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Rating: M
Warnings: M/M, mentions of abusive Dursley's, Language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters and geniusness belongs to J.K.R. Not me.
Bloody Brilliant!
Chapter 9
Blaise watched as the twins scribbled across the parchment he had given them as he sat on a chair behind them. "It better be legible or you'll write the lines all over again." he stated softly, grinning when their shoulders tensed slightly. He knew this is what the twins hated most, even if he chose to spank the lesson wouldn't of gotten through their thick heads like lines did.
I will not put myself, my twin, the prince, or any other fledgling in danger with my ridiculous stunts.
Fred sneered at the elegant hand writing resting on the parchment in front of them. He couldn't believe Blaise was making them write this five-hundred times. He would of rather been belted. He held back a groan of frustration as he began to write his next line.
George quietly scribbled out his sentence, dreading the fact he still had about three-hundred lines to go. This was pure torture, and Blaise knew it. He sighed as he reached up to dip the end of his quill in his inkwell.
"Do you know how lucky you are that I've been friends with the royal family for centuries?" Blaise began, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest. "If it was anyone else who pulled your little stunt they would have been beheaded on the spot." he continued, sitting up and leaning forward to press a kiss against the back of each of their necks. "Do you realize how lucky you were?" he whispered before leaning back against his chair again.
"We didn't mean to cause this big of a deal." Fred snapped, finally loosing the small amount of patience he had. He felt his brothers hand against his knee but it didn't do much to diffuse his frustration.
"Whether you meant it or not, it still happened, Fred." Blaise growled, trying to diffuse the temper tantrum Fred was known to throw. George was a bit more laid back and calmer than his twin, something he was grateful for.
"This is unfair!" Fred exclaimed, throwing his quill across the wooden writing desk. He crossed his arms over his chest in a huff, turning his head from it.
"Fred!" George whispered, quickly reaching over and grabbing the quill, trying to shove it back into Fred's hand.
"No! We didn't mean to do this! How can you sit here and just write the lines when you know its wrong?" Fred snapped, taking the quill and throwing it to the floor. He yelped in surprise when he was pulled from his chair by the back of his shirt by Blaise.
"Continue writing your lines, George." Blaise stated, throwing a kicking and yelling Fred over his shoulder before walking into the bedroom and shutting the door behind them.
George sighed before shaking his head. He continued to scribble, feeling a little bad that he hadn't stood up for Fred, but really he should of known better than to aggravate Blaise when his feathers were already ruffled.
Harry hugged Narcissa at the end of the hallway before she left. He turned towards the cracked door and swallowed quickly. What was he going to do now? No telling what the blond would do. He contemplated running the other direction but quickly brushed the thought from his head. He was a man after all, he had to start acting like it! Slowly he moved forward before pushing the door open.
Well this was surprising. Draco wasn't even working on anything. He was just sitting there with his head between his hands. He noticed the fireplace had been lit, something he was grateful for. It was often very chilly in the large manor. Hearing the blond sigh he moved into the room. "Draco?"
Draco had heard Harry in the hallways when he and Narcissa walked up, so he wasn't surprised when the small voice called out for him moments later. "Come here, Harry." he said, lifting his head from his hands. He watched as the teen ungracefully shuffled towards him. He motioned for him to step behind his desk.
Harry hesitantly stepped behind the desk, looking over his Sire's face. Well that was a look he had never seen. It was drawn, and paler than normal if that was even possible. His eyes were red rimmed as if he had been days without sleep or that he had been crying…and since Draco couldn't sleep anymore, had he been crying? It felt like his dead heart began to ache at the realization.
"Harry, you scared me." Draco admitted, turning in the large leather chair to grab his fledglings by the hips to pull him closer. "I can't believe you did that." he whispered, resting his head on the small chest in front of him. He didn't show his surprise when Harry's fingers began to run through his hair.
"I'm…sorry Draco." Harry said, having a hard time processing the emotion that his professor was displaying. In all the years he had known him, he had never looked this…worried or sad.
"I don't know what I would do if I lost you." Draco said softly, breathing in Harry's unique scent. "I've spent the last six years watching over you with Severus, watching you grow and mature and become the man you are now." he continued, leaning away from the fledgling to rest against the back of his chair once more. "Harry, you are so more important to me than you realize, I don't think you really understand how much I love you."
Harry bit his bottom lip nervously before shifting his weight from foot to foot. He did not like this feeling. Sure he had Hermione and Ron to yell at him when he had done stupid things in the past, but no one had every really told him they loved him the way Draco did constantly. I love you too! You don't know how hard it is not to constantly be around you! I'm scared, no one has ever done as much for me like you have! What if I wake up and all of this is a dream? I couldn't…take it. It would kill me. Was what he wanted to say. "I'm…sorry." he muttered again, his shoulders drooping and his head tilted to the floor. He was surprised when Draco grabbed his hips again, pulling him onto his lap to where he straddled the blond. He looked down into silver-grey eyes, smiling slightly when the other kissed his chin.
"Harry, you are the world to me, it would kill me if I ever lost you." Draco whispered, surprised when he felt a pair of lips upon his.
Harry didn't know why he had done it, but it had just felt right. He gasped when he felt Draco's warm tongue slide against his bottom lip, allowing Draco the entrance he wanted. Oh, well this was something. Draco just tasted….so good! He moaned into the blonds mouth as the others tongue explored his mouth.
Draco groaned at Harry's taste. He had fed the fledgling orally before, but the taste of his own blood had drowned out the others taste. He stood up quickly, laying Harry against his desk gently. Slowly he slid his hands up the teen's shirt, pulling his mouth from Harry's when then teen gasped. "Harry." he hissed softly, grinning when the fledglings legs wrapped around his waist pulled him closer.
"Draco." Harry growled, back arching when a thumb brushed against his nipple. Another hand was slowly running up his thigh. He whimpered when Draco's lips pressed against his neck. "Please.." he whispered as he felt his jeans tighten.
Draco growled softly, kissing a line across Harry's jaw as he slowly pushed the shirt up the fledglings chest. He ran his hand across the fledglings flat stomach before slowly pressing his lips against the other's soft lips.
"Well, its about time."
Harry jumped, quickly pushing Draco away which was a lot harder than it sounded. He pulled his shirt down and scooted off the desk to stand behind the chair to hide his obvious problem.
Draco snarled at Severus. "Really, Severus?" he snapped, running his fingers through his hair. "What could be so important that it couldn't have waited?"
"D-Draco may I be excused?" Harry whimpered, pulling his shirt down over the bulge in his pants as he shuffled out from behind the chair. He gave the vampire a pleading look when the blond looked over at him.
Draco sighed. "Yes, Harry." he said, watching as the teen pushed past Severus quickly, practically running to get out of the office.
Harry quickly walked to his and Draco shared rooms. What had he been thinking? How had it gotten that far?
Vampire Info:
Questions from a reviewer:
Giving into sexual urges: It does not have to be with the Sire. Vampires are very sexual beings, so it would be kind of odd only to be able to have sex with your Sire. So Harry could have sex with anyone if he wanted to, but I think after this chapter, its pretty obvious we know who Harry actually likes. : )
(A/N): Don't kill me! I know this must have been frustrating for some, but don't worry it will happen eventually. Harry is still trying to get over that someone actually cares for him, so it was too soon. Please don't hate me.
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