Of course, after my last computer died, I lost some of the things I had planned and now I have to replan everything.
Kaoru: Thanks for the links! (I managed to find some new ones on hpfandom)
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we can settle this affair
Trust, you said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
-MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
"I'm glad you warned us, but why are you here?" But to his dismay, Snape was walking away, just as Ron, Hermione, and Pansy came spilling into the backyard.
Harry narrowed his eyes in frustration before glancing up at his vampire lover. /I'm going to have a talk with you later./ He removed Draco's hands and walked towards his friends. And Pansy.
/I know./ at least Draco had the decency to look somewhat worried.
"You knew he was a vampire and you didn't tell me." Harry said while him and Draco made their way back to the castle. "You know what I'm going to ask, so don't make me." he stated in a low voice, not looking at the other vampire.
"I never considered him a threat to you Harry. Truthfully, in all the time I have known him, he has hated you, past and present. However, he never made a move to hurt you. Severus had plenty of chances to do so, while teaching you, but as far as I know he never did. Did he?" /please come back to me Harry... did he hurt you. I'll kill him if he did/ Draco reached towards Harry, who aloud himself to pulled into the vampire's arms and onto his lap, wrapping his legs around Draco's waist.
/No. he has not hurt me. Publicly humiliated me, but not hurt./ Harry paused. /I hate fighting with you Draco, I hope you know that. It kills me to have an argument, but you need to tell me things like this ahead of time. You should have told me my teacher was a vampire, just like you should probably tell me other things you keep hidden. I don't truly mind you keeping secrets. I know that you don't want to tell me, so you let my dreams continue. However, I will tell you one thing; I love you Draco, and I probably can't live without you, but, if any of your secrets get anyone I care about killed, I will kill you./ Harry stated while he laid his head down on the others chest.
/I know./
(past)
"I want that brat gone!" Lavender yelled at her husband.
Draco ignored her as he bent to pick up his shirt. Harold lay sleep on the bed.
"Look at yourself, Draconis. You're starting to fall for him ag-" She was cut off sharply when the vampire thrust his hand around her throat, pinning her to the wall behind. "My hus-" she attempted, while desperately trying to free herself; unfortunately, Draconis squeezed harder and took a step forward so that he was face to face with Lavender.
"Watch what you say to me wife," he growled. "Do not think for a second that you can tell me what you want me to do. You wanted to be a trophy wife; you got it, don't expect anything else from me! I am still your king. You told me you did not want to become my sexual partner, brood mare, I think you said; I agreed. Now that I've found someone else to bed, you've become jealous. I love him no more than I love you; to me you are both nothing!" He leaned forward to bite her, to once again show that he was the one in charge. He was about to sink his fangs in, but there was a stir on the other side of the room.
Sighing, he dropped the Lavender, who fell in a heap on the floor. "Leave." She immediately picked herself up and fled the room.
Draconis, incensed, stalked over to the bed and straddled the nude boy on it, hindering his movements. Immediately, Harold's eyes flew open and looked up to see Draconis over him. A small tremor of shock and fear went through him, but he tried to not show it.
"Tell me, boy. Do you think I care about you." he gripped Harold's chin.
He shook his head, not daring to open his mouth.
However, Draconis wanted a verbal answer. "Tell me now, or you won't get dinner!" he threatened.
"No." Harold whispered. "You care nothing for me."
Draconis smirked in satisfaction, even as he felt his heart sink. "You are right; I wouldn't care if you died today. You are easy to replace, so you are not important. To anybody. You do know nobody fucking cares about you, don't you? Not you dead father, not your long-gone mother, nobody who lived in that place you called home cared about you, and I am no different. I use you for my own enjoyment, you do not matter. But you know that, don't you?" Draco bent to lick the tears escaped the boy's eyes. "And I will continue to use you, until I grow bored. Then I will toss you out with the rest of the used thrash."
He flipped his consort onto his stomach and entered the boy swiftly, trying to ignore the increasing tears that fell down Harold's face as he cried quietly.
Harold lay still for several minutes, feeling desolation and frightening aches all over his body. Draconis had long since left. He noted, with vague surprise, that the vampire left him on the bed. It didn't matter; he probably forgot to put him back in his closet, or possibly expected him to go there himself.
Harold had managed to get into a sitting position when he heard a knock on the door. /a servant/ He tried to hurry his closet, but did not have the strength and only made it as far to hit the floor with a thud. Harold tried to back into the nearest wall as he heard steps coming closer. No... It was't the servant girl who cleaned the room; the footsteps were much too heavy. Harold was relieved when the footsteps stop before they reached him. He felt something being draped over his shoulders.
"I am not here to hurt you Harold." A voice whispered. He felt his chin being lifted and he looked into the pair of dark brown eyes of a boy standing front of him, slightly older than himself. "I'm Blaise. I live here my with father. I have been watching. I have seen how the King treats you. I wanted to come see you earlier, but I haven't been able to get in without being seen until now." The dark skinned boy removed his hand and Harold lifted his head slightly. "Can you sit up?" he asked.
"I think so." Harold said quietly while he did.
"I brought some food with me. I can't stay long, but felt it would help you."
He watched as the tall boy retrieved a small wrapped package he had placed on the bed.
"I would wait until you got dressed, but you don't have anymore clothes do you?" Blaise asked.
"Only a shirt and a pair of trousers. Draconis swore he'd beat me if he saw me wearing them without his permission." Harold hung his head slightly at the admission and pulled the blanket around him tighter.
Blaise simply nodded before handing him the wrapped sandwich. "I hope it doesn't make you sick, but there was nothing I could think of that I could get here unseen and without me spilling it."
The consort ate it slowing, listening to boy talk. He seemed nice... for a vampire.
"Right now the king is in a meeting with my father and the others. The meeting should go on for about half an hour, unless something important comes up. So... I'm not really that good at making conversation, especially a one sided one. Do you have anything to add?" Blaise asked lightly.
Harold lowered the sandwich slightly. "Why are you here? You do not have to be here. Draconis will probably hurt you if he finds that you gave me this."
"I hate seeing what he's doing to you, but there's not much I can do. Draconis does not have to find out, Harold. Not unless you tell him. I won't be caught." Blaise said teasingly. Blaise lent in quickly and kissed Harold lightly on the lips before he jumped up and left the room.
Harold sat frozen in place for a moment before he smiled slightly. Maybe he wasn't entirely alone.
(present)
Draco silently watched Harry sleep, feeling a sense of dread. Whatever it was that was going through Harry's head couldn't be good. He watch from a distance as Harry writhed in pain on the sheets. He hated it, but he couldn't do anything. Harry had to know everything and their was no way he could bring himself to tell Harry everything; he had caused the boy so much pain...
After Harry's rough movements stilled Draco cautiously climbed back onto the bed and pulled Harry into his arms. He could tell that Harry was still distressed, but not as much as before. /it must be over/ Then he did the only thing he could think of to comfort his lover. Draco ran a fingernail over his own neck and waited until it began to bleed, than he pulled Harry closer until Harry unconsciously covered the wound with his mouth.
A while later, he pulled Harry away and they both drifted into a soothing sleep.