DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), adult topics and violence
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
This has not yet been Beta'd.
A/N: AU! This is set before the great battle. The incident with the tower did happen, yet it was not Snape that killed Dumbledore, but Bellatrix, so he is still allowed in the order. Draco and Snape stay in Grimmauld place as Sanctuary and have effectively switched sides. Of course, the dark lord does not know where they are, nor does he know Snape is a spy. He does, however, know that Draco failed in his task and is missing since.
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Creatures of the Night
Chapter 4: DRACO- Trapped
It was no use. He was trapped. He had woken up in a dark room, torches had adorned the room, casting most of it in shadow apart from the sparsely lit and flickering of a few select patches of wall. He had immediately gone for his wand, only to find out it was gone, thus currently found himself hammering against the walls, shouting to be released. It wasn't helping.
Either he was being ignored, or no one was there.
He was now on the floor, feeling around for what could be helped to produce more light, or at least break the torch from the bracket it was on so he could find a door. He had bumped into a bed at some point during his search, but made no move to check under or above it, who knew what his captives hid under there. On hands and knees across what felt like wood he searched, until he got to an area where it felt sticky, wet.
He grimaced, yet kept searching through the wetness, the possibility that something was here was too high to risk being spoilt, even though he wanted nothing more than to stand up and grimace.
Something hard, squelchy, his hands withdrew instantly at this point, taking in a deep breath to add the needed Malfoy composure before his hands went to the floor once more. Something that felt soft, like fabric. He ripped it with force, hoping to get a good amount to tie around the torch when he found it, it would make the flame bigger.
Standing back up, he made his way to the closest torch and carefully wrapped the cloth around it, making sure the cloth caught alight instead of smothering it out. He quickly let go as the flame threatened to burn his fingers. The room was instantly alight with new vigor, yet it was still not enough to see the entirety of the room. Looking down at his own shirt, he removed it and went to a torch on the opposite wall, hoping to have a bigger expanse of light. Doing the same as the previous torch, the whole room was (although not brightly) visible, ceiling, walls, floors and all.
The Malfoy mask instantly slammed into place as he turned around. What lay before him was a room full of chunky red in every corner he could see. Red on the floor, red on the walls, red on his trousers and his hands, even splotches on his face where his hands had wiped hair from his face. Had that mask not been firmly in place, he would have gagged.
The hard thing he had come across, had been a body, its head raggedly ripped off, the shirt it had worn ripped where Draco had removed it. A total of five bodies he counted, and for a brief second he was happy he had skipped the bed as one was sprawled face down on its bed sheets.
In a brief glint of recognition, he could see that it was holding tightly onto a wand. Hesitating only a brief second, his hands instantly made to grab the wand, wrenching it from that deathly grip, only to realise that it was indeed his own wand he was holding onto.
Its familiar contours and lines and weight was comforting and made him feel safe to some degree.
The door was simple, innocent looking, but he didn't trust it. If he were holding someone hostage, he would have cursed it many times over. So, he performed every counter curse he knew, followed by 'Alohomora' and a quick 'Deprimo'. He stood away from the door, almost waiting with baited breath for something to run into the room and attack him. When no one did, he tentatively moved forwards till he was almost at the door, then as an afterthought, cast 'Aguamenti' out the door.
He made his move then, looking left and right, casting 'Lumos' as he was confronted with darkness once more. He made a dash for it, only stopping when he thought he heard a sound, flattening himself against the wall with a 'Nox'.
What he hadn't expected to find upon performing 'Lumos' once more, was the sight of someone now in front of him, grinning widely.
"You exceeded our expectations, young one." Draco growled and was already chanting a spell when a hand was instantly moved over his mouth, a hand clutching his hand so tightly that he had to let go of the wand. All in a matter of a mere second.
"But you still have much to learn."
"Let go of me." Draco growled angrily, twisting his wrist slightly as it was released.
"Please, follow me. You know what could happen if you run, don't you?" Draco clenched his teeth, but nodded all the same. If his thoughts were correct, then he didn't want to miss around with this race unless he really had an escape plan.
He was led down one twisting hall after another, he was sure it was designed like a maze, at least that is the dim effect he got of what he could see. The door they had stopped at, he instantly recognized as something special. It was full of ancient runes, thus heavily protected. Not one area of wooden space left unwritten with them. He was ushered inside, the door closed behind him. He blinked owlishly at the dark red and gold that littered the room in an elegant fashion. This was what he supposed Godric Gryffindors room would have looked like.
"You find it to your liking?" Came a husky voice, startling him.
In front of him, stood an incredibly tall man, his head a dark red to match the room, it also made his pale skin all the more pale.
"Yes." Draco muttered softly, for it was, there was no point in arguing for the sake of it.
"It is yours, after all." Draco turned to glance at this new mysterious man with a raised eyebrow.
"What makes you think I'm staying? Even if it's for a room like this?" The man grinned mischievously.
"Because, like you, everything in this room, is mine." Draco frowned at the red-heads wide smile.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You see, I have a problem. One I have chosen you to help remedy. But I will tell you about that after you get comfortable. I'm sure you would rather prefer to wear something different than all that blood you're now sporting?" Draco licked his lip nervously.
"If you're offering, then I will kindly accept." As if having expected this answer, the man procured a few folded items from on top of the bed and gave it to the blonde before motioning from him to enter the bathroom.
"Don't worry, I'll wait outside." Draco quickly moved past him and into the room. He instantly dropped the clothes and locked the door with as many spells as he knew.
Looking around, the room was a cream and light brown colour. It painted a comfy picture. He also instantly spotted a bath. If he was going to be a hostage, he would be a clean one. He smirked as it sounded like something his mother would have said. He filled it with water and bubble bath he had found on the side.
He was becoming suspicious, however. Looking about the bathroom, he found it to be filled with products he had used when at home. Did that mean he knew this man from somewhere, or had he been in his house? In his private bathroom none the less. He tried not to linger on that fact too much.
Instead his mind filled with much different thoughts. How had the war gone? Who had won? Were the younger children OK? Was Voldemort dead? Was Harry still alive? Were they still fighting? Did they need him? They were racing around his head so much he thought he would become dizzy.
He cleaned all the grit and grime from war off his flawless skin and washed his hair, pieces of twig falling from it as he washed. He grimaced at how much dirt had seemed to accumulate on him.
He dried himself, and wrapped the fluffy cream towel around his waist and performed his own invented hair drying spell as he leaned down to properly look at what had been handed to him.
There was a dark red corset with ingrained gold filigree and lace, a pair of red fingerless gloves, tight black trousers and red boots with a high heel that came to his knees. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to mean.
He stood for what seemed like ages, staring at the door with butterflies in his stomach. He had never dressed like this in front of anyone before, he had been tempted, but never had, always saying he'd find that someone special to dress like this for first before doing so. He was nervous about the way he looked!
He shook his head quickly, no, that wasn't what he was supposed to be anxious about, not at a time like this! It was the stranger on the other side of the door! For a second, he thought about staying in the bathroom until it was knocked down in worry of him having escaped, but then the fear kicked in.
In all his life he had only truly ever been frightened of one thing, not even Voldemort had scared him as much. They were a living race, one which had unfortunately decided to pick him up for the ride. He supposed they were fine when in a normal state, but if he ran, he would possibly get angry, hungry.
With a heavy breath and another lick to his lips, he opened the door, to find the red-head sitting relaxed on the bed, expectantly turned to the bed. He hummed as he saw the blonde before him and gave an approving nod.
"It suits you."
"It's rather feminine, isn't it?" He said curiously.
"Hhmm, you like it. I can tell. You're standing in a way that says you feel beautiful in those clothes. More assured."
"Do I?" he glanced down at himself, and blinked slightly as he did feel rather comfortable in the outfit. "But...why am I dressed like this?"
"You needed new clothes, did you not?" Draco frowned at the man, not completely having answered his question.
"Why dark red? You seem to like this colour." His glance directed to the room and then back to the seated man, whom merely chuckled at the blonde in a knowing way.
"Burgundy, you mean? It's the colour of the Royal house." Brown eyes flickered in amusement as Draco shifted slightly in discomfort.
"The Royal house? This is..."
"The newly appointed Kings room."
"And you are..." Draco was fearing the answer.
"Dontanian Viridane, King, or leader if you prefer, of the vampires."
And there it was, the answer he had feared. He was in the presence of the King, which meant he was by far the strongest among them. But also... a vampire. The one thing he didn't want to get on the angry side of.
It was no use. He was trapped.