Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter. Just borrowing some characters! This will be slash. HP/DM
I'm just experimenting with some Slash, Smut, and Vampires! Hope you enjoy.
"You're leaving," Harry said flatly. His green eye's blazing underneath his glasses and his arm's crossed defiantly over his chest. "You're leaving me because you want to protect me?"
Harry's blonde lover was sitting down on their couch, his head resting on his hand's.
"Yes, love! Do you know how many people don't like us being together? Don't you remember what happened last week? That curse barely missed you, Harry! It was probably meant for me anyway," Draco murmured quietly, his voice cracking towards the end of his sentence.
"That's bullshit, Drake!" Harry suddenly shouted. "I'm the strongest damn wizard alive. I defeated the Dark Lord for God's sake! What makes you think I can't protect myself?"
Draco stood quickly and walked in front of Harry, gripping his hand's tightly in his.
"Harry, you don't understand. I need to leave, it's the only way-"
"Only way what, Draco?" Harry hissed, interrupting Draco and ripping his hand's away from his. "For you to protect me? I don't believe that. Who are you leaving me for?"
Draco's entire body tensed and he backed away from Harry, shaking his head fiercely.
"No one! No-"
"Don't lie to me. If you're going to leave, at least do it with some dignity."
"I can't tell you, Harry," Draco confessed quietly, his voice wavering when he saw Harry's betrayed expression. "They'll hurt you. Just let me go."
Harry shook his head and walked towards Draco, wrapping his arm's around the thin frame.
"I can't do that, love."
Draco took a deep breath before wrapping his arm's around Harry's neck, breathing in the woodsy scent of him.
"You have to try. For me, Harry."
"No," Harry said quickly. His Gryffindor stubbornness getting ready to make an appearance. "I won't do that, Drake. Just tell me who they are! I could call in favors from-"
"Harry.." Draco said gently, pulling away from the embrace he softly stroked Harry's cheek, giving a sad smile when Harry leaned into his hand. "I need you to promise me you won't look for me."
"Don't make me," Harry whispered, pulling Draco back towards him and burying his head in the blonde, silky hair. "I can't do it. I'm not good at sitting around and doing nothing."
"You need to try though."
Draco pulled away from Harry and almost lost his composure when he saw the big green orbs filling with tears. The strongest person he knew was crumbling in front of him because of him. Draco suddenly tensed as if he had heard something, his gray-eye's flashing with fear before he turned his attention back to Harry.
"I need to go. I love you."
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry gently, fighting back tears of his own when he felt trembling hands tangle in his hair.
"I love you too," Harry whispered roughly against Draco's lips. "Please don't go. Please."
Draco pulled away and shook his head, tears finally spilling over.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry reached his hand up to wipe his eye's off and when he dropped his hand down again, Draco was gone.
Two Years Later
"We have to go, 'Mione," Harry said fondly, rolling his eye's at the fussiness of his friend.
"Okay, okay! I'm just making sure you look nice. It is a party dedicated in your honor."
"Ugh, 'Mione. Don't say that."
Harry fidgeted in front of the mirror, nervously adjusting his crisp black suit with a deep green tie that automatically drew attention to his eye's that were framed with new black iron glasses. Hermione was standing next to him with her bushy hair straightened flat past her shoulder's and a red cocktail dress that reached above her knee's with black high heels.
"Okay, I think you look presentable enough." Hermione finally decided. "You ready to go?"
Harry nodded nervously and glanced at his reflection once more before wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist and apparating them. The party was taking place in the backyard of a mansion where a path was brightly lit by candles. In the middle of the yard was an intricately designed fountain that was spurting water of all different colors.
Passing the fountain, the dining room was set up under a large tent protecting the guests from the humid air. Tables were set all around the room, but in the middle of the tent was a large dance floor crowded with people. A light classical song was floating throughout the room and people's talking filled the air, but when Harry walked in, the entire room turned to him, making him duck his face in embarrassment.
"Harry Potter!" came the booming voice of Wilston Cramer. A heavily stocked man with big blue eyes and a balding head came up and clapped him on the back. "Welcome to my party! Dedicated to you, no less."
Harry nodded stiffly in greeting and glanced at Hermione, watching her eye's flash with disapproval. Wilston Cramer owned several large business in the wizarding world, he was richer than any person ever needed to be, but on top of that he was a vampire.
Harry didn't mind vampires but he minded this particular one. He could never place it, but something always seemed off about Wilston. It might be the way his eye's lingered on Harry a little too long, or how close he always seemed to be, but whatever it was, it always set Harry on edge.
"I'd like you to meet my partner," Wilston said, his eye's trailing up and down Harry's body before meeting his eye's. "His name is Draco Malfoy. I'm sure you've heard of the 'Malfoys'."
Hermione gasped and Harry stiffened, his face become pinched with anger.
"Draco Malfoy? You two are…dating?" Harry said in a clipped voice.
Wilston nodded, he stepped closer to Harry and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"He's quite a looker. He doesn't smell nearly as nice as you though, your scent is…dare I say, intoxicating?"
Harry back away and pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself, he couldn't lose his composure in front of a room of people.
"If you wouldn't mind, sir," Hermione said quietly, looping her arm through Harry's. "We're going to mingle with the crowd a bit. Maybe we could meet your partner later."
Wilston eye's flashed with anger at Hermione, before he plastered on a fake smile and nodded graciously.
"Of course! How rude of me, I never gave you a proper introduction."
Wilston snapped his finger's together and summoned a wine glass, tapping his wand against it, the room turned to him.
"Thank you everyone for coming to my party! The guest of honor has finally arrived, Harry Potter!"
Harry waved sheepishly at the clapping crowd, his eye's darting around the room searching for the familiar blonde head.
"I also have another announcement to make," Wilston said in his booming voice. "I would like everyone to meet my fiancé, Draco Malfoy!"
Harry felt like he had been punched in the gut, Wilston Cramer was getting married to Draco? His Draco? The man who broke his heart over two years ago? Hermione tightened her grip on Harry's arm, forcing him to glance down at her.
"Control yourself, Harry."
A slim young man walked into the tent wearing a fitted black suit, platinum blonde hair framed his pale face, and his deep grey-eye's scanned the room, finally landing on Harry. Harry thought his heart was about to explode through his chest, finally seeing Draco after all this time made the scars on his heart break open again.
"Hello everyone," Draco said in his rich full voice, drawing attention from everyone in the room. "I hope everyone is having a nice time."
Murmurs of agreement were mumbled throughout the crowd before Wilston started speaking again.
"Excellent! Well, back to the party!"
The music started again and the crowd thinned out until it was just the four of them, a tense silence filling the air. Hermione looked ready to spit daggers at Draco, and by the look on her face she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity.
"Harry, this is Draco Malfoy, my fiancé," Wilston stated proudly, draping his arm protectively around the blonde's waist. Draco stuck his hand out and Harry reached out and grasped it, almost gasping at the coldness of it.
"You're a vampire?" Harry chocked out while quickly releasing Draco's hand.
"Why, yes I am. The Great Harry Potter wouldn't have a problem with vampires, would he?" Draco challenged, his voice becoming hard as steel.
Harry pursed his lip's in annoyance before shaking his head.
"No, I don't. I was just," Harry hesitated, looking for the right word, "surprised."
Draco scoffed and Wilston smiled brightly at Harry, his eye's darkening with hunger the longer he stared at him.
"Well, Mr. Potter, it has been nice seeing you again, you three mingle while I go chat with the guests," Wilston said while squeezing Harry's shoulder, his hand lingering longer then necessary.
Hermione watched Wilston leave before she turned towards Draco.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at?"
Draco's eyes stayed locked to Harry's when he replied.
"What do you mean?"
Harry couldn't seem to look away from the grey-eyes, but he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"You're getting married."
Draco nodded, his lip's quirking down in a frown.
"Not by choice.."
Harry didn't realize how much those words could fill him with hope. Trying to control the eagerness of his tone, Harry stepped closer to Draco.
"What do you mean 'not by choice', Dra-Malofy?"
"Now that he has me, he wants you next."
Harry took another step closer, his heart pounding in his chest as his eye's raked over Draco's face.
"What would he want Harry for?" Hermione questioned, a worried tone tinting her voice.
"Another husband, of course. Harry to him, is the dream catch. If he could have him then his collection would be complete."
"Collection? What collection?" Harry demanded, his breath ghosting over Draco's face.
"I'm the first person he's ever turned, and to him, I represent everything that's…evil, he likes to call me his 'Fallen Angel'. I'm your polar opposite."
Harry couldn't help but ask the next question, he needed to know the answer though.
"What would I be to him?"
Draco took a step towards Harry and leaned towards him, his hair tickling his face.
"You would be his saving grace. To him, you are the good in the world. With us by his side...he thinks he could be the next Dark Lord.
Harry shook his head and stepped away, Draco's closeness was clouding his brain. The desire to reach forward and kiss him was overwhelming.
"Meet me tomorrow in our old place at midnight. Do you remember?"
Harry nodded dumbly and watched Draco walk away, his hip's swaying seductively.
"What the hell was that?" Hermione demanded.
"I don't know, but I do know what I'm doing tomorrow."
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