A/N: Srry about the Delay. I've had major writers block but I'm okay now. On with the fic!
Chapter 5: The Sin of Mordock
Harry let out a sigh as he sat down on the grass. It just isn't fair. Draco has to put up with all this baggage. I want to help him for a change, Harry thought to himself. Lately, his Vampiric counterpart seemed distracted, as if something was wrong.
"Are you always this predictable?" asked Draco lightly setting himself behind the small boy.
" I'm not. You just know me, that's all," Harry answered, turning to look at him.
"Draco what's wrong?" Harry asked finding the worry in his beloved's eyes.
After a period of silence, Draco answered, "There's a hunter here, now, at Hogwarts."
"A what? Hunter? What do you mean?" Harry asked, fear for the safety of his love apparent within his wide green eyes.
"Harry, there are those within the wizarding world who see vampires as heartless monsters. Many have formed factions and trained themselves in our ways of life, the reason being, to kill us in the end. We call them hunters," Draco explained.
"How do you know?" Harry asked, his voice filled with awe.
"I can feel their auras. Hunters created certain potions to make themselves faster and stronger many years ago. The result was a mutation of what is known as blood fusion magic. In fact, the most effective factions even managed to cultivate blood from an actual born Vampire. Therefore, the smell of their magical aura is different," explained Draco.
This is it! This is my chance to protect him! Harry thought, smiling silently, but his smile faded as worry claimed his heart. "They wouldn't dare attack on school grounds would they?" Harry inquired in alarm.
"No, I don't think so. Speaking of off school grounds…wanna go to Hogsmead next weekend?" Draco asked.
"Dray, we're all going to Hogsmead next weekend," Harry replied.
"No…you…well I mean did you…did you wanna go with me," Draco stuttered as an irrational nervousness crept up his spine.
"Oh! You mean as in a date?" Harry asked.
"Well…uh…yeah!" Draco said quickly, a blush tinting his cheeks.
"Okay, sure! What should we do in the meantime?" Harry asked, a feral gleam in his emerald eyes.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something," Draco whispered before capturing the petite Gryffindor's lips within his own.
Hogsmead WeekendFrantically, Draco Malfoy ran a fine-toothed comb through his silky platinum hair, nervously tying it in a neat ponytail, only to pull it out again with an impatient sigh. Compromising, Malfoy pulled up half his hair leaving the back down and a few strands framing his aristocratic face. Appraising himself in the mirror, he nodded at the black leather pants and cream tunic, which hung over them. The tie at the top was left partly loosened allowing a small measure of milky skin to shine through. He hoped Harry would like it.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was also checking and rechecking his appearance. His hair, now reaching down to his shoulders, was adorned with light honey blonde streaks. He decided to forgo the liner and makeup, as he wanted to appear open and somewhat vulnerable before his love. Draco always seemed to enjoy the natural look better. Around his hips sat the 'legendary' tight on hip, loose on leg bondage jeans that had first arisen Draco's jealousy, and now served to render him speechless. Finishing off the look Harry hooked a silver chain around his neck that sharply contrasted with the obsidian like leather trench which hung over a white tank t. He was nervous. I hope Draco likes it…
Womping WillowDraco nearly lost his breath as Harry emerged from the school. His mate really didn't know how beautiful a creature he truly was. Without the mask of makeup, Harry's skin glowed like the face of the moon. The half trench fell on his body in such a way as to accentuate the feminine curve of his hips, and he was hard pressed to suppress the sudden blood lust and arousal that had suddenly sprung upon him. God's be blessed who'd given him such a one of infinite beauty.
"You look beautiful," Draco breathed.
"So do you," Harry replied blushing softly, his cheeks warmly tinged with the hue of a pink rose.
"C'mon let's go," Draco said wrapping his strong arms about the small Gryffindor. Being mated to a Vampire certainly had its benefits.
Rosmerta's"What's going to happen after graduation?" Harry asked curiously.
"Well, we'll probably purchase a flat, or we could travel if you like. The sky's the limit. Anything you want to do, you can pursue," Draco answered.
"You mean, you want to move in with me?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, of course Harry. You are my mate, I couldn't bear being away from you," Draco said, casually scanning the menu. As a vampire, he wasn't particularly hungry for food, but he'd always been partial to Rosmerta's tea.
"What happens when I die? Will you just find another mate?" Harry asked in a small voice, laying his menu flat upon the table. He wasn't very hungry.
"Die? What do you mean die?" Draco asked slightly alarmed.
"Well, it's only natural right? I mean, I'm mortal and you're immortal," Harry replied, suddenly becoming very interested in the laced tablecloth.
"Harry… Harry look at me." Reluctantly Harry raised his head, and gazed warily into Draco's eyes.
"You are the only mate I want. The only mate I have, and besides you're immortal now, too. Didn't you know that?" Blushing furiously, Harry shook his head.
"How," Harry asked, his voice just barely above a whisper.
"Well, when a vampire bonds with their chosen mate, there's a fusion of both souls, thus rendering their mates body as immortal as their own," Draco explained.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Harry asked.
"I assumed you knew," Draco replied bashfully.
"Oh! Well, ya know, I'm not too hungry sooo…why don't we walk around for a while?" Harry suggested.
"But Harry, you need to eat. You're skinny enough as it is," Draco said, giving Harry the once over.
"Yes, mother. I know. Look, I promise to grab something later. Now c'mon let's go," Harry said, jumping up from the table.
From the back of the store, two hazel eyes watched as the pair walked into the street. Now was their chance. There would not be another in a long while. Signaling a galleon under her table, the young woman walked out into the street. Her wand clutched tightly within her hand.
TBC… Ha! Just kidding!
Harry and Draco were walking down the cobblestone street in companionable silence, when Harry was suddenly grabbed from behind.
"Harry!" Draco whirled around, and spotted Mad-Eye-Moody firmly holding the boy-who-lived tightly to him with one arm as the other hand covered his mouth muffling his cry for help.
"Let him go, mortal!" Malfoy growled.
"Don't move Malfoy. One more step, and you're finished," a voice sounded behind them.
"Granger, I should have known you'd strike at Hogsmead," Draco seethed.
"It's only natural. There are less familiar witness this way," Hermione answered. Then under her breath, she murmured 'Inferious'.
Wings quickly sprouted from Draco's back blocking the acidic attack, but not without burning them. Draco grimaced at the pain, but remained silent. He would not give this witch the pleasure of voicing his agony.
"What's your game? Can't you see my death will hurt Harry?" Draco reasoned, his only concern being his mate's quality of life.
"Oh, don't worry. We have a marvelous new potion for that. Not only will it take away his immortality, it will lay his mind bare to manipulation. I've always fancied the idea of marrying the boy-who-lived," Hermione said in a singsong voice.
"Bitch!" Draco hissed.
"Yes, I know. Now, shut up and die!" Hermione hissed, launching herself at Malfoy. Her hands were outstretched and the nails upon them were sharp, and they glinted maliciously at the young vampire.
I knew it! Clyaxer blood. Draco thought, flipping forward over the huntress' attack. Woefully, he was not fast enough, and her nails dug deep into his side. Having not yet fed, Draco was severely injured.
"I find Vampiric talons simply fascinating, don't you?" Hermione commented, lovingly brushing a hand across her nails. Helplessly, Harry looked on. He blinked; a solitary tear fell from his right eye.
No, no, no! I will not let this happen. I am not weak, I am not pathetic and I will not be manipulated! Harry thought. Deep within his psyche, a power awoke.
With a strangled yell, Moody let go, flinging himself away from the Gryffindor, his clothing smoking. Harry stood still eyes closed. Slowly, he opened them, his gaze settling upon Hermione.
"Your hatred has consumed you. He is not the one you seek."
Surprised, the girl answered, "What do you mean? He's a fanged monster! Of course, he is the one I seek. I hate them all, and someday we will destroy the entire race!" Hermione replied, trembling in righteous anger.
Unwaveringly, Harry answered, "The sin of Mordoc, should be paid by none other than himself!"
"What? How did you?" Hermione was at a loss for words.
Harry stole a glance at Draco. He was unconscious, and quickly losing blood. He had to act quickly. "Step aside Hermione."
"No! Don't you see it's my destiny to destroy him? Don't you see? He's deceived you!" Hermione yelled.
"No, you have been deceived. For the actions of one, you have damned an entire race," Harry calmly answered.
"I will not move, so you'll be forced to destroy me," she said hoping their past friendship would still his hand. Her once dear friend had no idea of the full extent of his power.
"Then you leave me no choice," Harry raised his hands, and fire shot from them, enveloping the young witch in flames. They wouldn't kill her, but she'd be out of commission for a while. As quickly as the power manifested, it left. Harry stumbled and fell onto the ground.
"Draco…Draco please," Harry whispered.
"Harry? What happened?" Draco asked. Luckily, Hermione's claws weren't full of poison…this time. His wound had healed, but his blood count was still dangerously low.
"I…well, Hermione was hurting you, and then I got mad and…I…burned her," Harry answered, thoroughly bewildered.
"It's all right. She's not dead. Come on; let's go back to school.
Room of Requirement
"Harry, I need to feed," Draco sighed.
"I know," Harry answered from his position upon Draco's chest. He'd long since grown used to the silence found there. It was almost comforting.
"I don't have the strength to make it painless," Draco whispered.
"I know," Harry replied, tightly gripping Draco's hand. Slowly, Draco's fangs pierced the delicate skin. Desperately, he began to drink.
The pain was acute, but Harry would not cry out. Tears stung at the corners of his tightly scrunched eyes. Soon after he finished, Draco pulled Harry closer.
"I'm sorry," he whispered wiping away the young boys tears.
"'S okay, it's not your fault," Harry answered, his voce hitching slightly.
"I love you," Draco sighed. He waited, but received no reply. "Harry?" Draco questioned. Looking down, he found his Gryffindor Golden Boy fast asleep against his chest.
Sleep well love….
TBC…
