You're not in this alone
Let me break this awkward silence
Let me go, go on record
Be the first to say I'm sorry
Hear me out
And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes
Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapor
And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence
-MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
Draco brushed away some of the hair that had fallen in Harry face while he slept. Slowly, Harry began to open his eye, but the pained look he saw immediately caused him the wince.
Harry almost instantly looked away from him before returning his gaze to Draco, as if nothing had happened. /exact same face.../ Harry thought as he forced himself to face the other. /...you don't look so well./ It was true; Draco's face looked slightly haggard and he was starting to grow pale.
/I could say the same. Rough night/
Harry nodded slightly before laying his head back down. His dreams were really starting to terrify him. Draconis terrified him. /Could Draco ever become like that.../ What if he was being manipulated and all this was false... Could Draco really love him?
Harry pulled himself out of Draco's arms and pulled on one of the silk robes hanging beside the bed.
/Arris/
/I need a little space. I won't go far./ Harry said somewhat coldly and walked from the room.
/every time there's distance between us he seems to go back to being the way he was... He is still a killer./
Harry sighed and looked over the balcony. He loved it at the manor; the house was vast and there was always something interesting to see. He particularly loved the view on this side of the house, but today it did nothing to calm him. Harry snorted slightly to himself. /...it's times like this I wished I smoked... even if I don't know if it would even have an effect on me./
/they have the same effect they would if we were human. Except for the cancer./ he turned to see Draco pulling a lit cigarette from his own lips and offering it to Harry.
"What part of 'I need space' don't you get." but he snatched the stick from Draco's hand anyway and took a drag. "And where did you get these." he almost choked on the first breathe, but after that he was fine.
"Bottom drawer, by the bed. I used to smoke, but stopped."
Harry let out a puff of smoke. "Why?" he said while watching it float away.
"I didn't think you would approve, so I quit."
Harry laughed bitterly. "You know I'm no angel, and neither are you."
"What was it Harry." Draco asked suddenly.
"You're actually asking me what I dreamed?" Harry asked somewhat incredulously. He turned to stare at Draco.
Draco was silent for a moment. "I just want to help, Harry. I hate that you're mad at me, but I know that what I've done to you was bad… Worse than bad. If I could change..." /I remember very well.../
"It just another rape, like so many of the other times. It funny, Draco, at first you were somewhat caring... reluctantly, coldly... caring, but then you, I mean 'Draconis', turned into a abusive fuck who tells me I'm worthless. I've know how you get when you're not with me. You become just as violent and cruel as you where then. I'm surprised you haven't killed Lucius and Narcissa. I knew you had problems from the beginning, but I thought I could ignore it." Harry lean his back against the balcony and returned the cigarette to his lips for a moment. "Someone finally cared about me, this time. It wasn't you, but you probably know that. Draconis almost broke me, but He arrived just in time to make sure I didn't entirely fall to pieces."
"I remember him." Draco said.
"Yes, where is Blaise now. Is he still named Blaise, or something else? I mean, he was a vampire, so unless he was killed... he should be here."
"Please don't ask me that, Harry..." Draco pleaded with him.
"So you killed Blaise too." Harry stamped out the cigarette and went back inside.
(past)
"Let's go over here." Blaise whispered in Harold's ear. He pulled Harold with him behind a column as someone passed.
Blaise had been visiting him during the moments Draconis was busy for the last month, however, this was the first time he had been able to convince the boy to get dressed and leave the room with him. Harry had been terrified at the prospect, but reluctantly agreed; he was desperate to get outside.
/how did I let him talk me into this/ Actually, Blaise didn't talk so much as... Harold shook his head to banish the thought.
"We're here." Harold looked around and realized they were outside. The sun was high in the sky and everything around them in the garden was quiet. /it's perfect.../
"I figured you would enjoy it out here, not many in the castle appreciate the garden. They wouldn't care if it turned into a dessert." Blaise said bitterly. "Surprisingly, this was one of Draconis' projects years ago, but he's abandoned it."
"He did this?" Harold looked around at all the flowers that surround them. There was no way he could believe...
"It was a long time ago. He was not always cruel, but I guess it was inevitable that it would happen. I wish they had banished him with the others." Blaise came up tipped Harold's chin up. "But that is in the past." He leaned in to kiss the other boy who eagerly accepted it. "Harold, will you let me make love to you?" he let his hands rest on the shorter boy's waist."
/What/ Harold jerked back slight from the question.
Blaise cursed to himself when he saw the other boy's reaction. "It's ok, little prince, I can wait." He kissed Harold again and after a moment he relaxed. He tenderly kissed Harold and let his tongue run over the boy's bottom lip; after a moment of hesitation Harold let the dark boy in.
On the balcony above them Draconis watched with anger and loathing growing with every moment. /He is mine/
(Present- a couple days later)
Things hadn't gotten any better between Harry and Draco as the days passed, if anything, they got worse. Both Draco and Harry were beginning to fall into a deep depression, each caused by the other. In fact, the last time Harry had let Draco touch him had been right after Ron's disastrous birthday.
/Get dressed. I want to get this over with and I need to talk to someone human for once./ Harry was rummaging through their closet with his back to Draco.
/Harry/ Draco stared after the other boy, worried.
/I'm going home and you are coming with me. I'm not going to be responsible for anyone you hurt./
It was nighttime by the time they reached the house, however nobody was home and Harry realized the locks had been changed. /I guess they really were upset./ Harry muttered. "We're going to wait out here." Harry leaned against the post by the door and pulled out one of the cigarettes Draco had given him and a lighter he found while Draco sat on the step.
"Not worried they're going to catch you smoking?" Draco tried to ask lightly.
"What are they going to do, ground me? I don't even technically live here anymore." Harry went back to ignoring Draco.
Draco sighed bitterly and ran his fingers through his hair, something, he realized, he only did when he was frustrated. Not to mention he was starting to hunger and he knew Harry had to be feeling it as well; the normally tan vampire was beginning to look unnaturally pale. "Harry-" But he was cut off when lights came up the driveway.
"It's about bloody damn time." Harry muttered.
They listened as the people got out of the car.
Lily began to walk to the front door when she saw two figures standing at the doorway, causing her to stop. James saw them as well and stood slightly in front of her.
Harry stepped forward from the shadows. "Hi mum." He said and took another drag from the cigarette.
She stared at him blanking for a moment before feinting dead away, falling into her husbands arms.
AN: Is Lily fainting maybe a bit to much? On the other hand, the woman has been through a lot and it is hard on her considering her gay non-human son had disappeared for several months for the second time (even though he was technically kicked out) and has suddenly showed up out of the blue. not to mention Harry is probably a little scary at the moment.