Chapter 4: Game Start-Tease the Vampire
It's been a week. I haven't gone back. The creature with fangs watches me every day. I can feel it. Malfoy seems to be weakening almost by the hour it seems. Wonder what his problem is. Any way I've decided to go and visit the creature with fangs tonight. He says I must be ready for something ,but I don't know what it is.
It can't be Voldemort. I know I'm not ready for him. No one else is supposed to know. I cannot show weakness everyone's relying on my strength.
"Hey mate commin to breakfast," Ron called up the stairs.
"Be right there Ron. I haven't finished applying my eyeliner yet," Harry replied.
"My God Harry your becommin' more and more like a girl everyday. Next you'll be wantin' your belly button pierced. Ron bantered. "Already done that Ron," Harry answered.
"Ph! For the love of …ah! Just hurry up mate I'm starving," Ron yelled.
"You go on ahead I'll be right there," Harry replied appraising himself in the mirror once more. Yesterday Hermione preformed a Vision correction char on his eyes so he could see without his glasses. His green eyes now lined in black and navy blue glowed like beacons against the moon that was his skin. Over top of a crimson fish net shirt sat a Darkness t. How he loved that band. Finishing off the look came a pair of tight on the hip baggy on the leg bondage pants that rode low on his hips. Between the hem of his shirt and the top of his pants and emerald green belly button ring flashed at intermittent intervals as Harry moved.
Last but not least Harry firmly clasped a black spiked dog collar around his swanlike neck. Spend an eternity with Draco Malfoy? What a waste. Oliver Wood is a much better prospect if you ask me.
Breakfast Great Hall
Draco was enjoying a leisurely breakfast when Blaise began excessively poking him in the arm.
"Blaise! Stop it you're seriously annoying me. WHAT," Draco growled then stared. There striding confidently into the great hall came an angel. An extremely sexy gothic one at that. Hmmmm, was that a belly button ring? My god could he get any sexier? he mentally drooled, his icy cold stare following the boy-who-lived all the way to his table.
He's watching me again. Good he'll soon see that though he's claimed me as his own I've branded another as mine. Harry thought sitting down next to the quidditch captain.
"Good morning Wood," Harry murmured.
"Eh…uh..hiya Harry, How are you this morning," Wood replied staring blatantly at the lithe beauty beside him.
"Great. Hey! I could use a bit of practice before the season this year. Ya know a couple exclusive afternoon run's as I've been out of the air for about a year," Harry intoned. Subtly gauging the blonde Vampire's reaction from across the hall.
"Sure Harry Oh, and uh Harry have you thought about what I asked you last year ," Wood nervously questioned.
"Asked me about? What are you talking about," Harry asked knowing the answer but enjoying his position of power.
"Well um, about you and uh…well wouldyougooutwithme," Oliver spat in a rush of jumbled nerves.
Shooting a carefully disguised glance at the now trembling blonde Harry gave his answer.
"Yes Oliver I would love to. How about today after a bit of an afternoon session on the quidditch field," Harry replied.
"Great yeah! That would be just fine! Cool," Oliver exalted throwing himself onto Harry and enveloping him in a huge hug. Stay calm, Stay calm. This is only Oliver, just Oliver. Harry coached himself into not shirking away from the giant show of affection.
Instead he returned the gesture, brushing the cool metal of his belly button ring against the taught stomach beneath the small cotton shirt.
Let go of him he's mine! Draco inwardly raged grasping desperately at his quickly fleeing strands of sanity. In defeat the young vampire closed his eyes and the walls of the Great Hall began to shake and vibrate candle's winked out in the ceiling, portraits fell from the walls amid the shrieking sea that were now the Hogwarts students.
All fled except for one. Standing defiant at the head of the Gryffindor table Harry potter looked over saluted and sauntered fearless from the hall.
That Afternoon at Quidditch Pitch
"Harry I'm about to let the snitch out. You ready for it," Oliver called. "Ready Oliver let her fly," Harry replied atop his broom.
"Okay, one…two..three,"Oliver released the snitch and watched in rapture as Harry streaked off it. There was nothing he liked better than watching Harry fly. He was absolutely beautiful, and he was his.
"C'mon Harry I wanna catch lunch in Hogesmeade," Wood called.
"Right then race ya," Harry challenged.
"On foot? All the way," Wood questioned. "Yup loser buys lunch c'ya," with that Harry raced off across the field.
"Ya little snitch come back here," Wood wailed pelting off after him. Under the bleachers a pair of silver eyes watched the whole interaction.
Oliver Wood, must die. He has taken what's mine. He will not have him for long!
A/N: Sorry the update took so long guys. I've been busy lately and as always to my beautiful reviewers you're great I love you- )
