be a bit more of the Rice variety so be prepared for a very dark and vampiery Edward. Enjoy as always read and review! My other fic's are receiving just as much attention so not to worry updates will be coming soon.
Chapter 1: Sleeping Beauty
His world had become fractured light almost as if someone had broken the sky or worse yet shattered the sun. It had been going on like this for days getting worse and worse until it got to the point that Draco could no longer deny that there was something terribly wrong with his world. Nothing looked like it should. Draco stared at a lotus flower that seemed to be melting, the whole thing was coming undone. He reached out to touch the purple petals and the color seemed to reach out and grab him. He screamed knowing suddenly that he wouldn't have to worry about his pride.
There was no one here to hear him scream. The purple spread until it covered his whole body and Draco screamed ceaselessly realizing that he was trapped in an illusion spell. It took days for the spell to finally break and when Draco opened his eyes he had to close them again at once. The light in the room was dull at best but it was too bright for his weak eyes which evidently hadn't looked upon real light for quite some time. He opened his eyes slowly and carefully a small fraction at a time. There was a dull ache behind his eyes which would probably morph into a raging migraine given time but he needed to get his bearings.
His body felt weak when he tried to lift his arms but he managed to sit up slowly. A quick glance around the room revealed nothing he recognized until his eyes landed on a white dragon crusted with tiny diamonds. This was his house, this was Malfoy Manor. Emerald eyes flashed before his mind and he grabbed at the sides of his head to try and stop the pain. He wretched but it was nothing but bile, it vanished before it hit the floor, courtesy of the manors many house elves. He pushed the flashing eyes back into his mind and wiped the few escaped tears from his face. The world tilted dangerously but only because he had tilted, his body gave out and he was on the soft bed once more.
He had vowed he would never come back here. This Manor was a prison of the grandest design. Despite only just waking up he was exhausted; Draco closed his eyes and welcomed the darkness. An undetermined amount of time passed before Draco was awoken by the sound of footsteps. He had the sense not to move he felt a potion go down his throat and then another. The first was a simple nutrient potion and the second was a mass building potion which explained why he wasn't skeletal. Shortly after that he felt his limbs being pulled and stretched and then the magic was gone. There was a pop signaling that the house elf had left but there was still a presence in the room. There was a rustling of paper and then a delicate clearing of someones throat.
"Chapter 12: The Escape. The prince came back to the bottom of the tower each night and called to his love, but she remained unmoving on her bed unable to hear him. The witch had placed her under a terrible spell from which she would never wake. The entrance to the tower was covered in thrones and guarded by dragons but the prince was determined to save his love. He left and traveled back to his castle to gather all his strongest men. They left the next night and together breached the entrance to the tower; within moments two of the princes finest men were dead but the dragon's were slayed."
Draco knew this story, it had been his favorite as a child, his mother must have read it to him over a hundred times. The prince would save the sleeping princess and they would live happily ever after. It was perfect, it was magic, it was a lie. Draco opened his eyes and his mothers voice stopped at once. He stared at his mother who was still the height of beauty and elegance even with streaks of grey in her ice blond hair. Her eyes were now showing signs of age and her mouth was accented with laugh lines or more accurately frown lines, but this only added to everything that was Narcissa.
"Mother."
There was no change in her expression for a moment and then she smiled carefully. She went back to Sleeping Beauty, and finished the chapter. This one was his favorite after all. He closed his eyes and listened to the cool tones of Narcissa's voice. She kissed his forehead before leaving and whispered into his ear.
"You must not let anyone else know you have awoken sleeping beauty. Try to remember what happened even if its painful."
Then she was gone and Draco was left to wonder once more how he ended up back in the Manor he hated more then anything save Voldermort. Heavy curtains were drawn over the windows and only very dull and muted light could make its way into the room. Everything was in order, the pajamas he wore were fresh and crisp. Think Draco! Why are you here? There was something in the back of his mind that was sharp and painful. Green eyes lighting like fire and then going out just like that...Harry.
"Draco I don't want to argue with you!"
Count to three, no try ten, maybe twenty. There Draco had calmed himself enough not to yell back at the stupid boy.
"I'm not arguing with you Harry. I'm coming and that's it. You can't stop me."
Harry sighed and turned back around with an unreadable expression in his eyes. He walked towards Draco with his eyes pinning him in place and then he was kissing him desperately and Draco couldn't resist. Harry consumed him and Draco caved in freely, greedily, in fact, he tried to consume Harry to. They fell asleep with there hearts beating loudly and in the morning they awoke to a brilliant September sun. Harry got ready in silence and Draco did as well. The house was small, but it was home and Draco loved its four walls more then anything else. Harry set the pan in the fire and got started on breakfast. It was a lucky thing that Harry could cook or they both would have starved to death. He was quick and efficient to which was nice. A plate of omelets floated over to Draco and then a kiss was planted on his cheek.
"I was thinking we could go for a swim today when were done with breakfast of course."
Draco paused between bites and looked at Harry who was staring out the window. He was youthful and beautiful right on the brink of manhood, he was taller and powerfully built thanks to his martial arts training, which Draco didn't fell was necessary. The dark lord would never engage in hand to hand combat the idea was ridiculous, but Harry wanted to prepare for every possible outcome.
"Sure a swim would be nice."
Harry smiled at him and Draco looked away like he always did, a smiling Harry was almost to beautiful for him to take. They went swimming like Harry suggested and made love which had not been on the menu but was very much enjoyed, until Harry nearly drowned from attempting to fall asleep in the lake. The whole day was lazy and carefree one could almost pretend it was any day at all, just an ordinary day of there lives but it wasn't. The final battle was to take place when the sunset; the dark lord had announced the date last week. Sunset was the only time that Harry acknowledged that today was anything but an ordinary day.
"I love you Draco."
"I love you to."
They left the small house they called home and aparated to Hogwarts, her wards had already fallen and the steady strum of magic one could feel in her presence had all but disappeared. The battle was long but for Draco it was all flashing moments in time. He dodged his fathers killing curse and fired back one of his own. Ron Weasley was killed and he had to listen to Harry scream in pain. Hermione was maimed and Harry screamed again. Then Harry was facing Voldermort and the dance began. Harry got in a spell and the dark lord fell his red eyes rolling back in his ugly face before closing. His body fell and then Harry's body fell as well and so did Draco's. Harry lay dead a mirror image of the body that lay across from him.
Draco covered his mouth to stop the scream that was clawing its way up his throat like a wild bat. Harry! Harry was gone Harry had died! Tears ran silently down his face but he wiped at them quickly. That wasn't why he was back at the manor locked in his childhood room.
Although right now he couldn't get past the fact that Harry was dead. He had buried that deep into the recesses of his brain either that or someone else had done it for him, probably the same person that kept him under such a powerful illusion spell.
The illusion in and of it itself had not been such a bad experience. It was just like being alive, only he was alone in an enchanted wood with no way of knowing how much time had passed. It was only the last couple of days that had been torture. A person was not meant to be allowed to experience the failing of an illusion spell it could drive them mad. Although the fact that he had been allowed to experience it meant that whoever had placed him under the spell had not been paying attention.
He went back to the painful fact that his Harry was dead and tried bravely to move past that and onto what had happened next. The funeral, a casket heaped to the sky it seemed with flowers. Inside it was Harry, the whole scene was hazy as if he was watching everything from under a film. He heard his own heaving sobs but nothing matched Mrs. Weasley's a twin coffin with an equal amount of flowers was being lowered in the ground right beside Harry's. Ron Weasley had died as well, he had jumped in the way of the killing curse to save Harry. The twins had been buried the day before and now two more of her sons were to be buried as well.
Draco turned to leave before they could enclose the caskets; he didn't want to see it. The war technically speaking was not over and he shouldn't have been walking around so carelessly he could see that now. His father stunned him and then he felt slicing in his arms. He was losing blood and he could hear his father telling his mother that he had tried to kill himself with a slicing hex. He was protesting but no one could hear him. Then he had awoken in the garden and he had been so peaceful and there had been no pain.
It was paradise, perhaps he had even thought he had died. He would have most likely but the spell had fallen away maybe from the constant pressure of his subconscious, or maybe from Lucius lack of attention. The fact was it was gone and he could breathe easy knowing that it was gone. He could never be placed under that spell again. His mind had fought it and won, it wouldn't work a second time.
Now there was his father to contend with. He would have to make it look as if he had died, or perhaps fib to his father that he had seen the errors of his ways and was ready to take up his duty as sole heir or some such nonsense. Draco lay there bearing each painful throb of his heart; being reminded each time that Harry's heart was not beating. Harry had been the sun for all of his dark coloring. Harry had been his life, they had planned there whole life together. They had wanted to be together for all eternity. For a moment Draco considered smothering himself to death with his own magic. All he would need to do was let his own magic into the room and not stop.
He started just a bit at first and the air began to shimmer and then he sighed and stopped. Harry had forced him to promise that he would live and he would keep that promise. He saw Harry smile that beautiful smile and then he faded away. Draco let a few tears fall before quenching them once more. His mental searching had exhausted him and he let himself fall into a troubled dreams of glowing green eyes and perfect smiles, punctuated here and there with the horrible fractured light that had awoken him from his dream of peace.
He woke again to the potions but this time a small amount of strengthening potion had been added to his basic nutrient potion. Narcissa was back with the book but she sat in the chair beside his bed with her hands folded primly over the cover. She smiled at Draco something she did rarely and made the same delicate sound she had the day before to clear her throat. She began to read though still she had yet to open the book.
"Chapter 1: The Flight of the Prince. The prince awoke to find that his happy ending had been stolen away. From a decades long dream he stumbled blindly trapped in the maze of the labyrinth house. The king had yet to discover that the prince had awoken, but the prince was running out of time. He wandered with pain in his heart searching blindly now in the darkness for his exit. He did not know that it was very close by. He nearly missed it altogether. Once the prince had escaped he realized he had nowhere to go and no access to his fortune so he sold all the gold he had and left the country he once called home."
Draco listened and smiled at his mother she smiled back and stood up leaving the closed book on the chair. He couldn't speak but he nodded and she seemed to understand.
"Be strong my dragon. Farewell."
She left quickly in a flurry of fluttering silk robes. Draco sat up with renewed strength and vigor. He picked up the book which was quite heavy and opened it to find a letter and carved out pages. A fortune of jewels was in the hollow of the book and a parchment envelope was stuck in one of the corners and along the length of the spine was the familiar warmth of his wand. He pulled out the envelope and took out the scented parchment. He smirked his mother was always a pureblood first.
"My dear prince,
As you may have guessed, you need to leave and quickly. There is a hidden exit in your room located on the farthest wall from the door. It requires a blood sacrifice to open. I have given you my most valuable jewels, do not attempt to sell them until you have left Europe. A muggle plane ticket is also enclosed it will take you to the canary islands."
Draco paused to chuckle. His father hated the canary islands. He went back to the letter.
"You will not be able to contact me, so this is my goodbye. Be strong and be brave. Live your life, the way Harry would have wanted you to.
All my Love,
Narcissa"
Draco folded the letter carefully and placed everything back in the book. He took his wand out of the spine and shrunk the book and placed it in his pocket. He went to the farthest wall as the letter had described and began to feel along it for any tingle of magic. There was a slight vibration coming from one of the walls and Draco created a small wound on his palm and smeared the blood across the wall. The wall dissolved and opened up to reveal a small chamber.
It was dank like millions upon millions of rats had been here despite the blood sacrifice required. Draco configured his pajamas into simple muggle clothing as an afterthought and forged ahead. The passage was long and more then once he felt a rat brush across his feet. He pressed on not caring only wanting his freedom. He could taste it. He guessed he had been walking for about one hour now, it was all dark and there were no markers. It was only years of his fathers own training that kept him from losing his head.
At long last he saw a dim light at the end of tunnel. He speed up despite his own forced calm and reached the exit. He squinted at the light but didn't slow down, he needed to be beyond the wards. His mother urged him to leave Europe at once and she had provided a small amount of muggle money, a plane ticket and a passport. He aparated to Kings Cross the only muggle place he could recall with enough accuracy for the process. He crossed the barrier quickly not daring to look at the tracks, to let himself imagine the shining red steam engine, or green eyes and tousled hair.
He hailed a cab and showed the driver the ticket to avoid any miscommunication. Once he reached the airport he followed the signs and went through all the necessary lines until he reached his destination. He boarded the plane and fell asleep. He dreamed of Harry again and awoke with a crippling pain in his heart but he swallowed it down. He would not allow himself to show weakness in front of muggles, or anyone when he got right down to it.
He stared out of the window at the night sky. An old woman was beside him. He ignored her not to be cruel but because he didn't have the mental or emotional stability to carry on a conversation. The plane landed with what Draco considered undue turbulence. He exited the airport with only a few hundred pounds left. It wasn't such a small amount he could rent himself a simple room until he found the right buyers for his mothers jewels, then he would move on.
He hired another cab to take him to a cheap hotel. Despite sleeping the whole way there he was still pretty tired. Once he had secured himself a room he fell into the bed and went to sleep. He would deal with everything in the morning he thought quietly. For now he would rest. He awoke some hours later to the sound of a light tapping on the window. His heart went to his throat and tears came to his eyes and flowed within seconds. A snowy white owl was tapping on the small slightly dingy window. Draco opened it to let the bird in but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but the stroke the bird on the head. If he spoke he would scream, he could feel it. He left the bird which seemed content where it was.
Sometime during the night his clothes had changed back into his pajamas. He would need to get some clothing but first he would need to take a bath. He went to the washroom and stopped at the mirror. He wasn't very shocked he expected to be thin since he had only been given potions, he was a bit taller as well which was again expected considering the amount of time that had passed. He hadn't seemed to age very much, no one had bothered to cut his hair so it fell in a long sheet to his waist. His eyes were haunted as he knew they would be and his cheekbones appeared sharp in his overly gaunt face. While he expected no less it was still disconcerting to see each and everyone on of his ribs when he took off his shirt.
The shower was a small stand up that was reasonably clean, he cast a cleaning charm nonetheless and stepped into the shower pleased that the spray was hot and strong. The soap was simple and the shampoo would probably dry his hair out but he didn't have the energy to be vain just yet. He washed quickly even though the water pressure and temperature were good and dried off with a spell. He transfigured his clothes into something light and airy and used a few spells to fix his hair and protect his skin from the sun. He lingered in the tiny washroom and then gave himself a shake. It was just a damn bird for Merlin's sake! He marched out of the washroom and nearly turned right back around at the sight of the owl.
"Hedwig."
The owl hooted and fluttered closer but stopped short of landing on his shoulder, like it knew that would be too much. She probably did she seemed pretty intelligent. She had always been able to find Harry no matter where he went and now she had found him.
"How have you been girl?"
The owl hooted again and Draco sighed and took a seat on the bed. His stomach made an odd noise and he sighed again. He would not be able to consume normal amounts of food for quite some time. Hedwig settled down on the dresser so he assumed she would be staying a while. His own owl had died although he had never been quite as agreeable as Hedwig. He had seen a dining room on his way in the night before and headed there. He was gawked at which he supposed had everything to do with skeletal frame and nothing at all to do with the small amount of Veela blood he possessed. He sat at a table in a corner and tried to smile at the waitress who was already looking at him with too much well meaning concern for his liking.
"My dear when was the last time you ate! I'm gonna get you a big breakfast we'll fix you up."
Draco tried to force his mouth into what he hoped was a grateful smile. He wasn't sure that he succeeded.
"Thank you, I've been ill my healer advised me to take it easy, just some tea with toast, maybe a little jam."
The waitress smiled at him looking a little confused.
"Did you say healer dear?"
Draco coughed to cover his grimace.
"Forgive me I meant doctor, my mother calls them healers."
He tried his very best to smile brightly and the waitress nodded and went off. He slumped a bit in his seat feeling his energy drop. Even the simplest tasks took so much effort. He sipped at his tea pleased that it was real British tea and nibbled at his toast slowly and carefully. He would stop every few moments to make sure that his stomach wasn't about to revolt. He managed one slice of the toast and a whole cup of tea before he had to stop. He left a ten pound note on the table and went back to his room, even though he really wanted to go for a walk and clear his head, his weak body was demanding more sleep. He had basic healing skills himself and didn't know the long term effects of an illusion spell.
He fell asleep quickly deciding he would nap for at least two hours and then go for that walk. Hedwig blinked her large amber eyes at him before tucking her head under her wing again. The presence of the bloody bird was more soothing then he thought it would be. He feared that if Harry's familiar had been a more cuddly creature that he would have been trying to hug it to death. Thankfully it was an owl with formidable claws and quite a sharp beak, he could save himself the shame. He slipped into dreams once more which were still full of the disturbing light and now whispering voices and a dark haired man he could never reach no matter how fast he ran.
He jolted awake just as completely as if someone had actually prodded him. It was night out, so much for two hours of sleep he thought bitterly. Draco was not someone to abide weakness. He needed a healer. He rinsed his face and brushed his teeth. He was going to go for that walk anyhow. He was right along the shore line, if he stuck to open space he would be fine. The night air was warm and sultry and the flowers perfumed the air with a delicate fragrance. The ocean was calm and black as it always was at night. The salt stung his nose a bit but he welcomed it, nothing had stung in the blasted spell. He knew his father was ambitious to have an heir but this particular course of action didn't make any sense.
Putting Draco in a spell induced coma didn't get him his heir back. Staging a suicide attempt didn't make his heir look stable. In short none of it made sense if he correctly understood his father's motivations. Unless of course he didn't understand them at all which was probably the case. Draco shook his head as if sheer force could straighten out his confusion. The walk was not turning out to be the soothing escape he had planned. So he turned around and headed back to the small hotel. He returned in time to see Hedwig soar out the window like a ghost on the wind. He hand't suffered with the knowledge that Harry was dead for very long. Although knowing that it had now been ten years seemed to force the reality to sink in.
Harry was dead and he would always be dead. The logic didn't stop the tears or the wild scream that ripped from his throat. He hurried back to his room before he could make even more of a spectacle of himself and collapsed on the small bed once more. He was asleep within moments and for the first time since he had come to he was greeted with blessed darkness. He awoke the next morning with a vile taste in his mouth and a dull ache coming from his sinus's. It was a an odd day, the sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. Hedwig was back and her eyes were locked onto him in a way that made him uncomfortable. He looked away from her and went to the washroom to shower. He transfigured his clothes for the fourth time and decided that today would be a good day to find some clothes.
The shrunken book full of jewels was always in his pocket, but he had yet to seek out the small wizarding village that was on this island. In fact he had been doing most things without magic which was odd considering he used to do everything with magic. Harry had gotten him to appreciate the simple steps of getting dressed, of buttering toast. His heart was heavy and full of pain that seemed almost physical. It was like his heart was beating around the knife in it instead of simply just stopping. He walked around going to the market and looking at the muggle clothing that was for sale. Most of it was cotton and a lot of it was brightly colored. The fabric was good quality and it was nice and breathable which was good for this type of climate.
He picked up a dozen shirts in various colors, a few shorts and some pants and a belt just incase he had misjudged his own size. His stomach made that odd flop again which signaled that he was hungry. He made his way back to hotel and sat in the same place he sat before. The same waitress came over but this time she had his tea and toast before he even asked. She must have been impressed by the amount of money he left yesterday. He smiled his thanks glad that she didn't linger to make small talk and carefully made his way through his breakfast. He managed a bit more then the day before but had to stop half way through his second slice of toast.
He unfolded his napkin and squinted at the minuscule writing in the corner. 'Please don't forget to eat lunch. You need three meals a day Mr. Malfoy.' Mr. Malfoy? No one had called him that since his school days. He looked around the small dining room but the waitress was no where to be seen. He wiped his mouth as he originally intended and put the napkin down. He was too tired to deal with any mysteries today. His early shopping trip had winded him and he wanted nothing more then to go back to sleep. His body was aching he would probably need to begin some type of physical training to gain back some muscle tone.
Harry used to make him train with him in martial arts; he could recall most of it. He fell asleep once more with green eyes burning into him from a distance. He didn't bother fighting the grief and woke up with tears falling from his eyes. It was pathetic that he was carrying on this way, but each time he woke up the pain of Harry's death would only get worse. He supposed it was the natural grieving process. Hedwig was on the bed side table examining him with a curious tilt to her head. He sighed and looked away from the bird. He had at least managed to take a proper nap today. It was late afternoon if he was judging the slant of the sun correctly. He needed to leave the island, he realized that there were probably a few people being paid by his mother to keep an eye on him and he didn't want any keepers.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his mother or the risks she had taken to get him here but he was sure he would suffer some complete emotional breakdown soon. He didn't want anyone reporting to his mother that her only son had gone mad with grief. He wouldn't be surprised if he did though, he felt he was going mad already. He pushed himself up feeling his thin arms shake with the effort. It would be best to leave. He would figure out how to send a message to his mother later on when he was more stable. The magical community wasn't hard to find, he would simply need to aparate. He was a European wizard and would have preferred setting up an international account with Gringnotts but it would be simpler not to mention safer to just go with the local branch here; Commonwealth.
He aparated and went first to the only jeweler in town who was of course expecting him. He presented the jewels having already transferred them to a silken sack. In a relatively short time he was given a bank note for over four million Galleons. He made his way to the bank with a shake of his head. Leave it to his mother to consider four million galleons worth of jewelry as something to get by on. Sure it was only a small percentage of the entire Malfoy fortune but Draco didn't care. Money would not get him anything he wanted. He went to the bank and politely advised that he was not the Malfoy heir, no he didn't need a European back account, and finally the business was done and he could leave.
He went back to the hotel and packed the clothes he had purchased. He considered not telling Hedwig he was leaving but then decided there was no point being cruel to the bird. He rubbed her head and told her to meet him brazil, she hooted once which he assumed was yes, and then he aparated to the island. It was a bit earlier in the day here, and the heat here was more dry. Once again he got himself a simple hotel room, things seemed hazy to him, things that had only just happened. He needed to sleep, his was under too much stress, there was nothing to distract him now and he thought sadly that perhaps he should have taken a bit longer to complete settling his affairs.
*** Two Years Later ***
He turned the corner sharply and opened the throttle up completely, he could only hear the roar of the powerful engine as he zoomed past his opponent at the last possible second and took first place. His 'manager' waved him over but Draco just waved and left. He cared a bit for winning but he really only did it for the thrill for the near death experience, for the utter lack of regard for his own safety. Being the best and winning just came with being a Malfoy.
Brazil was a nice place it seemed to offer something for everyone and for Draco it was the unique mix of the jungle and the city that drew him like a moth to a flame. He was well known for racing and well known to police to for street racing. He drove at lethal speeds with precision and rarely if ever lost. He'd been in a few wrecks and survived all of them without even a scratch. He was always told that it was some type of miracle and Draco was inclined to believe them. He had taken up racing a year and a half ago, after witnessing a spectacular wreck, no one had survived.
Of course with his luck every one of his wrecks had ended up being miracles were everyone survived. He weaved in between cars not caring for the restrictive traffic of Rio de Jerno. He smirked his deadly Malfoy smirk at anyone who dared to honk at him zipping past. He had purchased a Villa right on the shore line and he went there now racing the sun. He wanted to make it to the shore line in time to watch the sunset. There was a moment for a split second were the whole ocean would turn green just like his eyes.
He made it on time which he always did and he watched the whole process with equal amounts of pain and calmness in his heart. He had accepted that he would never come back. He watched the sunset each night and he left his hair uncut. It now reached past his but and was nearing his mid thigh and he was over six foot six. His hair was full and thick and he received compliments on it and invitations from men and women alike but he always declined. His heart belonged now to the sunset and the beautiful emerald green it would flash right before disappearing all together. He turned around and walked into the direction of his house. Draco had made a life for himself like he promised he would and now all he could do was wait patiently for it to end.
He made himself dinner, house elf's had come as soon as he had erected the wards around his villa, but he had sent them away. He wouldn't stop using magic, he was a pureblood after all and not using his magic was unfathomable. Still, he wanted as few reminders of the wizarding world as possible. Hedwig hooted impatiently and he threw some owl treats in her general direction to shut her up. She had become spoiled if he didn't give her a treat within five minutes of entering the house she would start to screech.
Besides Hedwig he had maintained no friendships. There were a few people who had been very persistent but eventually his cold exterior pushed them away. He wasn't sorry about it either. He wasn't yearning for someone to stay and try and break into his heart. He had loved once and that was enough. He loved hard and fast and with all he had in him, and he didn't have any love left to give to anyone else. He sat down to his solitary meal and ate with polite slowness, chewing each morsel the exact same amount of times before swallowing.
He had filled out, but he was decidedly thin, apparently growing a few feet while being bed prone stretched a person out. He wasn't what one would call lanky but he was also not very buff.
He had been approached a few times by women and men wanting him to model. He would smile and then ignore them. One women had gone so far as to harass him with a bouquet of wild flowers every morning. He shook his head thinking of her, she had been nice and she was stubborn, and she had made him laugh on every occasion that he spoke with her. Her red hair reminded him of Ginny and that was intolerable. He cleaned up what was left of his meal with a quick swoosh of his wand and went to take a shower before heading to bed. Sleep was the best time of day. He closed his eyes with a smile and went to sleep
Harry was walking really fast, unnecessarily fast in his opinion. He was trying to piss Draco off and it was working.
"Oi Potter!"
Harry kept walking his stupid long legs taking him around the corner faster then Draco could manage. He put on a burst of speed and caught up to Harry who had already paused to wait for him. He was smiling and his eyes were shining with mirth.
"What the hell Potter, why are you going so fast, its just bloody ice cream!"
Harry smiled again and reached out to touch Draco's face.
"You need to be hot to really enjoy ice cream Draco, come on break a sweat, I won't tell anyone I promise."
Harry leaned forwards and kissed him and took off running and damn if Draco didn't chase him. By the time they got to the ice cream parlor Draco was out of breath. Harry had his hands on his knees and was bending over and breathing slowly and carefully.
"Y-you s-see Draco n-now the ice cream will taste better."
Draco didn't bother to respond he was sweating like an animal and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He huffed and Harry smiled his brilliant smile and stepped into the ice cream parlor. After a moment Draco followed behind him. Harry ordered his favorite ice cream which seemed to be a concoction of all the brightest colors. He handed Draco a cone and headed outside.
Draco opened his mouth to protest but then gave up and followed, he would never understand Harry, sometimes he acted like such a child.
"Ice cream is most appreciated under the hot sun Draco, come on."
Harry took his hand not seeming to care that some muggles had stopped to stare. He pulled Draco down the street and then took a seat on a large rock by a tree. It was one of those rare days were England got as hot as any island should be and the ice cream was actually quite a relief from the heat. Harry licked at his cone happily and Draco did the same rubbing his thumb along the back of Harry's hand.
"I'm a bit obsessed with ice cream, my relatives used to go on outings and get my cousin these huge ice cream cones, and I would get a crappy lemon ice lolly."
Draco started to say something about being sorry but Harry silenced him with one of his care free shrugs.
"It isn't really important anymore. I have you and I can get all the ice cream I want."
Draco nodded and Harry smiled softly and went back to his ice cream which was in immediate danger of dripping down his hand.
Draco rolled over and squinted at the sun light filtering through his curtains. Sleep was becoming a haven. His brain had blessed him not with nightmares but with perfect happy memories of his time with Harry. It gave him the strength to get out of bed every morning, but beyond that it was crippling him. He knew when Harry had made him promise that he would live no matter what happened he hand't meant to live like a recluse and only come out to chase down death every few days. But that was what he could do. Harry had no right demanding this of him, he had no right to leave him and demand that he Draco still be happy and whole. It just wasn't possible.
His morning routine was simple he would shower run on his treadmill, go outside for three or four smokes and then have his morning tea and toast. After that he would go down to the beach and look at the waves, then he would go to the local corner store and pick up the glamoured version of the daily prophet; the New York times. With one easy spell it would become the wizarding newspaper. He would go through that for about one hour and then go for a swim. After that he headed to the track. His 'manager' which was the closet thing he had to a friend would always yell at him for being late even though they had never agreed on the time.
Draco didn't pay Luke any money and Luke had his own regular job and a wife and a family. Draco was his hobby.
"You're late."
"I'm not late Luke, are we doing the 89 track today?"
Luke smiled a sort of predatory grin, that was more from the desire to win then from any real negative motivation. He was a competitor and claiming that he was Draco's manager gave him a real boost. Draco didn't mind he was good at all that motivation crap but he didn't care for the other shit. He walked past Luke who followed and headed to the inside of the track building.
He changed into the thick leather riding suit and went back out to his bike. It was a top of the line machine, and the only love in Draco's life. Luke was trying to tell him something but he had already stated the engine. He took off and speed around the track at lightening speed reveling in the hair pin turns. He heard a shout when he came to a stop.
"Holy crap Draco you just beat a world record, too bad its not official."
Draco nodded and listened to Luke babble on with half a smile. If he had to label Luke Draco supposed he would consider him a friend. He was the perfect kind of person he didn't ask any personal questions and Draco didn't ask him anything personal either. Although Luke did tell Draco about himself all the time without any prompting. He was an open person but he didn't expect that same openness from other people in return which to Draco was a highly valuable quality.
"Draco!"
Draco smirked and looked back at Luke.
"Yes."
"Be here on Sunday don't be late, its the qualifier race, try and stay alive until then, yeah?"
"Yeah."
Draco gave Luke a salute and speed off. Days were better when there were actual races, perhaps he would stop off at the local fruit market today. He felt like pineapple. The market was packed as per usual but it suited Draco fine. Brazils population was as diverse as a pack of skittles, no one stood out no matter how bizarre they appeared. He pulled his braid out from his riding jacket feeling the hair bunching up and itching his skin. He pulled the braid over his shoulder and let it hang. Browsing the market was always a good time, a small child was pointing at Draco and yelling 'bike', 'bike'. Draco smiled and the small child giggled.
He rode home quickly and tossed Hedwig a whole handful of owl treats to shut her up. She swopped down from no where and cuffed Draco on the head with one of her wings. He went to the kitchen and set about cutting into the pineapple, it was ripe and some of the juice ran down his fingers as he held it in place. He sucked the juice off enjoying the unique sweet flavor. He got a plate filled it with pineapple and went out onto his terrace.
Perhaps he would get some more reading done today. His favorite book was outside on the patio with the place he left off at marked with a simple piece of folded paper. He leaned back in one of the nice lounge chairs he had purchased and settled down with his pineapple and his book. The lines blurred and in no time Draco had fallen asleep.
"Hey I have a great idea!"
Draco sighed and took a step back from the battlements of the astronomy tower. Harry's great idea was probably something lethal. They were trying to perfect a broomless way of flying, for the element of surprise, but so far they had only been able to hover which was a bit useless.
"Why don't we try jumping maybe we need the speed."
Draco shook his head but Harry just smiled, then at once the fire came back, the landscape of his memories would become fire and Harry would scream for Draco to run, then he would fall over and clutch a huge gushing wound in his belly and even with blood pouring out of his mouth he would scream for Draco to run.
Draco's eyes snapped open, it was never a good thing if he fell asleep during the day. Whenever he did his dreams about Harry would turn into nightmares. He looked out at the horizon, the sun had already set. Harry had been right the spell worked better when they jumped, they continued working on it after that and by sixth year it was perfected. The real memory was a good one, it had been thrilling a jolt of fear with a hint of adrenaline and the heady feeling that life was always in your control. It was almost the same feeling Draco got from racing.
He jolted forwards suddenly, a dark creature had broken his wards. He looked down and narrowed his eyes. A vampire was standing in his backyard staring right up at him. Draco stared back wondering if the vampire was going to try and kill him or not. Harry would want him to fight back. The vampire continued to stare and then he was gone as quickly as he had come. Draco sighed and made a mental note to strengthen his wards. It wouldn't due to be careless. A vampire was welcome though. If the creature felt like stalking and then killing him he wouldn't protest. Draco ran his hand across his face roughly to wake himself up. Several flies had landed on his forgotten pineapple.
"And what would Harry do Draco if you just let a vampire kill you?"
Draco sighed and stretched and stood up, talking to yourself was never a good sign. He needed a good soak and maybe a dreamless sleep potion. He put his plate in the sink and made his way upstairs. He watched the water fill the deep Jacuzzi tub and disrobed. He hand't aged too much he looked nothing close to his thirty years at any rate. At most he seemed to be twenty three or twenty four. His was always tanned someone as naturally white as him could not help being tan in such a warm climate. He lit a smoke a filthy habit his mother would have scolded him for and let the jacuzzi work away the days tension. His wards tingled again but he paid it no mind. If it was the same vampire he was simply prowling the perimeter again. Let him try and come in, he may have a death wish but Draco was too stubborn to allow himself to be murdered.
He sunk further into the bath letting the water go over his head. He stayed like that until he couldn't stand it and then he resurfaced. The vampire had gone off again and Draco sighed in relief. He wasn't up for a fight at this moment. Missing sunset put him in a terrible mood and so did nightmares about Harry. Nearly an hour past before he was able to pull himself from the large tub. He dried himself off quickly and dressed in an overlarge t-shirt and some shorts. He didn't really feel like much would be achieved by trying to fall asleep. He put on some sandals and went outside again, perhaps a walk on the beach would clear his head. It was one of those warm nights the kind that he wished would never end, Brazil was famous for nights like these.
He stuck to the shore keeping his head down and thinking over safety drills and bike maintenance in an endless rotation to keep his thoughts under control. He hand't been out for more then ten minutes when he realized that the vampire was following him. He kept walking if the vampire was going to make a move he could do so, until then Draco would continue to ignore him. Harry had given him the gift of fearlessness, he was ready for death at any moment, but his pride would always keep him fighting. Always check the clutch before riding, make sure the chain is intact, run a full
"Hello."
Hello was original coming from this creature, Draco would admit that. He kept walking and the creature had the audacity to match his speed to Draco's and walk right beside him. His eyes seemed to be going to his right despite his best efforts to continue looking forward. He got a split second glimpse of tousled hair before he made himself look away. The hair was to light to be Harry's hair but the style was something similar. The creature was tall possibly taller then him. Draco growled and the vampire chuckled a bit.
"You've been bothering me all evening what do you want!"
He was met with silence and he spun around and took off for home at an all out run. He wasn't running from the vampire, he just wanted to go inside thats what he told himself, but he was nearly tripping over his own feet in his desperation to get away. The vampire caught up with him easily and Draco came to a sudden stop, not be outdone the vampire made a simple movement and was standing in front of him. Draco looked away at once.
"Look if you want to kill me it's not going to be easy."
There was another chuckle and the vampire shifted into Draco's line of sight, he saw him again for a split second, a straight nose large red eyes, a nice jaw line.
"I may kill you, I haven't decided yet, but you seem to interesting right now, good night, Draco."
He was gone, Draco didn't need to look around to know that. He let out a suppressed scream of frustration and made his way home at a sedate pace. He would work on strengthening his wards tonight. He stood outside nearly until sunrise weaving the most powerful protection spells he could think of into his wards. When he was finished he went inside, determined not to fall asleep. He would only have nightmares today, he was certain of that.
His eyes fell on several books but he ignored them, he liked reading but it wasn't the sort of thing that would keep him awake. He had been meaning to make some changes to his basement, so he went down to do that. He still had an avid interest in potions courtesy of his late godfather.
There had been new potions Severus had been busy developing at the time of his death and he had left his research to Draco with the request that he finish it if he could. Draco had a half baked potions lab in his basement that needed some refining. As it was now it seemed more like some kind of torture chamber. Hedwig startled him as soon as he opened the basement door. She was perched on a table and her large amber eyes bored into him with a look that always unnerved him. He felt the bird was always assessing him, but he didn't know what for.
"So what is all this?"
Draco jumped a foot in the air and turned around to come face to face with the vampire, his shock forced him to really examine the creature this time. He was handsome very much so and he was smiling in a way that looked entirely to wholesome. Hedwig screeched but did nothing else. Draco attempted to look unafraid but he had the distinct impression that he had somehow failed in that, the vampire looked entirely too smug.
"It is supposed to be a potions lab."
He nodded and ran his hand along one of the low tables taking a few steps away from Draco.
"Is that what you mortals call it these days? 'potions'?, used to just be called dope in my time."
Draco grit his teeth, why did this thing have to insist on taunting him. He closed his eyes and aparated out the room only to come face or face with the vampire on the second floor.
"What are you?"
"Excuse me!"
Draco threw his hands up in frustration. Was this demon actually asking him what he was. He had nerve that much was clear. If it wouldn't have broken every bone in his hand Draco would have punched him in the face, right in his stupid perfect nose!
"Well you seem to know what I am, most mortals do not, you have an owl, your house is covered by some weird energy and I watched you shoot light out of a stick for the better part of the night, so what are you?"
Draco blanched this vampire had just waltzed through his wards and he hand't even noticed. The vampire started walking from side to side a more predatory walk then he seen up until this point. Every few moments he would pass an open window and fill the room with sparkling rainbows.
"Aren't you supposed to burst into flame?"
The vampire paused once again caught in the sunlight, half his face sparkled the other half didn't it was an oddly beautiful effect.
"I'm not sure, I've never burst into flame before, there are some that do, but they seem to be able to control it with age, and they have magic to, like you. Draco, I have been watching you since you got here, and for two years you have done nothing but gamble with your life."
The vampire paused and looked him right in the eye for an uncomfortable amount of time.
"Draco, I want to give you a choice."
Hedwig screeched again in the back round but she seemed to know there was nothing to be gained from attacking the vampire.
"You're going to kill me no matter what. Why are you playing games with me?"
The vampire nodded but Draco was left to wonder just what the vampire was agreeing to. Did that nod mean yes I am going to kill you, or yes I am playing games with you.
"I may still just kill you and be done with it, but I want a companion and you my friend are an excellent candidate. The decision lies with you, refuse me and die now, or become my companion and take your chances."
"That isn't much of a choice, and you're forgetting that I can kill you as well."
The vampire smirked at him and leaned casually against the door which was the only way out of the room.
"Oh I don't think you will kill me, if you wanted to you would have done it already."
"Same with you demon, why I am sill here?"
The vampire stood up straight took a few steps forward and reached out to move a strand of hair behind Draco's ear. His fingers were freezing and the cold touch caused Draco to shiver.
"I already told you, I'll come back in the evening, until then Draco."
He moved too quickly for Draco to see and then he was alone in his kitchen shaken to his core. He did not want to be the companion of a demon. A muggle demon at that, sparkling in the sun! What the hell was that? It was fruity that what it was, oh I'm so big and bad I make pretty colors. Draco had quickly psyched himself up almost to the point were he could convince himself that the vampire had not even come at all. The rude creature had not even offered his name, not that Draco cared. There was a loud crash and a screech and then Hedwig fled the room. Draco had been a little to vigorous in his wand movement and as a result the table that the vampire had been caressing had exploded instead of levitating as he had intended.
Draco cursed loudly for several minutes. When he was finished he was panting. He sighed and vanished the remains of what had once been very good potions equipment. He was too tired, his eyes were dry and stinging in the corners and his body was starting to hum and vibrate softly with exhaustion. It was no use he was too old to manage twenty four hours with out sleep. He made his way up to his room and fell into bed. Harry kept bleeding and dying all through out his dreams and he woke up screaming.
"That's really loud you know."
"GET OUT!"
Draco threw a pillow at the vampire which he knew was pathetic but it was the only thing in reach.
"Good evening to you as well. Your owl tried to peck my eyes out."
"Good."
Draco flopped back down in bed, Hedwig was brave he was proud of her. He sat up again quickly and stared at the vampire in alarm.
"What did you do to her?"
"Nothing I don't want you mad at me I'm trying to woo you after all."
Fat chance of that. He would have to be dumber then Longbottom to allow himself to be wooed by a demon. He tired a simple banishing spell but of course the demon just smiled at him like he knew what he had done. A second later Draco felt his eyes widen in surprise the demon pulled out a pure silver amulet filled to the brim with glinting unicorn blood. He was immune to all spells which explained how he had passed through his wards and avoided the banishing.
"What's your name?"
The smile he received in response to his question was nothing short of supremely triumphant.
"Edward Cullen."
He said his last name strangely like he was mad at it. Draco sat up again and got up this time. He made his way to the washroom and felt Edward's ghost steps behind him. He turned around to glare at the smirking vampire.
"I have to take a piss, are you going to watch me or something?"
Edward's full lips simply stretched into a smile as he seemingly made himself comfortable without moving at all. Draco fought his blush down with effort and turned his back on the stupid jerk. As pathetic as it sounded the truth was this was the closet Draco had come to anything even remotely sexual since he was eighteen years old.
"You're sick you know."
There was no response and Draco went about his business keeping his eyes on the wall the entire time.
"Who gave you that amulet?"
Cold hands encircled his waist and Draco froze. He was pulled back against Edward's chest. One cold hand snaked up under his shirt to play with his nipples and the other wrapped loosely around his suddenly very interested member.
"C-cullen, what the hell do you think you're do-mhmm!"
He felt the vibrations of Edward's deep chuckle through his back and it seemed the vibrations traveled straight to his groin bringing him to even more heightened and slightly painful awareness. The hand gripped lightly and began a slow stroke upwards. Against his will his eyes slid shut and he leaned his head back. It didn't take very long for him to climax. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and felt his body give way to one violent jerk and then another. He was turned around swiftly and kissed deeply. He could feel Edward drawing out the small amount of the blood that was in the wounds on his lips, then he was alone. Draco's legs gave out and he collapsed onto the toilet seat wondering what in the world had just happened.
Authors Note: REVIEW! Here is another one of my ideas for Twilight/Potter fics. As always the world of Harry Potter and Twilight do not belong to me. Let me know what you think I feed off your opinions like blood!