Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: Resident loony is back!
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Nine. My Bloody Kiss.
Draco had tried to ignore the fact that he had been aroused since his brief contact with Harry and his lips. And he wasn't too sure who the kiss had been for. For Harry, to wish him a happy birthday, or for himself, because he was desperate to know what he had missed out on.
Ignoring the odd smell that had been hanging around the apartment for a few days, he fell into a restlessly sleep.
Blood, on his face, his hands, now his hair as he ran his hand through his hair. He was pulling at something, he was saying something, but he couldn't hear the words. Then alone, so alone. No-one was coming to help him.
Then Harry crying. And Draco was yelling something at him but didn't hear the words. Cold, so cold. Sickeningly cold. Not just his skin, but creeping into his mind, behind his eyes. Then *wet* cold all over, like a shower as if he was drowning in Harry's tears.
Draco eyes flew open and he took a deep breath. Steel, resting on the other pillow opened his eyes and stretched a little, causing a small paw to press into the side of Draco's head.
The blonde looked to the cat. "Bloody phantom. I need to get out for awhile. I need to find a nice quiet place to think. I need to find some peace."
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Mortel needed peace. He knew that. But it was dangerous.
They were suddenly more alert. They hadn't found the old lady yet, but he wasn't worried about it. That was why he had written the date next to her head. Just so they wouldn't make a mistake.
They had found the little girl though. How could they not? More screaming parents, chaos, confusion. He had revelled in it. It had been so calming to hear the broken screams. The Muggle police, instantly calling the number they had been given in times like this. Aurors everywhere. Looking for him.
Looking through him.
His face curled into a smile. He loved how they just weren't looking properly. They were looking so hard they saw straight through him. They didn't sit down and think logically, because if they did, they would have gotten him by now.
He had made mistakes. Ones that kept him panicking that they would come before he was ready. But the mistakes had been over looked in their hurry. They were desperate to work it out.
He had seen how disappointed they were when they had to release the news that Draco was innocent. But Mortel knew better.
Draco was only technically innocent.
And Mortel was never going to let them forget it. He smiled again. Well, Draco already had, but that wasn't Mortel's fault. The blonde had no-one to blame but himself and his silly, stubborn boyfriend.
And besides, Draco could be reminded.
Mortel slipped along the dark streets, wondering if the day of remembrance should be today. But he let it go, knowing it wasn't the right time.
Yet.
Soon, it would be. And then they couldn't stop him.
Mortel had his plan back on track.
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Draco looked around, wondering if he had already come down this street, he had gotten lost in his thoughts. He looked behind him as a noise, almost like someone laughing softly, reached his ears. He couldn't see anyone though. He continued walking and reached the park, heading for the trees. Once he was concealed well enough he got out his portkey and activated it, still annoyed that wards had to be placed up in his apartment to stop intruders.
Apparently not every one was convinced that he wasn't a killer. And disturbing rumours had started that the killings were on again. But Hermione had refused to talk about anything of the kind, saying it shouldn't worry him and that it was Auror business.
Draco hadn't been able to persuade her that he *was* an Auror technically, he just couldn't remember it. The portkey completed it's task and he walked around the ruins until he reached the tiny lookout that he always sat on.
He had been coming to this place since he was fourteen, unless he was at Hogwarts. Then the Astronomy Tower served to be just as good. But whenever he was home this was where he came when he needed some time to think.
Or when he just needed some nice silence. There was never any noise other than the wind here. He wasn't too sure what the ruins used to be, some buildings of an ancient civilisation or something, but they always granted privacy and peace. And rest, which is what he was searching for now.
He was so tired. He couldn't understand why, he hadn't done anything strenuous during the day. But hearing Harry talk about 'them' had only made him lonely. The nightmares that he could never quite remember were making him sleep less and less.
He was tired of reaching his hand out when he woke up and not finding what his skin knew should be next to him. Something deep inside his mind told him that Harry should be there. But he was alone. The feelings were always at their strongest when he had just woken up.
Sometimes he woke up and just knew that his was his home and that it had been for the last three years. He could almost grasp memories of Harry cooking while Draco sat on the kitchen bench, just watching him quietly.
He was starting to think that even the memories of the murders would be worth remembering how Harry looked when he woke up in the morning. Or when he smiled without it being slightly sad. Draco hated the fact that he couldn't remember any of their time together.
The logical conclusion was, if he couldn't remember any of it, he just make some new memories. Draco took a deep breath and decided his course of action. He was going to ignore his paranoia. He was going to ignore the fact that Harry might not even like the real him.
Somehow, he was going to get him back. And a Malfoy never gave up until he got what he wanted.
Now he just had to figure out how.
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Mortel snarled as the young man trembled. "Don't be so fucking pathetic."
He slowly dragged the blade across the pale throat and watched as the blood trickled down. The man stopped moving after a few minutes and Mortel stepped back to admire his creation.
He lifted the Dead Weight spell that had stopped his toy from escaping and smiled cruelly. Scooping up some of the blood he brought it to his lips, smearing it around as it dried. A pink tongue slipped out, tasting every now and then which meant he had to reapply more.
The blonde man was definitely dead by now and no new blood came from his wounds. Mortel enjoyed the serenity for a moment and then turned to leave.
"I will get you back Draco. You were always mine and I will find you again."
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Draco opened his eyes unsteadily and wiped his mouth, still thinking he could taste the blood from his dream. He looked at the ceiling, only having a vague memory of stumbling back into his apartment and collapsing on to his bed.
Steel was curled up on his chest and the cat opened one eye to look at him.
"Hey boy." Draco absently scratched him behind his ears. "You didn't hear anything just now did you?"
Steel purred at the petting and pushed his head into Draco's hand.
"Great." The blonde muttered angrily. "Like I didn't have enough problems, now I'm hearing things."
He sighed and flicked the cat off to lie on the other side of the bed so he could turn on to his side. He stared at the empty space next to him. "Do you reckon I could get him back?"
Steel only purred in response.
"I agree. No harm in trying." Draco closed his eyes and prayed for a nice dream.
To Be Continued.
Warnings: Resident loony is back!
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.
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Blood & Nails.
.
Part Nine. My Bloody Kiss.
Draco had tried to ignore the fact that he had been aroused since his brief contact with Harry and his lips. And he wasn't too sure who the kiss had been for. For Harry, to wish him a happy birthday, or for himself, because he was desperate to know what he had missed out on.
Ignoring the odd smell that had been hanging around the apartment for a few days, he fell into a restlessly sleep.
Blood, on his face, his hands, now his hair as he ran his hand through his hair. He was pulling at something, he was saying something, but he couldn't hear the words. Then alone, so alone. No-one was coming to help him.
Then Harry crying. And Draco was yelling something at him but didn't hear the words. Cold, so cold. Sickeningly cold. Not just his skin, but creeping into his mind, behind his eyes. Then *wet* cold all over, like a shower as if he was drowning in Harry's tears.
Draco eyes flew open and he took a deep breath. Steel, resting on the other pillow opened his eyes and stretched a little, causing a small paw to press into the side of Draco's head.
The blonde looked to the cat. "Bloody phantom. I need to get out for awhile. I need to find a nice quiet place to think. I need to find some peace."
----------
Mortel needed peace. He knew that. But it was dangerous.
They were suddenly more alert. They hadn't found the old lady yet, but he wasn't worried about it. That was why he had written the date next to her head. Just so they wouldn't make a mistake.
They had found the little girl though. How could they not? More screaming parents, chaos, confusion. He had revelled in it. It had been so calming to hear the broken screams. The Muggle police, instantly calling the number they had been given in times like this. Aurors everywhere. Looking for him.
Looking through him.
His face curled into a smile. He loved how they just weren't looking properly. They were looking so hard they saw straight through him. They didn't sit down and think logically, because if they did, they would have gotten him by now.
He had made mistakes. Ones that kept him panicking that they would come before he was ready. But the mistakes had been over looked in their hurry. They were desperate to work it out.
He had seen how disappointed they were when they had to release the news that Draco was innocent. But Mortel knew better.
Draco was only technically innocent.
And Mortel was never going to let them forget it. He smiled again. Well, Draco already had, but that wasn't Mortel's fault. The blonde had no-one to blame but himself and his silly, stubborn boyfriend.
And besides, Draco could be reminded.
Mortel slipped along the dark streets, wondering if the day of remembrance should be today. But he let it go, knowing it wasn't the right time.
Yet.
Soon, it would be. And then they couldn't stop him.
Mortel had his plan back on track.
----------
Draco looked around, wondering if he had already come down this street, he had gotten lost in his thoughts. He looked behind him as a noise, almost like someone laughing softly, reached his ears. He couldn't see anyone though. He continued walking and reached the park, heading for the trees. Once he was concealed well enough he got out his portkey and activated it, still annoyed that wards had to be placed up in his apartment to stop intruders.
Apparently not every one was convinced that he wasn't a killer. And disturbing rumours had started that the killings were on again. But Hermione had refused to talk about anything of the kind, saying it shouldn't worry him and that it was Auror business.
Draco hadn't been able to persuade her that he *was* an Auror technically, he just couldn't remember it. The portkey completed it's task and he walked around the ruins until he reached the tiny lookout that he always sat on.
He had been coming to this place since he was fourteen, unless he was at Hogwarts. Then the Astronomy Tower served to be just as good. But whenever he was home this was where he came when he needed some time to think.
Or when he just needed some nice silence. There was never any noise other than the wind here. He wasn't too sure what the ruins used to be, some buildings of an ancient civilisation or something, but they always granted privacy and peace. And rest, which is what he was searching for now.
He was so tired. He couldn't understand why, he hadn't done anything strenuous during the day. But hearing Harry talk about 'them' had only made him lonely. The nightmares that he could never quite remember were making him sleep less and less.
He was tired of reaching his hand out when he woke up and not finding what his skin knew should be next to him. Something deep inside his mind told him that Harry should be there. But he was alone. The feelings were always at their strongest when he had just woken up.
Sometimes he woke up and just knew that his was his home and that it had been for the last three years. He could almost grasp memories of Harry cooking while Draco sat on the kitchen bench, just watching him quietly.
He was starting to think that even the memories of the murders would be worth remembering how Harry looked when he woke up in the morning. Or when he smiled without it being slightly sad. Draco hated the fact that he couldn't remember any of their time together.
The logical conclusion was, if he couldn't remember any of it, he just make some new memories. Draco took a deep breath and decided his course of action. He was going to ignore his paranoia. He was going to ignore the fact that Harry might not even like the real him.
Somehow, he was going to get him back. And a Malfoy never gave up until he got what he wanted.
Now he just had to figure out how.
----------
Mortel snarled as the young man trembled. "Don't be so fucking pathetic."
He slowly dragged the blade across the pale throat and watched as the blood trickled down. The man stopped moving after a few minutes and Mortel stepped back to admire his creation.
He lifted the Dead Weight spell that had stopped his toy from escaping and smiled cruelly. Scooping up some of the blood he brought it to his lips, smearing it around as it dried. A pink tongue slipped out, tasting every now and then which meant he had to reapply more.
The blonde man was definitely dead by now and no new blood came from his wounds. Mortel enjoyed the serenity for a moment and then turned to leave.
"I will get you back Draco. You were always mine and I will find you again."
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Draco opened his eyes unsteadily and wiped his mouth, still thinking he could taste the blood from his dream. He looked at the ceiling, only having a vague memory of stumbling back into his apartment and collapsing on to his bed.
Steel was curled up on his chest and the cat opened one eye to look at him.
"Hey boy." Draco absently scratched him behind his ears. "You didn't hear anything just now did you?"
Steel purred at the petting and pushed his head into Draco's hand.
"Great." The blonde muttered angrily. "Like I didn't have enough problems, now I'm hearing things."
He sighed and flicked the cat off to lie on the other side of the bed so he could turn on to his side. He stared at the empty space next to him. "Do you reckon I could get him back?"
Steel only purred in response.
"I agree. No harm in trying." Draco closed his eyes and prayed for a nice dream.
To Be Continued.