I promised to post the first chapter of my new dramione when I had a thousand followers on Twitter, and I already have almost 1200 so... here we are lmao.

This story will be quite a bit darker than anything I've written so far.

As always, the characters and universe of Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rowling, but this story is mine.

You can also read it on Ao3.

*Warning: This story contains violence and sexual content*


Chapter One

Prologue


Anything that happens can be a gift or a curse, depending on how you look at it.

And Draco was sure what had happened to him was the latter.

It had taken him a week to figure it out after waking up very confused in his room at Malfoy Manor.

He blinked, sweeping his eyes across the canopy of his bed until his gaze drifted to the left.

The first thing he saw was his mother, half asleep in an armchair at the foot of the bed with her wand in her hands.

Draco sat up on the mattress, gently shaking her.

Her tears of joy when she saw him awake made his heart shrink. He had been in a magically-induced coma for two weeks, recovering from his near-death at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Narcissa was the one still nursing his wounds. They hadn't wanted to take him to St. Mungo's for fear of reprisals.

Draco placed a hand on his neck, tracing the huge scar across his throat.

He had no idea what had happened, so he asked his mother to show him her memories.

What he saw in them left him speechless.

Narcissa was running along the edges of the Forbidden Forest with Lucius at her side while dodging spells and curses coming from all directions, hiding from giant spiders and hugging each other every time a Dementor passed by.

They had wandered into the chaos of battle with one goal in mind.

To find their son.

Lucius was the only one with a wand. Narcissa's had ended up in Draco's hands when Potter and his friends had escaped the manor, taking his and his aunt's with them.

And it hadn't done him any good to have it. He hadn't been able to protect himself and had nearly died.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix looked at them with suspicion whenever they came across each other, but none of them raised their wands against the Malfoys.

They knew they were not their enemies. Not that night.

Narcissa had lied to the Dark Lord to save her son and she wasn't going to stop until she found him.

It all became a blur when they discovered someone with blond hair lying by the roots of a tree, and Draco knew it was because his mother had been on the verge of fainting.

She didn't let go of Lucius' arm as they both ran towards the black lump.

His breath hitched as Narcissa turned his body gently and he saw his own face.

The moonlight illuminated it, showing the horror he had suffered that he could not remember.

He was as pale as a corpse and looked as if someone had bled him dry. The Draco of the memory had his throat torn open and was lying in a pool of his own blood.

Narcissa's sobs as Lucius pulled a vial from his pocket and opened his son's mouth chilled his blood.

His father had to lift his head with one hand to make Draco swallow the scarlet potion. Despite everything, he was still alive.

He watched himself slowly open his eyes and look up at his mother as he blinked nonstop, trying not to lose consciousness again.

He parted his lips, but no sound came out of his throat. His vocal cords were probably shredded.

Narcissa held his hands and tried to calm him as Lucius placed his wand over the huge wound in an attempt to close it.

The last thing he saw in the memory was Minsy appearing beside them and apparating them all to Malfoy Manor, taking them off the Hogwarts grounds.

Draco still had nightmares at night with the image of his own body covered in blood.

Despite the care of his mother and the elves he still felt very weak, and it was getting worse every day.

The only thing that increased was his thirst for revenge. He would not stop until he found the son of a bitch who had done this to him.

Just a week after his awakening his mother was in the same room as him, sitting at the desk while he tried to concentrate on reading.

The scratching of her quill was all that could be heard.

Draco was finding it harder and harder to ignore the fire inside his throat, which would not subside no matter how much water he drank.

And the book in his hands was confirming his worst suspicions.

He heard a small gasp from his mother and looked up just in time to see her holding up her index finger.

She had cut herself with the tip of the quill.

Draco felt his breath catch as he saw the small drop of blood rolling down her skin.

A strong impulse surged in his chest, making him want to leap at his mother, but he managed to restrain himself in time and fell to his knees on the floor.

Narcissa turned her head and looked at him with a worried expression.

"What is it, Draco? Are you dizzy again?"

He shook his head, getting up on shaky legs and moving away from her as fast as he could until his back hit the wall.

The smell of blood was overwhelming and had permeated inside his nostrils. He needed to get out of there and get some fresh air.

His hand found the doorknob and he pushed the door open, running down the hallway without looking back.

As he walked away from it he was able to breathe again, but he didn't stop until he reached the door of the manor and opened it.

He stepped out into the gigantic garden, frowning at the last rays of dusk tinting the sky orange.

The sunlight was more annoying than ever, and now he understood why.

Draco watched his sunlit hand carefully as he walked to the gate surrounding the manor.

It was as pale as ever, though there was no sunburn.

How was that possible?

He should have turned to ashes, but nothing was happening. It didn't even hurt.

Draco placed a hand on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he tapped on the gate with his wand.

It creaked open and he went through it with a furrowed brow.

What the hell was happening to him?

He hid in his pocket the wand Potter had returned to his mother days after the battle and entered the small forest that surrounded his home. It was full of paths where the inhabitants of Westbury, the nearest Muggle village, used to stroll.

A pleasant scent caught his attention and he followed it, weaving through the undergrowth and silencing his steps so as not to make a sound.

Fifteen minutes later he found them. Two Muggles.

They were carrying backpacks and looked like they were hiking. Draco narrowed his eyes as he saw them kissing and heard a feminine giggle.

A man and a woman, probably in their thirties. And they were alone.

The same wild impulse he had felt just a short time before coursed through his veins as he got a better look at them.

The woman had a small cut on her knee that had stopped bleeding. But he could smell it.

Draco bit his lower lip impatiently, waiting for the right moment to show himself to them.

The Muggles walked on as they surveyed their surroundings with smiles on their faces. The woman gave a small cry of surprise when she discovered him leaning against a tree trunk.

She put a hand to her chest as the man stood in front of her in a protective position.

"It's a boy, Mike. Is he lost?"

Draco's jaw clenched.

A boy? He was already eighteen and had been considered an adult in the magical world for one year.

The man eyed him suspiciously. It had to be odd for him to find a guy dressed so formally in the middle of the forest.

"What are you doing out here alone? You scared us."

Draco cocked his head to one side, looking their bodies up and down as he opened the first two buttons of his white shirt. He felt like he was suffocating.

His grey eyes sparked as they stopped on the throat of the man who was only a few feet away.

He smiled half-heartedly, shifting his gaze between the two of them as he slipped his left hand into his pocket.

"Testing a theory."

The man's brow furrowed even more as he didn't understand his answer.

"What?"

Draco drew his wand in one swift movement, pointing it at them.

"Petrificus totalus!"

The Muggle gasped as the spell hit his body and he fell to the ground as if he were made of stone.

Draco ran up to grab the woman, pinning her against a tree trunk and covering her mouth with his hand.

"Don't make a sound."

She nodded, staring into his eyes.

Draco pulled his hand away and arched an eyebrow as he watched her obey him. She was breathing very fast, but she wasn't screaming. He pushed her down until she was sitting on the roots of the tree and put a finger to his lips.

"Don't move," he added before looking back down at the man, who was still frozen on the ground.

Putting his wand away, Draco squared his shoulders and let himself be engulfed by that instinct that seemed to know what to do.

He lunged at him first, tilting his head to expose his throat and sinking his teeth into it.

His fangs, which were now more pointed, pierced his skin with ease.

Blood began to gush out and Draco growled deep in his throat at the metallic taste on his tongue.

This was what his body had wanted for the past seven days.

His consciousness froze at what was happening, locked in a corner of his mind. His vision blurred and his senses took over. All he could think about now was the blood and how delicious it was.

Another grunt of satisfaction echoed through the trees and he gripped the Muggle's shoulders tighter, tearing at his throat and drinking until there wasn't a drop left in his veins.

He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to. His mind had gone into some sort of frenzy the moment the blood touched his lips and it was impossible to pull away.

Draco dropped the Muggle's lifeless body to the ground and licked his lips, gasping as the memories slowly began to return to his mind.

He flexed his arms as he rose to his feet. He had regained most of his strength as well.

His gaze fell on the other Muggle, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

She was terrified, but she hadn't moved from where he had left her.

Draco wiped the blood from his chin and knelt beside her, giving her a cruel smirk as he decided where he was going to bite.

It was the first time he'd killed someone, but he didn't care.

And he wanted more.

He leaned over and whispered a lie in her ear.

"I'll try to be quick."

He wasn't.

His growl of satisfaction as his fangs dug into her neck echoed through the forest. Her blood tasted even better than his, and Draco could feel his energy increase as he drank it.

He sucked, licked and bit until he was completely satisfied.

He laid the woman's body gently on the ground, closing her empty eyes and looking away.

Two lives in less than five minutes. He had become a killer.

He raised his head and looked around. At last, he could think clearly.

And he remembered everything.

The scary vampire had discovered him trying to flee the battle and had decided to take his life as revenge for abandoning the Dark Lord at such a crucial moment.

But something had gone wrong and Draco had not died.

Bloody Ekaterina would pay for what she had done to him. He knew she had escaped and he would not stop until she was dead.

Draco stood up and looked down at his bloodstained hands with a serious look on his face.

He was a monster now. And the worst thing was that he didn't feel guilty.

His body needed energy and he had taken it. It was as simple as that.

He felt a lump in his throat as he remembered that he was only a month away from having to return to Hogwarts. McGonagall had decided that all those who had failed to finish their final year had to return to the castle, and Draco could not refuse or risked being called before the Wizengamot court.

He clenched his fists as he walked through the trees, waving his wand until the bloodstains disappeared from his clothes.

He couldn't let his mother see him like this. No one could discover his terrible secret.

And he had only four weeks to learn to control his bloodlust.


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