I walk down stone stairs, heading to the Great Hall, fully aware I
probably could not hold down a meal, but I have to eat a little so
others do not become suspicious. I hear voices from around the
corner, and my curiosity forces me to stop and listen.
"He's acting differently, Hermione. I think something's up." Instantly, I recognize this soft voice: Harry Potter. I take a wild guess they are talking about me.
"Well, maybe he's having a bad week."
"No...It's different. He's different."
"Do you still love him? Even if he is 'different'?"
"Yes, of course...well, I think. But I'm afraid it's something big." 'Yes, Harry, it is. I'm sorry, but I cannot help it,' I think silently while frowning. He could just confront me about it instead of talking to Hermione, who really knows nothing. Yes, she is smart in school, but not with life. My anger starts to rise a little, and I have to force myself from changing.
"So, Harry, having fun talking about me?" I growl as I walk to them, finally in view. Hermione gasps.
"Oh, Draco! I-It's...I- well, Hermione, you can go, now."
"Yes, Hermione, how about you leave?" I snap loudly, not intending to sound so cruel. Her eyes become a little watery as she turns and runs off.
"Is...is there something you need to tell me?" Harry whispers, while making his way closer, slipping his arms around my waist. I push him away, not wanting to be touched at this moment, and the heat in my body rises.
"I can't...you wouldn't accept me."
"Draco, I love you no matter what. Nothing can change that."
"This could."
"Please...just, tell me. Please. It's going to be fine, I can help you through whatever it is."
"No, you can't. You can never know what...what I am really like." Harry's dark green eyes fill with pain, and he tries to move closer again. I do not fight him this time; instead I welcome him into my arms, and sigh, feeling the tears well up in my vacant, tired eyes. They vanish just as quickly as they appeared though. Malfoy's never cry, no matter what. The passion and need for...it starts boiling inside me. The scent of love and fear is strong, driving me crazy. I shudder and my eyes flutter as the changes once again begin. It just feels so right, and I am sure one little taste wont hurt him. I lower my head, and my tongue slithers out, lightly running across his neck. Oh, this is too much. The edge of a fang gently pierces the skin, and the tiniest bit of liquid enters my mouth.
"D-Draco?" Harry's voice is a little shaky, and the fear in his blood is almost overwhelming. I try to pull back, but my body refuses to let me. I finally give up and allow my teeth to sink in deeper, causing him to gasp with pain and shock. My tongue sweeps across his neck around the wound, collecting everything I can. I moan loudly, and thank the gods as my face changes back to normal. I only hope no harm was done. Slowly, Harry pulls away, staring into my eyes with a confused look.
"I-I'm so sorry!" I turn and run as fast as I could, and thankfully he does not follow. I can still taste the blood...
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"He's acting differently, Hermione. I think something's up." Instantly, I recognize this soft voice: Harry Potter. I take a wild guess they are talking about me.
"Well, maybe he's having a bad week."
"No...It's different. He's different."
"Do you still love him? Even if he is 'different'?"
"Yes, of course...well, I think. But I'm afraid it's something big." 'Yes, Harry, it is. I'm sorry, but I cannot help it,' I think silently while frowning. He could just confront me about it instead of talking to Hermione, who really knows nothing. Yes, she is smart in school, but not with life. My anger starts to rise a little, and I have to force myself from changing.
"So, Harry, having fun talking about me?" I growl as I walk to them, finally in view. Hermione gasps.
"Oh, Draco! I-It's...I- well, Hermione, you can go, now."
"Yes, Hermione, how about you leave?" I snap loudly, not intending to sound so cruel. Her eyes become a little watery as she turns and runs off.
"Is...is there something you need to tell me?" Harry whispers, while making his way closer, slipping his arms around my waist. I push him away, not wanting to be touched at this moment, and the heat in my body rises.
"I can't...you wouldn't accept me."
"Draco, I love you no matter what. Nothing can change that."
"This could."
"Please...just, tell me. Please. It's going to be fine, I can help you through whatever it is."
"No, you can't. You can never know what...what I am really like." Harry's dark green eyes fill with pain, and he tries to move closer again. I do not fight him this time; instead I welcome him into my arms, and sigh, feeling the tears well up in my vacant, tired eyes. They vanish just as quickly as they appeared though. Malfoy's never cry, no matter what. The passion and need for...it starts boiling inside me. The scent of love and fear is strong, driving me crazy. I shudder and my eyes flutter as the changes once again begin. It just feels so right, and I am sure one little taste wont hurt him. I lower my head, and my tongue slithers out, lightly running across his neck. Oh, this is too much. The edge of a fang gently pierces the skin, and the tiniest bit of liquid enters my mouth.
"D-Draco?" Harry's voice is a little shaky, and the fear in his blood is almost overwhelming. I try to pull back, but my body refuses to let me. I finally give up and allow my teeth to sink in deeper, causing him to gasp with pain and shock. My tongue sweeps across his neck around the wound, collecting everything I can. I moan loudly, and thank the gods as my face changes back to normal. I only hope no harm was done. Slowly, Harry pulls away, staring into my eyes with a confused look.
"I-I'm so sorry!" I turn and run as fast as I could, and thankfully he does not follow. I can still taste the blood...
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