"Hey, 'Mione?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yeah Harry? What's up? You don't look too good... what did Malfoy do?"
Harry laughed, "Nothing Hermione! But it's funny you should mention him..."
Hermione looked on with patience, "Harry, what's wrong?" she asked gently.
"Well... you see... I just came back from a meeting with Dumbledore and... um... you remember the whole Umbra world and the killing curse and all of that...?"
"Yes..."
"Well... it seems as though finding Draco as my mate, and then kissing him helped me recover, but only for a while... I'll go into a sort of relapse if I don't turn Draco, and I'll be a threat to Draco, too if he doesn't become a vampire..."
"So what's the problem, Harry?" Hermione, of course, had already figured out what the problem was; she just wanted to hear Harry say it out loud. He was a bright guy, it was just sometimes, to find the answer to something, you need to fully understand the question, and Harry couldn't always grasp the question.
"He doesn't want me to turn him..."
"Are you sure? Did you ask him?"
"Yeah..." Harry said, looking at his feet like a little kid would after an adult asked if they had taken a cookie and the kid would say no, when, in fact, they had taken two.
"Harry..." Hermione prompted, sounding very much like a mother.
"Well... I asked how he would feel about being a vampire."
"Ah. Well that's different than asking if you could turn him. I bet you didn't say why he needed to be a vampire either, did you?"
"Well, not exactly, no..."
Hermione gave Harry a pointed look, and said "Well, I suggest you inform him, huh? Maybe you could convince him. If the threat of you dying doesn't do the trick, the threat of him dying certainly will... he's too vain to let his precious self be marred by death..."
Harry didn't laugh, but hugged Hermione and said "Thanks 'Mione. I knew you'd know what to do," and then dashed off to find Draco.
Hermione stared at Harry's retreating figure with a mixture of sadness and pride. The boy had been through so much, and yet still behaved almost like a child... he fascinated Hermione in a way she couldn't describe. Some people fascinated Hermione with their shear stupidity, or their utter brilliance. Other's caught Hermione's eye because they were unnaturally good in one subject, or with a certain spell. Harry, however, confused Hermione. The boy had had no childhood that she could discern, because he had been forced to do chores for his pig of an uncle for all his life, and it seemed as though the child that never had the chance to be noticed, would come out at random times. People rarely noticed, but when Harry was frustrated, he would stomp his feet in irritation, and when he was hungry for a snack, he always wanted something sweet. His attitude towards life was very unlike everyone else's views. All the witches and wizards in Harry's year had seen the bad in the world, and recognized it, and were therefore unwilling to see the good in someone until that good was blatantly on display. Harry had been through more than anyone else, and he still saw good in everyone unless they proved to him that they were downright evil.
Yes, Harry was one of the few things that always confused Hermione. You couldn't pick up a book and read about why Harry acted the way he did, or why he thought the way he thought. You could look up his family tree, or all of his accomplishments, but one would never figure out why he constantly tugged on the same strand of hair when he couldn't figure out a problem, or why when he was sad, every third footstep he took would be louder than the others.
Hermione figured she was the only person to notice these subtleties about Harry, but she was wrong. One other person had also noticed his oddities, and other things that Hermione would never notice about Harry. One Draco Malfoy was also fascinated with Harry Potter, for the same reasons Hermione was, and many many others.
"Draco?" Harry called into the dorm room where he had left Draco to go search for Hermione.
"Yeah?"
"Um... you know how I asked you how you would feel about becoming a vampire?"
"Yeah..."
"Well... there was a reason for that question..." Harry said.
"Yeah, I know, it's because of vampire tradition, right? Isn't that what you said?" Draco asked.
"Well... yeah... but it's a bit more than tradition... you see... we might... die... if I don't turn you..." Harry exhaled the breath he had been holding, and looked down at his feet.
Draco's answer shocked Harry, "I know."
"You know?" Harry repeated.
Draco nodded his head.
"Then why didn't you let me turn you when I asked the first time? If you knew you could die... or that I could die, why didn't you just let me turn you?"
Draco pondered the question for a bit before responding, "Because you needed to tell me. I can't trust you if you never prove to me that there's some reason for me to believe you will do the right thing. I mean, yes, you have faced Voldemort, and yes, you have saved your life, and that of your friends, but that's what the immediate circumstances called for. When under pressure, the mind and heart usually work together to do what is eventually right, but when given time to think about something, the mind and heart tend to separate, one saying one thing, the other something else. I needed to know that I could trust you to tell me, and to trust that you would trust me with the news that we could lose our lives."
Harry nodded in understanding, "Draco... will you let me turn you into a vampire?"
It sounded almost like a marriage proposal to the two Hogwarts students, and in a way, it was.
"Of course," Draco answered, and Harry quickly sunk his fangs into Draco's neck.
It had been a few weeks since Draco had been turned into a vampire, and both he and Harry had only recently gotten over the side effects. For Draco, he had to get used to his suddenly very honed senses and telepathy, while Harry had to cope with having a bond.
A vampire can only create one other vampire, and that other vampire is their mate. Once the vampire has been created, they can't be turned back, and a bond is formed between the original vampire, and the new one. The old vampire, because they have never had a bond before, has to cope with feeling what the other is feeling, and has to train himself to leave the new vampire's side. The bond is very strong, and makes it hard for the older vampire to leave the younger one's side, but it can be done. Harry had gotten to the stage where he could be away from Draco for roughly five hours, before having to see his mate again.
At the moment, Draco was looking for his mate, seeing as he was hungry, and only his mate's blood could satisfy him.
He found Harry out by the lake, painting.
"I didn't know you were artistic..." Draco commented.
"Well, I suppose now you know," responded Harry, concentrating more on the painting than he was on the conversation.
Draco gave a helpless sigh.
"There's so much I don't know about you, and that you don't know about me. There are too many things to do together, and far too many threats. Voldemort and Death Eaters, to name a few," Draco said, a tint of hopelessness in his voice.
Harry turned away from his painting to stare at the blond vampire who was looking out across the lake at nothing in particular. The black haired vampire put a hand on Draco's cheek and slowly turned Draco's head until the two were looking at on other. Harry planted a soft kiss on Draco's lips.
"You know, we have eternity to worry about these things," he said, kissing Draco's lips.
"An eternity..." Draco echoed.
"Yeah," Harry kissed him again.
"You know, an eternity doesn't sound like a very long time..."
"Oh believe me, it is... but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy every second of it..." Harry answered, kissing Draco again.
"And how do you propose we do that?" Draco teased, kissing Harry back.
"Oh... I can think of a few things..." was the reply.
Both boys laughed, racing each other towards the castle. They moved almost too quickly for the human eye to see, just one blur of color, seeming to run faster than light itself.
Two boys were lying side by side on the bed in one of the dorm rooms, tucked snuggly under a huge comforter. The blond one rolled over, cuddling up into the dark haired one's side and mumbled, "I could get used to this..." before dozing back into an even deeper sleep.
The other boy was awake and stroked the blonde's hair for a while before whispering back, "Welcome to eternity Draco."
He then planted a kiss on top of Draco's head, and fell asleep himself.
&THE END&
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