For Always

For Always
By melodia04

Summary: Draco is a vampire who took Harry in payment for his uncle's debts. HPDM

A/N: I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I really am, you can spank me for that. I'll take 5. Go on, I'd thank you for it because I deserve it. Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed! I love you all! Anyhow, this is the 7th chapter… according to my outline this story will soon end in probably the 9th or 10th chapter, depends on the length. I do hope you stay tuned until the end.

I'll tell you what took me so long, originally Blaise isn't really part of the story but then I just included him, you know, to make things more complicated for Harry. Now my problem is, the ending that I planned will be screwed. It took me a lot of days to think of an alternative ending with Blaise's meddling and all. Somehow I managed an ending, which will be a surprise! And it's not gonna be what you're thinking right now! (unless we think the same, you know great minds think alike. hehe) Anyone wanna guess? Hehehe

Hey! Please read my other fic too! To Where You Are, it's in my profile!

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Chapter 7

Harry spent the rest of the afternoon in his room, contemplating what had happened earlier. It had hardly been a week since the contract went into effect, and his cover was blown already? He couldn't believe his bad luck, but he couldn't blame it on anything but coincidence. It was no one's fault that Blaise knew him as Vernon Dursley's maid. Something in the way Blaise spoke made him feel that he's willing to ride in whatever façade he's carrying. He didn't sound like a bad guy; in fact, Harry was hoping that he'd just let things be the way they were, leave him be, at least for the next six months. After then, he'd be free to do whatever he wanted. The contract says that any charges against him should be brought to the court within six months; if it goes later it will be nullified. That's the vampire law.

And Peter, he'd never seen anyone like him. He was simply beautiful; no wonder Draco loves him. He also noticed the sudden hostility in his eyes when Hermione mentioned that Harry was Draco's new blood debt. Was it jealousy?

Harry's musings were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Mrs. Weasley's head poked in the doorframe, smiling.

"Dear, dinner's ready." She called.

"I'll be right there." Harry replied, sitting up. Mrs. Weasley closed the door and Harry was once again left alone.

Just hang on.

He silently went downstairs and saw Draco and Hermione already seated in the dining area. Hermione called him to join them, and he obliged.

"How was shopping?" Draco asked.

"Uhm… it was fine. I had a great time. Thanks for everything." Harry replied.

"Oh, and you'll never guess who we saw in Pureblood." Hermione ranted.

"Really, now who was it?" Draco asked.

"It was Blaise! And he was with Peter. Says he's buying something for a friend. You know, we had a little 'talk', and he knows Harry too. It's kind of confusing, how did you know each other again?" Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry tensed at the question but answered, "We met at my b-birthday party. Right, he was there. Dad invited him." He managed, not meeting Hermione's look and Draco's intent surveying.

Finally, dinner was over. Harry hadn't finished his food; he didn't feel like eating at all ever since meeting Blaise at the blood shop.

"Harry?" someone called.

Harry stood up and carefully pushed his chair back. He turned and walked back towards his room when a hand grabbed his elbow.

"Harry!" Draco called again. Harry regained his senses and apologized. He looked at Draco for a second and retracted nervously.

"What's happening to you?" Draco asked concernedly. He released his tight grip on him, but kept his hand lightly resting on Harry's arm.

"No-nothing. I'm sorry." Draco smiled.

"It's alright, come to my room later I have something to give you." He said.

"Yes. I will." Harry replied.

Draco slowly went up the stairs, followed by Harry, and then they went separate ways to their rooms.

Harry was still deep in his thoughts. He was considering telling the whole truth to Draco later when he feeds him, but there was something stopping him…

Harry had never experienced something more amazing than being Draco's blood debt. He was treated like royalty; he has his own big room, a closet full of very nice clothes, a very healthy diet, and finally several good friends. The whole thing was too good to be true, and definitely too good to let go of. He wanted to make good use of his good fortune for the six months he's staying in the Malfoy Manor. What he has right now is probably karma's way of getting back at him; give him everything he could ever want, and then take it all away because of his lies.

In his uncle's house, he was treated like dirt; locked in the cupboard, barely fed, and whenever his uncle was furious at something else, he'd simply charge his way to Harry's space, throw him out, and have his way with him. Hence, he had a lot of scars. Luckily, he didn't have a single one on his face.

He made his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower, still thinking.

He thought of the good things; the friends he had made, the luxuries he now has at his disposal, and, of course, Draco. Harry could not afford to disappoint someone as nice to him as Draco. He'd be totally furious with him. Harry had heard a lot about the cruelty of the vampire law to humans like him. Once, in his uncle's house, he had heard news from the television where a human sneaked to a vampire's house to steal something. He got caught, was put to jail, and was sentenced a hundred lashes. But the poor man received more than the lashes as the jail guards also mistreated him and sucked mercilessly on his blood. The human died, and this provoked the human government to file charges against the vampires for violating civil rights. It has never been appeased, until now.

Harry was scared; he didn't want to go to jail. He'd be better off with the Dursleys than under the mercy of the vampire law. As he thoroughly scrubbed his body clean, he could feel himself getting more nervous. What would happen if he finally admitted to Draco that he broke the contract? He'd definitely send him to jail.

I'll die eventually.

But he thought it'd be better if he told him the truth, rather than have Blaise tell him. It would be more complicated. He simply didn't want to go yet. He didn't want to leave this kind of life, even though he's been here for only two days.

Why is this happening to me? My only chance for a good life is screwed!

Maybe I'm cursed never to experience good things in life. Maybe I was born to be a slave forever. Maybe I was never destined to find someone who will love me. Maybe…

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Looking at the fogged mirror, he saw a helpless teenager. His hair is dripping wet, and his body coated in beads of warm water. His scars were fairly evident, too. Shortly, he had managed to dry himself up and change into his pajamas. Draco was waiting for him.

When he'd changed, he immediately went out to go to Draco's room. He knocked softly and opened the door.

"Ah, you're here already." Draco greeted, walking out from the bathroom. Draco was wearing a dark green bathrobe, and was drying his hair with a towel.

Harry walked in courtly and sat on one of the chairs. He felt uneasy with the way things were today. He's wearing his pajamas and Draco is in his bathrobe. They had both just came out of the shower and…

Shit. What am I thinking!

Harry blushed. Draco approached him with a box in his hand, thinking how adorable Harry was when he was blushing.

"Here's my gift. I just saw it, and I thought it would suit you." Draco smiled and handed the box to Harry.

Harry said a thank you and opened the box. In it is a watch with a silver chain. Harry immediately shoved it back to Draco.

"I can't take it." Harry said, holding the box in front of him.

"Why not, I bought it for you." Draco pushed the box to him.

"But it's a Tag…" Harry said.

"Just because it's a Tag Heuer you won't have it?"

"It's too expensive." Draco took the watch in his hands.

"Doesn't your dad buy you expensive watches? Draco took Harry's hand and slipped the watch on his wrist. "There, that's better." Draco smiled.

"I still can't take it." Harry frowned.

"I insist. Think of it as a belated birthday gift."

"But my birthday is…" When is Dudley's birthday again? "Thanks, anyway." Harry smiled.

"You're welcome. Now, shall we?" Draco invited.

Shall we what? Oh yeah, blood.

"Oh, yeah, of course." Harry replied.

Just as he had perceived, as Draco sucked in his blood, the pain was still there. He fought back the tears that were starting to gather by shutting his eyes. Why does blood sucking have to be this painful? He didn't know how long he had been sitting there with Draco sucking on his neck, but it seemed as though his veins were on fire inside of him, making it impossible for him to contain his tears and screams.

Hearing this, Draco instantly withdrew his fangs, a look of worry on his face. He'd gotten enough of Harry's blood to last him the whole day tomorrow. He felt guilty for hurting Harry.

"I'm sorry, does it still hurt?" Draco asked, still worried. Harry didn't reply, eyes still shut close and his cheeks wet with tears. Then Draco kissed him.

Harry suddenly regained his senses; Draco was kissing him. Harry didn't know what to do so he just welcomed everything Draco did. It was a warm feeling; he'd never felt anything like it. They'd kissed, yes, but this was different… how was he supposed to react to this? It was his first time kissing somebody this way. Nonetheless, he didn't feel like breaking the kiss. It was the subtlest yet strongest affection he'd ever felt in his whole life. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling as Draco's tongue slid gently into his mouth, exploring the wet cavern. Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's neck and pulled the vampire closer. It was an intoxicating scene, almost passionate, although Harry was still unsure if Draco felt the same way.

He didn't realize that Draco was already carrying him to the bed, still locked in the kiss. The night was silent except for their moans and rustle of the sheets as they shared the night in intense intimacy. Draco trailed kisses down Harry's naked and lithe body, the only light source being the lampshade from afar that sent out a dim, yellow glow, illuminating the two men like gods. Harry screamed in pain as Draco pushed himself past his entrance. Draco suddenly realized that Harry was a tight virgin. He smiled inwardly. Somehow he found it thrilling to just look at Harry all day; he's so cute, and his eyes are simply stunning.

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Harry woke up a bit tired the next morning. He realized he had just spent the night in Draco's bed, and he looked around but he's nowhere to be found.

Shit. We really did it. He thought as he saw his body naked and wrapped around the blankets. He immediately stood up and took his clothes, which were neatly folded on the bedside table. The blanket wrapped around his body was pulled off and it pooled around his feet, exposing his skin to the warm sun. He slipped into his pajamas once again and fixed the bed. He noticed the stain on the white bed sheet.

Oh no. Did I? He blushed at the thought and quickly removed the blood stained bed sheet from the bed. He replaced them with a new one, well, just another white sheet and went to clean the stains. He has to make this as discreet as possible so as not to gather curious stares from the Weasleys.

So what do I do now? We just had sex. I'm so stupid! He thought as he banged his head on the wall in his room.

Geez, how am I supposed to tell him the truth now?

Harry stayed in his room for a while before going downstairs to eat; he glanced at his wrist and saw the watch Draco gave him. It was wonderful, the silver studs sparkling beautifully in the sunlight as it read 8 o'clock. This was the first gift he had ever received in his whole life.

He then went to the bathroom to take a bath. The warm water that cascades on his body, slowly reminding him of what happened last night. The heated kiss, the gentle touches, the look of worry in Draco's eyes as he groans in pain. Damn.

Why am I feeling this way?

Are you an idiot?

Will you shut up? You're not helping at all.

Dear, the first thing you should do is admit that you're gay, after all, you've done THAT.

I never thought I was, but I guess you're right.

Harry loves thinking, have you noticed? Deep inside, he wanted to tell Draco the whole truth about himself and his feelings, but he was a coward. He never had the chance to defend himself over something because he always thought that either way, he'd lose. No one was there to stand up for him during the times his uncle would beat him half-to-death, even his Aunt Petunia, who always had that worried look on her face whenever that happened, never made an effort to stop his husband.

Then his mind changed.

I don't think I'll be able to tell him. I'm afraid it will end everything between us.

Well, that's bound to happen isn't it? That's why the earlier the better, the more you get attached to him and his luxurious life the more you'll get hurt.

That's exactly my problem! I think I'm starting to get attached to him! No, it's much deeper, much worse.

Like love, I know.

Like love

He doesn't want to give up on Draco yet. Maybe it's love, maybe it isn't, but it's too early to presume. Sex should not be used as a basis of love, but there is much, much more that Harry wanted to consider. He wanted to stay longer in the mansion; he wanted to serve Draco with his blood. Whenever he complies with his orders, he feels happy and much appreciated. No one has ever done that for him, no one in his freakin eighteen miserable years of existence. He wants to stay with Draco forever; he'd risk his life--blood-- for it. He loved the feeling of having someone giving him everything he needs, everything he's never had; money, material things… and affection. He wants to feel the same for the rest of his life, but he's only given six months (and probably less) to savor it.

I'll take the risk.

He's afraid that anytime soon, Draco will find out the truth, and everything will change. Draco will hate him. He'll throw him to jail, and probably let him die there. Harry was scared for himself. Scared of being turned away and rejected by the only person that made him feel loved.

But at least, I experienced something better than life. Even for a short time.

Harry no longer cared about what happens to him. If it's Blaise or him who would spill the trickery, it doesn't matter to him anymore. Their relationship is bound to end anyway. What matters is time. Six months is the contract, so he'll hang on for six months. That is, if Blaise doesn't tell. He has to make sure…