Author's Note:

Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Side-Pairings: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnegan (Decreased); More shall be displayed as the fic continues.

Brief Summary: Draco Malfoy is a vampire slayer. His sole purpose in life is to kill as many vampires as he can. Since wizard's blood is poisonous to vampires; he has been rather successful. His most recent hunt has eliminated several of the foul creatures; including their leader... or so he thinks. The vampire house leader, Harry Potter, was somehow able to survive and is now stronger than ever. Harry is now out for revenge. He will stop at nothing to kill the grey eyed wizard that almost destroyed him.

Warnings: M/M sex, in-explicit violence, mild cursing and Wizard bashing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, in all entirety, belongs to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

CHAPTER 5: When hate isn't enough

Stupid, brave little wizard.

Harry stared at his enemy in cold wonder. The infamous slayer was standing right in front of him, with his fists raised and defiance shining about him like diamonds dipped in oil. His clothes, for once, seemed less than perfect. His hair was wet and sticking to his face in a disarray.

He looked… beautiful.

For a few moments, Harry was stunned. Did I just call the bloody wizard beautiful?

Even if it had only been in his mind, Harry was disgusted. He remembered how difficult the road back from ash and bone had been, residing on being almost impossible at times and it was all because of Draco Malfoy, vigilante vampire hunter.

That spurred Harry's anger on and he crossed the kitchen floor in three large strides. Pushing the wizard's chin up, he slammed him against the refrigerator, placing a hand on each side of the blonde's head for good measure, in order to prevent him from escaping.

The room reeked of herbs, smoke and a spiced sweetness. Wizard smells. No doubt he'd been brewing a wicked spell before I had come.

Harry lifted the slayer's surprisingly petite frame with ease, crushing his fingers about the others windpipe. And yet, the man struggled.

Harry smirked, trying not to enjoy himself but he had waited for his revenge long enough to not not feel the victory coursing through his vein.

Malfoy was feisty. His bare feet hit every part of Harry's thighs and even glanced across his groin. However, he felt nothing, so long as he kept his eyes burned onto the wizard's. Grey, they were, like diamonds that had lost their shine.

The blonde slashed at his chest and arms, with fingernails that would have drawn blood had he been wearing anything but leather. And then Malfoy spat on him, hitting him directly on the cheek.

He stopped struggling then. Harry supported the wizard's weight as the man went completely limp, waiting for something. Something that wouldn't happen again.

Harry couldn't help the wide smirk from crossing his face as wide, enraged eyes took in his reaction. Or rather, his non-reaction.

"That's right, wizard." Harry flashed another sharp smile, full of menace.

With his free hand, he swiped away the spittle and showed his fingers to the slayer. The blood sat upon his flesh as if nothing more than mud kicked up in a fight. "Your blood is like water to me now. Harmless and useless"

The risk had been worth it, Harry thought to himself as his hand clamped on Malfoy's neck. For a moment, he had doubted whether or not the slayer's blood would harm him further but now, all doubt had dissipated to give way to a feeling of sadistic joy.

"Impossible." Malfoy croaked, disbelief shining in his usually expressionless eyes. "You're a vampire! How?! Who—who are you?"

Moving his hand from the pale throat of his captive and slamming his other palm against the blonde's shoulder, Harry held the wizard pinned. As he lunged forward, a foul wizard smell laced with herbs and a chocolaty stench scurried up the vampire's nostrils and into his sinuses. The essence of the wizard disgusted him. Harry should be done with him right now but he'd waited for this moment too long. Not once had he rushed anything important. He would make his suffering mean something for the entire tribe.

"My name," Harry said, his voice low and clear, "is Harry Potter. I am the lord of House Gryffindor."

"Oh, yeah?" In spite of the physical restraint, the blonde managed to choke out a response, his voice pitched and heavy. "Last I checked, Blaise Zabini was leading those infidels."

"Zabini merely fills in while I have been away." Harry curled his lips in a sneer.

"Yeah? Well, I don't fucking believe you. Harry Potter is dead." Malfoy bit out, his eyes challenging the vampire to refute.

Harry growled under his breath. The nerve of the blonde when Harry stood right before him!

Before Harry could retort or perhaps, simply, resort to violence, the blonde spoke up again. "I killed Potter, I know it. A stinking vamp, he was, too!"

Again Malfoy spat, his spit landing on Harry's chin. Frustration was starting to break through the wizard's carefully constructed expression. "You smell like a long tooth. You even look like one. But—"

Harry cut in, placing one hand on the man's mouth and cutting his speech off. "But your damned poisonous blood has no power over me now."

Twice now Malfoy had spat upon him. Any other vampire would have been a sizzling pile of ash right now. Harry knew the feeling. All too well.

"You don't remember me, do you, wizard?" Harry muttered, slammed him hard when the blonde started struggling again. A quick glance over his captive made Harry zero his eyes on the dark liquid spattering the pale forehead, nose and cheeks. Blood leaked from the corner of Malfoy's mouth.

The sight tempted him and Ron's reminder that he should take some of the wizard's magic distracted him momentarily but before the blonde could take advantage of his lapse, Harry was back on his feet.

He placed his mouth next to the wizard's ear, ignoring the shiver that traveled through his body at the unexpected softness of the man's skin. Making sure that his words and their meaning were clear to the blonde, Harry spoke again. "Two months ago you attacked House Gryffindor. Why? And that too without provocation."

A couple of seconds passed as silence prevailed in the room.

When it became increasingly obvious that Malfoy won't answer his questions that easily, Harry frowned, pushing the lithe body even sharper against the refrigerator door. "That night, I became another notch on your gun, wizard. Well, erase that notch because I didn't die."

Malfoy tried to turn away from Harry but the vampire wasn't going to allow that. He placed a rough hand on the blonde's chin. "Answer. Me. Wizard."

Fortunately, Draco must have realized what was better for him, for he spoke up in a quiet voice. "I d-don't understand."

"I am a phoenix." Harry answered simply. To recite the word filled him with pride. Any vampire who survived the death cocktail was termed a phoenix, for the vampire literally did rise from ash to struggle back to life.

The blonde's mouth twisted but he didn't speak anything. He didn't need to. Harry had seen everything he needed in the wizard's brief unguarded expression. Apparently, Malfoy didn't believe him when Harry said that he was a phoenix.

Well, Harry thought with a shrug, it didn't matter what the wizard believed. He had stalled for long enough. It was time to do what he had come to do.

"You killed me once, wizard. Now, it's my turn."

Additional Author's Note:

Yes, well, there is no love lost between the two of them. I hope that changes soon. Because, Drarry, people.

On another thought, I think I should apologize for the late update. The last four months have been extremely stressful for me. First, there is a lot of pressure of exams and college selection and I am barely keeping myself from crumbling under it. Also, my grandmom is facing cancer. Thankfully, she is showing a positive result with regards to the treatment but it had been a busy time.

Thank you for those Followed/Favorited the story. Reviews would be appreciated and even answered, if I get the time. And just to re-iterate, I won't leave the story in progress. I may be a lazy person and the updates may not be regular but the story will be finished. I am grateful to those who are sticking around for the journey.