Blood and Promises
chapter 5- Rush
He pulled on a fitted black t-shirt and his long black leather jacket, white scarf completing the outfit, and picked up his briefcase and keys. Ron had called him that morning and told him what was up the Ryu, and contrary to popular belief, he knew very well that Ryu Takai was actually Draco Malfoy. He also knew that he was 50% Wizard, and 50% Vampire Veela. He had made the connection shortly after Ron had put Ryu in the whitness protection program the Phoenix Foundation had created. The part he didn't understand was why Ron had thought it best not to tell him. As the founder of the Phoenix, and as the Ministry's head Auror, he had right to know, didn't he? He picked up his sunglasses and pocketed them before leaving.
Once in the car, he plugged in his ear piece and took the cloaking charm off of the key pad on his steering wheel and door panel. He typed a few commands and let it ring. He knew she'd pick up.
"Parkinson."
"You had better be ready for me."
"You had better watch yourself, Potter. He's dangerous right now."
"Why, not getting enough from you?"
He cut the line and floored it. If he was lucky, he'd make it to the Manhattan safe house within the hour, and be back at his flat with Draco before Lucius landed at JFK.
~!*!~
She pulled her dark hair up into a tight bun and pulled on a two sizes too big black sweater. She was all too aware of the grey eyes watching her as she lit a cigarette.
"What?"
"Potter's coming, isn't he?"
"What did you expect them to do, leave you with me? I don't have Potter's power, let alone his methods and
contacts. I'm not qualified for that
kind of work."
"So you're just giving up on me?"
"What? No, of course not. I promised you that I would protect you, and
I intend to do that until the end, but Potter's got the clearance for
everything. He's trained to
battle. For Merlin's sake, Draco, he's
defeated Voldermont, and survived the killing curse four times!"
"That doesn't mean he'll be able to deal with me."
"I beg to differ, Mr. Malfoy."
They looked to the door, only to see Pavrati Patil standing in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a tight tank top, denim jacket over it. She floated a large trunk into the room, and then another, setting them down by the small couch. Pansy looked at her like she'd grown two heads, and Draco's brow furrowed in confusion. Pavrati smirked and opened both.
"From Hannah." she said, pulling a silver vial from the trunk.
"The Abbot girl?" asked Draco, getting up to inspect the rest of the vials. There must have been a thousand of them.
"Hufflepuffs are loyal and hard working. When Harry put the call in this mo'ning, she got right on the phone with Gringotts Blood Bank division. Bill was more than helpful."
"How much did this cost?"
"Not a damn thing, considering that her family's funded its research for the
past 200 years."
Draco sniffed the vial Pavrati handed him, and his eyes shot up to meet her cerulean ones [1]. She smirked and pulled a deep red cloth off the top layer of the second trunk. Inside were numerous bottles of potions, one of which was a Reform, books on Veela and Vampires, Incubi and Suucubi, and on many other subjects that Pansy and Draco had no intent of reading. She replaced the cloth and closed both as her ear piece went off. She cast a Feather Weight charm on both trunks, and set them in the corner. She pressed a button on her watch and turned away from the two.
"He's here?"
"Yeah. He's got the briefcase."
"Okay. Make sure no one follows him down, or I'll have your head Kit."
"You got it."
She turned back to two, and finally took in Draco's appearance. His eyes, which had at one point been Reformed to amber, were again silver-grey, and his hair was was starting to grow out platinum again, as opposed to the black he'd been using. His skin tone was darker than he remembered, but it wasn't important. That would wear off in a few hours, and he'd again look like the Draco Malfoy she knew from Hogwarts. The only exceptions would be that he's now a good 5' 11", built like a strong swimmer, and his hair was longer, reaching his shoulders. He still had impecable taste, which she could see from the clubbing clothes he wore now. Tight red vinyl pants that zipped down the sides, black combat boots with red laces, a tight black cotton muscle shirt with a black satin shirt over it, red flames on the front. A pentacle hung around his neck from a black leather cord, as did a small dragon pendant, an ice-blue stont in its claws. He had spiked punk gloves on, and Pavrati had to chuckle at the silver and green ring he wore on his right hand.
"Slytherin Pride always was a big thing for you." she said, motioning to the ring.
"It's the one thing I did that was never a deciding factor in my bastard of a father's eyes."
They were silent as the door opened, and Draco stood and walked into the small kitchen as Harry walked in. He wasn't about to step into the personal space of a legenday Wizard without prior consent. Not in the state he was in anyway. He ignored their conversation, trying to tune out the thirst that had erupted in the back of his throat. He knew that it wasn't a good thing, especially with the damn head of the Phoenix standing in the other room.
"Malfoy." he heard his name, but didn't move. "Malfoy."
He couldn't move. His father. Was here. In New York. There was no way he'd have time to cover his tracks after leaving here. With Vampires in Lucius' employment, there was no way he could out run them.
"Malfoy."
Sliver-grey locked with emerald, and he repressed the urge to bare his fangs. He was so hungry all of a sudden, and he knew it wasn't just the Vampire in him, but the Veela as well.
"We've got to go. This isn't the safest place for you anymore."
"I can't go with you Potter. There's no way you could deal with me."
"I've been watching you since the damn Phoenix put you under his protection, so
I think I've got a good grasp on how you work.
Come on."
"I said I can't go."
"You're a sitting duck if you stay here."
"I'd rather be a sitting duck than try my hand at supressing this."
Harry's eyes narrowed and he put a hand to Draco's cheek, pulling his lip back. His canines were fully extended, and he could feel the Veela instinct in him trying to surface. He smirked and stepped closer, pressing his lips to the blonde man's ear.
"I promise, you can dance all you want once we get to the Flat."
He didn't give Malfoy a chance to react, he just sucked on his earrings, pulling back and walking into the living room. Draco couldn't speak.
Potter, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into . he thought, walking out to pocket one of the shrunken trunks.
I beg to differ Malfoy, I know exactly what I'm doing. Grab your jacket, and act like one of the prostitutes I passed on my way in.
He gawked at Harry as he walked out of the safe house. How could he pick up on his thoughts? Between his mixed bloodlines, he had one of the most dificult wavelengths to pick up on that he'd ever encountered, and he knew for a fact that there was nothing other than Wizard in Harry.
Hurry up Malfoy, I haven't got all night.
He grabbed his soft brown leather jacket, and ran to catch up to the older looking Wizard. He'd have a hard time explaining the difference in their appearances, if Harry didn't already know. Draco guessed that he did.
They stepped out of the long hallway into a loud club, Hades Playground by name, and Harry put his sunglasses on. Draco didn't ask why. He guessed that Harry's vision was incredibly sharp, and that the light irritated him, but he couldn't be sure. He followed close behind as they exited, Harry passing a 100 dollar bill to the bouncer, and found himself looking at a black Lamborghini. He'd seen them before, but never had the priviledge of riding in one.
"That yours?" he purred, pressing into the dark haired mans back.
"Yes, and if you get anything on the seats, you're as good as dead."
It was the only warning he got before Harry moved away and got into the car. The engine roared to life, and Draco felt the seat vibrate as he sat down. Harry pressed a button on the dash and it stopped. He smirked and pressed the same button.
"I like this."
"Good, 'cause you'll be seeing quite a bit of this car."
"Oh really?"
"We leave for my house in the country tomorrow night."
"Won't this be a little out of place 'in the country', Potter?"
"You forget about magic, Malfoy. I can
transfigure this baby into any car I want."
"Considering that I haven't used magic since before Graduation…"
"We'll be changing that very soon then, because you're going
to have to use it if you're going to be living with me."
"Can't exist as a Muggle, Potter?"
"I can exist just fine, but we can't work without magic."
"We? Work? What?"
"Consider yourself an 'agent in training', Mr. Malfoy, because from this day
forward, you're on the Phoenix's payroll."
Draco sat back, and watched as the world sped by. He was going to be inducted into the Phoenix? Since when do they grant Death Eater's son's the priviledge of becoming one of them? One of the good guys?
Draco hadn't even realized that they were stopped until Harry put a hand on his thigh. He jumped, eyes flashing ice blue as he hissed at the smirking Gryffindor.
"Wow, what a rush." Harry chuckled, "do you make noises like that in bed too, or is that privledge reserved for enemies only?"
"Fuck you Potter."
"Wouldn't mind if you did."
The Slytherin stared at him as the still chuckling man walked into his building. The feeling that washed over him was so intense it almost made him dizzy.
What a rush, indeed Potter.
~TBC~
Well, I guess this gave you a definitly look at Harry's outlook on the situation. You'll find out why he's so eager to make passes ad Draco in the next chapter. You'll also find out more about those vials, and Draco's bloodline.
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