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: I promise, once this part and the Clean Up in the next part is over, there won't be anymore blood .... well, at least not so much. Maybe a scratch from Steel or two, but that's it.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Nineteen. My Sleeping Beauty.
Hermione, Ron and Morgan bid them a good night and left shortly after the whole Valentine's Day card revelation. Harry watched them walk down the hall and into an abandoned cupboard, the unofficial place to go when you wanted to Apparate as the spells up on the apartment were still in place. The furious Gryffindor slammed the door when they were out of sight and stalked past Draco without a glance.
The blonde sighed and followed his riled lover into the bedroom, where Harry continued to ignore his presence. Draco got sick of it very quickly. "You're jealous? Over Morgan? I mean, sweet guy and all, but no."
"Shut up." Harry spat as he started unbuttoning his shirt, getting ready for bed.
"You're being silly, Gel-C."
"Do me a favour? Go fuck yourself!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh come off it, Potter. It was just a silly card!"
Harry spun around and stared accusingly, as if he had just caught Draco locked in some one else's embrace. "If it's so silly, then why keep it?"
Draco smiled and hopped into bed, staying in a sitting position. "Well, for a start, I was always curious seeing as I never found out who gave it to me."
"Well, now you know. Throw it out!"
Draco frowned slightly. "And then there was the fact that it was really sweet."
"You hate sweet!" Was the return argument.
"It must have taken him a fair amount of time to make. That's very flattering and you know I love flattery."
"I can flatter you." Harry's voice was almost a hiss. "You don't need him to do it."
"Harry, do you have any idea how many Valentine cards I've gotten over the years? I may have been a bastard and feared by many, but I was also very good looking, if you don't mind me saying so. So because of my looks, I got an extraordinary amount of attention. But Morgan's really stood out. And he didn't mind saying that it was my looks that interested him. If I had kept every single card saying what a lovely person I was on the inside or some other rubbish, all blatant lies at the time, we'd need a much larger apartment. His was different, imaginative and intriguing. So I kept it."
Harry had hopped into bed as well during Draco's little speech, but he still wasn't looking very happy. "Six years, you kept that thing." He muttered. "You never told me about it, either."
"Harry, you have my word that Morgan doesn't interest me in slightest. Not that way at any rate. And if I never told you about it, that's probably because I'd forgotten all about it. It's just a nice memory." Draco decided to be underhanded, figuring the ends would justify the means. "Surely you wouldn't deny me a nice memory, after all I've been through lately."
Harry abruptly turned on to his side, facing away from Draco. "Of course not." His voice was strained and Draco frowned in confusion. That hadn't been the reaction he was expecting.
He leant over and kissed Harry's back. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Draco could spot a lie fairly well and didn't miss this one. "Are you upset with the whole 'I don't remember you' thing again?"
Harry turned over again and shook his head, giving him a beautiful smile. "No, look, you were right. I'm being silly over a stupid card and I'm sorry, I really should try to control my jealousy." He leant over and gave him a quick kiss. "I just can't bear the idea that I'll lose you one day."
Draco winced a little at the mushiness, and made a mental note that he was being distracted from his previous question with an admission of fault. He decided to examine Harry's avoidance of the subject later and stayed with how it was now. "Can you honestly think of any reason that I'd leave? Anything at all?"
Harry's smile faltered briefly but then came back as he slowly shook his head. He looked uncertain and Draco put it down to another untruth. He let this one go for now as well. "Then just don't think about it." He kissed the other's forehead and lay down to go to sleep.
"Draco?"
"Mmmm?" There was nothing further so he opened his eyes to see Harry smiling softly down at him. A smile that left no room for doubt about what he wanted. Draco feigned a large sigh. "Must we?" He whined and then gave an evil smile that made Harry's breathing quicken.
He stretched up and kissed Harry on the neck. "Well, I don't know." He slid down and sucked in a nipple making Harry whine. "I suppose I could endure your attentions for awhile."
"You make it sound like a punishment." Harry breathed out softly.
"Mmmm, punishment." He pushed Harry to lie down and straddled his hips in one quick movement, pressing down and forcing his body to accept the still hardening erection with no preparation or lubricant. He let out a hiss as he flinched. "Gotta love the pain."
"Weirdo." Harry muttered, but he had given up long ago trying to convince Draco to do this any other way.
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Mortel looked down at the sleeping form quietly. He had already cast the spell that would ensure the man wouldn't wake up. This was almost the moment he had been waiting for, for over four years. He pushed the blonde hair out of his eyes and then turned his attention back to the man, gently tracing the scar and running his fingers over the peaceful looking face.
"Honestly, Harry." He murmured. "I don't know why you bother? It's not like you can find me, I won't let you this time. You had your chance and you wasted it." He sat down on the other side of the bed and continued to run his fingers through Harry's messy hair. "You screwed me around so much, I could just kill you." The fingers moved to Harry's throat. "But sadly, while it would be fun, it's not the right time." The fingers moved back to his hair.
"When you caught Draco, everything fell apart. It wasn't supposed to go like that, you know? But then I thought about it for awhile and decided that while it wasn't the most ideal outcome, it was better than nothing. So I let it be. I left Draco to die, deciding that would have to be enough." Mortel sighed and took his hands away completely. "But then you messed all that up too. And now Draco's back here, back with you. So I had to think over everything again, and this time it can't go wrong, so long as I'm careful. What? You thought I'd just give up? I set out on a mission, and it's not done yet."
He stood up and looked down at the man again. "That means it's not over. I'm not through, and by the time I am, everyone's world will have changed." He leant over and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead. "I'm going to make you pay for what you did. You should never have betrayed me like that, you ruined everything, time and time again. I'm going to make you suffer for what you did. Always the meddlesome, impossible Gryffindor, ruining such great plans."
Mortel stood up and beckoned his bag over. After looking through it for awhile he found what he was searching for and brought it out. "Just lie still." He whispered to the sleeping Harry and then giggled.
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Draco wasn't too sure how he had managed to get to his retreat. Well, he knew how, he just couldn't really remember it this time. He had a vague memory of waking up from a nightmare and dragging himself out of bed, but everything else was a blur. He couldn't remember walking to the park, he couldn't remember using his portkey. He had just been too tired. Thankfully, he couldn't remember the dream either.
He yawned and stretched, wondering how long he had been there. Time had a habit of slipping him by when he got into one of his moods, and not having enough sleep never helped.
He stood up and searched his pockets for his portkey, but couldn't find it. Frowning, he started to look around, figuring he must have dropped it somewhere. He headed down the steps, his eyes not leaving the ground but he couldn't see it anywhere. Not completely surprising as it was a much darker night than normal, the moon covered with clouds. Swearing under his breath, he pulled out his wand and attempted to use the Summoning Charm, but nothing happened.
Completely confused, he just picked up one of the loose, smooth stones and transformed it into a replacement, figuring he could come back in the daylight and find the original then. Lately, he had been using a small cat figurine that he had just grabbed off the drawer one day, he had grown quite fond of it.
He walked slowly through the park heading back his apartment, joyfully anticipating the day he could start to study for the Apparation exam. He hummed to himself softly in the elevator and eventually stumbled into his apartment, hauling his shirt off immediately. He chucked it to the lounge, and frowned as he saw that the window was open.
He was sure he had closed it when Steel had come back in for the night. He looked out it quickly and figured that if the damn thing had gotten out again, it would be its own fault. He closed it and headed into the bedroom toeing off his shoes and sitting on the bed to pull off his socks.
He went to the bathroom to get himself some water and stared at the dim reflection. He always looked like some sort of lunatic clown at night, his skin white with dark patches around his eyes. Sighing, he rubbed his face and turned to go back to the bed. He smiled at the lump on the side of the bed nearest to the bathroom door and walked over to look down at him.
He gently patted Harry's hair and frowned when he felt it was damp. He really hated that, but waved it off, deciding he was too tired to care. He leant over and gave Harry a gentle kiss, not wanting to wake the other up. As he straitened his licked his lips and froze as he tasted a sweet, metallic flavour. He frowned in confusion and then licked one of the fingers he had ran through Harry's hair.
It tasted the same.
"Lumos." The tip of his wand lit up and he stared at the dark face, thinking for a second he had walked into the wrong apartment. His eyes widened as he slowly backed away until he reached the door to the living room and felt around on the wall for the light switch.
He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted and then squeezed his hands into fist to stop them from shaking. Harry's face was covered in blood. He walked back to the bed and drew the covers back. It was everywhere, all down his body, seeping into the sheets. Draco felt his body go numb, his hands weren't responding anymore, because he knew he was trying to get them to reach his Harry, but they stayed at his side obstinately.
His eyes travelled up and down the length of Harry's body and then slowly up to the wall behind the bed. More blood was there too, this time in words.
'I'll save you from yourself.'
To Be Continued.
Warnings: I promise, once this part and the Clean Up in the next part is over, there won't be anymore blood .... well, at least not so much. Maybe a scratch from Steel or two, but that's it.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Nineteen. My Sleeping Beauty.
Hermione, Ron and Morgan bid them a good night and left shortly after the whole Valentine's Day card revelation. Harry watched them walk down the hall and into an abandoned cupboard, the unofficial place to go when you wanted to Apparate as the spells up on the apartment were still in place. The furious Gryffindor slammed the door when they were out of sight and stalked past Draco without a glance.
The blonde sighed and followed his riled lover into the bedroom, where Harry continued to ignore his presence. Draco got sick of it very quickly. "You're jealous? Over Morgan? I mean, sweet guy and all, but no."
"Shut up." Harry spat as he started unbuttoning his shirt, getting ready for bed.
"You're being silly, Gel-C."
"Do me a favour? Go fuck yourself!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh come off it, Potter. It was just a silly card!"
Harry spun around and stared accusingly, as if he had just caught Draco locked in some one else's embrace. "If it's so silly, then why keep it?"
Draco smiled and hopped into bed, staying in a sitting position. "Well, for a start, I was always curious seeing as I never found out who gave it to me."
"Well, now you know. Throw it out!"
Draco frowned slightly. "And then there was the fact that it was really sweet."
"You hate sweet!" Was the return argument.
"It must have taken him a fair amount of time to make. That's very flattering and you know I love flattery."
"I can flatter you." Harry's voice was almost a hiss. "You don't need him to do it."
"Harry, do you have any idea how many Valentine cards I've gotten over the years? I may have been a bastard and feared by many, but I was also very good looking, if you don't mind me saying so. So because of my looks, I got an extraordinary amount of attention. But Morgan's really stood out. And he didn't mind saying that it was my looks that interested him. If I had kept every single card saying what a lovely person I was on the inside or some other rubbish, all blatant lies at the time, we'd need a much larger apartment. His was different, imaginative and intriguing. So I kept it."
Harry had hopped into bed as well during Draco's little speech, but he still wasn't looking very happy. "Six years, you kept that thing." He muttered. "You never told me about it, either."
"Harry, you have my word that Morgan doesn't interest me in slightest. Not that way at any rate. And if I never told you about it, that's probably because I'd forgotten all about it. It's just a nice memory." Draco decided to be underhanded, figuring the ends would justify the means. "Surely you wouldn't deny me a nice memory, after all I've been through lately."
Harry abruptly turned on to his side, facing away from Draco. "Of course not." His voice was strained and Draco frowned in confusion. That hadn't been the reaction he was expecting.
He leant over and kissed Harry's back. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Draco could spot a lie fairly well and didn't miss this one. "Are you upset with the whole 'I don't remember you' thing again?"
Harry turned over again and shook his head, giving him a beautiful smile. "No, look, you were right. I'm being silly over a stupid card and I'm sorry, I really should try to control my jealousy." He leant over and gave him a quick kiss. "I just can't bear the idea that I'll lose you one day."
Draco winced a little at the mushiness, and made a mental note that he was being distracted from his previous question with an admission of fault. He decided to examine Harry's avoidance of the subject later and stayed with how it was now. "Can you honestly think of any reason that I'd leave? Anything at all?"
Harry's smile faltered briefly but then came back as he slowly shook his head. He looked uncertain and Draco put it down to another untruth. He let this one go for now as well. "Then just don't think about it." He kissed the other's forehead and lay down to go to sleep.
"Draco?"
"Mmmm?" There was nothing further so he opened his eyes to see Harry smiling softly down at him. A smile that left no room for doubt about what he wanted. Draco feigned a large sigh. "Must we?" He whined and then gave an evil smile that made Harry's breathing quicken.
He stretched up and kissed Harry on the neck. "Well, I don't know." He slid down and sucked in a nipple making Harry whine. "I suppose I could endure your attentions for awhile."
"You make it sound like a punishment." Harry breathed out softly.
"Mmmm, punishment." He pushed Harry to lie down and straddled his hips in one quick movement, pressing down and forcing his body to accept the still hardening erection with no preparation or lubricant. He let out a hiss as he flinched. "Gotta love the pain."
"Weirdo." Harry muttered, but he had given up long ago trying to convince Draco to do this any other way.
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Mortel looked down at the sleeping form quietly. He had already cast the spell that would ensure the man wouldn't wake up. This was almost the moment he had been waiting for, for over four years. He pushed the blonde hair out of his eyes and then turned his attention back to the man, gently tracing the scar and running his fingers over the peaceful looking face.
"Honestly, Harry." He murmured. "I don't know why you bother? It's not like you can find me, I won't let you this time. You had your chance and you wasted it." He sat down on the other side of the bed and continued to run his fingers through Harry's messy hair. "You screwed me around so much, I could just kill you." The fingers moved to Harry's throat. "But sadly, while it would be fun, it's not the right time." The fingers moved back to his hair.
"When you caught Draco, everything fell apart. It wasn't supposed to go like that, you know? But then I thought about it for awhile and decided that while it wasn't the most ideal outcome, it was better than nothing. So I let it be. I left Draco to die, deciding that would have to be enough." Mortel sighed and took his hands away completely. "But then you messed all that up too. And now Draco's back here, back with you. So I had to think over everything again, and this time it can't go wrong, so long as I'm careful. What? You thought I'd just give up? I set out on a mission, and it's not done yet."
He stood up and looked down at the man again. "That means it's not over. I'm not through, and by the time I am, everyone's world will have changed." He leant over and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead. "I'm going to make you pay for what you did. You should never have betrayed me like that, you ruined everything, time and time again. I'm going to make you suffer for what you did. Always the meddlesome, impossible Gryffindor, ruining such great plans."
Mortel stood up and beckoned his bag over. After looking through it for awhile he found what he was searching for and brought it out. "Just lie still." He whispered to the sleeping Harry and then giggled.
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Draco wasn't too sure how he had managed to get to his retreat. Well, he knew how, he just couldn't really remember it this time. He had a vague memory of waking up from a nightmare and dragging himself out of bed, but everything else was a blur. He couldn't remember walking to the park, he couldn't remember using his portkey. He had just been too tired. Thankfully, he couldn't remember the dream either.
He yawned and stretched, wondering how long he had been there. Time had a habit of slipping him by when he got into one of his moods, and not having enough sleep never helped.
He stood up and searched his pockets for his portkey, but couldn't find it. Frowning, he started to look around, figuring he must have dropped it somewhere. He headed down the steps, his eyes not leaving the ground but he couldn't see it anywhere. Not completely surprising as it was a much darker night than normal, the moon covered with clouds. Swearing under his breath, he pulled out his wand and attempted to use the Summoning Charm, but nothing happened.
Completely confused, he just picked up one of the loose, smooth stones and transformed it into a replacement, figuring he could come back in the daylight and find the original then. Lately, he had been using a small cat figurine that he had just grabbed off the drawer one day, he had grown quite fond of it.
He walked slowly through the park heading back his apartment, joyfully anticipating the day he could start to study for the Apparation exam. He hummed to himself softly in the elevator and eventually stumbled into his apartment, hauling his shirt off immediately. He chucked it to the lounge, and frowned as he saw that the window was open.
He was sure he had closed it when Steel had come back in for the night. He looked out it quickly and figured that if the damn thing had gotten out again, it would be its own fault. He closed it and headed into the bedroom toeing off his shoes and sitting on the bed to pull off his socks.
He went to the bathroom to get himself some water and stared at the dim reflection. He always looked like some sort of lunatic clown at night, his skin white with dark patches around his eyes. Sighing, he rubbed his face and turned to go back to the bed. He smiled at the lump on the side of the bed nearest to the bathroom door and walked over to look down at him.
He gently patted Harry's hair and frowned when he felt it was damp. He really hated that, but waved it off, deciding he was too tired to care. He leant over and gave Harry a gentle kiss, not wanting to wake the other up. As he straitened his licked his lips and froze as he tasted a sweet, metallic flavour. He frowned in confusion and then licked one of the fingers he had ran through Harry's hair.
It tasted the same.
"Lumos." The tip of his wand lit up and he stared at the dark face, thinking for a second he had walked into the wrong apartment. His eyes widened as he slowly backed away until he reached the door to the living room and felt around on the wall for the light switch.
He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted and then squeezed his hands into fist to stop them from shaking. Harry's face was covered in blood. He walked back to the bed and drew the covers back. It was everywhere, all down his body, seeping into the sheets. Draco felt his body go numb, his hands weren't responding anymore, because he knew he was trying to get them to reach his Harry, but they stayed at his side obstinately.
His eyes travelled up and down the length of Harry's body and then slowly up to the wall behind the bed. More blood was there too, this time in words.
'I'll save you from yourself.'
To Be Continued.