Chapter 3: Midnight Prowler
Gryffindor Common Room
It had been several weeks since his breakdown on the train. Though he was still in a bit of an emotional stupor Harry found that he could go several days without cutting himself. That is if he went to go see Remus. Feeling stifled Harry decided to go out on a walk.
Vampire Draconius Malfoy was in short bored. Can't even sleep at night anymore! Wonder what Harry's doing right about now. Harry…Harry I can hear you. Pleas let me set you free Draco sent. Something was wrong with his Gryffindor golden boy and he was going to find out what it was.
Harry…Harry I can hear you. Please let me set you free
Why did Draco do that? I don't understand Harry thought gazing forlornly up at the moon. In his right hand sat his knife, yet the thought of Draco stilled his hand. Things had been relatively quiet lately. That is where Voldemort was concerned. Nightmares of his many encounters with his Uncle kept him up at night. Here he was safe, cause no one could see. He could cry with out fear of prying eyes.
Why, why, why? What have I done? Why am I here? Someone please tell me! Why am I so cold, revered, hated, unloved, strong, weak! With that, Harry curled up into a compact bell of human misery and began shaking with violent hushed sobs. Nobody would hear him. They didn't care. All they wanted was for him to pry Voldemort off their backs so they could get back to living.
Then he heard it again. A soft reassuring voice in his mind. He knew it was Draco but it sounded so nice.
I can hear you
What?
outside this place
How?
Feel your broken heart, pride displaced
Do you know?
You bleed, you bleed and no one sees…but me
How can you?
Outside and in your precious blood is draining
-snort- precious my ass
You wish to die ,you wish to die. Sick and tired you are of this life. I want your life, I want your life. Not your soul but your life's rich red blood
Are you nuts!
I can hear you Harry I can! Please,please let me set you free
By now, Draco had finished the long climb to the top of the astronomy tower. So close, so very close. Don't cry love, don't cry.
"How do you know that? I've never even said it aloud," Harry whispered mesmerized by the ivory fangs glinting like polished pearls on the mouth of the young aristocrat. They were beautiful.
"To be honest I've heard that sorrowful litany of yours since I was around eight years of age. I've always wondered who it was or if perhaps I was going crazy and had lost my mind," Draco softly replied stepping closer to Harry.
"Oh, How can it be that you heard it? You live far away from privet drive and I never even said it aloud," Harry pondered yet again.
"It's simple Harry. I am a Vampire you are my mate. Upon conception a Vampire along with his or her mate share a psychic bond heightened by pain along with mental anguish," Draco explained drawing closer yet again.
"Your what? Hell no! No way am I spending eternity with you got it! No way in… in. Well anyway, you don't want me. I'm tarnished, used, spent. Besides Voldemort's going to kill me anyway and…" Slap! Draco smacked Harry with the back of his hand.
"Don't ever say that again! I will die before letting that snake lay a hand on you," he hissed.
"Ha, that's so funny," Harry chuckled insanely his head still twisted to the side exposing his moonlit neck to the starved Vampire.
"And.. uh.. What do you find so humorous," he stuttered struggling to maintain control over his sudden blood lust.
"It's just that. Ha,ha, ha, ha, ha! You're already dead," Harry burst out into spasmic fits of maniacal laughter.
"We may be immortal Harry, but we can still be destroyed.," he whispered sitting down beside his beloved.
"You… mean you Draco Malfoy, my sworn enemy, would die for me," Harry asked incredulous.
"I don't want to be your enemy Harry. I never did. See when you rejected me on the train. I was devastated thus, I did everything in my power to discredit them only it made you closer. For years, I've wanted you to notice me. Yet all you did was hang out with that Weasel and his filthy mudblood wench," Draco seethed.
"They're my friends," Harry growled.
"Look we were only ten years old. Isn't that a bit of serious thinking for a ten year old," Harry questioned now beyond confused.
"I loved you from the start and I was jealous. No one takes what I've claimed as mine. I want to make you laugh, I want to comfort you when your weak. ME! NOT weasel NOT MUDBLOOD, NOT ANYONE! Malfoy's are very possessive you know," Draco growled.
"Your so cold," Harry shivered.
"I don't have to be Harry. You could make me warm. You could sate my thirst. It wouldn't hurt I promise," Draco purred leaning closer to the succulent flesh.
"No, please..d..d..d..don't," Harry stammered.
"I can show you Harry Show you how it's supposed to be," Draco whispered blood lust tinting his tone. Slowly he touched Harry's shoulder and roughly yet gently drug his tongue across his collarbone. This produced a slight tremor in Harry that sent delicious shivers up and down his spine.
"No, n..n.n…no, I.. I c.. can't. Please I can't not now," Harry, pleaded fighting against haunting memory and the animalistic desire coursing through his veins. Suddenly as soon as it had started Draco's tongue ceased its teasing menstrations. Startled Harry opened his eyes.
"You… Why," Harry questioned confused.
"I love you Harry. If you're not ready I shall wait for you. Every night here in the Astronomy tower I'll wait for you. Goodnight Harry," with that Draco was gone.
Ready? Ready for what? Harry absently wondered. Ah! Well that's something to leave for another night.
A/N: Hey guys thanks for all the reviews. This is My first Harry Potter fic. You guys rock.
