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Warning: The story is almost completely AU and contains mature content, homosexuality, incest and character OOC. Now that you've read this warning, it's up to you to continue reading or not.
Rating: R / Mature
Bonds of Darkness
IMPORTANT: READ THE WARNING ABOVE BERFOREHAND!
Christmas
We all exist for a purpose. If even if do not know that purpose, we work towards it unknowingly. Unfortunately, our purpose if not of our choosing. The only thing we are allowed to choose is whether to accept or reject our purpose. And even then, we will always be ruled by our purpose.
Draco sighed and took his hot chocolate outside. He cursed Blaise and his new obsessions. Lately, schoolmate Blaise Zabini had gotten into spiritual thinking, trying to dig deeper into the meaning of life at every hour of every day.
"Do you know your purpose, Drac?" Blaise would ask for the hundredth time.
Really, why do I put up with him?' thought Draco. "I didn't know yesterday and it's highly unlikely that I'll find out today," Draco would reply monotonously, ripping apart the wrapping paper of his Christmas present in a bored fashion. "Now, would you find someone else to annoy and leave me alone?"
The day was slowly settling into noon and the temperature was becoming slightly warmer. Draco leaned against the cold stone battlements of the old Hogwarts castle and drank deeply from mug. The rustle of clothing behind him caught his attention.
"Come out, Harry," said Draco. "I know you're there."
A boy with jet-black hair appeared beside him, a look of utter nonchalance gracing his boyish face, and muttered a greeting.
"Nice to see you too, brother," said Draco, his eyes cold and calculating.
Yes, that's right. Harry and Draco were brothers. Different fathers, but definitely brothers. Draco was two years older than Harry and was currently in his fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While the blonde was chosen for Slytherin, Harry went to the rival house, Gryffindor.
Right now, the silver-green scarf around Draco couldn't have made more contrast to Harry's red and yellow winter uniform.
"I thought you disliked publicizing our relationship, Draco," said Harry.
"It's Christmas. I can make some allowances," replied Draco. He smirked. "What do you want? You never come to look for me."
I'm always looking for you, thought Harry. He put something on the battlement, next to Draco's right elbow.
"A Christmas present?" said Draco, amusement colouring his voice. "Whatever's inside isn't going to kill me, right? I know you hate me enough to give me some kind of lethal gift."
Yes, that's right. Show me how much you loathe me. Cut me with your icy words. "No, Draco," said Harry. "I thought I should give you something. It's Christmas after all."
Draco proceeded to stare at the present for a while before turning away. "Take it back. I don't want it."
Harry cringed. "I got it for you."
"And I'm telling you, 'I don't want it'," said Draco, pushing the present over the edge of the battlement.
Harry stared in a sort of stunned silence as he carefully-wrapped present fell and disappeared into the bushes under them. Harry balled his hands into fists. Every time he forgot why he hated his brother, Draco would easily supply him with a new reason.
"I hope you die and rot in hell," said Harry venemously, before leaving coldly.
The few moments after Harry's departure was ruled in silence. Draco rubbed the rim of his mug thoughtlessly and downed the rest of his hot - now icy cold - chocolate. "So do I, Harry. So do I."
February, Tuesday
In the month of January alone, Draco had managed to win and break the hearts of six girls altogether. And he had dumped two girls since the start of February, and counting. Harry turned a deaf ear to all the rumours and complaints until Draco tried to date the one girl Harry simply could not allow him: Hermione Granger.
She was Ron's ultimate crush after all. And as both their best friends, Harry could not allow his brother to abuse them. Stealing Hermione away from Ron was one thing. Breaking Hermione's heart made the wound deeper.
So when Hermione burst into their dorm one day, squealing in excitement, "Draco asked me out for Saturday night! Can you believe it?"
"Mione, you know that that git is a player," protested Ron.
"Yes but..." Hermione looked at her feet embarrassedly. "Every girl likes to be admired once in a while."
Harry saw Ron's hand clench into a fist. The redhead no doubt disapproved. He looked at Harry and shook his head. Harry nodded in understanding. He would talk to Draco.
"You absolutely cannot date Hermione," said Harry.
"And why not?" answered Draco coolly.
"She's my best friend!"
"And I care because?"
Harry glared vehemently at his brother. "I know you're going to dump her like the rest of the girls. I can't let you do that to her. She has someone who loves her wholeheartedly, unlike you, and I won't let you spoil his chances."
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Draco. "I will date whoever I please. Who knows? I might actually fall in for Granger.
"Bollocks," said Harry immediately. "Why are you doing this? Why are you playing with people's emotions? You weren't like this before."
"I'm just trying to decrease the number of my fan clubs," said Draco nonchalantly. "No, if there's nothing else you wish to say, I have to go."
"Wait!" exclaimed Harry. One last chance. Harry would have one more go at saving Hermione from his brother. "What if I found you someone else? A replacement? Someone to replace Hermione."
Draco laughed. "Everyone in this school wants to date me." Draco ruffled Harry's hair, mockingly reminding Harry that he was both shorter and younger than him. "Who can you get?"
"I'll let you decide," blurted Harry. "Whoever you'll want me to get, I get her for you."
Now this sounded interesting. Draco smirked. He bent his upper body till his mouth was levelled next to Harry's ear. "What if I said I wanted you?" he whispered.
"I know you won't," said Harry confidently and somewhat sadly. "You're only saying that so that I'll back down."
Oh, he read my mind, thought Draco amusedly.
"Do we have an agreement?" asked Harry.
Draco considered Harry's proposition for a while before nodding. "Okay. It's a deal. I will break it off with Hermione. I'll say that someone else loves her more than me. And you will get me whoever I want when I tell you to. Is that right?"
"Yes," said Harry. "I have to go." He left quickly without even a glance back at Draco. The insult Draco had given him by rejecting his present had left a gaping wound in his feelings; not that he'd admit it.
Draco stared at Harry's receding back and sighed. "Anyone I want," he muttered. "Everyone wants me. Except you."
That night, Draco wandered out of the castle alone, under the cover of the dark night. He strode along the well-memorized path to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest and stood still in waiting. Not long after, Draco made out the distinctive shape of a tall man swooping down to the grassy floor from a tree.
"Hello, Uncle Sirius," greeted Draco. Although Draco and Harry shared the same mother, they had different fathers. Sirius was Draco's uncle on his father's side. And Sirius, was by no means, an ordinary man. Unless you call a vampire an ordinary man.
"Long time no see, nephew," said Sirius. "What've you been up to?"
"Dating, dumping and shagging in between," answered Draco nonchalantly. "About the same thing you did before you met Uncle Remus. Say, where is he anyway?"
"Hello, Draco," said a voice behind the blond.
Draco's hair stood on its end in sheer surprise. Remus might've not been the vampire but his footsteps were more silent than Dracula. Maybe it had something to do with him being a werewolf. Remus came out from behind Draco and put an arm round Sirius' waist. A vampire and a werewolf. The sex must be wild.
"You've come here for that again, I suppose," said Draco, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.
Sirius nodded. "Remus' blood is delicious, but if I take too much potent werewolf blood, I might as well commit suicide. And I get so hungry when I don't have blood."
"Can't see why you can't take victims like normal vampires," muttered Draco.
"I can't do that," said Sirius. "You know as well as I do. I want to live a normal live. And I can't go choosing random preys if I want to live in peace with Remus."
"So it's okay to take my blood every now and then, is it?" asked Draco.
"Absolutely," said Remus. "You're a strong boy. A little blood loss won't hurt you."
"What are you talking about, Uncle Remus? Every time he sucks me, he drinks me to the point of death. Although you can heal the twin puncture holes with magic, Madam Pomfrey's starting to suspect something, what with all the regular trips I take to the Hospital Wing nearly unconscious."
"I promise I won't go too far," promised Sirius.
"That's what you said last time," growled Draco. He pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a long creamy neck. "Let's get it over with."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Grouchy," said Sirius, holding up both palms. "Wait a while, okay Remus?"
Sirius neared Draco and laid his right hand on Draco's left shoulder. Slowly, he descended upon the junction of Draco's neck and shoulder and penetrated the pale skin with twin fangs. When blood began to spill, Sirius started moaning.
At the same time, Harry could be found in the bushes of Hogwarts, trying to find the present Draco had carelessly pushed over the battlement. He had put a lot of time into that present and he'll be damned if he'd forfeit that present to a lucky passer-by. But after an hour and a half or fruitless search, Harry was starting to think that someone had really gotten to the present before him.
Harry was about to give up for tonight and start his search again in the morning when he heard a strange noise coming from the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Being the curious soul that he was, Harry went to investigate. He clutched the Invisibility Cloak he inherited from his father closer to his body and tried to make his footfalls as surreptious as he could.
There was that noise again. Was it Harry's imagination or did that sound like a moan?
Harry paused in his tracks when he spotted the silhouette of three people on forest grounds. Two of them were locked in an intimate embrace while the other stood several feet away. Harry was about to press on further when the moon came out from its hiding place behind the clouds and shed illumination on the strangers. Harry frowned.
Uncle Remus? What was he doing here?
Remus was younger brother to Harry's father. He was very close to the family, putting aside the fact that he was a werewolf. Then a year ago, he went and married a male vampire by the name of Sirius, who coincidentally was Draco's uncle on his (dead) father's side. If someone made a point to draw their family tree, it would end up in a confusing knot.
Harry was about to take off his Invisibility Cloak and greet his uncle when he saw his other uncle. The vampire uncle. Sirius. Harry had seen Sirius and Remus get it on lots of times. During family reunions, family dinners, etc.
But for the first time, Harry noticed that it wasn't Remus that Sirius was attaching himself to. It was Draco. Sirius mouth was fixed onto Draco's neck. Even a blind man would know what was going on. Sirius was actually sucking blood from his nephew. And said nephew seemed to be enjoying it.
Sirius had stopped moaning, busying his mouth with sucking blood out of Draco. The blonde was the one who was moaning shamelessly, tossing his head aside to allow Sirius more comfort on sucking his neck.
At one point, Draco felt too weak to stand up on his own. He fell backwards. Sirius wrapped his arms round Draco and fell down to the grassy ground with him, his mouth never leaving Draco's neck, still sucking fervently.
Draco was clawing Sirius' shirt clad back, tearing the fabric in ecstasy. Under the cover of his Invisibility Cloak, Harry blushed beetroot. Although he knew that wasn't what they were doing, Harry felt as though he was watching his uncle's husband have sex with his brother. It was erotic in a sadistic and confusing kind of way.
"Sirius," Draco croaked out.
The vampire finally released his victim. He held Draco in his arms. The boy looked paler than before. Sirius leaned down again to lick the twin puncture holes he left on the once flawless neck. Draco moaned wantonly and screamed, "Sirius!"
There was a slight shimmer in the air. They had placed a Silencing Charm around the area. Good thing too, or else the entire Hogwarts staff would be running out to find out what had happened.
Harry collapsed to the ground. He was utterly embarrassed at what he saw before him. Hearing his brother shout out Sirius' name like that, it almost sounded like Draco was experiencing a wonderful orgasm. Harry shivered for two conflicting reasons. Several unwanted memories jumped up from the dark recesses of his mind.
It was over. Sirius leaned Draco against the bark of a nearby tree. Draco was slowly regaining consciousness. He was glaring weakly at Sirius. "You drank too much again."
"Sorry," whispered Sirius sensuously. "But you know how pleasuring it gets when I suck blood. It's almost like having sex. Which explains the amazing orgasms I have when sucking Remus." He turned round to smile at Remus. Remus returned the warm smile.
Suddenly Sirius's eyes sharpened. He was gone from Draco in a blink of an eye. In the next second, Harry felt someone pull off his Invisibility Cloak. He squatted, blinking in surprise. He looked up. Sirius was standing over him with the Invisibility Cloak in his grasp.
"Harry?" said a surprised Remus. "What are you doing here? You didn't see that, did you?"
"Seems like he did," said Sirius.
"Harry?" said Draco in a croaky voice, noticing his brother's presence. "Crap, you saw the whole thing, didn't you?"
"What makes you say that?" asked Harry. The vampire, werewolf and blonde boy were looking at the area between Harry's legs.
Harry looked down too. Holy shit, he was sporting an erection!
A/N: I know at least one or two people are going to be angry with me for starting on a new story before finishing up The Hardship That Brothers Face. But I have my reasons. I'm running out of inspiration. So this story is just something you get my gears running. Hope you like it though. Kind of long-winded. And again, there is incest.