You Bloody Stupid Bastard
Chapter 3: Don't excite me.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter books, but you know… I don't own a lot of things… the world is safer that way.
AN: Woohoo! I'm back. Been reading The Picture of Dorien Gray. (Please note that Oscar Wilde writes the best hidden slash ever.) Yay, I love it. Also, I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was great! I have this unexplainable impulse to go and see it, like, 70 more times. One week till I go on a 17 hr. train ride! Yay. Oh right, you don't care, well… here you are then:
"So why you?"
Harry looks up at me in confusion from across the room. "What?"
I've moved to a place on the floor, close to the cool stones, but we've been keeping at a healthy distance for about thirty minutes now. Harry is sitting under the window so I can watch the progress of the moon behind him.
"Why were you sent to give me a message? Everyone and their owl knew we had, um, split up."
Harry shrugs his shoulders. "Severus told me to go. But… it's been a long time Draco, isn't it in the past?" From the look on his face, I can tell he really wants this.
"Yes." That ruddy friggin' bastard! He sent him here on purpose! The next time I see Snape I'm gonna take that wand of his and fucking jam it- oh, right. I'm never going to see him again. Damn. Death is a bitch.
"Draco?" Bloody buggering hell! Does he have to keep reminding of his presence? I'm already feeling so weak… haven't had a good feed in sixty days… ugh, focus.
"Mm?"
"Why can't you just drink my blood and make me a vampire? It'd be interesting, being a vampire. You didn't die when someone drank your blood."
Oh no. I lean my head back against the wall and grit my teeth behind my lips. Don't give me ideas, Potter. "Unnn… it doesn't work that way. It's another bl- blood thing. Some families have the turning gene and some don't. Potters aren't known for their vampires. Chances are I'd kill you."
"So Malfoys are known for their vampires?" He says jokingly.
"Yes, actually."
"Oh."
…
I've got my eyes closed. I haven't opened them for about fifteen minutes. We've been sitting in silence, trying to keep me sane. But…
But it's all I can think about. Blood. Red and slick. Siphoning from that smooth, pale neck. Tasting that little hint of skin underneath the flow of blood. I already know what that neck tastes like, which makes it worse.
But no! Always no. The truth is… the truth that he doesn't need to know… is that I'd rather starve to death than feed of his lifeblood. And so I will.
"DRACO!"
"Gah!" He's right next to me and I never sensed him move! If I weren't feeling so sluggish I would have jumped about a mile into the air.
"Hello? Earth to Draco, come in Draco, this is the other person that happens to be stuck in this room… trying to communicate!" He's angry. Merlin only knows how long he's been trying to get my attention…
Mmmm, I can feel the anger. It's warm and fresh and making his blood boil.
"Potter…" I'm panting… not good. I'm far too turned on for my own good, but he's right next to me and so warm… "get…uh…"
I can't even form the fucking words! This is pathetic!
But he's responding to my manner, not words. His face warms up a little as he leans closer. He rests one hand on my neck and lets the other fall onto my chest. It's almost like… like he's trying to make sure it's the same body he used to hold. Checking for all the sensitive spots he's familiar with.
Ohhh, ahhh, fucking bugger. I can smell a new dimension to his blood. A taste even more delectable than anger. Passion, longing and something else…
He's watching me as moves closer, almost like he's not sure if I want him to.
Oh, but I do. I want him to come closer. To let me kiss his lips, to let my mouth slip past his jaw, to let my teeth break through the skin that hides his jugular from me.
His hand slides down my chest, trailing down my hips… my thigh… "Am I allowed to kiss you Draco?" He asks, smiling coyly. Yes, just a bit closer…
Control! Control! Find your fucking control. No hands sliding where they shouldn't… Think of something else… ANYTHING. His lips find mine, and bring that damn clever tongue along with them… Harry. Only thing in my brain, nothing else to think of but him. Sliding devil warming my icy mouth…
Oh, you'll be the death of me, Potter. Not if you're the death of him first, you bloody stupid bastard! No.
Like moving through water, but moving nonetheless, I manage to push him away from me. The separation literally burns my skin. I want so much to pull him back to me, but I know that I can't. I can't give in now.
"What is it?" How he became an intuitive little meddler as a boy, I shall never be able to fathom. When it comes to me, he is always asking questions.
"Harry, you can't keep, er, exciting me like this." He glances down below my waist and grins.
"Don't excite me, indeed. Looks like I can. I've missed our moments."
I hold up my hands in front of him. "No, you fucking moron, no moments! No anger, no tears, and for pity's sake no lust." It was funny to him before, but he can tell I'm serious.
"Why?" He gracefully and almost subtly removes his hands from my body. (Note: one out from underneath my shirt.)
"Because as a vampire, you can't really switch on one lust without, er, turning on the other one as well."
"Really?" Harry raises an eyebrow with stunning dexterity, by the way.
"Erghh" I clap my hands over my eyes to try and erase the extremely pleased and intrigued look on Harry's face as he thinks of the possibilities.
Come on Draco, he's not sexy. No, not the slightest bit. Ravishing equals bad. (And in this case sudden and painful demise.) No ravishing.
"Listen, I suppose you can tell I still, um, care about you and stuff…" how very fucking articulate, Draco "but it might be better for the both of us if you gave me a bit more space."
Thinking about something in his pretty little head, Harry drew his lower lip between his teeth. Bad thoughts Draco, bad thoughts, bad thoughts, oh but they were such good ideas…
"Hhhharry." Raspy. I am weak weak weak.
"Yeah?" He's tugging at a slightly chapped bit on his lip.
"If you draw your own blood on those lips, so help me… ugh, 'cause there will be no one to help you."
"Oh. Uh, point taken." He stops and edges away to put a few feet between us. "I'm sorry I'm making this sorry so hard for you Draco." And he really looks it, too.
"That's alright. At least it's one interesting way to…" die, way to remind yourself and nearly slip… AGAIN! "uh, spend the night."
"You take your captivity so well."
"Huh." Sarcastic dickhead. I would've already killed you, if I didn't love you.
AN: Da de da de da daaaaaah! Finished! How was that? Good? Bad? Roasted till golden brown? Over easy? Let me know!
Better yet, let me know and I'll post the next instalment:
Chapter 4: There's something you're not telling me.
Now I really must dash,
Tah.
