Chapter Eleven:

Unexpected

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Hermione was wringing her hands nervously, Ron was sitting at her side with an awkward smile planted on his face as the room was sitting in silence. The two Gyrffindor's were trying tirelessly to converse with the very handsome Migeul, he sat before them in an armchair and resembled everything strong and powerful. He was wearing a very nice tailored cloak, his clothes were to a liking of a family like the Malfoy's.

"So how long have you known my Harry?" Miguel asked in his dark, accented voice that almost immediately made Hermione fall to her knees in submission. His Allure was quite a bit stronger than Harry's, who was still learning how to fully harness it.

"Er, six years now...but I've known of him my entire life," Ron mumbled, putting a protective arm around his girlfriend.

"Are you sure its wise to call him your Harry?" Hermione asked bravely, Ron was stunned by her upfront nature and just held her tighter even yet.

An amused smile crept onto Migeul's pale features, a fang glistened in the flickering fire light that sent shivers down the others spines. "He is mine, I am his host so he therefore belongs to me," his smile turned into a wicked grin, he folded his hands in his lap.

Hermione, despite being in the presence of a very dangerous creature, found anger boiling within her. "You can't just attack him and then have the rights to own him! He's a human being, not a damned couch!"

"He is no human being," Migeul responded swiftly.

"How dare you! Yes, he is, just because you turned him into a vampire doesn't make him any less human!"

"It does make him something ascended from human flesh, something stronger and better," the vampire was smirking now, as if he was finding the most amusement in this.

"Hermione, please," Ron pleaded through a hushed whisper.

Hermione huffed loudly and drew herself away from her boyfriend, sending a heated look at the vampire. "Hermione, leave it," Harry's voice firmly said as he re-entered the room in different attire than he normally would wear.

He looked like Migeul's twin, his clothing was very uptight and professional, it spoke of power and great heir. Harry awkwardly stood as silence envelopped the room, and then he took a seat on the arm of Migeul's chair, the man's arm slinked around Harry with ease. "Harry, he's treating you like a slave!" Hermione spat venomously.

"I would never do such a thing, but he is still mine," Migeul stated.

Harry bite his lower lip and looked between his best friends of six years and his sire, his maker. "Guys, I don't expect you to understand. This bond we have, it is something that only the two of us can get. I am his, I will answer to his Call..."

"Although you have not, and why is that? That is why I have come across these lands, you were not answering The Call,"

"I-I need to be here, I already explained it to you. I need to finish my duties here with these people," Harry explained hurriedly, a tone of urgency was in his voice.

"Yes, so I saw it fitting for me to visit for a few nights instead. Is that a problem Miss Hermione?" Migeul smiled beautifully in her direction, it took a lot of concentration for her not to fall deep under his spell.

"So how's Ireland?" Ron finally spoke up, he found all eyes curiously on him now.

"It is as it always has been, quite the wondrous place to be. I thoroughly wish for Harry to come back with me, but I know he will not leave," Migeul sighed heavily and with a smirk he continued, "I am over six hundred years old, I have seen all corners of this world and all I wanted was a family to share it with. Harry was my optimal choice for a son, I could smell the loss of his parents when he crossed my path and it was perfection; especially since he was such a beautifully, strong human. A perfect candidate to complete my family with Maija," Migeul smiled softly as his hold tightened on his 'Son'.

Harry shifted awkwardly on the armchair and found himself falling into Migeul's lap comfortably, he nestled in easily and ignored the odd looks from his friends. "From what I understand, you didn't give him the choice," Hermione angrily whispered.

"Ah, but did your world give him the choice in having to fight this War I hear about? I have seen the newspapers and even all the way over in Ireland I hear of your fame, and your expectations. Did this world give him a choice? At least I am not binding him to me, he is free to leave as I had let him to come to this school,"

"I-still! You forced him to be your son!"

"Do you hear him complaining?"

"Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room," Harry snapped quietly, everybody shot him apologetic smiles and then silence followed. All of a sudden, Harry's nostrils perked up as a smell came to his nose of strong lavender. His senses nearly went haywire as he jumped up from his seat on Migeul's lap.

"Ah, and what is this my Son? A play-" Migeul was abruptly cut off by a low, gutteral growl that came from the depths of Harry's throat. The brunette's fists were clenched tightly and were turning whiter from the pressure, an immediate anger rolled off of him that seemed to only further amuse his sire. "I understand, child," was all he said.

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances before Harry turned to them with a frown. "You two need to leave, Migeul and I have many things to discuss. I will see you at breakfast tomorrow, okay," he ushered them quickly out of his room.

As he opened his portrait hole, he saw nothing in the corridor but the scent was almost overwhelming and he knew whose presence had joined them. Hermione and Ron gave him two quick and awkward hugs before leaving, hand-in-hand with silent thoughts. "Come in," Harry whispered to the emptiness in the corridor.

Once he closed his portrait hole, Draco disillusioned himself and smiled sheepishly. "Er, hey. What do you want?" Harry asked slowly, trying hard not to sound mean or dismissive.

"I thought we were going to meet tonight," Draco lied smoothly, crossing his arms across his chest and then gently leaning on the doorframe he still stood by.

Migeul darkly chuckled, "He actually wants to know what you were doing kissing me. Honestly, a Malfoy should be better at closing their minds, should they not?" he smirked from his chair.

Draco snarled, "Excuse me, but who the hell are you?"

Harry sagged his shoulders, "Draco this is Migeul, Migeul this is Draco," he quickly introduced them before taking a seat on the couch, Draco soon sat down beside him.

"So this is your sire?" Draco drawled lightly, his emotions were unreadable even to the two creatures in the room.

"Yeah," Harry was wringing his hands together, "He's come to visit till the night after next,"

"Why?" Draco asked immediately, his grey eyes were bearing deeply into Migeul who was only smirking back.

"It is in the nature for a Maker to crave the company of what is rightfully his, I missed my Son. Surely you know these things, with all the extra research you have done in favour of my Harry," Migeul smirked largely at this, he enjoyed the pale blush that reached his Harry's cheeks.

"How do you know about my research?" Draco asked slowly, he was not at all comfortable with this situation and he had to keep his mind closed and feelings masked - which was a difficult thing to keep up with, especially with the over jealousy he was currently feeling.

"I know many things, I am forever connected to the mind of my Harry and therefore know what he does, and somethings he might not even know yet," Migeul smiled softly at Harry who looked away sheepishly, he was still wringing his hands and moving awkwardly around in his seat as if squirming.

"I don't think this is the best time for us to, er, meet...How about on Saturday night here?" Harry finally asked, he wanted this awkward feeling to leave him as soon as possible.

"If it is not too much trouble, I would actually like to have a private word with Mr Malfoy?" Migeul stood up slowly from his armchair and then swiftly moved toward the portrait hole. "I will escort you back to your Common Room and we may speak on the way," he said.

"Really, Migeul...I don't see that as fully necessary..."

"Hush, Harry," he cut him off quickly and then motioned for Draco to come forward. "Come now, Malfoy, let us talk,"

"I guess I will be seeing you Saturday," Draco growled through clenched teeth as he then reluctantly stood up from his seat beside Harry and then soon the brunette was left alone in his own room with the sound of the cackling fire.

Harry sat trying to prod the mind of Draco or his Maker the entire time, and to no avail since they were both quite properly and strongly closed to intrusion. As his nerves began to settle in, he had no idea what it was his Maker could possibly want to speak to Draco about and it scared him - especially since he knew all of his thoughts, did he also know every single feeling?

When Migeul did eventually return around twenty minutes later, he had a satisfied smile gracing his lips. "Do not worry, all we did was speak," Migeul assured him immediately.

"What do you two have to talk about?"
"He had many questions running through his head, and I thought it best to answer them. For a warning, I do not think he is fond of me or is happy with me being here," Migeul smiled at this before taking his seat beside Harry, his arm fell around his shoulders and he closed the space between them. "Do you rest in the evenings now?"

"Only sometimes," Harry answered, feeling immediate ease as their bodies came into soft contact and he melted into the side of his sire. Whenever he was close to Migeul, he always felt infatuated and lured in, even though he knew quite well that it was just his Maker's strong Allure.

"Come then, let us make love through the night and until morn," Migeul firmly said, and Harry knew that when he said this there was no argument as he tried the first time. Flashes of memories from the summer came rushing to him, but Migeul swiftly pushed them out of his Son's head and his grip on him tightened. "Do not think of ill things, let us go and make use of our time together," and with that he pulled Harry into a standing position and locked their lips ferociously.

Harry's immediate thoughts were dispelled by somebody who was not him, as he remembered Draco's soft lips caressing his own. Soon he was being coaxed into his bedroom, pushed down onto the bed and all coherent thought escaped him. Migeul lavished him thoroughly and he suckled lightly on Harry's neck.

Harry was moaning as he felt sensations pulsing through his body, his usual cold skin began to heat up to an unusual temperature for his species as he pushed into his Maker begging for more. Migeul obliged as he sank his razor teeth into his neck, he sucked as the cold blood came pouring out into his mouth and both became lost in a fit of seduction and moans.

It was a long, satisfying night when Harry's thoughts didn't reach Draco once.

"I don't like him, not one bit," Hermione scowled with her arms crossed the next afternoon at Lunch. Migeul was resting the entire day in Harry's dormitory.

"Herm, the way Migeul and Harry act together is only normal. Everybody knows that," Ron scoffed lightly, he knew that his girlfriend didn't like the situation of Migeul treating Harry like a piece of furniture but he also knew better of the strong relationship.

"Normal? You call Harry having fang marks all over his neck normal?! He's paler than usual and completely drained today, what Migeul is doing to him is hurting him!" she cried in a whisper.

"I expect anybody to be that drained after a good night of shagging," Ron shrugged lightly, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice as he did so.

"Ronald!"

"What? What else do you think they were up to all night, I take those bite marks as a definite sign of what they were up to..." Ron sniggered lightly, much to Hermione's disgrace.

Hermione frowned as Harry slowly joined them at the table, he was much weaker than usual that day as he yawned and leaned on his elbows. He didn't even bother to pretend to eat, too tired for the charade. "You should at least disillusion those marks," Hermione scowled.

"He can't," Ron answered easily for her, Harry was blushing lightly. "Those are magical marks, not easily erased. It's cold enough for a scarf," he suggested, taking his own tattered wool scarf from his bag and then throwing it around Harry's neck with a smirk. "Have a good night last night?"

"Er, yeah...I..." Harry stuttered, blushing deeply.

"Harry, he's over six hundred years old! You can't possibly think that what your doing is right,"

Harry's blush faded quite fast as he suddenly stood from the table and looked darkly down upon his friends, his cold demeanor was visible to anybody nearby. "Who said that I was trying to do anything right?" he snapped and then quickly strode away as fast as he had come. Draco's weary eyes followed him reluctantly, once he was out of sight he hung his head low.

Harry ended up skipping most of his classes as he needed the rest during the day, Migeul was keeping him more than active through-out the evenings. Once Saturday came around, Harry spent eight hours of sunlight in his bed as if it were summer all over again. He was awakened by Hermione and Ron for dinner that evening.

"Snape's got a right bug up his arse, I'm telling you should've seen the points he was taking away yesterday! It's a good thing you weren't in class or else Gryffindor would be in last place!" Ron grinned as they took their seats in the Great Hall.

"Ronald, it is not good that Harry wasn't there because he should have been in class," Hermione testily hissed, tucking in and beginning to eat.

Harry just shrugged, mostly ignoring the conversation as he still wasn't at his full awareness. He knew that by the time the moon hung high overhead, he would be much more than awake. It was a full moon that night, which is why Migeul left beforehand so he could spend his feverish evening with Maija.

"So, up for Exploding Snaps after dinner?" Ron asked as he piled on three large drumsticks onto his plate.

"I was actually thinking about just going back to bed..."

"Harry, are you sure you are alright?" Hermione leaned forward, concern itched across her face.

"Yeah, I'm sure...I just really need to get a few more hours of sleep before I can really do much. It's a full moon tonight anyway," he shrugged and then began to pick around his plate at his food, not really wanting to go so far as to place it in his mouth - he hated that salty taste.

Across the Hall, Draco angrily poked at his own meal. Bloody Potter, he can miss all the classes he wants to and actually get away with it just because that damned, bastard Maker of his! Look at him, even though he is wearing a scarf I know there is marks all over his neck from that knave. Fucking bastard, Harry was supposed to be mine! Draco growled lightly, he was sitting alone at the Slytherin Table as people have done well to avoid him in the past couple of days. Ever since his interaction with Migeul, he had been in a right foul mood and everybody knew it.

He had sent more than ten students to detention and taken away close to four hundred house points, even some from his own House for the most mundane reasons. Yes, everybody knew there was something definitely wrong with Malfoy but nobody knew what, but somebody had an idea.

"Tuck in, Malfoy," Blaise smirked before sitting down beside him at the Table.

"What do you want?" Draco snapped quickly in response.

"What's got your knickers in a twist? Could it be the upcoming hols, perhaps? Listen, if I were you..."

"Well you are not me and you are so obviously misguided. It is beneath me for something as ridiculous as this holiday season to get to me, so bugger off," he hissed and then turned his attentions back towards his food. He was lying, of course, but not fully. The upcoming holiday events were making him nervous, but it was still Migeul that was making him most angry.

As soon as dinner was finished, Draco found himself rushing back to his dormitory and getting ready for hsi evening. He had a lot of furious questions he wanted answered, and he hoped that Harry was prepared for the onslaught he was going to bring.

Once Harry opened up his portrait hole door, he greeted Draco with a tired smile and then the two of them sat down in the pair of armchairs by the fireplace. "How was your time with YOUR Miguel?" Draco scowled between his gritted teeth.

Harry was shifting in his own seat and he cleared his throat, "Fine. But I'm glad he's gone," he sighed heavily.

"Your what?" Draco thought he had heard him wrong, how could he be glad his Maker was gone?

"I said I'm glad he's gone, honestly Malfoy you mustn't be that deaf..."

"Why?" he asked furitively, all his earlier questions and comments prepared were suddenly lost.

"I'm sick of lying to myself now, and I'm sick of lying to you. Migeul and I talked a lot when he was here and it seems he does see further into my own head than I do," Harry was speaking slowly, he did still seem drained.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that...there is a lot of unexpected feelings arising that I never thought could. I never thought that after he made me into this monstrosity, I'd be given the chance to feel these things," Harry was becoming aware of himself, the pink tinge crawling up on his cheeks. But it was alright, Migeul had prepared him for this.

"Harry," Draco spoke softly, "You are no monster, please stop referring to yourself as one," his grey eyes were pleading and Harry took a moment to inhale that Lavender scent.

"None of that really matters anymore, but what I feel for you does,"

The breath in Draco's lungs were caught, his pulse seemed to stop as they hung in this moment silently. "W-what might that be?"

"Draco, I don't want to go around it anymore. I know I have to kill Voldemort, I know that I'm a blood thirsty creature, I know I'll most likely fail my NEWTs next year, I know I'm gay, I know that I want to kiss you again, I know that I like you. Migeul helped me to understand all these things that I already knew," Harry felt his cheeks continuing to heat up and he was now conscious of the idea of rejection. He just put his heart on his sleeve, what would happen if Draco just denied it all?

"I.."

"It's okay, I understand. Who could want to be with somebody like..."

"Who would not?" Draco laughed nervously and soon found himself slipping onto Harry's lap with ease, he draped his lean arms around the brunette's neck and leaned down to bring their lips together. Harry smiled against the touch and wrapped his own arms around Draco's waist, he pulled their bodies close together, savouring that lavender smell and the taste of Draco's tongue against his own.

Draco brought his hands up to rest in the knots of Harry's thick hair, his mouth still lavishing the other boys as their tongues danced around each others. Harry's hands were moving up and down Draco's back and then around to his front, he easily unfastened his robes and pushed them off onto the ground in front of the fire. Harry broke their kiss only to trail his lips across the others pale collarbone, he flicked out his tongue across the warm skin and made his way downward as his hands still swiftly moved off Draco's clothing.

The blonde was breathing in rasps now, he closed his eyes tightly and felt Harry ghosting his lips, tongue and hands across his skin now. He hardly noticed his shirt being unbuttoned and thrown to the floor with his cloak until eager lips wrapped themselves around his nipple. Draco sucked in his breath and moaned deep within his own throat.

Harry stiffened immediately upon hearing that satisfying noise, he then heard the rythmatic beat of Draco's heart beneath his flesh and his skin began to crawl with lust. His mind was now thinking about what Draco's blood would taste like, he pulled away sharply from the blonde. "What is it? What's wrong?" Draco asked worriedly, all he wanted to do was lean forward again and kiss the boy squirming before him.

"Your...heart, it's...Draco, I want you but what if I hurt you? What if I bite you?" Harry whiserped coldly, his face was etched with self frustration.

Draco put his thin finger to those dry lips, slightly parted now. "You won't, I trust you Harry," he smiled gently.

"I don't trust myself," Harry found himself being pulled to his feet now, he allowed himself to be lead by Draco's hand.

"Well then trust me," he continued smiling before pushing the dark-haired boy onto the couch who was now grinning, thankfully. Draco walked back over towards the fire and grabbed his shirt, throwing it back on but leaving the buttons undone as he joined Harry on the couch. "Lets just take things slow, lay with me?"

Harry couldn't stop himself from grinning as he pulled the blonde down into a laying position on the couch, he spooned himself behind Draco and kissed him lightly on the nape of his neck before smothering himself in that lavender scent. "You smell amazing," Harry breathed.

Draco laughed lightly and placed his hand ontop of Harry's which lay on his abdomen. "Harry, are you sure you want this with me? I mean..."

"There's no doubt. Migeul made sure that I knew exactly what I wanted,"

"Can we not talk about Migeul?"

"Why...what is it that the two of you talked about that got you all snappy?"

"Potter, I said can we not talk about it," Draco growled lightly and then felt a soft kiss on his cheek and he couldn't help himself but smile.

"Shh, okay fine. Still, I know this is exactly what I want. It's the only thing that feels right, I want to be with you," Harry was blushing despite himself and his grip on Draco tightened slightly.

"I wonder what my Father would say if he found out my first boyfriend was The Boy Who Lived...he would probably be proud," Draco pondered out loud and found a bright smirk forming on his lips.

"Draco, what are you going to do about the holidays?" Harry asked now, concerned with the blonde's impending decisions that would definitely greatly affect what they had just been able to give into.

"I guess I will be having a chat with Dumbledore..." he trailed off lightly, he had already made his decision a few days earlier just hadn't been given the time to make his meeting with the Headmaster.

The two lay there for what seemed like only a moment but turned out to be hours, both were exhausted and Harry still needed his recovery rest from losing so much blood. They slowly drifted off into a dreamless, content sleep in each others arms as the fire flickered behind them, splashing on their still bodies.

Bofore Draco completely drifted off, he absently heard Harry's low voice from behind him, "I promise to protect you Draco,".