Disclaimer : Harry Potter Fanfiction is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling. No profit is being made through the writing of this fanfiction, used purely for my own enjoyment.
And yes it has been..er, 5 months. . .I am terribly sorry ^_^;
This is slash of the H/D kin don't like don't read. Vampire AU.
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Vermilion
Chapter Three; These Tears are Going Nowhere
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A lone figure sat, perched on a wall over looking the tranquil dark liquid of the river. Closing his eyes slightly, allowing the memories of visions and voices to assault his senses, remembering every spoken word and gesture. He hadn't even allowed the other to answer him, leaving the house and his presence as fast as he could.
Fingers clenched, squeezing the orange filter between his fingers. Filthy habit, he scowled down at the oblivious cigarette which contented itself by winking little amber lights up at its abuser.
A slight movement down at his shoe caught his eye, a small ant scurried across the rough cobble stones, darting here and there in an almost hypnotic way. It was so small and insignificant a life, yet to the ant, it was probably the utmost importance for the thing for itself.
Eyes closed shut, blocking out the sights inhaling the air and listing to the silence. Eyes opened slightly, staring up as his gaze met the emerald eyes that looked down on him. Puzzlement chased anger off of his face.
How did you -
The question half voiced he sighed, nodding slightly.
Head thing right?
Yeah, head-thing', mind if I sit down?
His question was met with a shrug. Sighing he realised that this subject might be a little bit tender for the mortal, and he paused for a moment thinking how to approach the matter and let him know everything.
Draco, listen I -
What? You what? You forgot to tell me there was a chance I could die? Y'know, that whole, if our souls aren't meant to be together, I could die!
No, I, its just there never seemed to be like the right time.
There was a moment of silence, and Harry was startled when a brittle laugh broke out from the slender mortal.
No, I suppose there really never is a right time to tell someone they could die if you don't love them enough He paused in his tirade, eyes glaring upwards at his current agitation.
Draco, the main reason I never told you is because I. Won't. Let. You . Die
Started the blonde met his gaze again, Harry could feel the apprehension, disbelief and hope radiating from the mortal in fierce waves.
Mentally Draco and Harry both winced, the soft voice was laced with hope and the faint quaver gave the former a bout of self loathing, he sounded to weak and childish.
An arm snaked around his waist, the Vampire taking an opportunity while his bonded mused to sit next to the blonde on the wall. Leaning into the warmth he whispered quietly.
Lets go home
Brushing his lips across the blondes forehead, Harry could not help but smile in reply. Standing, the two strolled down, hand in hand. Letting the silence speak the unsaid words.
Later On....
Harry stood in front of the mirror gazing back at his reflection, he frowned, running a brush through hair that refused to lie flat, growling in frustration he gave it up as a lost cause, anyway, he decided with a wolfish grin, he knew his hair ruffled was a case of great annoyance for his Carus. At the thought of Draco his smile faltered. He knew in someway he had betrayed the other by not telling him of the risks.
By the Blood! The poor mortal hadn't even been informed of the ceremony until had Ron let slip, he supposed the death risk was just one last straw for his fiery little kitten. He closed his eyes, the ceremony itself wasn't just a formal occasion where there bond was recognised by the vampiric population, but it was an exchange of both spirit and blood. The risk of death was small, he knew that there was no chance that fatality could occur, yet if he had been honest with the mortal from the start there wouldn't be all this fuss. He was not so stupid to think that all was over and done with, Draco would drag this out again and again when ever it suited him, it was a funny quirk he had to get things his own way, manipulative and perhaps not very nice but it was part of Draco and probably one of the things that gave the blonde devil so much spark.
He sighed, if only there wasn't a party tonight, in all honest truth, Draco and he could have done with the time and the space tonight to sort out today's problems. However, there was little he could do short of calling up everyone and canceling, which would probably not only annoy his beloved but the others too. Bugger, there was just no way he could get out of this tonight, and he was feeling all of his hundreds of years starting to descend and crush him.
Opening the bedroom door, he leaned in the doorway. Draco was perched on the edge of the bed, scowling at the floor and scuffing up the carpet with his toes. Harry observed the young mortal, to which he would soon share his life, his spirit and his blood with. It was a momentous realisation in the fact that he was finally about to bond.
A phone rang, loud and clear through the house. Draco visibly jumped. The silence of the room had been oppressive but now the sudden noise was sharp and jarring to his ears.
Receiving blank looks from Harry he clicked. Bugger, it was his mobile. Fishing about under the bed - it really was mysterious how everything always ended up under there - and glanced at the screen the words 'Pansy P' flashed up. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and opened up the slim phone.
"Hello?"
"Draco Darling!"
"Pansy..."
Rubbing his eyes with his free hand he, flipped backwards onto the bed. Shitshitshitshitshit. . .
"So how are you? Haven't seen you in ages!"
Even on the phone he could imagine her smiling pug face pushed up too close, hands always petting and fluttering about him, as if he was a fragile china doll.
"Yeah well, been busy"
And he couldn't swear to it, but he could have sworn that he could smell that over-powering floral perfume that she always wore; made him gag and choke. He wondered how he could manage to get her off the phone still with his ear intact, chances were slim to none, Pansy was thick skinned and even a subtle 'Fuck Off' would probably bounce right off her.
"Listen Pansy "
He spoke, cutting off her tirade about the simple appalling service she'd received while getting a manicure - because he really cared!
"Yeah, real nice...Uh-huh, Well I've really got to go now...Okay, yeah Mmm..sure okay Bye!"
Closing the phone he glared at it for a moment or two before muttering under his breath
"Stupid nosey bitch"
"What?"
Draco shook his head, nothing he wanted to get into right now. He would have to deal with Pansy later, he wasn't sure but he may have just agreed to meet her and the old school guys for lunch sometime. He would wriggle his way out of it later. . .
Further into the Evening...
Trying his best to avoid the crowd, Draco was perched on the balcony outside, one leg dangling off the side, the other pulled tight against his chest staring blankly into the drink in front of his eyes. He could hear the Lamia bustling about inside, he had been stopped by fuck knows how many various different people on his way through the flat, pestered and questioned. He'd been interrogated by a young new blooded vampire for what seemed like ages, the young red-head hadn't relented Harry this, and Harry that. It had taken ages to get rid of her before getting stopped by that rabbit-Lamia -- what was it? Hernia or something like that. He really didn't care, he just wished all these people would finally bugger off.
A warm chest pressed against his side and strong arms wrapped around him. Leaning back he let himself be pulled down from the balcony, easing his way out of the green eyed vampires grip, he allowed himself a smirk, brushing invisible dirt from his shirt and trousers.
"Everyone gone?"
"Almost...'Mione, Ron, Seamus and Dean are sticking around for a while though. Ginny might hang about a bit longer"
Damn damn damn damn double damn. His favorite people. Ron he detested with all his little heart, Hernia annoyed the crap out of him . . Well he didn't know Seamus and Dean but he probably wouldn't like them either. And Ginny stuck up motherfucking bitch from hell. Silver eyes narrowed and his grip around the glass tightened. Tipping it back he downed the contents in a single swallow.
"M'kay, Just going to get another drink then"
Harry put his hands on his shoulder, stopping his progress.
"Don't you think perhaps you've had enough?"
There was a slight pause, and with a bitter smile Draco ducked out of Harry's grip
"There is never enough or too much"
An hour or so later, Draco would have realised that there was too much -- if he wasn't so caught up in keeping his balance as he walked up the stairs. Wavering for a moment he almost fell backwards but managed to regain his balance, stumbling through the dark hall he almost tripped over the cat and went flying into the bedroom where his progress was halted by a muscled chest and arms. He looked up, eyes bloodshot he managed a wavering smile.
"'Lo"
He murmured. Harry opened his mouth to speak but a soft snore halted his progress. Looking down at the young blonde mortal in his arms he sighed. Now why hadn't he picked an easy one? Possibly because Draco was far more fun and exciting if a lot of trouble.
"Love is not love,
which alters when
it alteration finds"
The words came easily to his mind, Shakespeare. He had known the bloke, a bit of a pompous arse sometimes but he had a certain way with words. His blood tasted nice as well.
Hoisting his load he stripped Draco down to his boxers and tucked him under the covers, so he wasn't getting laid tonight, there was always tomorrow. However, little Harry was not fond of waiting. Sighing he made his way back to the little group of people that were currently occupying his living room.
There was always tomorrow.
Yes this chapter took ages to get out and it is still quite short, I do apologise but I couldn't for the life of me work out where to go with this. I have also been writing under another name, LL. Mackenzie, the 'fics by that name can be found here;
So sorry for the horrible lengthy delay!
Although I doubt any of you people are still aware of this stories existence I would like to make a brief thank you to --
kittylove, Usagi Serenity Yui Cosmos, The muggle who lost her way, Jewelclaw Lady of Wind, ang3l-sh1, Fearless Kitty and dana-maru1.
Kittylove -- Sorry it was confusing, would you mind telling me exactly what was hard to understand? and ang3l-sh1 -- Dracos and Harry's past should come out in further detail later on.