DustFactory
Harry's vision went black, and he collapsed, raw searing pain in his shoulder. Draco... I'm so sorry, we came so far, and I haven't even gotten to know you... I wanted to spend time on the lake's shore, laughing, laughing with you, at my friends, at the world. I wanted to fuck you on Snape's desk at least once, and then see his face when he found us... I wanted to... Harry realized that even though his body had weakened from the blood loss and the large dog planted firmly on his back, that the pain was stilling, and that the maw of the beast had dropped off. Suddenly it had became more dead weight then deadly weight. The creature made a strangled choking sort of nose and fell off of him.
What in the world...
Harry struggled to get out from under the thing completely, and pushed it to the side. He leaned down, and his hunger took over at the sight of fresh meat and blood. A different, but no less primal, hunger. His body was weak, and all human consciousness quickly fled. He leaned down and ripped open the stomach of the beast, wallowing in the gore, and lapped at the blood and entrails.
He plunged desperate hands (claws?) up under the beast's ribcage, digging frantically and finding the heart. He yanked it from its deep hiding place, and sucked on the pulpy red mass. He drained it of all fluids, squeezing the last bit of life from it. He dropped it with a wet thunk on the ground, and licked his fingers off.
A whimpering called his attention back to the family reunion going on. Lucius had finally taken notice that something was going on other than whatever his sick mind was focused on. He dropped his wand from Draco, and turned slowly to where a feral Harry was snarling at him. (Somewhere a small part of Harry knew he looked quite the sight, as his invisibility was still intact, and the only thing visible was the wet blood smeared about on his body.) He leapt at Lucius before the man could get his senses back about him, and went for the man's throat.
Lucius screamed, (a rather unmanly sound) and the Incubus lunged again. This time his teeth came in contact with skin, and they scraped along the man's collarbone, making a fearful sort of wet grind. The Incubus pulled back, ripping a large strip of flesh from the man's neck. He spit it out on the ground however, as it tasted like filthy dark magic and corruption.
"Please... Please, I can make you great, you can have anything you want! Wealth, power, my son! Anything! Ple—" This last part angered Harry the most, that he was willing to give up his very flesh and blood. The blood soaked creature snarled again, and coiled his muscles getting ready to pounce again.
"Wait—" A faint word from Draco, and Harry paused, regaining some of his humanity at the sight of his pale, battered, but very much alive, mate. Harry allowed his body to come back into view, and let the invisibility drop.
"Draco, this thing is not worth your pity." Draco looked Harry's blood splattered appearance over, and looked a little surprised, but didn't seem at all repulsed. He reached out to Harry, bringing him close, and pressing his lips to the Incubus' in a bloodstained, fanged kiss. Harry noticed that the beak was gone, but not the wings. He would have to remember to ask about that later.
Draco licked the cooling blood off his lips, and Harry moaned, opening his mouth. Draco continued his licking, swirling his tongue inside Harry's mouth to gather any of the red substance he had missed.
Harry's attention snapped back towards Lucius who was scrambling for his wand that had gone flying when Harry had attacked him.
"I know he's not," Draco stood, on unsteady legs. Harry helped him, as Lucius didn't seem to have a clue where his wand had gone. "But he is my father and I want to kill him." Draco closed his eyes, drawing on his fear and hatred of the man that had made his life a living hell for the past seventeen years.
"Lucius!" The man turned around and stalked towards Draco, having apparently abandoned his fruitless search. Harry could already see the wheels turning, would he be more likely to live if he were to suck up to his son, or if he were to try to intimidate him into submission?
"Do not speak to me like that, you disrespectful whelp. How dare you go against my wishes. The Dark Lord and I are very, very displeased with you. If you come back now, with enough groveling, you might be allowed a special position as the Dark Lord's whore, since you have become so..." He reached out to touch one of Draco's wings. "Beautiful." Draco backed away, eyes flashing, and Harry's hackles went up. "No one will want you now, you're just a creature, a nothing. It's your best chance, really."
"No! Fuck you, Father, I've put up with your shite for long enough! I'm tired of it!" His hands began to glow like hot coals, and then suddenly burst into flame, a ball of heat forming in his hands. Malfoy Sr. backed up a bit, eyes widening. He held the flames up chest high and with a mighty push of power sent the thing flying in Lucius' direction. The man turned and ran, but it caught up with him within seconds, and with a scream of agony, the great Lucius Malfoy became only a smoldering lump of black goo and burnt hair.
Draco turned to Harry, knees wobbly, and face strained and pale, and toppled over into his arms, burying his face in Harry's blood stained neck. A harsh sob was drawn out of the platinum-haired boy, a heart-wracking sob full of seventeen years of suppressed emotions.
"Draco, I'm here, it's all over. Come on, the apparation barrier can't be that far." Harry pulled the boy close to him, lifting him up in his arms, he's so light, and began the long trek through the forest. Harry knew they weren't out of the woods yet (no pun intended) and that if they stayed here, the other Death Eaters, and possibly Voldemort himself, would find them. Draco continued to sob, his arms wrapped tightly around Harry's neck. Harry whispered comfortingly to him while carrying him as fast as possible through the underbrush, around trees, and over fallen logs. The barrier was surprisingly closer than he had originally thought, and he could feel the magic lift like a pressure being released from his lungs.
He had thought it would be a few miles, when in reality, it had been a few yards. And to think, they had slept in that tree, when freedom was just a few steps away.
With the last of his strength, he apparated himself and Draco as close to Hogwarts as he could.
"They're home! Harry and Draco are back!" Ginny woke from the dream she had been having, a strangely realistic dream about Lucius Malfoy. She woke knowing with absolute certainty that Harry and Draco (she would ponder why she cared that Malfoy was back or why she had called him Draco later) were back on school grounds. "Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pom—"
"What is it, dear? Who's back? And quiet down, your shouts could wake the Founders!"
"Madame Pomfrey, Harry and Malfoy are back, they're in the Forbidden Forest, and they're on their way here right now!" Ginny was bouncing on her bed, her face lit up with joy."
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy, the one that left to go join You-Know-Who last year? How do you know this, dear?" The witch asked sharply. The return of Draco Malfoy would probably not be a very pretty one.
McGonagall had been standing near, listening, and nodded to Poppy signaling for her to follow. They exited quickly. Ginny smiled, she couldn't help but feel uncontrollably happy that Harry was back. A little voice in the back of her mind whispered that she was also happy to have Malfoy back, but she squashed it quickly. Why would she be happy to have Malfoy back?
Even if he was her twin, he had been nothing but mean and spiteful towards her. You've always been jealous of what Fred and George have, and you were the smallest in a family of seven. Wouldn't be nice to have someone that close to you, that was just yours? Ginny told the little voice to stuff it, Malfoy was still Malfoy, even if she could also be considered 'Malfoy' now.
Harry stumbled up onto the front steps, tripping and sprawling against the entrance door. He gathered Draco to him carefully. The blackness was closing in fast, but they were finally home.
That was how McGonagall and Pomfrey found them, passed out, covered in dried blood and various unidentifiable bits of gore. They quickly conjured stretchers and covered them with blankets, taking back passages to the infirmary to make sure that none of the students saw them. The last thing they needed right now was to see Harry and Malfoy come in soaked in blood.
They reached the hospital wing quickly, and Ginny wandered out of her room, wide eyed. McGonagall and Pomfrey pushed past her and into the private part of the ward Ginny had been staying in. They quickly magicked them onto beds, and the mediwitch checked Harry's vitals first, as he was covered in the most gore, and then Draco's. She was surprised to find Malfoy in a worse state than Harry. He seemed to be suffering from the after effects of a prolonged Cruciatus Curse, and was severely bruised to the point of internal bleeding. He also had a broken rib that had made a small, but thankfully not fatal, hole in one of his lungs. Harry was just extremely drained, but recovering unnaturally quickly from a wound at his throat.
Malfoy's breathing became more harsh. He began deep, hacking coughs, blood and spittle spraying his sheets. His lungs made a wet rattle with each inhale. Harry whimpered in his sleep, unconsciously turning towards Draco.
"Minerva, grab me that blood clotting serum, it's the pink one with yellow foam, and the Skele-Grow over in my cabinet. Mr. Malfoy is bleeding to death." She was already weaving a web of complex healing spells over his body. The bruises were fading, and his breathing began to even out a bit. McGonagall rushed to the cabinet on the far wall, digging and clanking. She quickly rushed back to the bed side, handing Pomfrey the vials. She pinched Malfoy's nose and tilted the top of his head back, pouring them carefully down his throat, making sure he swallowed most of them. He calmed more, settling down into the bedding.
Ginny watched all this with wide eyes, something sparking deep in her chest, a strong sense of unease forming. She stared at the frail blond boy on the bed; after not having seen Malfoy for almost a year, she had forgotten almost what he looked like. Now that she could study his face, she realized just how much she looked like him. Granted, there was still some Weasley-ness about her features, but that seemed to be fading with each passing hour. Not that long ago, she had looked in the mirror again to see her previously brown eyes had morphed into an extremely strange dusty metallic color.
Both boys had settled down and were now sleeping peacefully. Ginny studied them both carefully, and moved to brush her fingertips against the back of Harry's hand. The familiar warmth stirred in her stomach, and the flutter followed by the perpetual blush she seemed to carry in Harry's presence. She quickly turned away, which brought her glance to Malfoy.
His face was pale and mottled with bruises and tiny red scrapes. With his razor blade nose and cheekbones and a chin that could take your eye out, he gave off a dangerous sort of ethereal beauty like a tiger or an extremely poisonous snake.
Ginny shivered.