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"Harry... I've got food. You need to eat." Harry smiled, sinking deeper- than he already was- into the simply divine mattress. Their was a spot besides him that felt very warm, and smelt nice. He rolled around, and suddenly their wasn't a mattress underneath him. Wide awake, he squeaked in surprise, his eyes shooting open. Instead of feeling the pain of hitting the ground, he felt strong, muscular arms under him.
Sebastian looked somewhere between amused and fretful, his eyes scanning him for a non-existent injury. Harry smiled cheekily, and leaned up close to his face.
"Tell a soul that I almost fell off the bed and I'll bloody skin you with a rusty spoon."
Harry kissed him on the cheek, hopping out of his arms and skipping over to the door.
"You know I really don't know why you said this room was incomplete. It's empty, but it's not that bad." His eyes admired the carvings on the door, running a finger over them briefly.
Sebastian hugged Harry's waist from behind.
"I need it to be perfect, love. I've got some food for you."
"I told you that nothing seems appetising... but I'll give it a go."
"I'm glad." Sebastian leaned in to kiss Harry, and Harry met him halfway.
What started as an ordinary occurrence, was soon revealed as anything but...
It was there, something delicious and tantalising, fluttering and alive, wriggling. Harry felt himself calling to it, and when it finally was within his grasp, he greedily swallowed it. The experience left him feeling confused, disgusted, and -a deep, dangerous, primitive part of him- satisfied.
"What was that?"
"It was that special substance that all demons need to live. Think, Harry. We're demons. We eat that little life giving thing that all humans have tucked under their skin. Their souls."
Harry felt sick, his legs felt wobbly and shaky, and his forehead felt hot with a sudden fever.
"You just fed me someone. You just- I've got to- I can't-" He stammered," I'm going to- You...I... I just..."
He pushed open the door and raced though it.
Sebastian watched his mate leave, running a hand though his hair and smirking. He'd come around eventually. They were immortal, they had all of eternity.
The world was spinning, and his head felt like it was floating. Harry decided a visit to madam Pomfrey would do him some good.
Walking through the empty halls made a shiver go down his spine. The over crowed, bustling hall had become normal to him, and now the lifeless, ghostly-empty-thing was new and unwelcome for him.
'Where is everyone?'
Arriving quicker than expected, he pushed open the door. Madam Pomfrey prescribed some potions for him- two calming draughts and one sleeping draught- gave him a smile and a complement.
"Barley recognised you there dear, you've sure changed. I feel it's for the better, though. You seem...happier. Now shoo, get back to class"
After waving goodbye, Harry immediately downed a whole bottle of the calming draught.
"I feel like I'm forgetting something..." Harry whispered to himself, "But what is it?"
"Merlins beard, my books! My bag! Darth Vader!" He hissed, gripping his hair. With a glower that would have done Severus proud, he stomped over to the Gryffindor's tower and up to the portrait.
"Let me in." He seethed.
"Now, is that anyway to treat a lady?"
"No, it is not. Let me in."
"What's the password?"
"Gordic?"
"...I don't remember you, are you ne-"
With an angry glare that promised certain death, Harry managed to 'convince' the portrait to let him in.
When Harry entered the Gryffindor's common room, he caught a reflection of himself in the mirror. His eyes were faintly glowing with thin black slits in the middle. Opening his mouth, he gently touched the two very large canines. Fangs.
He really was a demon.
"Potions!" Harry moaned, "Bloody potions! I don't want to see Snape or Malfoy, I'd rather stick my hand in a boiling cauldron!"
Trudging along with him were his two best friends, who he'd caught up with at lunch. Things seemed to be going back to normal. Not including the large majority of women (and a tiny bit if men) at Hogwarts that suddenly swoon when he walks by. Apparently, he now had a large fan club. Now that was just creepy...
"Well at least your feeling better, aren't you? You almost gave everyone a heart attack looking for you again this morning, and if it wasn't for Mr. Michaelis telling us you were sick we would have called the Aurors." Hermione was furious, her arms crossed and her walking pace brutal to the two who were trying to slowly inch their way to potions.
"Please just let it go Hermione. I didn't mean to, I just... never mind."
"You know, Malfoy's such a git. I mean, this morning he was sitting there with Crabbe and Goyle, mocking the Gryffindor table when the teachers weren't looking!" Ron's ears flushed red with barely contained resentment, making his freckles stand out.
"He wasn't really mocking, more like mildly taunting. He didn't even throw any insults, and nothing was stolen." Hermione corrected.
Queue Karma in three, two...
"Hey, weasel. You and your girlfriends having fun?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear...
"Go away, Malfoy, I haven't got the patience to have a spat with you." Harry said, continuing to walk.
"Harry?" Draco sounded genuinely surprised. This, Harry just had to see. The pureblood were always so careful not to be caught unaware or surprised. Power issues, he guessed.
He turned around, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"Damn, Potter; Puberty has been kind on you."
Harry began wishing and chanting silently to himself,
'Please don't join the fan club, please don't join the fan club...'
A/N
And that concludes the chappy.
That did not turn out as I wanted it to, but still, progress. I think. Next chapter should be more focused on the Mates aspect of this fic.
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~Dread