A/N: Ça va, mes copains? I hope you all are not too upset with me still and are enjoying my story. Keep enjoying, and thanks for all your support!
Chapter Six: So Tired
Bella followed Draco into his house after school was over. She planned to coddle her best friend for a while before heading home. Yes, she promised not to be overbearing, but didn't everybody need a bit of loving now and then? Harry just needed extra some times.
Sirius was lounging in his husband's lap on the couch when they came in. His face was drawn and pale, and his eyes had dark rings under them. He barely looked at the girl when she entered the living room they were occupying. "Hello Sirius, Lucius," she said. Lucius nodded to her, but was more focused on running his fingers through his husband's silky locks. Sirius did not even look up. With a dry snort, Draco made his way to his room, where Harry was currently residing.
"Mr. Santiago, our World History teacher, asked me to give you this," Bella began, handing a folded note to Lucius. "It's about Harry, I think." Sirius glared.
"Who else would it be about? My mother?"
"Play nice, Sirius. She is only doing what she was told to," Lucius admonished. Her eyes widened in disbelief. The blond man might not hate her like Draco did, but he still never spoke to her, and definitely not to defend her. "She is just another one of those sheep, after all."
So much for that.
"Whatever," Sirius grunted before rolling so his back was facing her. Holding back the hurt that filled her, she made her way up to Draco's room. The blond boy glared at her before leaving the two in peace, muttering something about "contamination" and "disinfectant". Harry gave a tired smile from the bed and opened his arms to her.
"What's wrong?" he croaked as she settled against him. She hid a smile into his chest. How was he always so perceptive? While she was a little hurt at Sirius' cold attitude towards her, she did not want to get him in trouble with his son.
"Nothing," She mumbled. Harry sighed.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," He began, his voice getting clearer. "Either way, it involves my fingers tickling you. If it's the hard way, though, you might end up squishing my poor fragile bones in my spine and ribs and the shards will end up puncturing my lungs. Then they will fill up with blood and I will drown by own body fluids. Whose fault would it be, then?" Bella only laughed at his antics. She soon sobered up and sighed as well.
"Fine. It just seems that Sirius is a bit off today."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing important."
"Bella," Harry warned.
"Truly, nothing. It was just the way he said it, and his attitude." The sick boy frowned.
"Send him up here. I am going to have to cut your visit short, I'm afraid." Bella's eyes widened as she looked up at her friend.
"Really Harry, it is no big deal. I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"Bella, he might not mean it, but he did it anyways. Besides, I have needed to do this for a long time. Send him in." The girl nodded and left. Harry scooted himself up so he was sitting against the mahogany headboard. He had to close his eyes from the spinning cerulean room. When he was able to open his eyes again, his father was sitting in the white armchair by the white drape-covered window. Sirius' eyes were unreadable, his posture defensive.
"I'm sorry," Harry stated. Blue eyes widened; this was not what the man was expecting.
"What?"
"I'm sorry. If you want, I'm sure you can disown me."
"Harry, what are you talking about? Why would I disown you?" Now Sirius was freaked. Did Harry want to leave him?
"You don't want me. You regret me, don't you? If you disown me, I can leave and you won't have to see the mistake you made." Sirius jumped from the chair and onto the bed, wrapping his arms around his son. He buried his head into slightly greasy black hair.
"Harry, I love you. I'd never disown you, even if you wanted me to. Why do you think I regret you?"
"Well, you are always upset when I am sick. I know it is difficult to raise a dying kid. I don't want you to deal with my burden."
"Oh Harry." Sirius was close to tears. "You are no burden. I'm upset because I'm the one who did this to you. I hate that you could have been a healthy boy if I hadn't insisted upon the adoption. I love you, never forget that."
"You forget dad, that I was just as eager for the adoption as you. And I hated the Dursleys. I would rather be sick than be living with them, but dad, when you are so guilty it makes it seem like you regret me. I love you too, Sirius, and no disease is going to change that."
Sirius gave a small, sad smile. After a moment, he began to speak again. "I know, and I love you, too. I'm sorry that my guilt has given you pain, baby. I promise I'll try to get over it. I don't think I will be able to right away, but I will try. Harry?"
Sirius raised his head to look down at his son; he smiled when he saw him fast asleep. He kissed Harry's forehead and pulled him into a more comfortable position against him.
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Downstairs, Lucius and Draco were playing a game of poker. Sirius had managed to get them hooked, even if it was a muggle game. Today, the stakes were Draco's dragon figurines and Lucius' gem collection. A ring of the doorbell interrupted them.
"I'll get it," Lucius said, jumping to his feet. "And don't you dare touch my gems. You haven't won, and I've counted all of them." Draco only smiled innocently.
The blond man fought to keep his expression free of shock at the sight of Dr. and who he assumed was Edward Cullen at his door. Recovered, he gave a frosty glare. "Your kind is not welcome in my home. Please leave." Dr. Cullen blocked the closing door with his foot and a smile.
"Excuse us for intruding, but Dr. Bradley is in a meeting and has asked me to deliver Harry's medicine to him. My son Edward here is a friend from school and wished to check up on him." The doctor held up a bag filled with orange medicine containers.
"His name is Mr. Potter Black Malfoy to you, and from what I heard from Draco, Edward is hardly someone I want to be around my son. I will take the medicine, thank you. Now leave."
"I have done nothing worthy of your scorn, sir, nor of your son's. In fact, he caused more harm to me. Your behavior is uncalled for," Edward snarled. Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Really? I find that hardly the case, especially with the history of…your kind." Lucius did not even try to hide the distaste in his voice.
"And what kind would that be?" The older visitor asked. Lucius snorted in derision.
"I find it painfully obvious; bloodsuckers of course."
"Darling, who is it?" Lucius turned, giving the vampires a view of the dark haired husband of the man in front of them. Sirius smiled when he saw them.
"Dr. Cullen, a pleasure to see you. Is this one of your sons?" The pale doctor smiled in turn.
"Please, call me Carlisle out of work. Yes, this is my youngest boy, Edward. I came to deliver Harry- oh, excuse me- Mr. Potter Black Malfoy's medicine and Edward wanted to come see how he is doing."
"You may call him Harry," Sirius stated. He turned to face the 'teenager'. "Harry is upstairs in Draco's room. He is sleeping, but I'm sure he won't mind being woken up. He doesn't like that he is so sleepy all the time." Edward smiled.
"I would love to, but your husband has forbidden me from entering, and from calling him Harry." Sirius frowned at his husband, who for his part did not look the least bit apologetic.
"Both of you, come right on in. You will have to excuse the prejudice of my husband. He grew up in a very…traditional family."
"So have you," Lucius stated.
"True, but I was wise enough to renounce their ways. Besides, I was disowned, remember? I was too much of a bad egg." Lucius smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover.
"Mmm, and what a bad egg you were," he murmured huskily. "And you were my bad egg, even then." If possible, the vampires would have blushed at the display they were making. Lucius looked about ready to ravish Sirius against the wall. Carlisle coughed.
"I think I will be leaving now. I have to go back to work. Edward, are you staying?"
"Yes if they don't mind." Sirius gave a bright smile.
'Not at all, go right on up. Draco's room is right at the top of the stairs." The vampire teen nodded his thanks and made his way up the stairs. He entered the room and snorted. The cool colors matched that blonde perfectly. The object of his obsession lay in the middle of a comfortable white and blue colored bed, surrounded by downy comforters. A mismatched fleecy red blanket was wrapped around his shoulders.
For the moment, Edward did not want to wake the sleeping boy. He wanted to watch the ragged rise and fall of his frail chest, uneasy even in sleep. He wanted to observe the smooth pale skin, unblemished except for the slight sheen of sweat. He wanted to examine the long, slender fingers. Gods, he wanted to touch.
Against his better judgment, the vampire slid gently onto the bad and lied beside Harry. He ran his fingers through the unwashed hair, not able to feel disgusted. This was his, and he would never be able to find repulsion for him.
Long lashes fluttered against sleep for a moment before finally opening to reveal glassy emerald eyes. They looked at him curiously. "Edward?"
The vampire gave an uneasy smile. "Hi."
"What's the matter? What are you doing here? Dad let you in?" Harry tried to sit up, but he became dizzy before he made it halfway. Edward pulled him against his freezing body before laying him back down.
"Nothing, except that I really shouldn't be here. I just couldn't resist. My father came to deliver your medicine, and I came with. Sirius let us in." Harry gave a small laugh, but had to stop because of a coughing fit.
"Why shouldn't you be here?" he wheezed once he calmed down. "You haven't done anything wrong."
"Nothing wrong?" Edward was incredulous. "Oh, nothing wrong at all except I molested you and I drink blood to survive."
"You only drink animal blood, and yes I can tell the difference between eye colors. As for molesting me," Harry fought a blush as he said this, but failed horribly. "I quite liked it." The vampire couldn't help a smirk. He rolled so he was towering over the sick human.
"You liked it, did you? Do you like this?" He ran his cold hand down the exposed expanse of Harry's neck. The boy nodded eyes falling shut. "Do you like this?" The hand slipped down and under the black tank top, however this time, there was no response. Harry had fallen asleep, breathing gentle. Edward laughed. This definitely boosted his ego some.
"Get off my bed, beast. I already have to disinfect my room because of the other parasite that insists on conversing with my brother on a daily basis," Draco commanded as he entered the room with a bang; literally. His door slammed against the wall.
"Mmm, but Draco, he feels so nice," Harry murmured as he rolled onto the vampire, clinging tightly to his shirt. "He's so cold, and I'm so hot."
"I don't care. I will not house some vampire in my room."
"Fine." Harry immediately started to crawl out of bed, or attempt to. Edward had to help him the rest of the way. "We'll go to my room then." Draco frowned, but did not say anything. Instead, he grabbed a guitar that was standing near his closet and strummed a few random notes. The vampire helped Harry out the door.
"Your brother plays music?" He asked as they walked to a room down the hall.
"Yes. He plays the guitar, violin, and cello. Draco really likes the sound of strings. Here is my room."
The room was much warmer than the blond's room. Alternating walls were either an auburn color or a stone color. The ceiling, however, was a dark purple; blackberry. This would seem odd, but fit with the room. The curtains were a light, spring purple. This struck Edward as rather feminine, but he did not voice his amusement.
Harry collapsed onto his bed, pulling the dead boy with him. "Why do you sleep in Draco's bed, may I ask?" The younger boy seemed to have fallen asleep again, but soon answered without opening his eyes.
"I always have; at least ever since I've known him. It is much easier to sleep with him there. The only reason this room was made was if I really wanted some alone time, or if I get mad at Draco. In the latter case, Draco usually comes in here instead. It has only happened once since moving here."
"Why the different views on vampires in this family?"
"Why the twenty questions?" Harry laughed, but answered anyways. "Draco and Lucius believe strongly in the old traditional ways; that includes the thinking that vampires are nothing but mindless beasts. Sirius was taught those things as well, but hated his family so much that he chose to believe the complete opposite of what they did. His best friend is even a werewolf. I, however, grew up in an ignorant and closed-minded household. Even I was considered an abnormality. That has made me more open to others.
"You, an abnormality? Never," Edward growled. "The only way you could be considered an abnormality is by your beauty. And to your question: you fascinate me for a reason unknown to me. Another question: what traditions are you talking about? As far as I know, humans have never found vampires traditional in any sense."
"Oh, you don't know what we are, do you?" Harry laughed. "Well, Mr. Cullen, that is something you have to figure out by yourself."
"You are full of puzzles, mister, and I will figure them all out," Edward declared with determination. Harry smiled.
"You plan to stick around for a long time? Draco has known me for six years and still hasn't figured me all out." The vampire rolled so that he was once again leaning over the boy. Eyelids opened to reveal dazzling emerald eyes.
"Oh Mr. Potter Black Malfoy, I plan to stick around for a very long time," he breathed, before leaning lower to kiss Harry's pale pink lips. The boy stayed still for a moment, before wrapping his arms around a stone neck and kissing back.
They gave each other small, lazy pecks, which soon turned longer and hotter. Edward ran his tongue over Harry's lips; they opened easily, a moan escaping into the vampire's mouth. Their tongues met and played gently in the newcomer's mouth. A dead hand trailed over a delicate hip, then back up to a small waist, then back down again.
Harry was in bliss. His magic, while still trapped, hummed close under his skin, pleased with the turn of events. He liked Edward's ministrations, his care of him.
Edward for the death of him could not bring it in himself to stop. Harry was his, and the beast in himself could not help but take him. Harry felt-tasted- so wonderful. The thought of blood never entered his mind.
"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" The two on the bed pulled apart to see Lucius standing at the door. He was glaring at the vampire. "Get out of my home. Now."
"Dad, really-" Harry started to protest.
"Do not argue with me, Harry. I am your father and I own this house. You have two seconds, bloodsucker." Edward smiled apologetically to the sick boy before leaping out the window. The curtains barely rustled.
