Thankfully, I've found a new TV love: Stargate SG-1 (I don't like SG: Atlantis. I consider it to be to far removed from "Stargate".)
"Red Eye" is finally coming to theatres! I've been waiting to see it...
Thank you for listening. As you can see, I'm awake. For once. I blame the Mountain Dew. I just hope it last through this college year. I don't want to be suspended again. (I'm a good girl, really. I kept up a 3.25 GPA through most of high school!)
By the way, this chapter has more Harold-torture (not rape). Don't worry, things will begin to turn around for him soon. In about 2-4 chapters. Oh, and 'When Things Change' isn't forgotten. I'm having writer's block.
SensiblyTainted: Sorry, I couldn't have them fight off more of Voldemort's henchmen so soon. If that happens every time they come back to england, then it'll be harder for me think up and excuse to have them go there. Thanks for the review, though (I love reading the love ones and I do like it when readers actually have advice or a question)
Dark Angel Of Fire Ice: I like your review.
zoomaphonethepirate: I've never tried smoking (but i did used to hide my grandmother's cigarettes). But, smoking and angst usually go together.
miadragonlover: It is 'Skylines And Turnstiles'. If the lyrics are wrong, I blame it on the website I got them from.
I thought . . .you'd be out of my mind
And i'd finally found a way to
Learn to live without you
I thought . . .it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons
Not to think about you
But it's just not so
and after all this time
I still can't let go
I've still got your face
Painted on my heart
Carved upon my soul
Etched upon my memory . . .baby
-The Cult
"-didn't mean for you to leave, Harry!" he listened to his father rant.
"Well, you told me to leave; I went where I would be welcomed!" Harry yelled back, watching his father pace in front of him.
"I didn't mean run away! I meant given us a few minutes! You have no idea what you are putting us through!" James started to turn red in the face.
"Putting you through! First I was kidnapped by vampires, then you kicked me out! I didn't know that they existed anymore than you did, until then. There are so many things you don't even know about and you're acting like it's all my fault!" Harry had tossed his hands up in anger, but than let them fall back to his sides; no, he couldn't hurt his father.
James paused for a moment to force himself to calm down. "It's just hard for us, Harry. But whoever said having children was easy." he muttered the last part under his breathe while holding both hands to his head. "Let's just wait until your mother wakes up to talk about this. Where is your mother?" For the first time he noticed she was no longer in the room.
"Draco is with her. He volunteered to take her upstairs." Harry let himself drop back into the seat behind him.
"So... Draco isn't human either; he's a vampire?" James finally forced himself to ask.
"Yes, he's a vampire. An honest to god vampire. I ought to know; he seems to like sucking on my neck a lot." Harry said under his breathe, but James heard every word.
"And you're now a vampire." James said slowly; Harry could tell that it was just now sinking in. "And you have fangs and you like to suck... blood."
"Yes." /...among other things, but that's between Draco and myself./ Harry winced, when he thought of the other.
"Can I see?"
Harry shook his head. "I would rather you didn't, right now. I haven't fed in a couple days and I would rather you not be the first one I get my hands on."
He expected his father to look disgusted, but James, after freezing for a moment, actually looked oddly interested in the subject; like he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know, but couldn't help asking questions. "How do you usually feed... do you have a... donor, or do you..." James couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
"I usually feed from Draco, but I have fed from others. Not all have been willing... but I haven't killed any of the people I've fed on." Harry admitted.
His father seemed to consider it. "You do seem... pale. You said you haven't fed in a while?"
Harry shook his head. He was beginning to wish his father had started on a different subject; he didn't want a reminded that the hunger was seriously starting to get to him.
"I've heard that vampires feel a need to feed and that it gets stronger the longer the vampire goes without... blood, unless it was all fiction." Harry could tell that his father was starting to get nervous; his heart began to slightly speed up along with his breath. James unconsciously took a step back.
"It's true." Just thinking about the warmth running down his throat... Harry slow, yet surely, began to feel the tips press softly against his lower lip.
"Then... Is something wrong with you and Draco; it does seem like you are acting more distant from him than usual?"
"We have our problems; actually this is more my problem than his. It's not as if he can help it." Harry said bitterly, looking away from his father.
"If it isn't his fault, then why are you angry with him. Unless he did do something." James asked his son.
"I don't know why it's him I'm mad at. Maybe it's because I can't do anything about who did do all this. And Draco isn't entirely without fault, though he tries to make it up to me." Harry answered. "Can we talk about something else?" He reached into his pocket.
"Sure." The hungry looks that kept flickering across his son's face were beginning to make him more than a bit uncomfortable. "So... you've started smoking."
Harry caught a hint of disapproval. "Dad, it's not like it's going to kill me."
"Well then, please don't do it in the house." Harry took the hint and put the pack back in his jacket pocket.
"I can do that."
They sat it silence for a moment.
"Is it..." /please don't tell me if-/
"No, it's not sexual problems." Harry almost grinned a little bit.
"Then..."
Harry shook his slightly. "I don't know... but it seems Draco and I have known each other longer than I've been alive."
James was about to ask what he meant when they both heard a scream from up the stairs.
/nononono.../ Harry was the first one to follow it. /Draco/
/I haven't done anything/ Draco's voice answered back, slightly irritated. "She woke up, saw me, and started screaming her head of!" Draco said backing away from Lily when they both entered the room.
"I believe you." Harry said, feeling guilty.
"What happened?" James looked from Lily, who was now silent, to Draco.
"He..." Lily began but didn't finish the sentence.
/Draco/ Harry mentally asked.
"I am very hungry." Draco said bitterly. "I was thinking about it, and I heard you thinking about it, when she woke up and saw my fangs. I'm pretty sure that's what scared her."
"Yeah, no shit." Harry replied.
"Harry!" His mother admonished.
"I apologize."
Lily nodded when James spoke up. "Boys, why don't you go talk... or at least get over whatever is between you two and... deal with your problem. Let me talk to Lily."
"What have you two been doing all these months I was gone, ignoring it?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Harry." James turned to plead with his son, but both vampires were leaving.
/Problem/ Draco asked, closing the door behind himself and Harry.
/He figured out that I'm driving both of us crazy with bloodlust and wants us to go somewhere and feed before either one of us does something we'll regret./ Harry sighed before he began. "Draco, you know that I am having trouble dealing... with everything that happened. I know that I shouldn't take it out on you. I'm sorry." Harry met eyes with Draco to how upset he was.
"I suppose I could forgive you," Draco teased, although all he felt was guilt on the inside. "But please don't treat me like I'm him. I have done my best for a long time, Arris, to prove that I'm not that way." Draco reached out and tilted Harry's chin up. "I slip up now and again, but I don't want to be him anymore. If you would try and believe that, then there's nothing to forgive." He then wrapped his arms around his lover, who let his head rest against Draco's shoulder.
"I guess it was my turn to mess up."
"It happens."
"Get it over with!" Harry looked up and saw his parents peaking out the door.
"Maybe we would if we could get some privacy. You do know us feeding usually causes stong feelings of lust which usually leads to some rather intense sex, right?" At that, both Lily and James vacated the hall.
/What, did he want to watch us feed/ Draco asked, perplexed.
"Dad's worried." Harry looked down. "He thinks we might hurt someone."
"Well, I won't if you won't. We don't really need someone else if we have each other."
Harry smiled slightly. "You can be a real sap sometimes, Draco. That proves you're not Draconis."
"Yeah." But Draco didn't look to sure.
(Past)
/I will teach him if it is the last think I do, he is mine/ Draconis thought, as he stormed down the hall. He heard quiet whispering around the corner and watched as the two bodies abruptly stopped in front of him.
"Y-your Highness." Blaise stuttered while Harold dropped to his knees on the floor, his customary position when not in the bedroom.
Draconis let his anger show when looking at the small of the two. "Consort, go to the room! Take off those clothes and lay flat on your stomach on the bed. I will punish you when I get there. Blaise, remain."
Blaise watched angrily as Harold left him to follow the king's orders, but kept it hidden.
"Zabini!" the dark boy jerked his gaze forward and suddenly Draconis was right in front of him. "The only reason I do not kill you right now for touching my property, is because I value your sire's loyalty." Draconis hissed, clinching Blaise's shirt in his fist. "I still do not understand why he values your life so much, and I do not care. If I ever catch you anywhere near him, I will kill you and execute your sire and his mate!" At that, Draconis pushed the tall boy away. "Now get out of my sight!"
"I should have known you would try this, eventually, Consort. What I do not understand is why you would risk my finding out. You had to know I would eventually." Draconis ran his hand over Harold's shivering back, laughing darkly. "Don't worry, my dear, I've decided to punish you a different way. But first... I want you to answer a few questions."
/something different/ Harold desperately wanted to cover himself, but knew any movement away from the wondering hand would mean a worse punishment.
"Why did you betray me, when you knew you would be caught eventually? Don't pretend you didn't know I would." Draconis asked, letting his hand slowly down to the soft globes below the boy's back.
"...He liked me." Harold whispered.
The hand stilled. "That's it!" The king asked in confusion. "You would risk your life because he liked you?" Draconis sneered. "Didn't you think that I might kill him for touching something that belongs to me?" Draconis hand began to move back up, just as slowly as before.
"I-I figured if something happened you wouldn't hurt him... because of his father."
"For once, you are right. However, I promise that if I ever catch him near you, again, I will kill him. Now that that's over and done with, how far did you let him get?" Suddenly Draconis' anger started to return and let his fingers claw down the boys back.
Harold let out a cry before answering. "I only let him kiss me!" he yelled.
"Is that all, are you sure you didn't do anything else? You know he's a vampire; did you let him bite you or let him fuck you?" The volume began to rise in Draconis' voice. "Perhaps both!" He ran his finger's up to Harold's hair and-
"No! He only kissed me, I didn't want for him to bite me! I did not want to sleep with him!" The grip instantly released him.
"That's good." Draconis frowned slightly. "But, that doesn't save you. I have to prove that you are mine. No one else will ever touch you." /Why does the thought of someone else touching him bother me so much? No one other than me should have him.../ Draconis thought as he bent to pick up a long pointed piece of metal from the nightstand. He felt it heat up to searing temperatures in his hand.
"This may hurt."