A/N: hello! Ha-ha, Harry Potter rules completely now!!!!!!!!!! (My other stories in other genres aren't getting near as much) Thank you everybody for reviewing! Yay for me!!!!

I am so sorry this is a late update, but my family and I were in serious need of bonding time, ya know, so we went on vacation. Please don't kill me!!!!!!!!!!!! looks around fearfully at angry mob please, scroll down if you wanna skip the Author's Note! It's there!

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Previously, in chapter 4...

... "Just, you're the one person who... who's such a beautiful, mysterious rarity," he [Draco] finally managed. /Damn it feels good to get that off my chest. Should have thought of that sooner.../

Harry gazed at him, and Draco began to wonder if he was going to get punched. But no, Harry merely stared at him. /Well, was it that shocking? / Draco asked. /Well, I'll make the first move.../

Draco sat up, and crawled over to Harry, who was still sitting there. Soon, Draco was inches from Harry, so close that they felt each other's breath...

And now, continuing our story...

(5)......

The electric tension between them was there, visibly there in each other's eyes, physically there in their breaths and body heat. The feeling was overwhelming Harry, but he was held back by fear and merciless recognition.

"Draco..." Harry said quietly.

"Tell me you don't feel that," Draco whispered, gazing at Harry's emerald eyes in search of any other emotion. All he could find was longing, regret, sorrow, everything he knew Harry screamed about. No, there seemed to be very little content in the storming orbs, flecked with gold and ringed with silver.

"I... I do... but..." Harry shook his head, and closed his eyes; "Too much," he whispered, covering his eyes with his hands; "No way out..."

Draco's memory flashed back to when Harry zoned out at the Parkinson's Manor; "Harry, I'm desperately trying to comprehend what little you've given me so far," he said, "But please, clarify!"

"Shit's happened, okay?" Harry replied curtly, removing his hands; "Sorry, it's just my head hurts... a lot... and..." he shook his head, covering his face again and resting his head against the pillow.

Draco lay beside him, and sighed as he lay propped himself up on his elbow again. Harry was staring at him, and the emotion-heated gaze, how his eyes seemed to glitter in the grey world of the night, how they seemed to remain green as ever, unnerved Draco somewhat. He knew his eyes were more than likely silvery-blue lamps, but still, it was new.

"You're eyes are beautiful," Harry whispered, while at the same time his mind flashed back to bits of his last lurid dream, the sparse moments that had given him hope.

Draco spared a small smile to him; "Well, your eyes are just as, maybe more," he whispered; "But you still didn't reply to my request."

"Ooh, big words, Malfoy," Harry said, and Draco's eyes narrowed in frustration.

"I'm serious," Draco said, gently poking a bruise on Harry's shoulder, causing Harry to stiffen; "Who did it?"

"I can't trust you," Harry said; "You're insane as it is, and you're acting like we're a couple. If I told you, you would kill all of Surrey... to start with, anyway."

"If I promise, will you tell me?" Draco asked insistently; "On my name as a Malfoy, I swear I won't kill anyone - yet."

Harry knew that for a pureblood, swearing on their name was like swearing on their very soul. So, admitting defeat, Harry sighed, and looked at Draco, the same, expressionless look to his face. Yet his eyes seemed to tell the whole story of pain, anger, hatred, and regret.

Draco gazed at the emerald orbs, quickly reading Harry's mind of the incidents by means of telepathy. Harry felt his mind being penetrated, a slight buzzing sensation in the back of his head. Silent and still he waited for Draco to finish.

Draco couldn't even force himself through the first assault, and skipped the majority. He saw beatings, harsh lashings, rape, and so much more... nothing of good character. Everything Harry had endured was out of pure spite, and what shocked Draco the most was when he saw it had been going on for much, much longer. Since Harry was seven, when he was punished to brutally by Vernon (who had then found that the beatings were a fine form of stress relief), and since to now. And Dudley had only gotten Harry this summer, meaning it was still fresh to his psyche.

Harry closed his eyes as another headache came, and at that Draco gave in and released his mental hold; "Oh, Harry," he said compassionately; "I had no idea! We were all under the impression that..."

"I was happy?" Harry asked; "Yeah, Dumbledore's a lying bastard, isn't he?"

Draco hung his head; "Sabet knew you were dark," he said quietly, lifting his head and gazing at Harry despairingly; "He... he was telling us before... of someone who would come to our race already burdened. Harry, I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner..."

/Wait, Draco admitting that he's sorry? / Harry thought. /Wow, he does care.../

"I'm just glad to be out," Harry said, shivering.

Draco embraced him, more friendly and comforting. Harry snuggled into his shoulder, heaving a sigh. Draco looked at him, inwardly groaning as he looked up pleadingly. /God, don't make this torture last long/ Draco thought.

Harry closed his eyes, breathing in Draco's scent of vanilla and lavender. Draco willed his eyes to close, arms wrapped around Harry protectively.

/I could get used to this/ both thought.

And then both pairs of eyes snapped open to gaze at each other.

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Draco woke up, eyes caked with sleep. He rubbed them gingerly, then looked around. His eyes fell almost instantly on the still sleeping Harry, still huddled against him. Draco smirked, then, in one swift, fluid motion, got up, not waking the raven-haired vampire. Draco looked at Harry, watching as he muttered something and rolled over, one arm slinging over the side of the bed. Draco also noticed his black, right wing was splayed across the pillows, while his left was still beneath his body. This made Draco flex his wings before securely tucking them away.

With a final glance to Harry, Draco quietly exited the room, before gliding down the steps, and down to the lower hall. Draco ran, jumped, and slid along the wooden floor on a rug, coming to a skidding halt in front of the kitchen.

"What's for breakfast, Sev?" Draco asked, but found that the kitchen was empty. Draco looked around, before spotting a piece of parchment on the table. Draco picked it up, and quickly read...

Draco,

I've been called away on business. I will return by evening, and I expect for NOTHING to be tarnished, or otherwise broken. Also, only leave the house if you absolutely have to. Minister Weasley has issued a search for Harry, and all I'm willing to say is that they might stop by.
Don't get into trouble,
Severus

Draco snorted as he dropped the parchment and set it on fire, watching the ashes fall to the ground and disappear. He then crossed his arms in thought. /Oh shit/ he thought. /I don't know how to cook anything! Oh shit, I'll starve! /

Draco whined as he looked around, tugging at his hair. He was about to call for help when he heard someone coming down the steps; "Harry! Hurry, quick!" Draco shouted desperately, and in an blur, Harry was in the doorway.

"What?!" he asked, looking around as he walked over to Draco quickly.

"Uncle Sev left and he didn't cook us breakfast!" Draco whined; "We'll starve!!!!"

Harry froze, and slowly turned to face Draco; "What?" Draco asked childishly at Harry's incredulous look; "I've never had to cook breakfast!" Draco protested.

Harry shook his head; "Calm down, spoiled brat, sit down," he said kindly, ushering Draco over to the table and setting him down.

Draco stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms and leg as he pouted, but quickly lost interest in such when he became mesmerized by Harry's fluid, graceful movements around the kitchen. Even in such a simple task as this, he was overwhelming. Draco fought back the urge to jump up and ravish Harry then and there, but after what he had seen last night, he shoved the lust down where it belonged.

The smell of eggs frying, and bacon sizzling brought Draco out of his trance, and he got up curiously to see what Harry was doing by the stove. Draco walked over, peering over Harry's shoulder (though it called for Draco to stand on his tiptoes slightly, height difference, you know).

"Oh, so that's how Muggles do it," Draco mused, watching as Harry flipped the eggs with a spatula and the works.

"Well, how else would you cook... oh, never mind," Harry said, rolling his eyes; "I'm talking to the richest wizard in all of Britain. Do you even know where your clothing goes when it gets dirty?" he asked, looking at Draco.

Draco innocently shook his head; "Should I?" he asked.

Again, Harry rolled his eyes.

"Just sit down and relax. Breakfast will be ready in a second."

Draco did as he was bidden, though of course smugly. He'd never admit subservience, at least not yet

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The next two weeks were devoted entirely to Harry becoming more accustomed with his birthright. They would sneak off to the forests and fields outside of town, most often times at night, and there they would practice flying. Harry and Draco also perfected their Occulemcy, as well as telepathy. And in time, they had grown closer.

But burdens are deep, Draco knew that.

Harry slowly admitted to himself, and quickly confirmed that he was not a Gryffindor at heart like he had been told. During a quick session of "Find-the-Blonde", a hide-n-seek type of game created by Draco, it was revealed that Harry was cunning and ruthless, perfect Slytherin qualities. Though he still retained his stubbornness.

"No, I won't. Drake, you can't make me..."

"Ah, come on, Harry..."

"NO!!!"

"YES!"

"I won't!!!"

"You will! You want to know if you're ready, don't you? And since you're a new vampire, you have to feed anyway! We move out at sunset!"

"No!"

"Harry, if you don't, I won't complete my duties, meaning Sabet will be mad at me. And trust me; you don't want that vampire mad at you. Please?"

Harry looked over at Draco, matching his stern gaze with an arrogant one of his own. Harry was fine, he didn't want to go out in the open just yet, what with seemingly every other wizard searching for him. IF he was spotted, he could put Snape and Draco in jeopardy. But again Draco was begging. Harry felt all of his walls come down at the almost pitiful sight of it.

"Fine," Harry replied brazenly, looking away.

They were in one of the fields, atop a hill that overlooked the small community of Hogsmead. It was a quaint, peaceful picturesque, what one might find on the back of a postcard. Harry was going to live here, he had decided, after everything was done and he could live a normal life...

Harry sighed. It would be a miracle if her survived to graduate Hogwarts. Hell, it would be a miracle if he survived the year. God, then he'd have to go back to a place he didn't want to...

"Ah, Harry," Draco said, "Where are you? Don't zone out again!"

Harry snapped out of his thoughts, and looked at Draco; "Sorry," he said, "I was just thinking..."

"Oh, when has that ever been a safe idea," Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. His gaze traveled to the small village below; "I'm going to live here one day," he said quietly; "So peaceful, closed off... make a nice place to raise children, wouldn't you think?"

/Where in the hell is he going with this? / Harry thought, but he looked out at the village and replied; "I suppose... but, children are annoying..."

"Oh, and what kids have you been around besides first years?" Draco asked, smirking.

Harry shrugged; "Exactly," he said.

Draco rolled his eyes; "You're a mystery," he said.

"Hey, at least I'm a 'beautiful' one," Harry said, looking over at Draco lazily.

Draco rolled on his side, and sternly looked at Harry; "Okay," he said, "If anyone finds out about me not being under the whole 'Malfoy-Ice-Prince-of-Slytherin' persona, I'll lose my reputation, okay?"

"Hey, who will I tell?" Harry asked, looking at him apathetically.

Draco nodded; "Glad to see we're on the same level," he said.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat up; "What's wrong?" Draco asked.

/He's been asking that a lot lately/ Harry thought, crossing his arms over his legs as he drew up his knees and rested his chin between them; "Nothing," Harry replied quietly.

Draco sat up, and scooted over to him; "I know what could make you feel better," he said, looking at Harry innocently.

Harry looked at him, before rolling his eyes at Draco's expression. Lower lip stuck out, eyes wide with suppressed sympathy and a hint of want, and hands clasped under his chin. He looked like a seven-year-old begging for candy. His gaze couldn't even be willed to not soft at the pathetic look, so Harry merely looked away.

"No," Harry said finally, smirking at Draco.

Draco, looking dejected, turned and gazed out in front of them, surveying the fields.

"Sorry, Draco," Harry said almost immediately.

/It gets him every time/ Draco thought, inwardly smirking as he kept up his hurt persona.

"It's okay," Draco said, looking at him.

Harry suddenly couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing. He fell onto his back again, holding his sides as the unfamiliar feeling came t o him and the even odder sound came from his lips.

"What?" Draco asked, suddenly incensed at being laughed at. He hated being laughed at, next to being ignored; "What the hell is so funny!"

"You...you're face...priceless!" Harry managed through gasps of air as he sat up again. Harry sighed and calmed, then said; "Whoa, that was... weird..."

Draco looked at him oddly; "Laughing?" he asked, and Harry nodded; "Oh, come on, Harry! You mean you haven't laughed at all?"

Harry looked away; "Well, suppose we'll have to change that!" Draco said, jumping and pinning Harry to the ground as he ensued on tackling the poor raven-haired vampire.

Harry burst out laughing, writhing and "trying" to fight Draco off. But he loved the feeling of happiness, and Draco knew that's what Harry wanted. His hands ran over Harry's sides, and Harry was near tears, had he any left to shed. Draco, who was raised to notice even the slightest oddity about a person, noticed this as well. He would probably bruise when he was done, and Harry hadn't shed a single tear.

Draco stopped, sitting on Harry's torso (eliciting an "oof!" from Harry) as he did. Harry opened his eyes with a slight smile, but it quickly faded; "what?" he asked, looking at Draco.

"You don't cry," Draco mused, leaning down until they were merely inches away.

"So?" Harry asked a little brusquely, feeling his walls going up almost immediately.

Draco shrugged; "It helps to cry," he said.

"There's nothing worth crying over," Harry said, sitting up with Draco sliding into his lap.

"You've got plenty of reasons," Draco said poignantly.

"I've quit crying, for your information," Harry said; "Crying does nothing."

Draco was silent; "You cry at night," he said quietly, "While you sleep, or after, when you wake up..."

"And how would I know that, Stalker?"

"Because, damnit, I can hear your cries, and sense your anguish!" Draco said, "So don't be so closed off. I'm a vampire too, and therefore I can sense certain things from you. Pain, mostly, and that draws me to comfort you. So except it, from here on out, you will get help, Harry. It's apparent those Gryffindorks barred you from them and ignored you, but I'm not trying to, okay? I want to help you..." he added desperately.

Harry looked into the blue eyes, sifting and finding Draco's true emotions and feelings. Draco allowed it, the tingling feeling at the back of his head becoming annoying after a few seconds. Harry let go, and stared at Draco, who stared back.

"I do," Draco replied quietly, bowing his head and closing his eyes, feeling defeated.

Harry's heart softened, and his gaze did as well. Lifting Draco's head up with his hand, he closed his own eyes, and closed the gap. Their lips met, and Draco almost buckled under. Harry leaned back, taking Draco's shoulders and pulling him down with him.

When Harry's back hit the grass, his tongue glided across Draco's lips. Draco planted his hands on the grass, parting his mouth. Harry's tongue tentatively entered Draco's mouth, and Draco did the same. One of the blonde's hands went to the side of Harry's head, gently taking a handful of hair and moving the other vampire's head for a better angle. The two became engrossed in the other, Harry's hands going to Draco's waist as Draco's free hand ran down his chest. Harry shivered, and Draco smirked as he deepened the kiss.

"Oh my god! Mr. Weasley, I found him!"

A/N: sorry this was late again, and I apologize even more for the cliffhanger. But ooh, at least Draco and Harry kissed, right? Please don't shoot! holds hands up as mob encroaches RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!