A/N: Yey! Another chapter! And all is revealed… or is it…
Lamia Chapter 6 – The Body, The BiteLeaving detention later that night, Harry was still pondering what the conversation between Snape and Draco was all about. Rounding a corner, Harry was so lost in thought, he didn't see what was stretched out on the floor in front of him. The first Harry knew of it was when his foot caught something, and he tripped, landing hard on to whatever it was on the floor. Rolling over, Harry looked at what had caused him to trip.
"Oh, shit", he exclaimed, realising it was a body. Please let it be breathing, please let it be breathing, Harry chanted over and over in his head. A cold shiver ran through Harry as he remembered the last dead body he'd been in close contact with. Please let it be breathing, please let it be breathing. Images of Cedric, eyes vacant, mouth open, clashed and collided in his head, blurring his vision. Staring at the body, Cedric's eyes seemed to pierce the darkness of the corridor and it took nearly a full minute for Harry to shake that image and realise he was looking at the back of someone's head, and that this could not possibly be Cedric. That had happened well over a year ago he told himself.
Reaching out one hand, Harry pushed the body, rolling it onto its back.
"Draco...!" he gasped, brushing the boy's blond hair away from his face. Next to Draco's hand, Harry noticed a small empty jar. Fuck, thought Harry, that's what Snape gave him... he's overdosed on something...
Draco felt a hand on his forehead. His eyes fluttered open. His breathing was shallow. He felt like shit. The Ondolin hadn't helped at all. There was one thing he needed. One thing that would satisfy him, and make this pain, this shortness of breath go away. Blood.
Harry's face swarmed into focus, looming above him. Too bad it's you, Harry, thought Draco, I guess tonight is not you night... don't worry it'll only hurt for a moment...
Mustering all the energy and breath he could, Draco sprang up, grabbing Harry in a bear hug. His face nuzzled into Harry's neck, and his lips pulled back, revealing two extremely sharp incisors. Holding Harry still, Draco bit into Harry's vein and began to drink. He could feel the difference almost immediately, a warmth was coursing through his body and his chest, which had been tight, became relaxed allowing Draco to breath more freely.
As Draco drank deeper and deeper something strange began to happen. Something that had never happened before. He knew he should stop, at this rate he could leave Harry so drained of blood he could die. But thoughts of what he should be doing were overridden by the images and colours swirling in his mind. Draco tried to hold back, he could hear and feel the beat of Harry's heart slowing down.
"Draco, what are you doing to me?"
Draco felt the question float into his head. This was new. This wasn't supposed to happen. They, The Prey, never spoke to him like that... not through his mind...
"Draco, it's beautiful here, what is this place? The colours, the feeling of floating... it's like I can see your soul..." Again, Harry's voice wafted through Draco's mind.
"It is my soul. And yours. And this doesn't usually happen…" Summoning all the effort he could, Draco stopped drinking.
He felt strong, powerful and refreshed. But despite that, the fact remained that he had been severely weakened, had collapsed and lay prone and vulnerable for the best part of an hour. Looking up and down the corridor, Draco reached out with all his senses. His pupils widened, and his hearing sharpened, as he swept every nook and cranny of the corridor. If there was anyone hiding, anyone who had seen what he'd done, they wouldn't stay hidden for long. Even an invisibility cloak had its flaws, and couldn't protect the wearer against making any sound, or giving off that faint human odour that Draco, in his heightened state, could easily detect.
Satisfied that they were alone, Draco stood and pulled Harry up to a near standing position. He kicked open the door of a nearby classroom and pulled the unconscious Harry in, laying his prey gently on the floor.
Focusing on Harry, Draco could hear the steady beat of Harry's heart and his rhythmic breath. Too much, thought Draco. I took too much. But he's strong, he'll wake up soon with a rotten headache and I'll be here, waiting, when he does…