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You Bloody Stupid Bastard
Chapter 1: You're going to die, Potter.
AN: A test story. I though it would be a fun little thing to write while I was brainstorming other fics. It's quick and fun to write, so here it is.
He won't leave. He won't get the fuck out of my room!
"You said you had a message for me, from Snape, was it?"
Potter nods slowly. He's still looking around the walls of the tower, glancing out the barred windows and tracing the carpet with his foot. Maybe he's never been in my house, but he needs to leave, right bloody now!
"Was it hard? Moving out of your old home? This place is so different."
You prat. You prick. You wanker! Get out of here!
"It's been five years, and when your entire family is psychotic, it's not hard, believe me."
"I guess I will, on that."
"Ah! This is way beyond the point, Potter! You said you had a message from the blazing hero brigade. Great. Give it to me and then leave me the fuck alone!"
The sun just sank past the window and I can feel a twitch in my jaw. He looks at me, his eyes filled with more questions. Shit.
"What's wrong? You've been on edge since I got here." He walks forward instead of away, looking concerned. "Is this about…"
"This is about absolutely nothing!" Panic is beginning to set in, my hands grip the chair so hard I can hear the wood creaking under the fabric. "What. Is. The. Message. Potter."
He sighs, stopping halfway across the room. The triad of candles on the wall flare into life. I don't think there is even a minute left of time.
"Severus says to tell you he checked, and today is sixty. It seemed important that you get this message, I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. This isn't a safe neighbourhood for me so I…"
I believe my ears have shut down. Oh hell and damnation. Today was sixty. I rise from my chair so fast it makes Potter jump. I grab a hold of his arms, barely remembering to rein in my strength as I push him towards the door.
"What? What is it?" He's fighting against me.
"You have to get out of here, now!" I shout at him.
He digs into the floor with his feet. "I won't. Not until you tell me what's going on."
We're barely a foot away from the heavy-set door, but fool that I am, I stop pushing enough to bring us to a halt. "Listen, you fucking idiot, do you want to die?"
His expression tells me he fears the worst. "What do mean?" He asks quietly.
"If you don't leave my room in the next twenty seconds, you're going to die, Potter." If my intuition is playing me false, it might be less…
He's angry now. A grown man now and he still has mood swings. "What, are you going to kill me?"
"Yes, I am." Get out get out get out wanker get out! "Thirteen seconds, Potter."
He blinks in disbelief. "I though you didn't want me dead."
11…
Shit
"I don't."
8…
Fuck it.
7…
"Why then?"
5…
"Harry, please…" I don't know which is more shocking: using his first name or begging.
3…
Damn. He doesn't know it, but he's using will magic. I can't move him until he wants to move.
2…
"Talk to me." He asks, like it's all that simple.
1…
"You damn stubborn fool!" I yell in his face. I turn away from him and storm back to my desk. In my blind anger I decide to sit on my desk and cross my legs in my familiar way. Bollocks… chairs are for calm people.
He opens his mouth but says nothing. He doesn't understand. There was no tell-tale click, there never will be, but that doesn't change the fact that we're now locked in this room.
"You're dead, Potter. You're fucking dead and it's your own fault."
"What happened to 'Harry'?" Is all his dumb-founded mind can come up with as a response.
"Yes, him too. He's only got a few hours left to live."
He takes a step closer and I feel my entire system lurch. "Don't come towards me! Stay on that side of the room!"
Again, he doesn't listen. He walks forward.
His mouth forms the word 'why' but I can't hear anything.
My system has been triggered. It's a sensory overload.
My vision becomes complete as my eyes see through the shadows. My hearing returns and I can hear the gentle chime of the silence. I can feel the night against my fingertips. I take a breath and I can smell everything, including the blood in dancing through the chambers of his heart. With the habitual sting, my fangs push their way through my gums.
Some of the transformation is visible to my new companion. He will see the flare in my eyes, the veins in my face and the dangerous feeling trained into every wizard. He will know what it means.
"Oh my… Draco…" His heart speeds up. He's only halfway across the circular room, but he won't come closer, not now.
I gasp at the feeling of his racing blood. It's been sixty days, too long. When my mouth opens I can already taste the skin of his taught neck.
"You're dead, Harry... very soon, anyway." I jump down from the desk to lean against it.
"I…" Oh sure, he's backing away now. Of course he wants to leave now. "I…"
I can't help it; a tear finds its way to my face. I brush it away, disgusted with my tears, with Harry, with everything.
Everything, except the one thing that my body is shrieking at me to take.
"You bloody stupid bastard!"
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