I not sure I was entirely able to get out of the mind frame of that story when I wrote this chapter. (Proof of that is Draco's outfit)
Hmmm... I think this still only qualifies for being a lime. Tell me if it doesn't (I don't want to blow the 'R' rating and have my FF account suspended).
I think I've lost thrnbrooke:cries:
/.../ thoughts between Harry and Draco
/.../ personal thoughts
must have been the devil who changed my mind
must have been the wind blowing, not me crying half
the joy of leaving was the space I left behind
now I'm back, angelheaded holloweyed -Laika
Harry lounged lazily with his head on the arm of the couch, watching Draco sleep between his legs. The vampires had busy all night and decided it was time to rest.
Truthfully, the last few months had been rather uneventful, but much had changed. Harry didn't take it well when his parents kick him out and Draco had done his best to keep Harry's mind off of them. They spent their nights visiting every city around, enjoying the nightlife and the days relaxing and enjoying one another. It became obvious to Harry how the daylight myth came about; most fun was to be had at night.
Harry had eventually dropped out of the school, and as much as his leaving upset Ron and Hermione, they eventually accepted it. It simply wasn't important to him anymore and Harry knew that if he changed his mind, he had all the time in the world. He still saw them every now and again. They still had no idea what was going on (or were pretending they didn't), and Harry preferred it that way.
The dreams continued and Harry eventually ceased his provocation of Draco. He had been correct about one thing; there was nothing they could do to change the past, and had to make the best of this lifetime. It had been a while since he had had a dream involving Voldemort; Lucius had assured them that there were no new plans that he knew of. Apparently, since vampires were technically immortal, they generally took a long time to get around doing anything; in other words, Voldemort wasn't in any hurry and he should enjoy it while it lasted. That was probably why Harry was so content to simply let things happen... mostly. Draco had assured him that his father was extremely possessive of his family and now that Harry was included, Lucius would protect him. Of course, Lucius hadn't changed in the slightest; he even went as far as to find an excuse to enter the room when Harry was bathing, in order to catch a glimpse of Harry unclothed; Draco would always quickly kick the man out, as he was often in the tub or shower with Harry. It was always a situation that made Harry, who had long since gotten used to it, laugh. Narcissa would simply laugh along with him when he retold the accounts.
All in all, everything was going... well. He was happy with most aspects of his life except one; it was the one thought that always eventually came around. His parents. With Draco sleep, there was nothing to keep the thoughts from festering. First came anger, that they could not accept him, then sadness, that they couldn't understand him. They asked for time. /Is this enough time for them/ Harry muttered angrily. But as always, the anger did not last. He knew he would return... eventually.
/Arris... you're doing it again.../ Draco's singsong voice entered his head.
/Am not/ Harry looked down to meet Draco's playful silver eyes.
/Are too/
/Distract me then.../ Harry replied, he loved the feel of Draco touching him...
/My pleasure/ Draco agreed as he reached up one hand to grab Harry's waist, tightly. /...love you so much.../ he thought as he used his other hand to lower Harry's jeans, scratching over his skin lightly as they came down. He grinned at the moan that Harry gave when the fabric released his arousal. /how much do you want this, Arris/ he asked lightly. He bent his head to the juncture between Harry's leg and the hardness based beside it.
"Just do it... do something." /I always want you, Draco.../ he growled when Draco nuzzled the area. /...fuck me Draco.../
/As you wish/ he said mentally, before biting into the soft tissue. He felt as one of Harry's hand came down on top of his head, forcing the teeth in deeper. Draco greedily drank the liquid offered to him as Harry arched his body up to get closer to release. Draco's hand ran back up the boy's body, before the pale fingers wrapped around the persistent member hard against the side of his face.
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Several minutes later Harry was spent and sated, as was Draco. /That was nice.../
"Nice!" Draco's head jerked up. /Just nice.../ the vampire frowned.
"I loved it. Now come back. You were warm." Harry said dazedly, pouting, as he held a hand out to stroke Draco's hair. Draco came back and laid head next to Harry's.
/You know... you have a blood fetish, Harry/ Draco said out of nowhere.
"And you don't," Harry replied.
"No, my dear Arris. I merely have cravings; you get turned on simply by the sight or smell of it. Hell, the mere thought of being bitted or biting makes you hard."
"What can I say, I'm a vampire." /I do not have a blood fetish/
"Yes you do," Draco snickered. "You're just afraid to admit it. You still wander what others would think about it. Most vampires feed to feel more alive, but not all like blood. I guess you're special that way..."
/You're one to talk. As I recall, in the past, you loved to feed. Particularly from me./ Draco was silent for a moment, and Harry became worried. Draco tended to be... touchy, when Harry mentioned their past lives.
"No, Draconis got off on having power over another human being. He enjoyed the pain they emitted when he drained their blood away," he muttered. /But not you.../
To prove his point, Draco bit down on his lower lip before leaning down to kiss Harry. Against his lips, he felt the boy's teeth immediately lengthen; almost as quickly followed the boy's arousal. Yes... Harry loved it; and he knew it.
"I think I get the point," Harry said before pushing himself up to recapture Draco wondering mouth. /Let's get up. This chair is giving me a crick in the neck. Besides, I told Ron and Hermione I would be in town today. Today is Ron's birthday and we're already late./
"Sure," Draco smirked before obliging him.
/Really/ Harry frowned, insulted.
"If you say so."
"Draco!" Harry got up and chased after the retreating vampire.
"What is he wearing!" Hermione hissed. "You can't bloody well let him go in there in that!"
This was the first thing they heard when they heard after Harry rang on the Weasley's doorbell. Harry turn to look Draco up and down once. "I don't see the problem." And truthfully, he didn't. The white sleeveless turtleneck and low-slung leather pants weren't the most revealing clothes in Draco's wardrobe. And by this point, Hermione was aware of that.
Draco just smirked while Hermione shook her head, exasperated. "Come on in. Ron's still getting dressed. He wants to look perfect for the new girlfriend." She mocked as she led them in. "He's lucky he's my best friend, or I would clock him one," she muttered.
/girlfriend/ Harry thought, surprised. He reached back and grabbed Draco's hand while they followed Hermione to the table.
"Can I acknowledge that you two are together now that everybody knows, or is this something I 'have' to ignore?" Hermione asked out of nowhere.
"Uh... yeah sure."
"Finally! Do you know how hard it is to not same anything about something like this!" She exclaimed.
/Probably./ But he kept the thought to between him and Draco. Luckily, then the doorbell rang again.
"That's probably her. Can you go up and tell Ron." Hermione said while leaving the room. "Ron went out with his family earlier and they decided to leave us alone for the night."
Harry shrugged and called up the stairs that his date was there.
"I could have done that!" He heard Hermione still muttering from the other room. "Oh hello... Pansy, I wasn't expecting you." Harry walked back into the den to see Hermione trying to hold a fake smile.
"Of course, I wanted Ronny to keep it a secret."
/"Ronny!"/ Harry heard Hermione mentally shriek.
"Well, I can say I'm surprised. Of course, you know Harry and his friend Draco."
"Of course." The blond girl smirked. When Harry saw the predatory way she watched Draco, he wound both his arms around the taller vampire's waist, declaring that Draco was his.
"Have an eye problem, Parkinson?" He glared at her.
"No, I see just fine." Her smirk got larger when she lowered her gaze to Draco's crotch.
"Want to have an eye problem, Parkinson?" Harry growled and her gaze jerked up to his.
"No." She said, shaken, before looking away.
Hermione watched on the side, amused.
/Why didn't you do anything./ Harry hissed at his lover.
/I like to watch you be possessive, Arris./ Draco said simply. "You know I'm yours." Harry's grip was a little tight, but he liked it.
The whole room was silent for about a minute.
"I'm ready!" The finally heard Ron come tearing down the stairs. To Harry's surprise, Pansy went right over to Ron, telling him happy birthday. Her smile seemed genuine enough to him.
Ron greeted Harry and Draco before going to order Chinese.
"So, Harry, you seem... active." Pansy said out of nowhere while they waited for Ron to get back. She glanced from Harry up to Draco.
/What does she mean by that/ "Been living well, why?" He was sitting between Draco's legs on the floor.
"Oh nothing. I was simply commenting." Harry didn't believe that sly smile for a moment.
Hermione followed her gaze, trying to get what Pansy was going on about. She frowned, "Draco, there's something on your ear." She watched as he lifted a hand to find what she was talking about. It was in one of the crevices; you would have missed it if you hadn't been looking. Draco pulled away his finger there was a creamy substance on the tip. To her horrification, he stuck the finger in between his lips and shrugged. "Did you even know what that was?" Hermione asked him.
Draco said nothing as Harry turned to look at him. /was that.../ Harry trailed off. Again, he was glad he didn't blush.
/want some/ Draco asked teasingly, and lent down to kiss Harry.
/You know, that was undeniably gross./ Harry said after Draco's tongue retreated back into his own mouth.
/you say that now.../ Draco shrugged again, before leaning back in the seat.
"Yes, very active..." Pansy murmured.
"Could you shut up for a moment." Hermione glared at the girl.
"What? I cannot comment on something that's right in front of me. You probably don't even know what just happen, admit it." She tossed her blond hair back as she smile smugly.
"Of course, I know." Hermione replied, trying to now sound flustered.
"Yes. Of course you know what they've been doing that would involve Draco to have his head between our dear Potter's legs, don't you."
Hermione said nothing as realization finally hit her. /Draco didn't just.../
"Trying to catch flies, Hermione." Draco replied right before Harry jabbed an elbow in his leg.
Hermione's jaw snapped shut.
"This is fun. Maybe I should come around more often." Pansy smiled.
Ron came in right before Hermione replied back. "What's fun?"
"Nothing. We were simply having a conversation."
"About what?" He smile and sat beside her.
"Nothing important." she grinned and latched onto his arm.
Nothing else of significance happened for the rest of the evening until the doorbell rang again.
"I'll get it," Ron jumped up. "It's probably the food." Everyone watched him get up, counting the money in his wallet. "Anybody have change?" He asked turning around. Draco reached into his pocket to help.
"Is this enough?" He handed the boy the money.
"Yeah, sure." /this is alot of money.../ In a daze, he hurried over great the deliverer.
Ron opened the door to find-
AN: Do they have Chinese food delivery in England (the answer's probably yes, but I wanted to make sure)