To Posses the Light

Chapter 13: FuCk Me

My how deliciously entertaining it was to watch that tasty bag of blood walk around-

Oops~!

Silly me~!

That was the vampire talking~!

Hehee!

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This game was getting boring, it'd been six days already and nearly half the school was wearing those silly little trinkets that kept him from claiming any of them.

Draco laughed; the Weasel wore his everywhere, never took the damn thing off and clutched at it every time he passed the twat…quite sad really…he actually believed that he, a Malfoy, would even consider taking him! A pathetic Weasley!

Quite pathetic really.

But other than that, he was becoming increasingly displeased; Pothead was still not coming around! He seems to be bloody stuck on that measly little accident!

Bloody Fuckin' Annoying!!

He clamped his mouth shut over a snarl; why couldn't he just accept the obvious! It was Potter's own fault for trying to interfere to begin with!

Draco pouted, lifting his leg to rest on top of the desk, uncaring if the Dark Arts professor attempted to berate him for it.

Oh he'd noticed other things besides his devilishly sexy Harry Potter, sure; like how nearly the entire faculty had first appeared with those wretched little charms, but, he had also noticed that two professors in particular that didn't wear them.

He could easily tell that the werewolf and his favorite potions professor wanted him; the young, beautifully handsome, a one-of-a-kind sexy Adonis, much-lusted-after Sex God, the one and only, Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Draco knew they wanted him to claim them; though why, he wasn't quite sure; well for the werewolf, the poor creature had simply lost its pack leader, for professor Lupin was a submissive were-creature. You could tell by his rather, fearful nature; you know what I mean, the whole self-loathing bit where they despise and hate what they've become, what they'd truly been even before the turning.

Poor sap.

But that didn't matter, they stead-fastedly refused to wear those obnoxious little talismans so he could wait before he decided to mark them and take them for his own.

As for everything else, he'd hear little on the old bag Voldemort's front; he had already claimed the twins, the slut, the bookworm, the one-sixteenth veela, the descendant of Morgan Le Fey, and… hmm…who else was he missing…? Or was he missing anyone…? Well there was Harry, but he hadn't marked him yet…

The bell rang; Draco made his way out of the room, walking down the hall to his next class.

"Yes Fred?" Draco spoke without looking behind him, already knowing Fred Weasley stood behind him.

"It never ceases to amaze me how you can tell us apart from each other." Fred commented absently as he fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist; nuzzling against Draco's hip.

"Only because everyone else is so fucking blind to the most painfully obvious." Draco remarked without thought, his right hand combing through the red hair like you would pet your favorite dog or cat.

"Any change in his behavior since that day? I grow tired and impatient with his constant anger over nothing." Draco inquired, oblivious of the wide-eyed students that stopped to gawk at the abnormal scene before them.

"Very little I'm sorry to say," Fred spoke softly, giving a soft squeeze for emphasis, "He seems quite stuck on the fact that you should apologize for your actions,"

Fred's face grew serious as a memory came to the front; "I think there's more to it than that Draco," he paused in thought, "Something's not quite right with him, not in the mind."

"Yes, I've noticed, when I'd slipped into vampiric skin he'd smelled of pleasant things in bedchambers yet, by the amount of blood I could smell that had been spilt on him, he had not been a willing nor consensual partner during the act."

"But that couldn't be right, I mean I haven't seen anyone make a move on him in any form of a sexual manner, other than you of course," the Weasley remarked, rising to his feet, arms still wrapped around Draco's slim waist.

"Quite right Fred," Draco agreed, "But then it would mean it had happened during the summer now wouldn't it?"

Fred's body stilled, more memories washing over him, "I can believe it if it proved true," he spoke softly, so no one but them would hear, "In second year we'd had to break him out of his room and take him to the Burrow; their were bars on his window."

"Do you know if Potter will be returning for the holidays?" Draco asked.

"Yes, it's strange, he'd never done so before, but now he goes back to that place every holiday… almost… out of fear."

"Good," Draco said, "I can fix two problems with one blow," he paused, a dark grin spreading across his face, though no joy entered his eyes, "I'll castrate the bastards that stole my Harry's virginity and innocence while appearing to be Potter's savior at the same time- causing his previous little spat of anger to dissolve into trusting love and endless adoration for me." He smiled then, completely believing everything would work out just like he'd planned.

But everyone knows it's better to let the insane man think what pleases him; for it's better that he's happy then have his anger directed upon the person that brought the rain down on his parade…

"Get me his home address Fred, and what time and day he'll be leaving."

"I'll have it by tomorrow for you Draco," Fred complied, placing a kiss on Draco's cheek before walking off to his next class.

The rest of the day ended quite uneventfully for everyone; some happy about that fact, others straight disappointed…

The next morning at the breakfast table; wearing black sweatpants and an open, plain-white dress shirt, Draco Malfoy sipped black coffee from a white mug.

Truth be known, it was his favorite mug, he took it everywhere with him; the source of his utmost favoritism because of the simple two words inscribed in black 'FuCk Me', he had a copy in case it ever broke, and another in reversed color scheme.

It was the weekend, or at least he believed it was considering the lack of students at the breakfast table and taking into notice how muggle-dressed half of them were…

The owl post came, and with it, his eagle owl dropped a letter for him; it was George's loopy scrawl, apparently the two still didn't believe that he could tell them apart from each other; that had been one of their biggest set backs in coaxing them into his bed.

The two idiots actually believed no one could tell them apart- which had thus created an entirely huge angst-case of dilemma when all he'd had was a major hard-on and a shyte-load of rumors concerning how good the two of them were in bed.

Draco sighed and rubbed his face, groaning as he did so; he was still a bit groggy, he wasn't entirely a morning person, but being out of bed a second or so after the sun rose tended to have its perks.

He just couldn't recall them at the moment.

Returning to previous thoughts- ah yes…

He pulled the letter out of George's letter to find Fred's near-identical loopy scrawl, the most obvious difference in their writing styles happened to be that Fred curled his 'y's and 'g's a little too much.

Enough of that, the two flipped back and forth in poor attempts to conceal that only one of them had wrote and collected information when both of them did.

Potter would be leaving this Monday around noon to arrive at the train station to be then picked up by the man named 'Vernon Dursley' to be taken to the muggle house by the address of '4 Privet Drive'…hunh…

Silver eyes drifted further down, when the twins researched; they went overboard…but in a good, useful way.

Three occupants in the small house, consisting of one beastly-sized, gay, Dudley Dursley- cousin to one Harry Potter…

Vernon Dursley, half the whale-size of D.D. - uncle to Harry…

Petunia Dursley, priss-faced, stick-woman, ultra-prude and snobby…aunt to Harry…

Previous living arrangements- in a small cupboard for ten years until the first letter concerning Hogwarts arrived…

Draco's eyebrow shot up as his lip curled into a sneer of outrage. The hero of the fuckin' wizarding world lived in a FUCKING CUBOARD FOR TEN BLOODY YEARS!?

He shook his head- now was not the time…

Turning his head a bit, he shifted the letter to glance at the second parchment that happened to be a map of both levels of the house on Privet Drive and where each occupants rooms lay.

Draco set the papers down and rubbed his temples in thought briefly before taking a sip from his less-scalding black coffee.

The fine beginnings of anger still simmered somewhere in the back of his mind, just waiting for the opportunity to attack him and take control for most likely to commit murder of a few muggles he was positively sure, no one would miss…

-r/r as always,

 DarkSiren666 : Yeah, you could say I had a bad day, today wasn't that good either since some goth chic decided to write a long review of all the mistakes I'd done concerning the schooling system in my other Fanfic 'The Malfoy Inheritance'…but I suppose I set myself up for that- I always do in the end…

Asaroth69 : Always a pleasure hearing from you ducks, truly ^.^ I'm pleased you knew this wasn't a veela fic, concerning my temper- sadly enough it's like a passing…here then gone…right pain in the arse that can be… 'specially when you're in a fight… one second I'm right ready to break the git's neck- the next, 'well this is bloody pointless…can you lend me a dollar-? I'm kinda parched at the moment..?' Fuckin' annoying is what it is… ^.^;

Someonesgurl : Yeah, the Domic was pretty much a spec of the moment inspiration, I just got sick of the constant fluff and submissive nature that the 'dominants' tended to get after so long…So…I figured, 'What if there was such a creature incapable of even acting the part of a sub- because it didn't have the ability to?' Basically, a purely dominant creature is what I desired.

Juushika :  There it is again…this mysterious 'plot' I'm supposed to have… Would someone- ANYONE please give me even the slightest bloody description of just WHAT this INFAMOUS 'plot' could be? I mean seriously ladies and gents' When I type away at a story, I generally have no such thing in mind other than I want to type- with these people- and they're going to do this…and this…and I want them to end like this…but no way in all seven dimensions am I going to make it easy for them… -.-;