Rain dripped down his slender figure. Somehow, he was still warm. Looking into the house he could see her coat lying on the chair. Sighing, he began to walk away from the house. The rain wasn't depressing him, but what was, was his life…which was a sham. He slowly made his way up the street and to his little apartment. It was small, but cozy. Taking off his wet jacket, he sank down in the big armchair in front of the fire.
There were letters lying on the window sill, but he ignored them. He just wanted to forget who he was, and everything that was going on. He was supposed to be dead, but yet he still was alive, lying in his shitty apartment alone. School had been closed on obvious reasons, and he had been put into hiding by his mother. He was alone. Pansy couldn't help him; neither could Blaise, Vincent or Greg.
The heroic idiot had gone off looking for the seven Horcruxes. He knew of none of them. The information had been kept from him. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Slowly rising from his chair, and answered it. A short woman with long black hair stood in the doorway.
"May I help you?" He asked, leaning on the door frame.
"Yes…" She looked up at him, and bared her vampire fangs. Before being able to react, she had bit him, and slashed his face with her long, sharp nails. Slamming his head into the wall, everything turned black.
"Harry, we have to get going!" Ginny called up the stairs. Harry came down in his black suite and yellow flower in his pocket.
"Alright. Does Bill need any help?" Harry asked her, before being joined by Ron.
"No, Fred and George are going to make sure he gets down the isle okay. This is really hard for him…." She looked away blinking back the tears. It was still tragic to the whole Weasley family to know that Bill would never be the same.
"He shouldn't feel like that. The wounds healed pretty good, considering, and with the medicine Lupin got for him, everything will be fine." Harry restrained himself from hugging her. He knew he had to stop caring so much, but it was very difficult. Hermione came down the stairs in a yellow gown. She and Ginny both had a band of pink flowers in their hair. Ron followed her, and she took his arm. A camera flashed, and Mrs.Weasley ran over to gush over the two of them. After the funeral Ron and Hermione had come to terms with their feelings, but made sure it would not get in the way of them helping Harry.
Harry couldn't help but be a bit bitter towards them. Yes he was happy, but at the same time wished to have those kinds of feelings with another person.
"We better get going before Fleur has one of her tantrums again…." Hermione gave Harry a little smile. He knew she was trying to keep him happy, which was a difficult thing to do now a days. Walking out to the Weasley's garden, they found the family all sitting in their chairs waiting for the wedding to begin. The two girls went to the one side of the house, the boys to the other, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stayed where they were. As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Delacour joined them, they walked down the isle, beginning the wedding. The band began playing a light violin tune, that Harry recognized the tune, strangely. It was a very hopeful tune, and he could remember the words having a very real, clean cut, meaning. He would ask Hermione later. Bill stood in front of him and Ron. Leaning over to Fred, who was on his right, he whispered, "I don't know if I can do this."
"Of course you can, you're Bill Weasley!" Fred patted him on the back. Bill straightened up as they saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sit down.
"You're right; I'm going to do this." He said firmly. George and Fred smiled at each other, and they followed Bill down the isle. He walked a bit differently now. He didn't have his suave, comfortable swagger, but a bit of a pained limp. The men all stood at the end of the isle, where a white wedding arch was. A tall man with graying golden hair, stood with his hands folded.
Gabrielle came down the isle throwing yellow and pink flower petals. Then Hermione, Ginny, and several girls who Harry had remembered going to Beauxbatons. Finally Fleur, who was a vision of beauty, came down the isle on her fathers arm. Her father looked cross, as he had agreed with Mrs. Weasley that the two lovebirds were rushing into things. Fleur didn't seem to look like him at all actually. He was a short, and had dark brown hair. His nose was very long, and a bit crooked. His eyes were small, and hidden behind large spectacles. Harry guessed the man had become bitter when learning that Bill, the man with the earring and ponytail, would be his precious little flower's husband.
Standing under the arch, all eyes were upon the two of them. The golden haired man, smiled at the two of them, and looked out onto the rest of the family.
"Today, we are here, to bond these two souls, in blessed matrimony….." Harry watched as the man addressed Bill, and he slipped the ring on Fleur's finger. She just gave him a watery smile, and then said her vows…in very broken, sobbing, English.
"I do!" She laughed, and slipped the ring on his finger.
"I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Billius Weasley, you may now kiss the bride." Everyone clapped, as Fleur and Bill made there way unsteadily down the isle. Harry, Hermione and Ron slowly walked behind them, all with smiles on their faces.
"It was a lovely service." Hermione laughed quietly, as they entered the house. It was ridiculously loud in there. Running up to Ron's room the three of them let out a deep breath, and found seats amongst the room.
"There's the Daily Prophet." Ron got up and went to the window.
Pansy Parkinson walked slowly up the stairs. She wasn't even supposed to be there, especially after the fight they had. She just had this feeling. This bad, stomach turning feeling. She rounded a corner, and screamed.
He lay in a pool of blood. Was he dead? She leaned down, and saw he was breathing.
"Draco, what happened?" She whispered to him. He wasn't conscious, "I'll be right back." She whispered. Quickly she apparated. Landing in a field, she looked desperately at her surroundings.
"Greg?" She cried hoarsely.
"Pansy, what's wrong?" Greg Goyle came running out of his house, which stood towards the end of the field, and close to a forest. Blaise Zambini came running out of the house after him.
"They've done something to Draco-I found him-and the blood-and—" she broke off sobbing into his shoulder.
"Alright, let's go then." The three of them apparated, landing right in front of Draco.
"What the hell…." Blaise bent down, to look him over. Turning Draco's head, he saw two puncture holes on his neck, "He was attacked by a vampire." Blaise and Greg hauled him up by his arms, and apparated with him to St. Mungos. Pansy ran up to the front desk, tears still squeezing out of her eyes.
"I need a Healer. My friend's been bitten by a vampire." She nearly yelled this at the receptionist. The woman, just nodded, and waved her hand to a Healer. He walked over, and levitated Draco's body to a room.
"I'll need you to fill this out." She said in a bored tone. Handing her a clipboard with a paper and pen, she went back to doing her filing work. Pansy sat down next to Blaise, and pushed her stringy black hair out of her face.
"Um, let's see, Draco isn't allergic to anything—"
"Cats, they make him sneeze." Blaise pointed out to her. She nodded slowly, and wrote it down.
"Right, relation-relationship stat-status—"
"Aw, Pansy. Don't worry about it, what the hell kind of question is that anyway?" Blaise said in a warm voice. He knew that Pansy wasn't going to able to finish filling out the form.
"Uh…I can't do this!" She cried, and handed him the clipboard. Greg sat next to her, and put an arm gently around her small shoulders.
"We'll get through this. There's Vincent." He rubbed her shoulders, and waved Vincent over to them.
"Is he alright?" He asked stiffly.
"We just brought him…." Pansy murmured, rubbing her eyes. When she looked up another person was standing in front of her. Narcissa. Her eyes were narrowed in anger.
"What were you thinking Pansy?" She hissed.
"I didn't know—"
"I told you two, after eight is when they are out, but do either of you listen? How could you kick him out? Why don't you ever think?!" She screamed.
"I did think!" Pansy screamed back, "I thought about what's best for me, for once in the past months! Just because," She paused, "Because he can't be out, doesn't mean he can yell at me!" Her deep blue eyes looked away from Narcissa.
"I'm not going to get into this with you two! If you have a fight, then just stop talking; don't leave my baby out in the rain for the vampires to—"
"You're baby?! Narcissa he is eighteen!"
"No matter what you say, he is still my son, and if you ever hurt him I swear—"
"If I ever hurt him?! Don't you think you hurt him enough when you sold his soul to Vo—" Narcissa smacked her across the face.
"Shut up Parkinson. He never loved you anyway." Narcissa stood up straight, and glared at her.
"I never asked for love, Narcissa. We just don't work. So don't worry, I won't corrupt you 'baby'." She hissed. She got up, and walked away from all of them. Finally the Healer came out, and brought them into the hospital room. Draco lay in a bed with his eyes half open. There was another bed, with a blonde girl reading in it. She was very beautiful, and looked to be about their age.
"He should be okay. Right now he is in the stages of being a vampire. We don't think he will become a full vampire, he can still go out in day, but anger can cause the vampire disease in his blood to erupt. The stages are very painful, and they go on for about a year. After that he just has to be careful of any serious anger outburst." The Healer explained, and left them to see him. His blonde hair lay limp around his face. He was pale and a bit sickly looking. Narcissa walked slowly over to the bed, and put a hand on his face.
"He looks so beautiful." She choked, and held a handkerchief to her face. She turned around, and breathed in slowly, "I must go." She walked quickly out of the room.
"Draco? Can you hear us?" Pansy walked over to the bed, and took his hand. He didn't stir.
"C'mon Draco, wake up." Blaise walked to the other side of the bed.
"Draco, please?" Pansy put his hand on her cheek, and cried. He opened his eyes slowly, and stared at her.
"Don't cry." He whispered hoarsely. She gave a watery laugh, and pushed the hair out of his eyes.
"You scared us." She murmured.
"What happened?" Trying to sit up, he winced.
"You were bitten by a vampire." She whispered.
"Oh, that's why I feel like shit." He threw his head back and laughed.
"We'll be outside." Blaise patted her on the shoulder, and shuffled the other two out.
"This is my fault entirely!" She got up and turned away from him.
"My mother was his here, wasn't she?" She could tell he was smirking, by the tone of his voice.
"Yeah, but she was right. How could I throw you out? How-how could I—"
"It's not your fault Pansy. We had a fight, I expected you to throw me out. That's what normal couples do when they fight." He laughed.
"Oh so now we're a couple?" Her voice was cold, yet confused.
"We were Pansy. Last night I believe we ended it?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Correct." Her voice was cracking.
"Alright then." He said, in agreeable tone. She shrugged, and looked around the room.
"I guess I'll be off…." She frowned a little, and gave him a hug. When she tried to pull away, he kept her close.
"Still friends?" He whispered.
"Always."