-S'been awhile aye? I know, even moreso concerning the peeps that want me to update my sess/kag fic 'Lost Within', well on that one, sorry ta'say but I'm in a bit of a rut with that one…. ^.^;
~*- NOTE TO EVERYONE : I don't exactly remember or know which classes Harry takes every day but I'm going to make up a list of his daily schedule -sidenote, the day is composed of six class periods opposed to the more common seven periods in a day...also, on Mondays and Thursdays they have an extra period ....FROM THIS POINT ON- classes are as follows...
*Breakfast*
-Transfigurations McGonagall - w/ Slytherins
-Charms Flitwick - w/ Ravenclaw
-Herbology Sprout - w/ Hufflepuff
-Double Potions Snape - w/ Slytherins
*Lunch*
-Double Potions Snape - w/ Slytherins (continued, breaks off for lunch then continues...unless Snape says otherwise)
-Psychic Arts Trelawney - w/ Slytherins
-C.M.C Hagrid - w/ Slytherins
*Two hour break then dinner*
Extra class on Mon. and Thurs.-
-DADA Lupin -w/Ravenclaw class may change to Slytherin...depends really...(I mean Malfoy is already having 4 classes w/ Harry a day...)
-And yes to those of you that reviewed and were curious about the 'Night Mares' they were actually a combination of the real nightmares in the Piers Anthony Xanth novels and the demonic steeds that the wring wraths would ride in the Tolkien's books…all of those that noticed- skiffy-ness ^.^
To Posses the LightChapter 12: Bordering on Obsession
Just not now . . .
He had a family to build first . . .
after all, his Loveliness would need brothers and sisters that would love him... and look out for him...
Besides, his Lovely didn't have a family, not anymore anyway...and...he had another problem to deal with.
Some idiot was threatening *his* Lovely, every year he did, and now that *he* was here, he wasn't going to let such acts of idiocy continue.
Loveliness needed to be safe, and unharmed...no one would harm him, for his Loveliness belonged to himself, and no one else.
Ever.
-
"Hermione? What are you doing? And why is Harry…wait~ is that MALFOY?!" Ron practically squeaked, his voice cracking somewhere in the middle.
Hermione in turn seemed to shake herself a bit, only partly aware of why she'd suddenly felt like standing so close next to Crabe and Goyle, but the vague, pulsing ache in her neck reminded her exactly why she'd done what she'd done.
"Oh-uh…" Hermione trailed off, chancing a glance behind her to spot Draco-er-… ~*Malfoy*~ standing a few paces from her, holding Harry to him while…was he kissing his neck? Or maybe sucking on it…oh how good that sensation felt when he'd done that to- -ahem- 'Bad Hermione!' she chided herself.
But now that she studied Dra-Malfoy out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a sort of…what was it? Glazed maybe? No…a slightly crazed, yes! There was an unmistakably crazed sort of look in his eyes as he seemed quite intent with memorizing every curve and rise of Harry's body, with his hands of course…but, hunh…
Well Harry, he seemed to be…slightly out of it, now that she looked more closely at him, turning her head a bit more, receiving a warning growl from Draco-no-Malfoy for doing so-
"Hermione?!" Ron snapped, near hysteric.
"Keep it down Ron!" Hermione hissed, it wouldn't do anyone good if attention was drawn to them- in the middle of class no less!
"But Harry-!" Ron gaped, "and the ferret-!" he tried again, seemingly incapable of forming words…
"It's not like the mudblood isn't aware of that weasel!" Pansy spoke up suddenly, taking a few steps toward the redhead, only to be growled at for it.
At the sound of the warning growl, Pansy sneaked a shy, half-afraid glance behind her, gulping as she met insane silver-eyes glaring quite angrily at her; she let whatever scathing remarks she was about to say die in her throat as she fell back into her previous stance.
Dazedly Harry become more aware of himself, in mind and body shortly after that strangely comforting sound of purring had died down; only to be replaced every so often by a stray growl.
The odd thing was he could sort of tell that they weren't directed towards him; but now…he sorely wanted to be out and away from the person who held him, for he had a dreadful inkling that the person was none-other than the recently 'matured' Draco Malfoy.
Harry clenched his jaw absently in thought, was Malfoy a veela? He didn't quite remember what he'd turned into that the Slytherins had been so up and chatty about…
But to get free, he had to wait until his captor was sufficiently distracted, maybe another growl would do; but that's if someone or something- whatever was pissing him off would do it again.
Ron was now nearly as red as his hair, not a good sign and which often led to huge blow-ups of verbal sorts….
"What is going on here 'Mione?" Ron questioned, clenching his fists in a gesture of restless anger.
Godamn he was sick of that Weasel, he seriously regretted fucking that piece of flesh; he'd been nothing but an annoying tangle of long limbs in the long run…
Draco turned his gaze from Parkinson to glare at Weasley; he didn't like it when others badgered his packmates.
Hunh…so it would seem Weasels have badger-like qualities eh?
Fuck that shyte.
He felt his top lip curl up into a feral growl, showing elongated, white fangs; he growled fiercely, letting sounds convey something words could not.
!
The growl fell short as he felt something rip from his arms- HARRY!
Why'd the git go and run off? Did the Weasel frighten him?
DAMNIT!
It's all the godamned WEASEL'S FAULT!!!
Draco snarled angrily.
A strange, fiercely chilling wind circled around Malfoy; blowing tufts of silver-blonde hair up into the sky as his silver eyes began to glow with a strange intensity.
"Whoa! Was wrong wich' the lot o' yew NightMares?" Hagrid asked worriedly as the unearthly black horses began to make noises of alarm as they stamped around the tethered poles, trotting from side to side in intensive fear and worry.
His brightly colored eyesight began to bleed into shades of red, nothing and everything of red…
!!
"By Merlin's beard!" Blaise gasped, dragging Pansy and Goyle by the sleeves of their robes away from the enraged Draco.
Goyle must have realized he was being dragged away for he then swiftly shot his arm out and snatched Crabe's robes, where Crabe then grabbed Hermione's; the lot of them a good, safe, few feet away from Draco
"Wha~! What's wrong with him!?" Pansy shrieked in worry, eyes wide with fear.
"He's-" Blaise started, surprised and in disbelief but the tell-tale signs were their, blood-covered eyes, long fangs, the growls; he caught sight of elongated fingernails-now claws…
His eyes sharpened as he studied Draco's contorted facial features, vague, bluish-black stripes were appearing on the sides of his face-
"He's what Blaise? Tell me! I'm scared!" Pansy cried out, shocked and worried as Draco began to advance upon the seemingly petrified Ronald Weasley.
"He's somehow an-" Blaise murmured, "He's changed into an *Inu-youkai…"
"What!?" Pansy screeched, disbelief.
HE
DROVE
*HIS*
HARRY
AWAY
!!
"Oh- no-!" Hagrid murmured belatedly, "Class- Head back up to Hogwarts NOW!" he yelled over the sudden whispers and growing commotion.
The students swiftly made their way back up to the school grounds while Hagrid made his way over to untie the NightMares so they wouldn't get any further riled up and then notify the Headmaster as swiftly as possible.
"Ron! Run- Get away! Something!" Hermione cried out suddenly, grasping hold of the sudden amount of danger her friend had gotten himself into.
"I-I…" Ron managed, his face having gone white.
Without warning Draco lunged towards Ron, hand outstretched, claws poised and ready to gouge…
"RON!" Harry cried, running towards his petrified friend just a few seconds before Draco's initial attack…
A swirl of black robes,
The sound of sliced cloth…
A final 'THUD!' as two figures fell onto the ground.
A thick silence fell over the remaining figures; Draco's feet righted themselves as he pulled to an abrupt halt about a foot away from the two fallen figures.
His eyes replayed the scene, his eyes widened as he jerked around suddenly, turning his now multi-colored vision set on the two unmoving heaps of disheveled robes.
"You okay Ron…?" Harry asked softly as he sat up, rubbing his bruised ribs that had just recently healed; of course with that stunt he'd just pulled, he might've accidentally cracked one of them…or both.
"…ahuh…" was all the Weasley could manage as he sat up on wobbily limbs, thoroughly scared and somewhat sickly looking.
Harry then pulled himself onto his feet, he twisted himself halfway around, or managed something quite close as he grabbed the one side of his robes and pulled them taut; he clearly spotted four strips of pale flesh quite visible through the same four slash marks that now ruined his robe, over shirt, and undershirt uniform.
"Bloody hell that was lucky!" Ron gawked as he too stared at the clean slashes in Harry's uniform.
Ron looked up for his green-eyed friend's agreement but found said eyes turned towards someone else; and boy how glad of that fact was he, for he certainly didn't want to be on the receiving end of that hate-filled gaze…
Draco's mouth drew into a sneer, he was not going to apoligize for that! He didn't have to apoligize for nearly slicing his Harry's back open- it was his- Potthead's fault for being all heroic in the first place!
But now this whole little thing about Potter being angry with him would put a serious damper on the whole fucking Potter plan…
"What the hell is your problem Malfoy!?" Harry yelled, turning fully to face Malfoy.
Great, now they seemed to have skipped the fucking part and went straight for the lovers-spat…Draco groaned internally; he didn't feel like having some stupid vocal argument with his Harry right now, he opted for sex with the twins and then sleep.
He glanced at Hagrid, whom was now looking around in befuddlement, wondering what happened to the immediate danger that had suddenly disappeared on him.
His eyes now a sinful silver, Draco gave a small, near imperceptible side glance to Granger then made for the Hogwarts building, completely ignoring both the stupid Weasel and the infuriated Potthead.
"Just where do you think you're going Mal-!" Harry started, making to grab the hem of his robes, only to have Hermione grab his other arm and pull him back a ways.
"Herm- What?" Harry started.
"Leave it Harry, c'mon, lets get you and Ron to the infirmary to check the both of you over before dinner." Hermione said warmly, half-smile on her face as she more or less dragged the two of them towards the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
-Two Days After the *Incident*-
Hmph.
He still had his knickers in a bunch about that.
He didn't even have to ~look~ at the Mudblood anymore for her to get the message; the 'Get-Potthead-Away' look, . . . that one,
yeah.
So he'd had to stay out of sight for awhile, just until his Harry wasn't so riled up about him nearly shredding the Weasel, it's not like anyone would miss him.
He'd ordered the twins to pacify the little golden-brat so he wouldn't have to play Mr. Sensitive and disgustingly gushy and sincere when he decided to finally just throw the godamned self-righteous gryffindork up against the next wall he found and just outright fuck him…
Hmmm….fuck.
He'd been having a combination of the wildcat Granger, Weasley twin Fred, and Parkinson…made for a lovely night, he particularly favored it the next day when he caught them wincing whenever they tried to sit down or move in some particular reason…
How delightful.
Yes, truly.
Draco sighed absently as he made sure to keep a few paces behind the Gryffindor trio, he'd been following Potter since yesterday morning when he'd been glared at rather excessively then flat out ignored while Potthead made his way towards his next class.
Ah, the classic silent treatment.
So he'd figured if he was going to be ignored he might as well skip his classes he didn't have with Scarhead and follow him around all day; after all, he didn't want anyone messing with his property.
Draco smiled gleefully as he hid in a shadowed corner just as the trio came to a halt, by the looks of it having a heated conversation concerning Severus no doubt and some wretched assignment he'd just recently ordered.
Which was fine with him, because while they were busy, and with Granger knowing that even if she did see him, she knew to shut her mouth about it…or else.
Taking a step or two forward, he lifted a pale hand and ran his fingers through the unruly black hair that belonged to his green-eyed angel…
Hehee….yes, ironic isn't it?
Our appearances I refer to and my calling little Scarhead an angel…when people would think I look like one, you know…silver-blonde hair…illustrious silver eyes, pale skin, and somewhat androgynous features…
While Potter had the tousled, black, and in-dire-need-of-a-haircut hair, the tanned, lickable flesh, bright green, devilish eyes that held so much delicious pain and innumerable secrets, oh and don't forget that scar…
Quite a pair the two of us will make, perfectly shaped to fit each other, yet complete opposites in appearance and personality…like yin and yang…
Oh- daydreaming a little too long-
Draco pulled himself back into the shadows just as Harry turned around to see what brushed against him; a stray student passed between them.
He waited another moment until Harry was once again absorbed in the conversation…
Taking another step forward, he leaned in, taking in the scent of Potter's hair, he leaned down a little more…
His light pink tongue licked a wet path from the back collar of his shirt to the nape of his neck then traced back down to bite gently, pointed fangs piercing the soft flesh to draw a few tears of blood.
In a few moments Potter would overcome his shock and whirl around in a fury of shock, excitement, and rage…
Draco closed his lips over the wound, sucking the wet flesh a second longer.
He released his hold immediately, stepping back into the shadows; dispersing into the air with a malicious laugh of delighted glee, and then to pull matter back to his being to reappear a good few feet out of sight…
Ah, the lovely gifts vampires had…and with only a few drops of his Harry's delicious blood…
He paused a few moments to watch as his Harry jerked around suddenly, wand poised as he inspected the darkness, both of his idiot friends looking at him in confusion.
Draco chuckled to himself, thoroughly pleased as he continued to moniter his Harry throughout the day until he escorted him to his Harry's dorm, Scar-head quite unknowing of his graciousness…
Oh how pleasing it was to watch his Harry interact with the other idiots at the school and then to watch his reactions whenever he tousled his hair in passing hallways of darkness, ghosted a hand across any stray bodyparts…or something similar to the stunt he'd just pulled…
My how deliciously entertaining it was to watch that tasty bag of blood walk around-
Oops~!
Silly me~!
That was the vampire talking~!
Hehee!
-I found the ending part of this chapter to be quite entertaining since Draco was currently in the 'vampire' mode and thus had vampiric thoughts… ^.^
a thing on the mimic process: for a subimic or domic to successfully 'transform' or take the form of any creature they must have either seen or interacted with the creature before or recently; (Meaning Malfoy has encountered a vampire before sometime in his life and the same for an inu-youkai, it doesn't just mean he takes the form of whom he wants to seduce just for the same-species deal, it's like putting on a different change of clothes…-
Corokraze: I'm glad you love my fanfiction and I hope you continue to enjoy it as I write more ^.^
Malfoy_Girl: I can only hope I continue to be as good ^.^
Frizzy: hinting at me eh? XP
Moridicai: You're probably correct on the whole age thing, considering I was trying to straighten out the years and ages in my head… @.@ never a good thing to do in my case, but all the same just pretend that's their age or something…me tooo lazy to go back and find it… ^.^;
Jaded*Secrets: I hope I updated soon enough for you ^.^ XP
Guilty One: Yeah, Draco sort of got the slightly insane end of the shmiegel stick or something; and I know that Hermione stopped taking the psychics class but in this one, Harry and Ron managed to convince her to have that class as a sort of a break since she sort of over-exerts herself in all the others….
Chibbi-onna: X 3 –lovely review, really it was! ^.^ You're right about some people closing their eyes to the real world or just the disgusting parts of it… I actually know quite a few like that… ^.^;
Chibi Neko Rina : It has a dark feel to it? I was trying to aim for that too…*cheers* and each person that's claimed by Draco has their own personal reasons that if I don't manage to convey in this story, I'll just post it as an extra for this fic (since I wrote them down so I wouldn't forget what drives them to ultimately accept being owned by Draco)
Visceralvamp: yesh I remember, I was going for a crossbreed of the horses from Lord of the Rings and the Night Mares in the Piers Anthony novels (I just didn't add the slime and grime… *.* )
Katlyn: Voldemort had been seen as a 'potential' Domic, of which the people around him notified him of such in hopes of getting either on his good side or somehow sway to not attempt to dominate the world *thus getting voldie-bean's hopes up, and when he turned whatever age I said they normally mature in,….nothing happened…major angriness now…) I do mind games? Sometimes I don't notice, yay for me for managing to actually remember any!
Pyro: Yeah, Draco-boy will be a few spaces ooc now on considering whenever he 'mimics' a particular species he tends to also mimic their traits and personality thoughts and tendencies that would have a particular sway over his normal sense of judgement which you may have noticed in this chapter… ^.^ and yeah…I can see a facedown coming with Voldie-bean, not too much though since I don't really think I can do Voldemort's personality too well.
Sleeping Beauty: *yay* Truly I'm glad/happy that you find something in here you're able to relate too, (even if it's not quite pleasant… ^.^;) and I'm also happy that I managed to convey truths in here that you seemed to have recognized in my writings ^.^ And yay! I've got you hooked!!!! ^.^
GY: Harry won't always be the pushover submissive type in here…so no worries.
Insane Floo Pot: (I need to go to work in a few seconds and I want to post this chapter so all I can say about your review was that I loved it truly, I'm all for the long reviews and stuff---
*Inu-Youkai: A dog demon (for those of you that have not been introduced to the world of InuYasha)
