2. The Vampire

The Green Lagoon was crowded. Harry and Benjamin made their way through the sea of people, passing the dance floor towards the bar counter. The lights were down –only some deep green decoration lamps were laying their mystical luminosity on the celebrators.

Suddenly Harry stiffened. A flash of radiant white hair intruded his vision. And then it was gone.

"Harry?" Benjamin stopped walking, and returned to his companion.

Another flash. This time the pure, angelic hair was surrounding the most perfect, beautiful face Harry had ever seen. That milky skin… And then it was gone.

"Harry?" Benjamin asked again, now shaking Harry's shoulders.

No… it could not have been.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Benjamin asked, furrowing his brow.

"N-nothing," Harry gulped. "I just… I thought I saw someone."

"So why don't you go and say hello?"

"I… I don't think it was him," Harry looked really shaken.

"Haunting, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Cigarette?"

"Yeah."

They made their way to the counter, and ordered two Bloody Mary's. Harry leaned his elbows on the wooden table, and pressed his palms against his forehead. Benjamin looked at Harry with worried eyes. It was not typical of the ebony-haired boy to be so distracted.

"So… who did you think he was?"

Harry's hands were shaking as he tried to light up the cigarette. "I thought he was him."

"Oh," Benjamin seemed to understand everything now, "Him."

Harry closed his eyes and exhaled. "It's just… so spooky. I know he really wasn't there, but still…"

"Did you say he looks quite a bit like me?" Benjamin interrupted.

"Yeah, although he's a bit more slender and his eyes are a shade lighter grey."

"And his hair is silvery-blonde, where as mine is golden?"

"Hmmm… yes. Why?"

"I think he's standing right behind you right now."

Harry dropped his cigarette, luckily in the ashtray, and went rigid.

"Hullo, Potter," a drawling voice sent chills down his spine, "Fancy seeing you here, of all places."

Harry spun around abruptly, almost knocking Benjamin's drink down.

"Malfoy," he breathed.

"Glad you still recognize," the superciliously handsome blond man smirked.

Harry felt weak in the knees, and realised he must look very stupid, ogling at his former enemy like he was some kind of a deity, fallen from heaven to earth.

"See you have company," Draco Malfoy continued, and then introduced himself to Benjamin. They shook hands, and exchanged a few compliments. Harry couldn't but help feeling a bit unnerved by the way Draco winked his eye to him, obviously noticing how much Benjamin was alike him.

"So… What brings you here, Malfoy?" Harry ventured to ask. "I… I thought you were someplace hiding… After…You know…"

Draco understood that Harry was speaking of the past War in the Wizarding world, and smiled, realizing that Benjamin must be a Muggle.

"Oh, I didn't hide, Pottie… I just moved here, on the other side of London."

Harry gave him a lopsided grin, "I would have never believed that you were able to do that."

"Only because the last time you saw me, I was a bit… blood-thirsty towards… a certain group of human beings?"

"Aren't you still?" Harry couldn't help feeling very hot in Draco's presence.

"Mmm, you could say that…" Draco lingered his gaze on Harry's well-formed abs that were visible beneath the canvas of his shirt.

"The vampire that you are," Harry swallowed under the scrutiny, feeling light-headed.

Draco frowned, glancing nervously at Benjamin. "Is there something terrible about being slightly… different?"

"You've seen Blade?" Benjamin interrupted, wanting his part of the weird conversation. "The movie, I mean? And the second part of it?"

Draco looked confused, and Harry, for some odd reason, wanted to help him out.

"No, Malfoy hasn't seen them, he's used to watching more, er, scary stuff."

"Oh, like what?" Benjamin's eyes lighted up. "Dracula? Halloween? Scream?"

"Let's say I've seen real blood-shedding and I don't need movies to enhance that experience," Draco said, darkly.

Benjamin didn't seem scared at all, but merely looked impressed.

"So you work for the military, then?"

"Um, you could say that I used to work for the… um… I used to be a… a Night Crawler."

"Mm, sounds sexy," Benjamin licked his lips, "What does a Night Crawler do?"

Harry's green eyes looked like dark pools of poison, and he turned away, to finish his drink.

"Oh, Night Crawlers…" Draco looked at Harry's back, sternly, "…are only a legend that no more exists. I was the last one. And I really don't want to talk about it. Duty to remain silent, you know."

"You're all by yourself here tonight, Draco?" Benjamin asked, almost drooling on the floor because of the sexy ex-warrior in front of him.

Draco raised him a brow, and then glanced at Harry's stiff shoulders.

"Oh, no, I'm not alone… I'm here with Potter."

Benjamin looked utterly surprised, as did Harry, who turned around and gaped at Draco like he'd grown three horns and a tail.

Draco flashed a smile, which made both Harry and Benjamin gasp for breath. "So bugger off, Benjamin. Your date with Potter is over."

Harry only managed to stare at the insolent ex-Slytherin in awe. Benjamin, instead, furrowed his brows and raised his chin defiantly.

"I don't think so!"

Draco, the evil bastard as he was, didn't seem to be at all impressed, but closed the distance between him and Benjamin, and hissed, "If you seriously don't want to know what a Night Crawler really does, I suggest you let me have Potter tonight."

"If you seriously don't want to get thrown out of this bar, I suggest you leave us alone, you wanker!" Benjamin retorted. "My father owns this bar!"

"And I own your father," Draco sneered.

Benjamin gasped in fury. "Who do you think you are, you pathetic, little…"

"Ben," Harry interrupted, when seeing Draco's furious face. He if anybody knew not to rile up the blond without a very good reason, or there might be killings. "It's okay. I'll just have a word with him. It's been years, as you know, and… well… I'd like to catch up with him, anyway, so…"

Benjamin looked sternly at Harry, and then sighed in defeat. "I know when I am not wanted. Have a good time, Harry. See you tomorrow."

Harry watched Ben's retreating back with sorrowful eyes, and then turned to Draco.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" he spat. "Came here to spoil my entire evening? Or better yet, came here to finish me off?"

Draco only smirked, in a very sly way. "Mmm, finishing you off sounds like a good idea."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well go on with it, then! It's not like I have my wand with me!"

Draco's lecherous expression did not change, and suddenly he had his hand between Harry's legs. Harry gasped, and tried to wriggle away, but Draco locked him between the counter and himself. Harry shuddered as Draco massaged his semi-hard erection.

"I think you do have your 'wand' with you, Potter. Any intentions to use it?"

"Malfoy, what…?"

Harry looked up to the grey eyes, and shivered. They betrayed nothing more than lust.

"You have gone insane," Harry decided. "I never knew."

"Insane?" Draco breathed against Harry's cheek, and Harry felt weak again. "Oh, I guess it's just my… vampire blood… that makes me so… horny…"

Harry swallowed, "S-so that's why I never succeeded to kill you? You really are a vampire."

"Yes… I am…" Draco began to kiss Harry's neck.

Harry felt dizzy. "A-are you going to bite me now?"

"Funny I don't see you resisting," Draco chuckled, and traced Harry's skin with his tongue, from jaw to the earlobe.

Harry moaned in pleasure.

…TBC…