Blood of the Midnight Moon

Draco eased into the library, feeling ultimately exposed, already he had almost been caught by Filch and Mrs. Norris twice and he was beginning to think the whole thing was a ruse. The library was gutted and dark, drowning in shadows and forsaken of all kinds of light. A figure stood, back facing him, no invisibility to hide him this time. Draco watched as the one, caulked his head slowly and swiveled to face me, his face shadowed with flecks of darkness, like the splattering of fresh blood.

"So you've come," He whispered, holding up a hand, "It's time to begin Draco, Luminos"

The light spread out from his hand like a night blooming rose, shedding light upon his face.

"Potter." Draco said horrified, "It was a trap."

Harry burst out laughing, the flower of light lifting from his hand and swimming up towards the ceiling. Harry strode forward leisurely, reaching out and grabbing Draco's arm even as he attempted to pull away and escape.

"You are quiet mistaken, my Draco." Harry said teasingly, allowing his grip to slip down and pick up Draco's hand, lifting it up to his lips and lightly kissing the back, "I asked you here the night before, a sort of date but, as you must remember, I already told you that I would take any and all falls that come from this, expedition."

"You've lost it, Potter."

Harry smiled, still holding Draco's hand, a glint reflecting through his eyes, "I've lost it, yes, I did, when I fell in love with the most unlikely person in the world."

"Now is not the time to talk about your midnight escapades to Snapes room, Potter." Draco snipped.

Harry laughed, "No, I'm afraid that would be Hermione's job. I'd like to think you know the answers to all riddles Draco, if I could open your minds memory."

"What are yo…" Draco started.

Harry cut him off, "We need to go, it's almost midnight, it's good thing you came early."

The light faded from the room and Draco was filled with sickening dropping feeling as the shadows of the library disappeared and were replaced with complete blackness. A floating sensation invaded Draco's consciousness and a feeling of eternal nothingness, a reminiscent of despair unmatched. The darkness was suddenly filled with light, Draco cast around his surroundings, a black void surrounded him from every angle even what his mind perceived him to be standing on held no real substance or color but black.

Harry stood off to one side, eyes closed in concentration, a bead of sweat rolling down his face, his breathing laboring slightly. His palms were pressed together, mimicking the form of prayer, slowly swiveling down until they pointed downwards. His eyes snapped open and his hand relaxed and fell slack at his side, at the same instant a form began to materialize in front of Harry. As it solidified and sharpened into reality, Draco saw it as a large wooden cross and nailed to it in the way of the crucifix was, Weasly.

Ron hung slack from the cross, wrists and ankles slowly oozing his life blood away, his head fell forward, eyes closed but whether it was because of unconsciousness or some other reason Draco couldn't tell.

"Where are we?" Draco asked cautiously.

"In my own personal reality I created just now. No time passes here and no one can enter or leave without my help."

"You've truly lost it, Potter."

"Oh, please." Harry sighed, flicking his wrist experimentally, a long ceremonially looking dagger appearing in his hand, "call me Harry, Draco. Potter gets so tiring after a while."

Draco frowned, "Harry then." He spat the name.

Harry smiled, "Much better, less venom and it'd be perfect." He glanced at

Ron's lax form, "Conscious or Unconscious?" he turned to Draco, "Your choice, but I'd rather hear him scream and have him know exactly who it was that killed him."

Draco smiled, "Conscious of course, you're not the only one who wants to hear him scream."

Harry nodded, flicking a finger at Ron, a stream of light running over him. Ron's eyes opened, his body jerking upright, he gasped in pain, and tried, unsuccessfully to pull away causing even more pain.

"I wouldn't do that, it'll only cause more pain, Ron." Harry said casually, running a finger up the knife blade, which trembled visibley, yearning, "Don't worry my friend," Harry whispered to the knife, "I will quench your thirst soon enough." He turned to Draco, "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your knife, Draco."

Draco shook his head mutely, all his interest focusing on this new Harry he had the privilege of being with.

Ron struggled to raise his head, finally managing to pull it up and lean it back against the rough wood of the cross, "What's happening Harry? Did you come to save me? It hurts so much. What's Draco doing here?" Ron squeezed out all at once, in one breath.

Harry turned back towards Ron, pulling another knife from nothingness and tossing over to Draco who caught it gracefully by the proffered handle.

"How to answer your questions," Harry mused, stepping forward, "Well strait to the point might as well work. I'm not here to save you, Ron, I brought you here, I'm going to kill you and Draco's going to help."

Ron's eyes opened wide, fear and shock mixed within, "You're not Harry."

Harry smiled, " I beg to differ, my friend." He spread his hand inches from Ron's chest, fire darker than the pits of hell jumped from his palm, igniting on Ron's clothing. Ron screamed as the fire ate away at his sleeper, burning and kindling his flesh but not enough to ruin him. The fire faded away as Ron was left bare to the world. Harry once again spread his hand inches from the tender injured flesh of Ron's chest. Light began to spring along Ron's chest, spreading out and separating. A pentagram emerged, followed by cryptic runes of the ancient magic's, the center of his chest, exactly where Ron's heart was located, appeared a large curling symbol.

Ron's breathing was labored and chocked, tears streamed down his face, mingling in the light etched patterns.

Harry looked over at Draco, "Now, we just have to trace the design, etched in blood and tears. Do not, however cause him to bleed to much, he can't die until the design in complete." He turned and glanced at Ron, watching his labored breathing and weak struggles, "Now we can't have that, hold still Ron." Harry commanded, pressing his finger slowly against Ron's forehead, his movements stopped and his breathing relaxed but his eyes flickered around in panic.

"I can't move." Ron whimpered the obvious.

Harry grinned, and licked him lips slowly, "Shall we begin, Draco?"

They began, tracing the golden light along Ron's body as he screamed in agony. Blood spilled down from him as the two reveled in his agonies. They took turns telling Ron his every short coming, the reasons they hated him and all the things people whispered behind his back. The blood congealed and up from it rose the tangy scent of copper and death. In some places, the skin began to peel away, loosened by the slipping blood and brutal butchers that worked at it holds of flesh. Harry would whisper a word of power and press the blade against the slipping flesh, burning it and sealing it to it's place. Ron's screams faded as they neared completion, his face pale as death, only the occasional moan or whimper.

Then the last line was complete and the light that had showed them the pattern disappeared and the air seemed to fill with the drone of magic. The two stepped away from their accomplishment, covered in blood and in rapture of their bloodlust.

Harry sighed happily then turned to Draco, face turned to stone, "Draco, you know how I said I would ask for a payment for our deal? Now I will take it."

Draco looked confused, "But in the hall…" He blushed, "wasn't that the payment?" He turned away, hating himself in his embarrassment.

Harry shook his head, "That was only part of the payment." Harry turned back to Ron a bloodied fingerprint releasing Ron from his paralysis and he slumped down upon his own weight. Harry reached out and touched the curling symbol over Ron's heart, "Do you know what this symbol means, Draco?"

Draco shook his head, "No."

"It's the symbol I implanted in your soul, that night in the hall, that was more than a kiss, this is the symbol of your soul and thanks to your cooperation through the entire the process the spell will soon be completed. That is the payment."

Draco's eyes opened wide, "What the fuck? What's going to happen, what the fuck are you up to, Potter?!" Anger seeped from his every pore.

"My name is Harry, Draco." Harry said softly and taking the knife turned to Ron, poising the knife over the symbol, "Renvinitvious Caprinios Gabriana Memorionic Bloresid Enventia!" The spell was out of Harry mouth before Draco could even react and just as Draco stepped foreword, the blade plunged forward, entering Ron's chest and impaling his heart. The spell found completement and exploded from its realms of containment and engulfed it's spells required even as Ron's life drained away and his soul fled his body.

Draco screamed as his mind and body was captured in the enthrallment of the spell and Draco's world went black. Harry smiled.