For Always
By melodia04
Summary: Draco is a vampire who took Harry in payment for his uncle's debts. HPDM
A/N: We've reached this far my dear readers! I can't believe I was able to actually COMPLETE a fanfic after 3 years. Thank you so much to everyone who supported this. You played a big big role in the completion of this story. Well, here goes the ending. Oh please don't hate me. I call this the cheesiest part of my whole writing. I hope I don't disappoint you, it's really hard to write an ending that suffices readers' expectations. I'm glad that I managed to finish this story before classes starts, I'm afraid I won't be able to write more when that time comes. Oh well, wish me luck, I'm a college student now.
I'M AFRAID this final chapter won't answer ALL of your questions but apparently I don't see the reason of discussing them. It's either the answer is obvious or I'll leave it to you to think of it.
Anyway…
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Beta: Sailorfroststar11
Chapter 10
"We can pretend to be brave to conceal our fears, pretend to be smart to conceal our insecurities, pretend to be strong to conceal our weaknesses, but we can never pretend to be happy to conceal how much we missed the days before we pierced into reality.
Maybe that's what life is all about. Reality bites but we can never bite it back."
- Quote.
Entering the Malfoy manor at this certain time was hardest for Harry. After what he had done, he no longer felt the welcoming grace the house gave off when he had first come in. Mrs. Weasley was there to greet them, along with Mr. Weasley and Ron. Harry didn't have the courage to face them. He felt guilt boring into his shoulders sinking himself in a deathly quicksand, swallowing him alive. Finally they were up the second floor. Hermione led him to the front of Draco's room.
"I'll leave you here." She said and she patted him on the back and left for the opposite direction.
This is it. This is the very thing hindering him from facing his fears, the door of guilt. And it's the very thing he is willing to break. Everything has to be set right, there are a lot of apologies to make, explanations to be delivered and feelings to confess. He will take responsibility of the consequences of his action.
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He slowly opened the door and found Draco sleeping on the bed. The once strikingly handsome face had turned deathly pale and his blond hair has slightly faded to an ageing white. Standing in the doorway, he gathered his emotions. He couldn't bear to see Draco like this; he looked dead. He was weak, and it was entirely Harry's fault. He clutched the doorknob tightly, thinking how he would approach him like this. He could feel his knees tremble and finally, tears made their way to his eyes.
He ran towards the bed and slumped at the side of it crying hard. He let himself fall to his knees on the carpet, sobbing.
"I'm s-sorry Draco. I didn't wish for this to happen. I'm sorry I lied. I'll never do it again. Just… d-don't die!" He cried out. He had never cried this hard in his life. He was so afraid that Draco would not wake up. He looked up, his eyes blurry with tears, and felt all the more scared when Draco didn't move. He buried his head deeper in his arms and cried harder.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. F-forgive me. I won't do it again. Just don't leave me yet. I-I love you, Draco." He almost whispered. He started crying even harder, when he felt a hand rest on his head and pat it gently.
"Say it again, Harry." Draco spoke. Harry looked his head up in surprise upon hearing Draco speak. He's finally awake, his gray eyes somewhat lighter in color, but he's awake.
"I'm sorry." Harry said, tears cascading down his cheeks.
"No, the other one…" Draco asked. Harry was unsure which part he wanted repeated but, the look in Draco's eyes spoke for itself.
"I love you." He softly spoke. Draco smiled and brought his hand to Harry's cheek, caressing it and gently wiping off the tears with his thumb.
"Stop crying now, I won't die." He said assuredly. Harry was relieved upon hearing those words. Just as Draco asked him to, he stopped crying and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. Pulling himself up, he sat and the side of Draco's bed and held his arm in front of him.
"Drink up. Hermione said you haven't drank anything in days." He said. Draco was surprised at this and swallowed hard at the flesh being offered in front of him, he stared at Harry's pale wrist and took it. With his fangs slowly protruding from his mouth, they slowly digs into Harry's wrist and sucked. Harry shut his eyes closed as he feels the sharp teeth penetrate on his skin. As usual it hurts, but this was nothing compared to the life he is slowly bringing back to Draco. From the way Draco spoke to him, it seems like he didn't hate him as much. But why?
After the ceremony, Harry opened his eyes to look at Draco. He watched intently as a major transformation took over his beloved. From the deathly pale, his skin had grown warmer and more alive. His hair went back to its original blonde glory, and his eyes, they weren't the dying gray he once stared at, they were back to the mesmerizing gray-blue orbs he originally knew. For once, Harry was happy. And for the second time that day, incontrollable tears welled freely out of his eyes; he was overwhelmed at the sight of Draco finally well. He couldn't help it; he threw his arms around him and cried yet again.
Draco was surprised but welcomed the action as well; he hugged Harry back, feeling the warmth he had so desperately missed.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I don't know what to do." Harry cried and continued, "It's all my fault. My uncle asked me to pretend to be his son and go with you in exchange for 500,000. I took it to be the chance to finally get out from there, I thought everything would go well and unnoticed, and after 6 months I'd be freed from the contract and I'd be able to live by myself. That's all I wanted! That is… until you came." He broke the contact and bent his head down blushing.
"Believe me, I'm really sorry. I didn't intend for this to happen." Harry explained. There was silence between the two of them.
"Why?" Harry asked, "Why did you not call the police to arrest me? I broke the contract! I deserve to be punished!" He said.
"You think I didn't know about this?" Draco spoke. Harry was shocked.
"I knew it even before Blaise told me. I could've easily thrown you to jail and demanded a case against your uncle, but I considered giving you a chance. I know what happened to you, Harry. From your scars I could tell it wasn't just a petty fight you got yourself into when you were a kid, like you always say. You were abused. I couldn't get myself to believe that such a loveable person like you would suffer from this."
"I'm sorry." Harry said. Deep inside he could feel his heart break. The way Draco says it, it turns out that he just pities him. There's nothing deeper to expect. For what felt like the millionth time, tears pooled in his eyes. He tried hard to fight it back, but they just came on their own, and all he could do is snivel and wipe them away.
"Don't be." Draco hurt seeing him cry. Why do I have to make him cry all the time?Why do I always have to be the bringer of those unsolicited tears that ached so much to run on his cheeks? Draco once again held his hand to touch him but Harry politely refused by blocking his hand from gaining contact with his cheek. Draco's heart ached even more.
"You said you love me?" Draco said. Harry didn't know what to say, he didn't want to be rejected. His heart was pounding hard against his chest at the thought of the most hurtful thing that Draco could ever do to him.
"I-I-y..yes, but--" he whispered. Before he could finish, Draco made a sudden move to close the gap between them and kiss him. Harry didn't have time to stop it.
Why are you doing this? Why do you keep on hurting me? Why don't you just tell me the truth! You're killing me…
Harry was passive at first but as Draco thrusts in his tongue in Harry's mouth he let down his guard and fell weak against him. No matter how hard he thought of pushing him back, he just couldn't. He needed this, even though in the end he knew nothing would come of it. He needed love, but he had found pity.
Well that's close enough. He thought dejectedly. Suddenly, Draco withdrew from the kiss and whispered something to Harry's ear that made him jerk his eyes wide open.
"I love you too."
Harry was taken aback and, thank God, stopped crying.
"A-are you serious?" Harry asked.
"Do you wish otherwise?" Draco smiled and once more captured Harry's lips for a chaste kiss.
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After a few months, the two finally underwent the sacred and religious binding of a vampire and a human. This was not a contestable thing, for no matter how cruel the vampire law may be, it gives dully recognition to a higher law that demands further authority, love.
As cliché as it sounds, Harry Potter-Malfoy (I thought that was cute) and Draco Malfoy finally did live happily ever after. They decided to fully terminate the 6 month contract, since they are bound by another contract that requires their whole lifetime.
Harry had never been this happy in his whole life. He believed that everything happens for a reason, even the most tragic and upsetting things in life. He was grateful for becoming Draco's blood debt, for if he hadn't, he wouldn't have escaped his uncle's murderous traits, and his life would still be miserable. It was the best gift he'd ever received from God. He thought of his parents, although he couldn't recall how they looked like, and he knew that wherever they were, they're happy for their son.
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But life must go on, and for a mortal named Harry, the end of life means death. He is not exempted from experiencing the natural phenomenon that comes along with ageing, crippling his body organs and weakening his systems. This was a painful invitation to afterlife.
After a few decades of living happily ever after, Harry now lay bedridden on their bed. His face had gone wrinkly now due to time, and his eyes had faded to a whitish green, he was almost blind. And soon enough, he would depart this world.
But at his side lay his other half, the man he promised to cherish forever and give his life to. Lying beside him is Draco Malfoy looking equally as weak, but on his face is an expression that speaks otherwise. Ever since Harry grew old and is not anymore capable of giving healthy blood, Draco stopped feeding from him. This upset Harry, he gave him permission to drink blood from someone else or from bottled blood but the older, but younger looking, man stayed true to his word. He wanted his body to be a vessel of his husband's blood until the day he died. He wants the last blood that would keep him alive be Harry's; the person that he loves with all his heart.
Eventually, Harry accepted his husband's decision. He wanted to die with him.
Draco had lived to be more than a hundred and the only thing pushing him to do so was his work. He prided himself in the success the Malfoy Corporation had earned. But he has to give himself a break. After finding Harry and loving him, he realized that he'd lived long enough and has finally got what he long searched for in the form of Harry. He came to him in an unexpected way; it was almost divine how everything worked between and against them. But in the end, they won the battle and their feelings prevailed. A hundred years of waiting cannot compare to the bliss of having to spend an eternity with the one you love.
As the curtains close on the both of them, they hold each other's hands tightly, bidding each other good-bye before they finally close their eyes, leaving their lives behind. They both have experienced something close to heaven.
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This marks the end of just one of the most touching romantic tales of a vampire and a human, but one thing is for sure, their memory will live on… for always.
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