Chapter 9: Mate of the Draconian
A/N: I know it's been like forever. My lif has been nuts lately. I haven't nor will I ever abandon this story though. This is the unbetaed version cause I wanted to get this out to you A.S.A.P. Enjoy and please review. I love you all!
Draco's Private Dorm
Left right left pivot left right left turn. Up one two three down four five repeat. On and on faster and faster Draco paced meticulous circles about his room. Three days. He's been out three days! I wasn't even out for twenty four hours. Draco thought leaning furiously into another swift turn on his right heel. Worry and impatience weren't the only reason for the young Vampires unease however.
"Any change yet," startled at the sudden intrusion into his mad ponderings Malfoy nearly hit the floor.
"No father none whatsoever. What are you doing here! Shouldn't you be with Voldemort or something," Draco spat still feeling a bit slighted by his father's dishonesty towards Voldemort.
"No, that is over. He's now heard of my treachery. Don't even think about it,' Lucius hissed.
"Think about what,"
"Killing Voldemort. You know as well as I that Harry is the only one who can destroy him!
"But he's my mate. Mine! No one elses! Dammit! What good am I if I can't even protect my own mate? I've fed upon his blood. Doesn't that mean anything," Draco spat.
"It's not that simple. When Tom cursed Harry he didn't just mark his forehead he marked his soul. I know this will be hard for you but you must understand. You can do nothing.
"But father he's not ready," Draco wined.
"As long as he has that kind of support from you he never will be," with that the elder Malfoy strode from the room. Turning his gaze upon his comatose mate Draco whispered.
"I'm afraid Harry, afraid of losing you. Please…please don't leave me!"
The Next Morning
Hunger ,pain lust…hunger pain Lust…Blood, over and over the sensations raced through the very being of Harry James Potter.
What? Why do I feel this w-
DRINK!
The command was soft yet firm leaving no room for questioning, and Harry drank. Almost immediately the aching, howling pain within him abated at the onslaught of pure Vampire blood. Startled Harry pulled back abruptly.
"Co?"
"Yes ry? I'm here how're you feeling,"
"No offence but kind of disgusted really," Harry sighed pulling his gaze away from Draco's hypnotic stare.
"Harry, it's okay. Really it's completely understandable.,"
"But, what about you? You need blood as well as I and I..I don't think I'll ever be able to bring myself to hunt and..,"
"Ha ha ha," Draco's dark chuckles stopped the petite Gryffindor's rant. "I'm sorry Harry but your naivety never ceases to amuse me.,"
"Hardy har har," Harry snipped slightly sore and annoyed.
"Harry I'm a Draconian."
"and," Harry replied not comprehending.
"You're my mate. How do I explain this… Let's see. As my mate you'll only need blood once a year. Of coarse I'll have to drink from you more often than once a day, but that's never been a problem for us," Draco answered flashing Harry a toothy smile complete with canines.
"You mean I don't,"
"No Harry, you don't," Draco sighed wrapping his arms round his beloved's waist.
"Thank Merlin for small favors," Harry mumbled. Hearing the well concealed resentment Draco pressed.
"Harry,"
"Yes,"
"Do..do you regret it,"
"Regret what,"
"Being my…well you know," Draco whispered a most unpleasant feeling settling into the base of his gut.
"…,"
"Harry," heaving a sigh the lithe Gryffindor answered.
"I s'pose not. It's just that I feel as if I don't have a choice. I never have a choice it seems. Not with my destiny, the war, press, family, or even my love. It seems as if my life has always been laid out before me. I mean even my reckless adventures were subtly orchestrated by the headmaster. Once! Jus once I'd like to pave my own way, blaze my own trail.," Harry sighed again relaxing tranquilly against the young Vampire.
"Uh Harry,"
"Yes Draco,"
"Do you…do you mind,"
"Mind what,"
"Well I uh…I'm uh…well,"
"Come on then spit it out Co. I haven't got all day to sit here and listen to you stutter," burying his nose into Harry's raven locks he spoke.
"Imhungry,"
"In clear English,"
"I'm hungry," Draco whined. Now it was Harry's turn to laugh. Bewildered Draco asked
"What's so funny,"
"Oh nothing Co. 'Ts just funny is all. Here we are talking about important things ad not five minuets later you're talking about your stomach," Harry chortled.
"Well I am. You've been out for three days," Draco grumbled.
"all right have at it then.," Harry whispered closing his eyes in wordless assent. Soon Draco's tongue found its place against Harry's neck which was, strangely, still warm.
Dray
Yes Ry
Don't ever change.
TBC… I know I know it's short. I'm a terrible person. Really the only purpose of this chapter is to explain exactly what Harry is. Hey does anyone have any good information on Draconian? I have a pretty good base but a bit of filler information would be appreciated. Personally this wasn't my favorite chapter. What you think?
