Lust and Vengeance

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When it rains, it pours

It was a bitter and gloomy, as it always had been on the streets of Britain since He Who Must Not Be Named had taken rule. The rain thundered down, obscuring any natural light on the dismal street.

Because when it rains, it pours.

This Wizarding town had decreased in population dramatically since You Know Who had taken over. The place had gradually drifted into a malaise. Everyone felt so helpless, ever since Harry Potter had disappeared, there was little chance of a world not ruled by the dark.

Little did they know that the Boy Who Lived was now hiding underground, below their very township; waiting, plotting.

They would be surprised if they saw the state he was in, his hair long and messier than you can imagine, his eyes greener and portraying a real depth to his soul. Or what was left of it.

Flashback

Harry was at the moment where he felt pure ecstasy, he ran his hands through the other boy's silky blonde hair and sighed heavily...

But something was wrong, the other boy was gasping for breath, though Harry knew this was not normal as the other had great stamina.

He looked into his partner's eyes, they were a frosty blue but they revealed great lust and a yearning desire, though at the same time Harry saw grief and helplessness. He frowned acutely upon seeing such earnest emotion from the boy who had come across as cruel and cold to him for years.

"What's wrong love?"

"Harry-"his voice cracked. Just as he spoke, his teeth appeared to rapidly grow, and they were menacingly sharp. A flutter of panic ran through him in the realisation that he was about to be subjected to the fangs.

There was little he could do, he froze in dubious fear.

End Flashback

He had to depart soon after, he was a spy and he would always have to come and go.

He genuinely promised Harry that he would come back. That was almost a year ago, and he was still waiting for him to return.

During his lonesome days since, it make him wonder if it had ever happened at all, if it was all just a drawn out dream. But then he was soon reminded of how it wasn't by his severe thirst for blood, the essence of life.

A young man trudged through the downpour, his head was down and he was careful to make sure that his trademark blonde hair would not become visible. Not that anyone would see it through this rain. And not that anyone was brave enough to be out on the streets after dark had settled over the town; except for him, because he had to see Harry.

Harry sat in an old armchair in the dimly lit underground room, just letting his mind wander, remembering old times. It was only a knock at the trapdoor that could obtain his attention.

His breath hitched in his throat, that was Draco's knock, he thought. He closed his eyes and waited. He was finally going to see him again and all he could do was kill more time waiting? What was wrong with him? What if Draco left? What if he was so quiet that Draco left, thinking he had moved on or something?

This last thought made him panic; he swiftly stood and opened his eyes. The sight in front of Harry had him mesmerised. There was Draco, his sleek hair shone in the soft candlelight; his eyes glistened as they looked into his. He could tell that he had just had a feed, his complexion full and his lips were red.

"Harry." His voice was a soft whisper, exhaling such passion. His name evoked tears in his eyes, as it reminded him of the night Draco changed him.

"Draco! What took you-"

The rest of the question was lost somewhere between their two sets of lips. The kiss stirred up old memories, the happy ones, like at Hogwarts when they used to sit and talk (amongst other things) by the lake. It was long-lasting, and they finally pulled apart after what seemed like blissful eternity to the couple.

"I-I'm sorry Harry..." said Draco, his hand in his. "I had to gain his trust and work my way closer to him..."

"It's ok," Harry breathed, putting his hand to his ashen cheek.

"I think we can defeat him now, I have it all worked out-"

Harry cut him off and put his hand to his lips, "not now," he whispered. They stared intensely into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss once again.

This time it was even more passionate and loving, as the two closed the gap in between their warm bodies.

The Malfoy slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt as Harry fumbled on the buttons of his cloak.

As they were shedding off their last pieces of clothing, Harry ran his hand down Draco's arm but stopped abruptly when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. The sinister symbol of the Dark Mark, which indicated his so-called loyalty to the Dark Lord, stood out on his white skin more than ever.

They had both paused, as Draco had also noticed, but Harry did not want to make a fuss.

The night, as their dark lives, was then filled with overpowering passion.

AN: Thanks for reading! Please review, I'd like to know what you think, is it alright or is it utter crap? If no one likes it I don't know if I will keep submitting chapters.