I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. And I'm not making any money off of J. K. Rowling's creations. Come to think of it, isn't this really a total waste of time?
OH! And this is the gangs' 6th year at Hogwarts, and the current whereabouts of Voldemort, and his Death Eaters, including Snape, are unknown.
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Draco stands there in a whorl of daisies while Harry, quite literally, runs away from him. He watches the figure in black dash towards the large oak doors. Probably up to Spell Casting in Weird Places class.
Draco stands there for quite awhile.
Fine. That's bloody fine. That's bloody FUCKIN' fine! If he wants to be alone, let him! He can stand there next time in this goddamn field as long as he pleases ALONE. Stupid jerk! Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid...
Suddenly Draco realizes he isn't calling Harry stupid, but himself. Why would Harry want to talk to him in the first place? He's in Slytherin while Harry's in Gryffindor, sworn enemies remember? Draco's supposed to be his rival. But would it ever occur to Harry that he actually hated being the fuckin' bad guy all the time? 'Course not. Harry was satisfied with being the bloody hero all the time. 'Course, he didn't look too satisfied a while ago. Why was he alone, any ways? Why wasn't he with-?
Oh crap, he had class!
In a flurry of robs Draco rushes up to his next class, Evolution of Magic, in the upper dungeon area.
When he finally gets there ("Late! Five points from Slytherin!"), he carefully avoids sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, his lackeys, and instead makes his way to the back of the class. He ignores the lecture and is the only kid in class not to be awed when the teacher depicts the grisly misspelled animagi before the spell was censored.
He is too busy thinking. Mostly it is of how much he hates Potter and what he would love to do to him. But he's yet to be distracted...
"Draco..." a seductive voice says in his ear. The immediate sensation of the warm, wet, breath against his ear makes him feel drowsy and content. Dreamlike.
He knows from the scent of breath, the rustle of hair, and the voice who it is. He met her last year. She's his age but she missed her first four years of Hogwarts due to a mysterious illness. She immediately focused upon him. Maybe because she felt he was a kindred spirit. She loves to be petted and hates it when she isn't given attention. Incredibly intelligent, beautiful, and graceful, she has absolutely everything most boys his age want. But she doesn't want any of them. She wants him.
He turns to look at her. Her intense violet eyes seem to shimmer in the dim light of classroom. Her lips are inches away from his mouth. Her long blonde hair, just slightly wavy, brushes against his cheek. Beyond the red lips, hidden by her pink tongue, is the reason everyone fears her.
Fangs.
Rose is part vampire.
Just how much vampire, Draco doesn't know. He's never asked. He knows Rose is alone. She isn't accepted because of the blood that she drinks instead of food. Cow blood. Not human blood. But it's still blood.
For a very long time, Rose has been Draco's respite from the outside world.
He opens his arm to her, and she moves close to him, resting her head against his chest, her fragile body in his lap. She's incredibly warm. He isn't worried about the teacher getting mad at them. He even worried about being noticed. Rose has a hypnotic effect on people. Something only she knows the full extent of.
"What are you thinking about?" she breaths. Her voice his deep and soft. Like a rose petal.
"Potter."
He can feel her smile, baring her fangs. "Want me to eat him for you?"
"No," he says, and sighs.
"Meet me by the wild oak tonight."
She's offered this midnight meeting to him many times. He's always refused. Never meet a vampire at night. Especially one who says she loves you. Even more so if you're attracted to her.
"No."
She frowns. "Then at least let me do something for you."
He thinks. "Kiss me."
Her lips are soft and hard at the same time. But her mouth is cold. Her tongue is strong and alive, gently pulling his into deeper into her. She presses harder against him. He can't breath, and yet he can't seem to stop. Ah God, make it stop...
He pulls away to catch his breath and sees out of the corner of his eye her smile. It's quite scary.
"Come on. Class is over. Lover."
The last word sends chills down to his spine. He exits the classroom, and Crabbe and Goyle materializes at his side. Rose creeps away at the site of them and is lost into the shadows.
His next class is Spell Casting in Weird Places, up in one of the high towers. The stairs are killers, incredibly steep and small.
Draco's thoughts turn to Potter. He wonders if Harry's ever even kissed a girl. Draco has many many times. Draco's also gone further than kissing, but that's his and hers' secret. Christ, has Harry ever even felt anything for a girl? Well, he was always around Hermione, but now she's with-
And Draco trips.
Flat on his face. Books clattering down. Papers fly through the air. Bruises are felt on his legs.
Laughter from the Hufflepuff class coming down the stairs. Cheeks burn red. Fuckin' perfect, Draco.
He sees shoes in from of him. Rather crummy tennis shoes. He doesn't look up. He doesn't want to see who it is.
He looks up.
Harry Potter.
It's always Harry Potter.
At this moment Harry's at a conundrum. Here's his enemy, completely prostrated before him. He should feel glee, and a part of him does. But everybody's laughing. Including the redhead at his side.
Harry knows what it's like to be laughed at.
So he holds his hand out to Draco.
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Yes, well, I'm listening to very odd music right now and that's my excuse. I needed Rose there because Draco needs someone to talk to. Crabbe and Goyle simply wouldn't do. Plus, Draco's a rich pretty boy, think he isn't without women? More than half the fan girls I know would love to open their arms to him. And yes, a friendship is going to be building. Plus, with Rose running around, things are going to be quite sexy, so the rating might go up to R in later chapters. Review please!
OH! And this is the gangs' 6th year at Hogwarts, and the current whereabouts of Voldemort, and his Death Eaters, including Snape, are unknown.
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Draco stands there in a whorl of daisies while Harry, quite literally, runs away from him. He watches the figure in black dash towards the large oak doors. Probably up to Spell Casting in Weird Places class.
Draco stands there for quite awhile.
Fine. That's bloody fine. That's bloody FUCKIN' fine! If he wants to be alone, let him! He can stand there next time in this goddamn field as long as he pleases ALONE. Stupid jerk! Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid...
Suddenly Draco realizes he isn't calling Harry stupid, but himself. Why would Harry want to talk to him in the first place? He's in Slytherin while Harry's in Gryffindor, sworn enemies remember? Draco's supposed to be his rival. But would it ever occur to Harry that he actually hated being the fuckin' bad guy all the time? 'Course not. Harry was satisfied with being the bloody hero all the time. 'Course, he didn't look too satisfied a while ago. Why was he alone, any ways? Why wasn't he with-?
Oh crap, he had class!
In a flurry of robs Draco rushes up to his next class, Evolution of Magic, in the upper dungeon area.
When he finally gets there ("Late! Five points from Slytherin!"), he carefully avoids sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, his lackeys, and instead makes his way to the back of the class. He ignores the lecture and is the only kid in class not to be awed when the teacher depicts the grisly misspelled animagi before the spell was censored.
He is too busy thinking. Mostly it is of how much he hates Potter and what he would love to do to him. But he's yet to be distracted...
"Draco..." a seductive voice says in his ear. The immediate sensation of the warm, wet, breath against his ear makes him feel drowsy and content. Dreamlike.
He knows from the scent of breath, the rustle of hair, and the voice who it is. He met her last year. She's his age but she missed her first four years of Hogwarts due to a mysterious illness. She immediately focused upon him. Maybe because she felt he was a kindred spirit. She loves to be petted and hates it when she isn't given attention. Incredibly intelligent, beautiful, and graceful, she has absolutely everything most boys his age want. But she doesn't want any of them. She wants him.
He turns to look at her. Her intense violet eyes seem to shimmer in the dim light of classroom. Her lips are inches away from his mouth. Her long blonde hair, just slightly wavy, brushes against his cheek. Beyond the red lips, hidden by her pink tongue, is the reason everyone fears her.
Fangs.
Rose is part vampire.
Just how much vampire, Draco doesn't know. He's never asked. He knows Rose is alone. She isn't accepted because of the blood that she drinks instead of food. Cow blood. Not human blood. But it's still blood.
For a very long time, Rose has been Draco's respite from the outside world.
He opens his arm to her, and she moves close to him, resting her head against his chest, her fragile body in his lap. She's incredibly warm. He isn't worried about the teacher getting mad at them. He even worried about being noticed. Rose has a hypnotic effect on people. Something only she knows the full extent of.
"What are you thinking about?" she breaths. Her voice his deep and soft. Like a rose petal.
"Potter."
He can feel her smile, baring her fangs. "Want me to eat him for you?"
"No," he says, and sighs.
"Meet me by the wild oak tonight."
She's offered this midnight meeting to him many times. He's always refused. Never meet a vampire at night. Especially one who says she loves you. Even more so if you're attracted to her.
"No."
She frowns. "Then at least let me do something for you."
He thinks. "Kiss me."
Her lips are soft and hard at the same time. But her mouth is cold. Her tongue is strong and alive, gently pulling his into deeper into her. She presses harder against him. He can't breath, and yet he can't seem to stop. Ah God, make it stop...
He pulls away to catch his breath and sees out of the corner of his eye her smile. It's quite scary.
"Come on. Class is over. Lover."
The last word sends chills down to his spine. He exits the classroom, and Crabbe and Goyle materializes at his side. Rose creeps away at the site of them and is lost into the shadows.
His next class is Spell Casting in Weird Places, up in one of the high towers. The stairs are killers, incredibly steep and small.
Draco's thoughts turn to Potter. He wonders if Harry's ever even kissed a girl. Draco has many many times. Draco's also gone further than kissing, but that's his and hers' secret. Christ, has Harry ever even felt anything for a girl? Well, he was always around Hermione, but now she's with-
And Draco trips.
Flat on his face. Books clattering down. Papers fly through the air. Bruises are felt on his legs.
Laughter from the Hufflepuff class coming down the stairs. Cheeks burn red. Fuckin' perfect, Draco.
He sees shoes in from of him. Rather crummy tennis shoes. He doesn't look up. He doesn't want to see who it is.
He looks up.
Harry Potter.
It's always Harry Potter.
At this moment Harry's at a conundrum. Here's his enemy, completely prostrated before him. He should feel glee, and a part of him does. But everybody's laughing. Including the redhead at his side.
Harry knows what it's like to be laughed at.
So he holds his hand out to Draco.
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Yes, well, I'm listening to very odd music right now and that's my excuse. I needed Rose there because Draco needs someone to talk to. Crabbe and Goyle simply wouldn't do. Plus, Draco's a rich pretty boy, think he isn't without women? More than half the fan girls I know would love to open their arms to him. And yes, a friendship is going to be building. Plus, with Rose running around, things are going to be quite sexy, so the rating might go up to R in later chapters. Review please!