Erm, yeah, so my computer broke down again... It seems I did right not to trust it :/ But now we've fixed it, so everything's working again! :)
"Oh, come on, Draco! I really can't see what the big deal is!" Harry said, exasperated.
"It's a disgrace to the Slytherin house," Draco hissed in response, Harry's wrist in a safe grip as he pulled him through the dank dungeon corridor towards the Great Hall. "The pink hair was at least just a joke on your expense, but to pull the Slytherin house into it? That's just taking it one step too far!"
Harry just sighed in response as they left the winding corridors behind and entered the Entrance Hall, a few students milling about by the great double doors leading to the outside world that was slowly turning from late summer to autumn. The students turned in surprise to look as Draco pulled Harry past them, a dark expression on the face of the prideful heir as Harry simply smiled in slight amusement and waved with his free hand as they marched across the hall, a hint of green and silver flashing in the light as he did so. When they stepped into the Great Hall, the tables were already as good as filled with chattering students, checking their schedules for the day and complaining over one lesson or another. Some owls still circulated over the tables, the enchanted ceiling over them clouded as they searched for students who had perhaps not yet arrived, but most owls were already sitting on shoulders or arms around the hall, being fed as the letters they'd brought with them were being read.
As Draco marched towards the Gryffindor table with determined steps, Harry let himself be pulled along behind him, his smile widening as he spotted the twins where they were discussing Quidditch with Lee Jordan.
"Do you need saving, o fair damsel in distress?" Fred shouted after them, but Harry just grinned at them and shook his head as answer.
They didn't stop until they'd reached about the middle of the table's length, where Hermione and Ginny sat with a few girls from Ginny's year that Harry recognized from having seen in the common room but didn't know the names of. They all looked up in surprise as Draco cleared his throat to attract their attention, and Harry smiled apologetically at Hermione's confused look. No one was surprised about Harry being there since he wandered over from the Slytherin table quite, but no one had ever seen Draco Malfoy, who was in a mutual relationship of hate with most Gryffindors, walk over to the red table willingly before.
"Erm, good morning Elijah, Malfoy," Hermione said after a moment of awkward silence.
"Morning, Hermione!" Harry answered cheerfully and attracted a dark glance from Draco as if the blonde couldn't understand why Harry didn't take the situation seriously.
"Granger," Draco greeted rather stiffly in return. "What do muggles use to clean off nail varnish?"
The mixed looks of shock, disbelief and confusion that were turned towards Draco as the Gryffindor girls stared at him, flabbergast, made Harry laugh out loud, and he immediately attracted another glare from Draco.
The madness had begun when Harry had woken up and found his nails painted, green and silver on every other nail in the exact right hue to create the Slytherin colours. It had taken him a while of mute staring before he remembered that Pansy had been doing something suspicious to his fingers the previous evening when he'd been laying on the couch, and a slow smile spread over his face, a smile that had morphed into a grin when he's woken Draco to show him what Pansy had done.
Draco, on the other hand, had not found it funny, and had immediately been on a quest to remove the nail varnish since it "disgraced the Slytherin house with its mockery". Several vanishing and cleaning spells later, along with a few cancelling spells, showed no difference to the colour adoring Harry's now manicured nails, and Draco had become more and more stubborn to succeed with each failed attempt. Apparently, going to Pansy was admitting defeat, so Draco had decided anything was allowed - which was why they were now standing before Hermione and looking for the muggle way of removing nail varnish.
"Look Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, grinning happily and extending his free hand to splay out his fingers and show off the green and silver nail polish.
"Do you have a way to remove it?" Draco asked, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.
"But why remove it?" a familiar voice exclaimed from behind, the twins having crept up on them without being noticed which was a feat in itself with their brightly orange hair.
"Oh, now I see, Gred!"
"Yes, Forge, if it looks like that, it really has to be removed!"
The twins looked at each other and nodded in complete understanding, some kind of silent conversation going on between them before they turned to Harry with identical, mischievous grins.
"O fair damsel in distress, let us knights in shining armour save you of this horrid staining that taints your nails," Fred said in fake seriousness as he took the hand Harry held out towards Hermione and bowed over it to press a feather light kiss to the back of his hand before he passed it on to his twin.
"Let us knights in shining armour turn this discoloration into sometime truly embellishing," George murmured against Harry's hand before kissing it, and then he pulled out his wand to swish it over the painted nails in extravagant and exaggerated motions that would fit a wizard from some muggle movie.
"Look at this truly wonderful piece of art!" Fred exclaimed as if overwhelmed, making it sound as if he was talking about a painting worth millions.
"Yes, it warms my heart to know that we have succeeded yet again!" George agreed, not specifying what they'd succeeded with while he held up Harry's hand for everyone to see. The green had been exchanged for deep crimson and the silver had gained a golden blush, turning the Slytherin colours into the warmer colours of Gryffindor. The sight made Ginny snicker and a smile pulled at Hermione's lips, even thought she tried to keep a serious face. Draco stared at the nails with a face of disgust and horror, but at the same time he seemed unable to decide if it was really that bad - at least they didn't mock the Slytherin house anymore - which left him torn as he tried to figure out if the change was a positive one or not.
"Wonderful!" Harry exclaimed happily, grinning and letting his eyes slide over the quite big group of students around them that was watching while trying to conceal their laughing or, more usually, laughing out loud without caring if it became obvious that they'd been listening in.
As Draco's grip on his wrist had loosened, it was easy to free his other, unchanged hand free and hold it up beside the other, to show the spectators how the different colours of his hands clashed.
"Does this make me a hybrid or something?" he asked happily and Draco groaned beside him, obviously giving up as he put a hand over his eyes and tilted his head back, seemingly begging the ceiling of the Great Hall for patience and strength.
While the others laughed, Harry watched his two hands with their different colouring, a smile on his lips and a thoughtful look in his eyes. One hand Gryffindor, one hand Slytherin, much like he somewhat belonged to both houses.
Maybe he wasn't just a Slytherin or just a Gryffindor.
Maybe he was a mix, a bit of both.
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Strengthening up from his position of leaning over a dictionary and a parchment filled with clumsily scribbled runes, Harry leaned back over the back of the chair and stretched, his hands reaching back over his head as he yawned, the vertebras popping delightfully. The day had been quite peaceful, without any major events except for when he'd taken a Puking Pastille in Defence class, causing him to turn quite spectacularly green in the face before he'd made a dash for the loo, a hand covering his mouth to stop himself from actually throwing up. Swallowing the white half of the pill had been a challenge, but he'd somehow managed and been spared from wasting an hour and half of his life with reading under Umbridge's watchful eyes. The twins had been exhilarated when he'd told them at dinner, and they'd said that they'd solved the problem with the Nosebleed Nougat and that they'd already sold a few pills to some students in Gryffindor.
He was now sitting in the library with Hermione sitting opposite him by the table they'd occupied by a high, arched window that showed the clouded world outside, a few gaps between the clouds showing the blue sky and letting rays of light shine through, piercing the gloom that tried to conquer the world. The table between Harry and Hermione was a fairly big one, two empty chairs standing unused to the side, yet it was filled with papers and books, tables and graphs, all of which they were using - or trying to use, in Harry's case - to decipher the text they'd been given by professor Babbling.
"Are you done?" Hermione asked without looking up from the graph she probably had no problem of understanding, even thought Harry had to take his time before he could translate it to something even remotely understandable.
"You kidding me?" he answered with a smile, suppressing another yawn that wanted to break free. "Firstly, it's due to Friday so we've still got time. Secondly, you're not done, so how could I possibly be?"
Hermione glanced up at him with a slight smile, before looking down at the graph and nodding to it, as if they'd been communicating and she now had some kind of agreement with the parchment.
"As a matter of fact," she said and strengthened, taking her essay and fanning it in the air to make the ink dry. "I just finished."
Harry groaned tiredly and slumped forwards with his elbows on the table and his hands rubbing his face. "You're unbelievable," he grumbled, and was rewarded with a happy "Thank you" from the other side of the table.
For a few minutes silence rested between them, a comfortable and companionable silence that was only disturbed by the ruffling of Hermione shuffling papers as she tried to impose order on the mess they'd created, and Harry silently massaged his fingers into his temples, slowly working away the headache that inevitably formed whenever he put an honest effort into understanding the runes.
"Elijah," Hermione mumbled hesitantly after a while and Harry hummed to show that he was listening. "You... you know about Dark Arts, don't you?" she asked silently, lowering her voice until Harry could barely hear her.
Harry lowered his hands and let them fall to the table as he slowly looked up, feeling surprisingly calm though slightly suspicious, wanting to know what Hermione was after before he relaxed completely. He did, however, give a slow nod, since it would have been useless to try to deny his knowledge of Dark Arts - as a follower of the Dark Lord, Hermione would naturally expect him to know Dark Arts.
"I... don't know all that much about it," Hermione said, and it was obvious that it was hard for her to admit there was something she didn't know about. "I know about the Unforgivables, of course, but apart from that, I don't know what defines... it."
Harry gave her a sight smile at her caution, and thought back on the conversation he'd had with Tom where he'd been the one to ask about the very same thing. "They're harder to ward against and more efficient, stronger, which means that when they're used for bad things, the outcome is really bad," he summarized quietly. "They don't have to do bad things, though, and even if the effect of the spell might be bad, it can be used in good ways. For example, he taught me a shredding spell that can trash anything to bits and pieces that can't be fixed with magic. I won't deny that it can be used to kill, but it's really just a spell that destroys, so how is it different from bombarda maxima except for that fact that it can't be repaired?"
Harry meant for the question to be rhetorical, but Hermione answered anyway. "They're scared of what they can't fix. The though that there's something irreversible frightens them. It's a matter of staying in control..." she mumbled thoughtfully, and Harry slowly nodded, admitting that her reasoning was just as sensible as always. Then her eyes focussed on him, their eyes meeting and gazes locking. "He taught you?"
Realizing that he might have said too much but unwilling to back down, Harry gave another slow nod. "I was willing," he said, not sure why he felt the sudden need to defend Tom. Hermione held his gaze silently for a moment, seemingly wanting to make sure that that was indeed the truth, but then she nodded.
"What is his view of them?" she asked curiously, surprising Harry. Didn't she, just like everyone else on the "light" side, think that Tom was mad and used Dark Arts for evil only? Apparently not, or she was at least willing to listen with an open mind if Harry was to say otherwise.
"He told me that he can't understand why people are prejudiced against it, when it isn't something evil in itself," Harry recalled. "I think... I think he views it much like he views magical creatures. A vampire or a werewolf could use their strength and enhanced senses to benefit themselves or cause pain to others, but they can also chose not to, to use their abilities to do good, even. It's the same with it; you can do bad things with it, but you can also choose to do good."
Hermione sat silent for a moment, looking much as if she was still listening to him even though he'd stopped talking, all the while chewing absentmindedly on a brown lock of hair that had fallen into her face. After several silent minutes, she spit the hair out and mumbled "He seems more sane and reasonable then we've been told he is."
The observation made Harry blink in surprise, but he nodded all the same, confirming that Tom wasn't the crazed wizard Dumbledore had claimed he was. Hermione simply stared at him for a moment, her eyes contemplating as she thought.
"Harry never called him crazy either," she mumbled and then hesitated, as if she really didn't want to utter the thoughts that were on her mind. "But Dumbledore..."
"I told you, Hermione," Harry said quietly when she fell silent without finishing the sentence. "He isn't all the things you think, even thought life feels simpler when you can lean on him."
Hermione slowly nodded, almost as if she agreed against her will. "I thought about a lot of things over the summer, things about Dumbledore and-" She swallowed and looked away, her voice slightly raspy when she continued. "-and Harry."
Harry watched her quietly, hiding the surprise and wonder he felt since he'd thought they'd all forgotten or ignored him over the summer, and know she said she'd worried about him. Instead of showing his feelings, he gave her a quietly encouraging nod, and she swallowed before continuing, her eyes swiping the library to see if anyone was close enough to hear them.
"It's just strange, that Dumbledore would... that he would..." she cut herself off and shook her head. "I really shouldn't be telling you this," she whispered.
"You don't think I can keep a secret, Hermione?" he asked with a slight smile, knowing that a bit of hurt shone thought his blue eyes, letting her know that her distrust pained him.
Brown eyes shifted between his blue, watching him intently, searching. Then she sighed, and quietly asked "Do you know... where Harry was sent over the summer and why?"
"To his relatives because there were bloodwards around the house that would protect him," Harry answered while hiding the bitterness that bubbled to life at the thought of the protection he'd received.
"Yes," Hermione agreed, and if she was surprised that he knew, she didn't show it. "A bloodward, which involves bloodmagic. I researched it during the summer, and the wards could not possibly have been working after You-Know-Who took Harry's blood at the graveyard, and Dumbledore knew that Harry was mistreated at his relative's and hated going there - we all knew that. So why did he sent him back there?" She shook her head as if frustrated with herself, as if she couldn't forgive herself for not having figured it out, and she was frowning when she looked back at Harry.
"What if Dumbledore knew all that but sent him back anyway... deliberately?" Harry suggested quietly, raising his brows.
"But why would he do that?" Hermione countered, disbelief in her voice as she obviously didn't want to think of these things, didn't want to think the things she thought, but she couldn't stop herself, her hunger for knowledge driving her on. "To do that deliberately would mean that he didn't care for Harry's wellbeing at all!"
Harry simply nodded in agreeing, not saying anything, but Hermione still paled. Then she shook her head abruptly and stood from her seat, the books and parchments gathered in her arms. Before she turned away and left, she hesitated and looked at him with uncertainty, then shook her head weakly one last time.
Watching her leave, Harry realized he'd gotten her to think, to look past her barriers of "knowledge" of who Dumbledore was, and maybe, just maybe, she would reach the same conclusion that he had; that Dumbledore used his fatherly and caring facade to get people to do what he wanted them to, when he didn't really care for them at all. The manipulation and deceit was worse then the one Voldemort used, since he didn't hide it as well, partly because everyone expected him to be manipulative, someone you couldn't trust.
Dumbledore, on the other hand, you trusted. You were willing to believe what he believed and to sacrifice everything for it - until you realized the truth and your whole world was cast into chaos.
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The rest of the week passed peacefully from there on, the stories of people using pills to skip class quickly spreading and multiplying as more and more students bought pills from the twins. Apparently, the twins specifically recommended using the pills to avoid Umbridge's lessons, since Harry soon heard stories of Defence lessons that turned into chaos as half of the class fell sick, claiming it was the "Umbridge-itis" that some ingenious student had made up, and the rest of the student body had picked up on the name and now used it frequently to avoid Defence Against Dark Arts. Harry used it as well when their Thursday lesson came, and Draco, Teo and Pansy had to make joint efforts to "take care of" him and Blaise, as they'd both taken half a pill of Fever Fudge to disable themselves from attending.
The pills weren't used as plenteously in other classes though, and the teachers seemed to find out the truth about the sudden sickness so quickly it was scary, which soon made it close to impossible to use the pills to avoid Transfiguration and Potions since McGonagall and Snape would simply tell the ill student to take the other half of the pill and quit disturbing the class. However, the teachers seemed to have "forgotten" to enlighten Umbridge of this, as she remained none the wiser of the pills' existence.
Harry hadn't realized, however, how strong the teachers' dislike for the pink toad was until McGonagall came across them when the Weasley twins were giving him new pills. They stood in an empty corridor during lunch hour, when the majority of the school's population was located in the Great Hall, and hadn't expected anyone to find them, therefore lacking their usual caution as George handed over a familiar miniature flask with pills in, which Harry by now easily identified by their colouring. Just as he reached to take the bottle, McGonagall rounded the corner and stopped to take in the picture in front of her, which was far more revealing then could possibly be necessary. The three students froze, staring at the stern professor, not even Fred and George trying to worm their way out of the situation.
"I assume those are the pills used to cause Umbridge-itis?" McGonagall asked after a tense moment of silence.
"Yes, professor," Harry answered quietly, not seeing any reason to lie. He took the flask from George's hand and put it in his pocket defiantly, giving McGonagall a challenging look, silently questioning what she was going to do about it.
"If I ever suspect that you have used those pills in Transfiguration, the consequences will be most severe," she warned sternly, giving him a pointed look as she pursed her lips.
"Of course, professor," Harry agreed, seriousness in his gaze. "I wouldn't expect any less."
A rare, slight smile touched her lips for a moment, and she nodded to him as if crediting him for something. "Good, then I wish you a good evening, boys. Please do carry on."
As soon as she'd left, once again disappeared out of sight around the corner, the twins turned to each other with identical grins on their freckled faces.
"Wicked!" they chorused, and Harry agreed with a smile.
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It was Friday and their last lesson for the day, before the weekend could begin and they could sleep as long as they wished and only had to concern themselves with school enough to get homework and essays done. Most looked forwards to spending their days outside in the last of the late summer sun, as October had arrived and with it the weather had become more chilled, as if someone up there kept track of the calendar and saw that it was time to begin with the autumn more seriously now that September had come to an end.
Harry stood by the workbench squashing boom berries to get as much of their restorative juice out of them as possible before he added them to the simmering potion that stood beside him, just a few ingredients added so far and the potion therefore nowhere near the deep purple colour it was supposed to have when finished. To his defence, they were only 20 minutes into the lesson and still had 40 minutes to go, so it wasn't as if he needed to hurry. In fact, a quick glance around the room showed that most of his classmates hadn't made it as far as he had, and when he happened to meet Snape's gaze, he was rewarded with a small nod of acknowledgement.
With a slight smile on his lips, he returned his attention to the potion, meaning to prepare the rest of the ingredients while the potion simmered a few required minutes. However, he only had time to clasp the knife before a sweet, thick scent hit him, his whole body freezing in place as the sweet smell ensnared him in a ruthless grip. He distantly heard Snape order someone to "take the other half of the pill and stop making a bigger fool of herself then she already was just because she couldn't make a potion properly", but the clipped tone of the potions master seemed to come from far away, and even thought he clearly heard the words, he couldn't comprehend their meaning.
The instincts of his vampire inside told him to attack, to launch himself at the human who was gushing blood in front of him on purpose, practically offering the blood to him. His breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving, his upper lip lifting as his fangs lengthened, his nostrils flaring and his eyes widening, his gaze slowly moving to the blood dripping from a workbench on the other side of the room to splat onto the floor where a small pool of red liquid was gathering, calling out to him.
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Draco sighed when Millicent burst out in nose blood and rolled his eyes as it was painfully obvious that she'd caused the attack herself by taking Nosebleed Nougat. Why she even bothered trying was beyond him, even if she was horrible at brewing potions, since it was no longer possible to fool Snape with the pills. Disregarding the minor chaos she was creating, even as Snape snapped at her to take the other half of the pill that would make her better, he turned back to his potion with every intention of finishing it while ignoring the tumult on the other side of the classroom.
Hearing a knife clatter onto the workbench beside his own, he glanced sideways to see what had happened, mostly to assure that he wasn't in any way endangered by the disasters that regularly broke out during Potions, and spotted Elijah standing rigid by his potion, his blue eyes having attained a wild, animalistic edge as his gaze was locked onto the blood dripping from Millicent's workbench.
Oh shit, was the first thought that crossed his mind, the kind of thing he would never say out loud since it was below him, but in the sanctuary of his mind where no one would hear his thoughts, they were allowed to live and take whichever form they wanted. Then he put his hand over Elijah's mouth and nose to dull the scent of blood he must be smelling, and threw his free arm around his waist, pulling the slightly shorter teen against his own chest to keep him from the dripping blood that must be oh so tempting, which was proven by the fact that his vampiric side seemed to have taken control completely, the lust for blood pushing the more human side of Elijah aside.
Elijah froze in his arms, every muscle in his lithe body tense and ready to act so that he'd be able to break free from Draco's grip that was keeping him from the dripping blood. Then he took a deep breath, his breath ghosting between Draco's fingers, and his tense muscles relaxed once he recognized the smell of Draco, a smell he undoubtedly should recognize since he'd given his blood willingly twice and... well, done other things as well. Elijah didn't remain still for long, however, as he soon attempted to turn around, undoubtedly wanting to get to Draco's pale neck where it'd be easy to get to his blood instead of Millicent's.
"Soon," Draco promised in Elijah's ear, feeling the vampire relax slightly at the realization that blood wouldn't be denied him. Then he turned to Snape, who was quite busy snapping at Millicent who still hadn't taken the other half of the pill.
"Professor? Elijah's got a phobia of blood, so can we...?"
Black eyes turned to them, one of them twitching slightly as the potions master realized what was happening, and then he jerked his head towards the door before he turned his black glare to Millicent again. Hoping that no one had managed to take in the state Elijah was in and figured something out from that, Draco quickly led the vampire out of the classroom and a bit down the corridor until they reached a narrow tapestry showing an old woman looking much like a seal who was drinking tea from expensive-looking china. Draco pushed the tapestry aside unceremoniously, making the seal-woman give an undignified yelp, but Draco ignored her as he pulled Elijah into the hidden, narrow staircase that lay behind the tapestry.
As soon as the tapestry had fallen back into place behind them, darkness settled over them and he relinquished his hold of Elijah since this was a good a hiding place as any, except for one of their beds in the dorm, but they didn't have the time to go there - or rather, Elijah's vampire didn't have the patience to go there. He abruptly found himself pressed against the wall, Elijah's hands clutching his shoulders much like claws would and holding him in place so that he wouldn't have been able to escape if he'd wanted to. He glimpsed animalistic need and wildness in those blue eyes, all the usual innocence gone without a trace, and felt a thrill run down his spine at the notion that he was at the mercy of a wild vampire that was, quite obviously, all but submissive.
Their momentary eye-contact was broken as Elijah tilted his head to the side and took a sniff of Draco's neck, the tip of his nose lightly tracing the vein pulsing just under the pale skin, and Draco could feel his pulse speed up as his heart beat madly in his chest and he waited with exhilaration for whatever was to come. He leaned his head to the side to show submission to the vampire and grant better access, and gained a growl of possessiveness in return before a tongue darted out to wet his skin, quickly going from gentle probing to lapping. Draco found himself biting his bottom lip to stop himself from making any embarrassing sounds, unused to be the one on the receiving end of pleasure like this as he tended to be the one who lavished attention onto Elijah, always being the one to initiate their wanking sessions.
The tongue soon withdrew and Draco felt a slight prickling as if needles were being held against his neck, and then Elijah bit down, his fangs penetrating Draco's pale skin and finding the targeted vein, lips sealing around the bite to prevent any leaking blood from escaping and being spilt as the blonde started sucking greedily, his tongue rubbing lightly to rouse the blood flow. Gasping, Draco sagged against the wall and his head fell limply to the side in complete submission, leaving himself at the mercy of a hungry vampire. The danger only made it all the more exciting, thought, and Draco shivered, his eyes slipping shut and his body weak to the point where Elijah was the one holding him up, stopping him from sliding to the floor in a boneless heap.
Seeing as he wasn't about to resist, Elijah moved his hands from his shoulders and let them wander inwards to fleetingly caress his collarbone before firmly stroking down his sides, a shiver wrecking his body at the resolute touch that quite clearly showed who was in charge. An involuntary gasp broke free between his lips when Elijah grabbed his hips and thrust his own hips forwards, grinding his erection against Draco's awakening one, lips and tongue relentlessly working on his neck all the while, causing him to moan. He soon found himself tangling his fingers through long, blonde stands that had escaped the ribbon usually holding them, and he wasn't quite sure how his hands got there but he didn't have anything against it as it gave him the opportunity to pull Elijah closer while wishing he would free Draco's hips so that he'd be able to grind back, wanting to get more of the delicious friction between them.
A possessive growl vibrated in Elijah's throat, making Draco moan yet again as the vibrations travelled to his own neck, and then Elijah pressed himself closer, the grinding growing more frenzied as they both neared completion. It didn't take long until they both came, gasping and shivering as they orgasmed, and Draco moaned again when Elijah extracted his teeth to rest his chin on Draco's shoulder, his forehead leaning against the cool stone of the wall and his laboured breathing washing over Draco's oversensitive neck. Now that the adrenaline and the haze of pleasure were withdrawing, leaving him slightly shaky, Draco realized it was good that they'd stopped since he felt rather light-headed and a bit dizzy, no doubt due to blood loss.
Their panting filled the silence of the hidden passage, their laboured breathing slowly evening out as they came down from their highs, their rapidly beating hearts returning to their normal rhythm. After a few minutes where they stayed immobile against the wall, Draco felt Elijah shift a bit as he lifted his arm before he rubbed the sleeve of his robe against Draco's neck to rid of the blood that had spilled.
"Sorry," he mumbled quietly, the words a mere whisper against Draco's shoulder.
"What for?" Draco mumbled in response, still not having recovered enough to move or do anything more taxing then speak.
"I..." he gulped, clearly uncomfortable with the topic."I lost control completely, and..."
"I can't say I mind," Draco answered with a slight smile, remembering the possessiveness and control that the vampire had radiated, its domination complete as it took what it wanted, giving pleasure in return. "A bit of variation is always good."
Elijah pushed back a bit, a hand against the wall to keep himself steady as he looked Draco in the eye, apparently searching for any clue that he might be lying. Seemingly content with what he found, he gave a slight smile in return and nodded, turning towards the opening that would let them out into the corridor on the other side of the tapestry.
Wanting to reclaim a bit of the control he'd so far had in their unusual relationship, Draco leaned forward and put a hand to the back of Elijah's neck, turning his own body to the side and pressing their lips together. They both moaned, pleasure easily roused in their still sensitive bodies, and Draco stroked a hand down Elijah's cheek as he darted his tongue out and swept it across Elijah's plump bottom lip. Another moan spilled from Elijah's lips, straight into Draco's mouth, but before he was able to respond to the sudden and unexpected kiss, Draco pulled back and went to the tapestry, a smirk on his lips as he took in the flush covering Elijah's face and the slightly stunned look in his blue eyes.
Blue eyes that still managed to look innocent, in spite of what they'd just done. The realization awoke his lust again, and for a moment he considered walking up to Elijah and trap him against the wall for a second time, then he took a step back and felt the tapestry against his back and swept a hand out to move it aside, the light of the corridor falling into their hiding place and dispelling the moment.
"Oh dear Merlin!" the seal-woman on the tapestry exclaimed breathlessly, her face flushed as she fanned it with her hand. "The strength of youth is really astounding! If you ever need to hide away again, don't hesitate to come here!" she giggled before slipping out of view, leaving tea spilled onto the table cloth.
I'll be going to Spain with my parents for a week, so it might take a while before the next chapter comes out. You've been warned! :) On the other hand, "a while" is usually 5 weeks instead of 4 when it comes to me... ^^