Sorry to the people on ff . net who I didn't give any notice to (since ff doesn't allow author notes anymore!)
I still don't have a computer, but I didn't want to completely disappear, so here a chapter. I'm hoping my order tomorrow. was actually suposed to get it today, but UPS came before I got home and i have to sign for it!
This chapter gets a little sappy for Harry and Draco. This chapter gets a little angsty for Harold and Draconis. (I prefer fluff to sap, but…)
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i know your life is empty
and you hate to face the world alone
so you're searching for an angel
someone who can make you whole.
i cannot save you i can't even save myself
i know that you've been damned
your soul has suffered much abuse
but i am not your savior
i am just as fucked as you.
i cannot save you i can't even save myself
please don't take pity on me
my life has been a nightmare
my soul is fractured to the bone
so if i must be lonely
i think i'd rather be alone.
you cannot save me you can't even save yourself
i cannot save you i can't even save myself
-Stabbing Westward
/Why am I having these dreams, Draco? Do you have them/ Harry asked as Draco carried him up the stairs. He had reluctantly woken up on the way back their room.
/I have had them./ Draco didn't say anything more.
/Why don't you talk about it with me? I'm tired of waiting to find out what was so terrible that you seem afraid of telling me about our past lives! I know that it really happened; there isn't a doubt in my mind about it./
/Why bring pain any closer than it has to be? I wish I didn't know! I don't want you to know either, Arris, but there's no way to stop the dreams/ Draco mentally yelled.
Harry's eyes darkened slightly as his brow furrowed. /Put me down./
Draco paused for a moment, stunned, before he did as Harry asked. Immediately, Harry went under the covers and lay there, leaving Draco in the doorway.
"Harry?" The other boy didn't turn around.
/Go sleep on the couch. Or on the floor. I don't really care right now, but you aren't sleeping with me until you tell me what's going on./ Harry knew he was being hard on the other vampire, but he wanted answers and he was tired of asking Draco only to get a 'no' or a 'not now' from his lover.
/But Harry.../ Draco knew he should give Harry some space, but he couldn't bring himself to back out of the room. Harry was in pain. So instead, he slowly crept forward until he was standing beside the bed. But, the second he touch the boy's shoulder he was sent sailing to the floor on the opposite side of the room from the force of Harry's hand on his face. /He hit me/ Draco slowing raised his hand to cheek and was only mildly surprised to find it bleeding around the welts slowing forming on the smooth skin. He looked up at Harry from his place on the floor, confused.
/You know you aren't really hurt, Draco./ The other boy glared down at him from where he had crawled to the edge of the bed. /I meant it when I say you can't stay in here/
Draco nodded slightly before he picked himself up and closed the door behind him. He honestly hated it when Harry was mad at him, but there was nothing he could do until Harry was over it.
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Several hours later found Draco lying on his back staring at the cracks in the den ceiling. Draco had given up on sleep long ago and had taken to counting. Honestly, although he was bored beyond belief, he was no closer to sleep. neither of them didn't actually need the sleep but Harry was used to sleeping every night and it had been proven to Draco that he couldn't go anywhere without the other boy. He still felt the bloodlust itching in the back of his mind without having Harry tight in his embrace. And there were only so many cracks and so many spiders running across the ceiling to count... Draco had thought to maybe turn on the human television, but he knew the initial loud volume would wake the Potters before he could turn it down. All the books were dreadfully boring...
Draco found himself growling in aggravation, his finger curling into the cushion, though he was careful not to leave a hole. However, even that was just leaving him even more frustrated. he want to tear the house down and take Harry with him, fuck him, and taste him to his hearts content and be happy!
He missed Harry. He was sorry that he continued to withhold parts of himself from Harry, but the past would only hurt him... Draco closed his eyes in frustration. Maybe the humans had it right; sleep was essential to maintain ones sanity...
Draco almost missed it when Harry crept down the steps, with his blanket wrapped around himself. The other boy was learning fast and he didn't make a sound as he walked. Draco pretended to be sleep as the other boy sat for a second on the edge of the sofa by his feet, even if he knew that Harry wouldn't fall for it. Harry pushed himself back to sitting between the appendages before nudging Draco's thighs apart. Harry then he lay himself between them, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. Draco reached to the floor and pulled the blanket back onto the boy and Harry rested his head on Draco's middle.
/Did you really think I could stay mad, Draco? I wanted to, but I couldn't sleep./ Harry seemed to have forgiven him, even if it was only for this moment...
Draco smiled slightly before pulling Harry higher; he kissed the boys lips lightly. It was a surprisingly innocent kiss, but they were both happy. Harry had forgiven him.
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Herald crept down the hall as silently as he could, unable to put a stopper on his curiosity. The screeches were coming from the entrance!
In the back of his mind, Harry found it odd that no one was coming after him as he neared to front doors, but was quickly stopped at the sight before him.
Harold quickly pulled himself into the shadows then watched from around the corner.
It was a young woman, maybe around in his age or a year or so younger!
Harold watched as one of the guard suddenly reared back, but then Harry knew what was happening when he watched his arm sling forward and the tip of his whip following quickly. The girl shrieked again, when it made contact with the skin breaking through the cheap material of the threadbare dress she dawned.
While the guards continued the ministrations on her Harold heard a deep chuckle coming from behind the guards. /Draconis/ The king stood back with his arms crossed and watched it all.
Harold watching with terror as the king's eyes widened with obvious lust as the girl tried curling herself into the fetal position to try to escape the blows, but it obviously didn't work as the strips of her clothes were starting the tinge red. The guards had no qualms against leaving marks.
/I wonder what she did.../ he asked himself. He felt his own legs turn slack as he heard another scream rip from her throat. Harold suddenly realized how lucky he had been. Nothing like this had even been done to him, not even by Draconis.
All off a sudden, the screams stopped and Harold realized the guards had halted to whips. He begun to breathe a sigh of relief, but then the air caught in his throat when he saw them advance on her. Harold watched as one of the ripped of the peace of cloth, exposing her breast, when he realized what was about to happen.
He tried to hold back the cry of 'No!' that managed to make its way past his lips, but they had all heard him.
"Consort! What are you doing out?" Draconis' voice rang out after everyone else stilled.
"I-I heard a scream..." Harry stuttered out with his eyes wide. What had he gotten himself into...
"And came to investigate?" the King said flatly, though he irritation was obvious by the way he kept his eyes trained on the ex-prince. Draconis waited for an answer and got a small nod. "Come here!"
He didn't know why he had kept this one. He was a great annoyance and irritatingly strong willed. Nevertheless, what interested him at the moment was the boy calling his guards to a halt. Draconis knew from experience and rumors that this prince was very self-centered and self-serving. He was not the type to put himself into the fire in order to save someone else's hyde. But then again, here he was crying because someone else was in pain. He didn't even believe that his consort knew he was shedding tears for the girl.
Slowly, but surely, Harold found his way in front of the king and promptly fell to his knees. He flinched slightly when king's fingers found their firm grip on his chin forcing him to look up at the man who was supposed to be his master.
"Why did you interrupt? You can guess what I'll do to you for you obstinacy."
It took Harold a second to answer and the grip tightened until he could feel the king's nail on his skin. "I don't know. I just didn't like seeing her in pain."
"Do you like pain, Consort? Do you feel sorry enough for this thief that you'll take her place?" Draco asked in a low voice, coercing an answer from the boy.
"I..." Harold wanted to say yes, he was even screaming 'Yes!' it in his head, but instead he found himself shaking his head.
"Very well." Harold felt himself being abruptly pushed away from the king and hesitantly looked up to see Draconis looking down at him with faint disgust. "Place them both in the dungeons!" he addressed his guards. "I'll deal with you later." Draconis had knelt to whisper this part in his ear, before giving him a malicious grin and left.
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