Dark Temptations

A/N: Fulfilling my promise of rewriting this chapter. Enjoy!

Summary: Draco has just started losing his natural senses for emotions and colors, with his dark side threatening to take over. The problem is, the only one who can save him now is Harry

Disclaimer: No one in this story belongs to me, and I hope you have understanding. . . this is harder than it looks!

A/N: Sorry if the beginning is a little slow, but it'll get better.

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Chapter 1-Game Start

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Draco had just turned seventeen, and still alone. His family had worried because of him losing his senses for feeling so soon, that all he knew was hunger. He had been stalking the hallways for over an hour, trying to rid all of the people who adored him for his looks, his power and his money. Roaming, to also search for his other half, the person that could save him from himself. His blood hummed everytime he passed another person, humming from the need to feed on something, someone.

Because of his dark-side, this was the other reason why the Malfoys were so valuable to Voldemort, because they were part of the last 'Ancients', as they would call it. And he needed his other side desperately, afraid that he wouldn't be able to go on and search for the dawning sun, not wanting to be a mindless, bloodthirsty killer. This was the only way he could die, because his other half was partially siren, the part that allowed him to walk among them during the day. He was also walking, because he knew his other half was there somewhere, the reason he hadn't lost all of his senses.

Still lost in thought, he never noticed the other boy running in his direction, neither having paid much attention to each other until it was too late.

"Aagh!"

"Ouch!"

Draco had just walked straight into Harry Potter, the person he loathed the most. As he rose and finished dusting off his clothes, he stared annoyed at the other boy, who looked him directly in the eyes. 'Green eyes,' Draco thought to himself, marveling at the way they sparkled. So pure and green.

"Hello, Malfoy," Harry greeted Draco, glaring at him.

"Watch where you're going next time, Potter," Draco had intended to sound smug, but the words came out in an affectionate purr, which stunned Harry. Gazing down at him, Draco noticed the way Harry was still on the floor, raised up barely on his elbows. How he would have loved to just push the other boy back down on his back, pinned to the ground and-NO! He mustn't think that way. But the beast inside him responded differently.

"Draco?" Harry asked in a slightly worried tone. He had noticed the way the other boy had been looking at him, still not quite understanding what was going on. As he rose to his feet and they both looked each other directly in the eyes, this was also the first time they had noticed that Draco was slightly taller than Harry was. But something in his eyes made Harry continue to stare, something hypnotic.

Draco was the one to break the contact and gave Harry his books, pushing him away and telling him to go to class. Then he ran off, leaving a confused Harry behind, who then remembered that he had to go to the library.

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"Harry, there you are!" Hermione called from a table near the back of the library. He quickly walked over to them and told them how he had ran into Draco and what had happened.

"Did the slimy little git do anything to you?" Ron demanded furiously, angry that he hadn't been around to have a reason to punch Draco in the face.

"He just handed me my books and told me to go on with my business," Harry said, thinking back, still not understanding what had taken place there.

"Maybe he's decided to be nice for a change," Hermione suggested.

"Sure Hermes, and Snape decided to be nice to Gryffindors and give us all A's, not to mention 100 house points for even attending his class," he said, rolling his eyes upwards. "Sometimes you can be really daft, you know."

"Don't call me Hermes!" she said, eyeing him in an annoyed expression. Harry had known that they liked each other, but he never could figure out why they were so stubborn on 'connecting'.

"You two really ought to get to know each other," he told them honestly. He still worried that they would kill one another before their true feelings were said.

"Harry!" they both said in unison, slightly blushing as well.

"It's true," he muttered to no one in particular. 'Even after 7 years, they still haven't learned,' he thought in amusement. "Hi Harry!" said Neville, who looked like he had been running from a demon- possessed Tiger. He sat down heavily on the chair next to Harry, who gratefully took the glass of water from Hermione who'd conjured it up.

"What happened?" Ron asked, after Neville had gulped all of it down in one swallow.

"Been running," he said breathlessly.

"Obviously, but from what?" Hermione pressed on.

"Crabbe and Bullstrode."

"For what?" all three asked in disbelief.

"I can't say yet," he told them, looking around as if his grandmother would show up out of nowhere. "They were planning something for the dance, you know, to make it go wrong or something," he started explaining. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but then Millicent saw me and they both started going after me."

"What dance, Neville?" Ron asked, not having a clue of what was going on.

"You know, for the- oops."

"For what?" Hermione asked, clearly excited to know something no one else knew.

"Can't say," Neville said in a rush, jumping out of his seat and started backing away. "Have to go find Trevor. Bye." And with that he stormed out of the library, with Madame Pince fuming behind him, muttering about students with no manners.

"Do you guys have any idea what he was talking about?" Harry asked after a while.

"'fraid not," Ron said thoughtfully.

"Whatever the case," Hermione interrupted into both their thoughts, "we now have to charter the different constellations and how they will progress in a month."

"Of course," Ron said merrily, "anything to keep you off of my back and out of my business."

"I am your business," Hermione smiled sweetly at him.

"Oh crap."

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Draco had been running ever since he met up with Harry back in the hall, running to get away and to fight the urge. It was impossible, he thought to himself. Yet, it all made perfect sense. He had always been cold and emotionless throughout the holiday away from school, now back, he always felt that familiar feeling of loathing towards the other boy. But it was always so familiar, that Draco had completely overseen it as an emotion at all. But also now, where they had just had physical contact since his conditions had started, all the colors flooded back into him. And the first he had seen were those brilliant green eyes. 'But he's a guy,' he muttered to himself, 'he can't help nor continue on the bloodline.' Or could he?

Draco was doing his best to try and justify the fact that Harry couldn't be the one he'd searched for, but always when he thought of him, he also now understood why the beast within him stirred. What he had mistaken for resentment had actually been passion, passion for the one he had disliked for now seven years, 'their last year together,' he thought in amazement. Amazement that they'd let each other live so long, amazement that he'd never noticed this before, just amazement. When he finally stopped running, he noticed he was at the edge of the forbidden forest, and slowly started making his way back, hunger craving him. "He's not even one of us," Draco said aloud to no one in particular. 'And neither was your mother,' said a little cruel voice within his head.

Though it seemed like he was an only child, he was actually the youngest of four, the oldest one had seeked the sun about a half century before he was born. 'Luther,' he thought, his oldest brother who he had never met, whose room he had now, whose looks. He had only been past half a millennia when he knew that the inner darkness would soon consume him, and since it was before Voldemort's time as well, he didn't want to go and hunt down kindred for the fun of blood spill. Though in line of the Dubrinsky, it always came past two hundred years before they began to lose sense for anything except the need to protect that which was alive and kill the predator. The nosferatu.

But for that reason, they were the outcasts, who might as well have been the Undead.

Finding his way back to the castle, Draco decided he had better go find Harry to tell him, before both ended up in utter loneliness.

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Harry had been making his way back to the common room, taking the shortest way, which was also the creepiest and darkest way throughout the whole school, when he felt a cold and strong hand stopping him and grabbing onto his shoulder.

"AAIGH-" his scream had been cut short by a hand that covered his mouth and held him close to another body.

"Shh, Potter, it's just me," came an urgent whisper from behind him.

'Malfoy?!' Harry thought in panic. 'What was he doing here?'

"I'll let you go," he breathed into Harry's ear, which made him shiver, "but only if you promise not to yell out."

Harry nodded his head, his heart beating faster with each fleeting second.

'Ah, how nervous he is,' Malfoy thought in amusement, feeling Harry's heartbeat compared to his own, probing his thoughts and seeing the sudden fear and panic. He didn't want to scare the other boy away.

He slowly let go of Harry, who quickly rushed out of his reach and turned to look at the silver-haired boy that stood in the full glow of the moon light, his eyes profoundly sparkling.

'How pretty,' Harry thought, then shook his head vigorously to get rid of the thought of his enemy like that. 'Disgusting! Ugh!'

"We need to talk," Draco inquired after a moment of amused silence. Harry just looked at him, into those mesmerizing eyes that wouldn't let go of him. "You need to know some things Harry."

This was the first time Draco had used his first name, the very shock of it brought Harry back into his senses, not understanding what had happened. "I don't understand," he said, turning over what Draco had just told him. He wanted to get away from there, run into the nearest cover and hide like a little child.

Draco who read that Harry wanted to bolt moved in one graceful sweep that startled Harry even more and put his arm around Harry's slim waist. His inner beast was raging for release to be free.

"Draco, what-" Harry was once again cut off from his line of sentence when Draco gently laid a finger across Harry's lips to silence him. He had such soft lips, Draco thought, wanting to press his against them. "I have to tell you a secret Harry," Draco whispered in a deep voice, causing Harry to shiver again. "Do you know anything about Carpathians?" he asked.

He shook his head, becoming more nervous at how the other boy was touching him, holding him close. Harry was in a serious state of Panic, wishing that someone would tell him what was going on. Why was he being questioned about what he only understood to be mountains?

"You do know about Vampires?" Draco stated, raising his eyebrows as if to challenge the boy.

"Yes," Harry answered in a tiny voice. 'Someone help me!' he thought, his whole mind a frenzy.

Draco noticed how afraid he was and let him go, but still not backing up, making Harry press against the wall. "Carpathians are what become Vampires," Draco began explaining in a calm, soothing voice. "A Carpathian cannot exist without his other half, and so he has two options."

"W-what are those?" Harry barely could say the words, his mouth was so dry.

Draco wanted to calm Harry's nerves, wanted to stroke his forehead in a relaxing motion so the other boy could be at ease.

"He can either seek the sun, which of course would end his life," Draco stated, watching Harry's reaction of slight shock, "or he becomes a vampire, though not like the Dracula muggles think of."

Harry had dared to swallow, still scared at how gentle this other boy was being, 'the one that he couldn't stand the most', he thought with a shiver going down his back. "What kind of a vampire?" he asked, though doubting he really wanted to find out, still trying to back up further.

Draco looked him directly in the eyes, and Harry let out a yelp when he saw a light flicker within his silver ones. "The blood-thirsty murderous type," Draco whispered to him, causing Harry to break out in a sweat.

'This is insane,' Harry thought, looking around as if in hope anybody could come help him, even Peeves. 'Why do these things happen to me?' But he couldn't help but gaze into Draco's flashing eyes, eyes that seemed to look deep into his mind, his heart, his soul. "Why are you telling me all this?" Harry asked, hoping this would end their meeting.

"Because you need to know," Draco said, slowly coming closer. He heard how fast Harry's heart was beating, how his breathing came swifter. "You need to know before-"

"Before what?" Harry regretted asking as he saw the hunger and urgency rise in Draco's silver eyes. He regretted having even made an acquaintance with him. 'Please god,' he begged, 'please help me.'

Draco was losing control over what raged within him, howled in fury at being held down to what he had longed for. He couldn't bare it any more. Draco moved swiftly, but gently, pressing Harry's body harder against the wall as he stole away Harry's first kiss. Harry's mind had gone blank in that moment, as soon as he felt Draco's warm lips against his own. Not the kind on the cheek that Mrs. Weasley occasionally planted there, not the motherly kind, but the kind of a lover, of someone who would only and always care for him. He didn't understand the intensity of what was passing between them, only that something deep inside him felt whole, completed. His knees started getting weak, the only thing holding him up was Draco's muscular body next to his.

'Draco's body. . . ' Harry was trying to push away from the boy, only to receive a growl which came deep from Draco's throat, like a dog warning an intruder away.

Draco sensed that he had lost control, quickly regaining his composure, pulling away and letting Harry slide down the wall as he stood up straight again. "I have told you," Draco said, slightly out of breath himself, but not showing the least bit of waver in his attitude. "I have told, explained to you what is happening."

Harry who was sitting on the floor trembling didn't even dare to look up into that piercing, craving gaze. "You-haven't told me anything about- what's happening," was all he was able to utter under the circumstances.

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Harry?" Draco asked in a slightly amused tone of voice, stepping closer yet again, "I'm carpathian."

Though it didn't seem possible, Harry paled even more at the thought. "Then why can you walk in the sun?" he asked after a moment of silence, trying to recollect his thoughts yet again.

"I am also part siren, from my mother's side," he whispered into Harry's ear as he bent down next to him, leaning closer as if to take Harry's lips again. "That is the only thing that keeps me alive within the strongest moments of the sun, that's why I'm not playing Quidditch that often."

"Please," Harry begged, not able to take any more, "what does any of this have to do with me?"

"Very simple," Draco came closer to Harry's ear, "you are my other half." He heard as Harry took a quick breath, his heartbeat going over time. "Calm down," he said, now nearly cheek-to-cheek, "I wouldn't harm you if that's what you're afraid of."

Those words, though soothing, didn't reassure Harry in the least. Quite on the contrary, he had a Vampire in love with him, and he's saying that's quite all right after explaining he could go 'Jack the Ripper' on him any day. "Can I please go now?" Harry was on the brink of tears now, wishing he could be in someone else's position.

Draco had a slightly pained look on his face at these words, hurt that Harry wanted nothing more than to get away from him. "Yes," he said after a moment of looking into the other boys' face longer, those green jewels refusing to look at him. Harry was walking past him to get his books and to go to Gryffindor tower, when Draco grabbed him by the arm. He pulled him back and skillfully wrapped his arm about his waist again, holding his chin forcing Harry to look him into the eyes and whispered, "Just remember this; though you may not accept this as of yet, don't ever think that anyone else will be able to do what I can do for you." That in itself was threat and warning.

Harry, who could do nothing more but stand there and stare at him in shock and fear, was weak in the knees again when Draco ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, causing the boy to slightly move closer in the passion and gentleness of the touch. Draco smiled, pleased with himself as he watched Harry's retreating back run towards his shelter.

Harry now knew what he was up against, and hadn't the slightest clue what would happen if Draco did succeed in what he said. He decided to find out as much as possible about carpathians tomorrow with Hermione's help. He was slightly out of breath when he finally made it to the fat lady's picture, who looked worried when she saw how pale and sweaty he was. Harry assured her it was nothing and ran into his room, threw his books into the chest, nearly ripped his clothes as he was doing his best to get them off, and huddled in bed in nothing more than his boxers. He couldn't sleep, though, not with the incident that happened just moments before still vivid in his mind. But a simple command let him drift off without further troubles, when he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Draco was sitting on his bed, sensed that Harry was having trouble sleeping and sent his thought out to him, letting him rest without further problems. "And now, my dear Harry," he whispered to himself with a grin across his face, "let our little game begin."

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A/N: I seriously wrote this? o_O

OMG, what happened? I remember slightly what I started with, but jeez, this is the first time I read through this. I am a genuine pervert and didn't even know it! I don't want to re-write anymore chapters! Who knows what else came from my warped little mind there! Good grief, someone slap me! *_*

And you guys like it!! *shivers* I'm never reading my own work ever again!! It's up to BETA from now on! Eugh!

~Lythtis