Sidenote: I just bought American Psycho, good movie, to anyone who hasn't heard of it or seen it. It's hip to be square...
I hope Harry isn't overreacting, but I've put him through the stringer in this story...
Also, no song. I got lazy and wanted to post this immediatly. I didn't want to go longer than a month without updating.
/Harry, he isn't dead./ Draco shakes Harry after he realizes the boy was about to have a mental breakdown. Had fallen into a daze.
/what/ He blink a couple times.
/he isn't dead. He's suffering from blood loss, but he isn't dead./
Harry looks over to see Voldemort laughing silently. "I knew you would fall for it." Suddenly the almost fanatical smile fades. "Maybe now you know it feels, Potter."
"What?" Harry's brow furrowed in frustration. "Why are you after me? I don't even know you."
The man smiles again. "You don't recognize me? You seem to recognize everything around you, this place, but you do not recognize me? Better yet, your... lover hasn't told you?"
Harry stares at him for several moments longer, trying to place him... Then it clicks. His hair was longer, that was what threw him off, why Harry didn't immediately identify him. He had been an advisor to Draconis. Harry never really paid much attention to him, in his dreams of the past, but could see a definite likeness now. But Draco...
"So you do, I can see it in your face."
Harry absently nodded. "You were an advisor to the king."
"Yes." Voldemort nods back, staring at him. "Along with my dear Severus here." he walked over to the shivering vampire and placed a hand in the man's hair. "He was never able to hold his blood..."
"You locked them in here together." Draco spoke up. Harry looks over to see him calmly checking Ron.
"Yes. Only it didn't quite work out the way I would have liked..." He frowned again, looking at his lover. /it never works/
"You know you're hurting him, Tom."
/What are they talking about/ Harry thinks.
"Severus will get over it, he always does. He is my mate and I am helping him get stronger! I know what is best for him. Nobody understands that." He hissed bitterly. "A vampire needs blood. Severus needs to accept that."
Harry watches the two vampires fire words back and forth.
"He understands, Tom. He just refuses to take from someone unwilling. He wasn't born a vampire like you. Severus holds more value for human life. He did not even want to be changed, in the first place. He did it when you threatened to leave him." Draco argued.
"You're one to talk! Value human life!" Voldemort laughed incredulously. "Since when do you care about humans?"
"Draco?" However, neither heard Harry's word.
The silver eyes glared slightly. "I've learned. I've had time. But that isn't important now. I want you to leave Harry alone."
Voldemort was silent for a moment. "No. He will pay."
"You had your revenge long ago! Truthfully, I don't care what you do; I do not care who you kill, maim, or rape, but if you harm Harry I will kill you." Harry involuntarily shivered when he stared at Draco's face... that look that was as cold and frigid as ice. It was times like this that made it hard for him to forget that he wasn't Draconis.
"He is still alive, while my son is dead!"
/ Wait, did I even know... Blaise./
"Yes." Voldemort turned towards Harry, advancing. "You've finally figured that much out, you moronic child."
Harry flinched as the vampire reached out a hand to touch his cheek, but it was slapped away by Draco before the pale fingers touched him. Harry suddenly felt a wave of revulsion rush through him. This man was after him and was hurting his own mate over something that happened who knows how many centuries ago!
"You're insane." Harry spat out.
Voldemort seemed to think for a moment. "Maybe Potter, just maybe. Nevertheless, what would a vampire be without a little insanity? Would you say you are entirely sane, with your lust for blood... If I were to cut your friends wrist you would practically salivate over it. What about Draconis?"
"Quit calling him that." Harry growled. Harry felt like holding his hands to his ears and screaming to block out the vampires words. He always managed to keep his mind when he fed, but Draco... Draco only fed with Harry, or with Lucius before they had been reunited.
"It's the truth."
"Not always." Draco spoke up. "Both Harry and Severus have control over themselves. Not all vampires are complete slaves to blood. In fact, I remember that you refused to let Severus feed from you, knowing that he would refuse it from anyone else, then presented him Blaise, just like you did Ron. Only Sev changed Blaise instead of killing him." Draco sneered slightly. "That ruined your plans, but you grew to care about Blaise because your mate did. You cared. However, you've never figured out how do deal with an emotion such as love. For Harry and Severus, love is more important than blood, but you... You fool yourself into thinking you can love. You've tried to keep Harry dead all these years because you believed you loved your mate and his childe. But you can't mold Severus into what you want him to be, so you find it increasingly hard to pretend even to yourself that you love him. It drives you crazy that since you can't love you mate, he has no effect on curbing your bloodlust and Severus will never be as bloodthirsty as you."
Harry watched as with every word Voldemort looked more murders, but his glare wasn't on Draco, but Severus. Severus was looking better, but Harry was becoming worried that the Voldemort would harm the injured vampire.
"Now, Blaise on the other hand. He might have loved Harry. But personally, I don't think he loved enough." He looked at Harry for this part. "However, Tom, he did not love you. He loved Severus; Blaise knew exactly why he was a vampire, that it was your fault, not Severus'. Blaise hated you." Draco paused. "Actually, now that I think about it, Severus loves you; however he hates being anywhere near you, so I don't think that counts. Not that you could ever accept that. Which is why hundreds of years later, hear you are, trying to finish something that was over long ago." Draco's face was tense over the whole tirade, teeth grinding together, hands that would be fisted if he hadn't willed himself not to. As it were, the fingers were splayed like claws, trying to not strike out at the vampire in front of him. He would have but he did not know how many other vampires were lurking in this castle. There were others, he could feel that they were there, but not how many. Most importantly, he had to be able to protect Harry.
"If you are finished analyzing me, I have one question to ask. What about your role in this?" Harry watched as the vampire suddenly tore his reddish eyes away from Severus to land on Draco. "You get to lay out all my dark secrets and get into my mind, but what about Draco Malfoy. What about everything you've done, that you have not told your mate? Are you going to say you couldn't find the right moment to tell him anything about you? Does he know that the name 'Draco' is only a nickname; that you are not a Malfoy? Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are not your parents, nor are they your sires, yet that is what you have told your mate; Lucius is no closer related to you than cousins. You threatened to kill Lucius if he and his wife did not take you in to their home; you threatened to kill his wife if he did not help you. And there is so much more that you have done and have not told him."
/...nononoNO!.../ Harry was frozen with shock and sank to his knees on the stone floor.
Draco felt a wave of disgust fill him, although he did not know if more of it was directed at himself or Voldemort as he watched vampire regain himself. /Harry/ he mentally reached out to boy, but he felt a barrier, something he had never encountered... "Harry please! Talk to me, don't shut me out!" Draco started to yell desperately, but he was ignored.
"He doesn't seem to hear you."
"Shut the fuck up!" But Voldemort simply laughed.
"This is why you didn't want to bring him here as soon as his friend disappeared. You knew, but you also knew that Harry would hate you once he knew your secrets. And wait, there's more! The worst of it has not even been revealed yet. What is the one thing you do not want him to know about you? You must think you are ready for the boy to know if you let him come here." Voldemort started pacing with excitement.
Draco wanted to kill the sadistic bastard, but he knew it was true. Harry had to know everything. Then Harry would hate him. Harry may even want to kill him. /and I'll let him do it.../
"I don't care if you tell him, Voldemort. I've accepted my fate."
"But it still hurts doesn't it. You love him, yet he can never truly feel that way about you. He'll never be able to love someone like you, not the real you."
"That's not true." Suddenly, Voldemort stopped. There was something about the way he said it.
"Explain."
"Harry can't stop loving someone that quickly, even if he hates me, he can love me. That's what I love about him. Even when I killed him, he still loved me."