A/N: okay, hullo people. I'm getting the notion that a few of you think I like rape? No, you may not but some deserve a reason. This story has a lot to do with my cousin, and I had to have a plot that starts on something other than cutting or any other form of self-mutilation (honestly, there are other bad deeds out there, not that cutting's not bad, it's horrible. DON'T DO IT).
I updated the summary, too, so please don't think I'm some twisted freak, okay? I had trouble writing the first chapter, and not just because I was trying to be a smartass by showing off.
Ah, Privit was on auto-correct too! Damn that Microsoft word, it's an evil software sometimes...
ra1ns0ng32, Hail yeah it'd be awesome to fly, that's why I pitched the concept!
And another newbie, Eideard, hullo and thank you!!!! I guess I do have a few [and by few I mean many] grammar mistakes, but note my situation. I feel honored and loved, by the way!!!!
And sorry to tell you all but there will be no beta for me. I'm a loner of sorts when it comes to things like these, and it's frustrating sometimes. So, please bypass the mistakes and continue reading!!!!!
P.S.; Eideard, I went to your profile. You're pretty new, aren't ya? Welcome to the party, girl (or boy, don't know what you are) but all the same!!!!!!!!!
TR: Now, who brought the tequila? Steve, no, down off the table!!!! STEVE!!!{Well, we know who stole the tequila...}
Steve =drunken, off key voice= : oh Danny Boy, the pipes the =burp= pipes are call-all-ling!!!!!!!!
TR: somebody get him down!!!!!
Later...
:: Breaks down in a fit of tears:: PsychoticDeath is leaving me!!!! Damn her parents [not really] but all the same! :: continues sobbing::
Wait, I don't cry! :: wipes eyes:: THIS STORY IS OFFICIALLY DEDICATED TO PSYCHOTICDEATH!!!!!! Farewell, my friend and loyal reviewer! Thyne absence shall be mourned until thyne's return...
Anyway, yes, it was my first love scene... =blushes madly, then looks over shoulder=... dunno if there will be more... gods am I paranoid.
Harry (scoffing): Well, that's an understatement.
Draco =nods=: I agree
TR: anyway, thanks everyone for reviewing! Past 80! Woot!
LL, I had no right to call you "unintelligent", but the theory of getting out still stands. I understand if it disturbs you, but, like you said, it was (1)...
::looks around anxiously, then whispers:: What's MENSA? Sorry, I'm so deep inside the holler; I'm the only kid besides my friend Beth who owns a computer!!!!!
Final note: MY Remus HAS NO MUSTACHE, HE LOOKS LIKE HOW HE IS IN THE BOOKS! Shaggy hair, pretty hazel eyes, nice build, weary look, the like! No mustache, no mustache!!!!! And Severus isn't the greasy bastard in the books, he's fetch-worthy and his nose does not resemble that of a bird's beak!!!!!!!!!!!!
:: Okay, officer, I'll get off the car...::
Anyway, disclaimer, I own nothing
8......
"So... Harry's a... a dark creature?" shaky hands brought a shaking cup to Remus lips as he sipped on the scalding tea. The heat of the liquid was his last concern.
Snape nodded, taking his own cup; "Yes, as of his birthday over two weeks ago," he replied. He'd been over this three times, and Remus still couldn't comprehend it.
Remus nodded; "Does... anyone else know of this, beside us and Draco?"
"No," Snape said; "Though, the other Vampires will know by now."
Remus stared at the table; "This isn't good," he said; "Harry's in danger now more than ever..."
"Not necessarily," Snape said; "Draco told me, when he became a vampire, that he was safe because of the fact that most of the vampires live in and around the United kingdom, and a few in France, Denmark, and Belgium. They look out for each other, Remus. Harry's probably safer now more than ever. He's got a literal lifeline just because of what he is."
"You've taken this to great thought, haven't you, Severus?"
Snape was silent; "To be honest, I have," he replied simply; "The boy's not who he let on to be. Quite the conservationist, really, when he's not upset or brooding," he added matter-of-factly before sipping his tea.
Remus chuckled dryly; "But... Draco," he said, "Why would Harry... you know..."
"Choose him?" Snape asked; "That, I do not know. Perhaps it is because they are the same in a lot of ways, and because Draco has been smothering the boy in affection," he grimaced; "Makes me sick, to be honest. I must admit though, he's happier now it seems than he has been all of last year."
Remus nodded; "Well, so long as Harry's happy," he said finally.
There was a lengthy pause then, as both men sipped on their tea.
"So, I suppose you'll be coming back for the DADA position?"
"I'm thinking it over."
"I say take it."
"Wha-what? Don't you want that job?"
"Yes, but with someone trustworthy around, I—we, can keep better watch over the two..."
"Ah... Severus..."
"...What?"
"...Nothing, never mind."
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Harry opened his eyes when Snape led Remus downstairs, and let out the breath he had been holding. Draco opened his eyes as well. They had both heard the two wizards in the living room, keen senses picking up the noise. Harry, who was still adjusting, hadn't slept much, merely enjoyed the sound of Draco's heartbeat and the gentleness of his breathing. He felt like a love-struck first year, but he didn't care. He loved the feeling...
Draco shifted, left wing spanning out as he stretched; "So much for rest, eh, love?" he asked, yawning.
"You seem to be quite happy, laying like this," Harry said, turning on his side to get a better view the blonde. One eyebrow was raised skeptically.
Draco eyed him, and then looked down his slender frame. For the first time to memory, a faint blush graced the blonde's cheeks. Draco looked back up, as if unfazed, and calmly stated; "Oh, that will go away."
Harry laughed, rolling onto his back; "What?" Draco asked incredulously; "It will!"
"Then I guess you might as well leave me now," Harry said, rolling over on his side again with, in Draco's opinion, and extremely sexy smirk. Even without telepathy, Draco seemed to know what he meant. Still appearing unfazed, he eyed Harry.
"Oh, you think?" Draco asked thoughtfully, rolling over. One of his wings shot out, knocking Harry out of the bed.
"Hey!" Harry shouted as he hit the floor. Grumbling, Harry rose, rubbing his back and rear gingerly.
"That didn't hurt and I know it," Draco said, rolling over. He rested his head on his hands, watching Harry. /and this angel's all mine/ Draco thought, smirking.
"What are you smiling about?" Harry asked, crawling back onto the bed.
"Oh, nothing," Draco said; "Just thinking that you're all mine."
"Oh I am, am I?" Harry asked coolly, sitting down and leaning back onto the comforters and pillows, wings folded back and out of sight.
"Well, technically," Draco said, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully as he went over to the raven-haired youth; "You're not... yet," he said, looking Harry over.
"Whoa wait a minute," Harry said, sitting up. But Draco was faster; he crawled on top of Harry, sitting on his stomach. Harry let out a winded breath, and crossed his arms as he pouted and looked up at the blonde. Draco smirked, leaning down.
"I could, you know," he whispered seductively, drawing his hand up and running a hand down Harry's cheek and jaw line.
The touch left Harry shivering with want, but he willed it down; "No," Harry said firmly; "I'm not ready, you horndog."
Draco looked crestfallen, and climbed off of Harry, laying next to him instead.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Harry asked.
"You called me horndog," Draco mumbled, looking at Harry sadly with puppy dog eyes.
Harry rolled his own eyes, "Oh, surely you'd be used to it—" he poked Draco just above the groin; "—by now," he smirked as he rose, leaving Draco looking astounding.
"Where are you going?" Draco finally asked indignantly; "Did I say you could leave?"
"Didn't I say I was no one's bitch?" Harry retorted, pulling his pair of loose sweatpants. He then put on a tank top {a/n: did I mention that he and Draco were only in their boxers? Sorry!}.
Draco chuckled; "You do know you're godfather's down there," he stated.
"Yeah, I know," Harry said simply as he opened the door. He turned to Draco; "Should I give him a scare?" he asked, smirking as his wings became visible.
"Wouldn't want the man to wet his pants," Draco said, smiling with a mischievous look in his eye.
Harry shook his head and chuckled; "Then where would the fun be?" he asked, grinning evilly.
"OH, you Slytherin!" Draco gasped dramatically as Harry slipped out of the room.
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"So, how are you and that old house faring now that... things, have changed?" Snape asked as he rose to refill the tea pot for the fourth time.
Remus sighed; "Getting along," he replied solemnly, idly gazing at his stirring spoon; "The Weasleys come by every now and then, as do the others..."
"Oh, I'm sure the first group is wonderful," Snape said sarcastically.
"They aren't as bad as you think, Severus," Remus said, looking at the potions master.
"Try having going to school with the first generation, then having the next six or seven in your classes," Snape retorted curtly; "I swear Percy was the only exemplary one of the lot."
"Oh, aren't we the snide one," Remus muttered, rolling his eyes; "You haven't changed at all, Severus, not an ounce."
"Oh, but we were all different at the tender age of fifteen," Snape said, "But then again, scars run deep... Don't they, Remus?"
The words hung in the air as Remus quieted; "I apologized," Remus said finally; "Countless times! As did Sirius, James, and Peter even!"
"That's not what I'm referring to," Snape muttered as he magically sped up the warming process. The tea kettle whistled, and he took it off the stove. Walking over, tea kettle in hand, Snape poured out two more cups. As he did, he caught a familiar black-winged shadow grace the doorway. Ignoring it, Snape took his seat, waiting for what would happen.
/Pray Draco hasn't rubbed off on him too much/ Snape thought.
Remus was sipping his tea when he felt the air blow past his face, ruffling his hair. He froze, and looked over to Snape, who was apparently oblivious to the draft; "Severus," Remus said; "I do believe there's a draft..."
"Oh, no, that might just be the ghoul," Snape mused, looking up at him; "Or..."
"Hello, Remus," Harry whispered into Remus' ear, coming up suddenly behind him.
The werewolf screamed [yes, he screamed], jumping out of his seat, sending tea everywhere, and knocking the chair and Harry away. Harry landed on the floor laughing, the sound so vague and unfamiliar there was a pause in action. Snape was beside himself with mirth, and let out a laugh.
Remus quickly muttered the cleansing charm to clean the tea, then turned to Harry. But the sight of seeing Harry smile made him forget about scolding, he could only grin warmly to his godson.
"Harry," Remus said, "How are you?"
"Better," Harry said as he rose.
Remus saw his wings folded against his body; "Harry, I want you to know that I'm still by your side," Remus said.
"I know, I know, Remus," Harry said, "You always have been. Oh, I'm sorry for what you saw when you came up there," he added, pointing to the ceiling.
"Oh, there's a first time for everything I suppose," Remus said, sitting down again at the table.
Snape then promptly got up, and left.
Harry silently chuckled as he watched the potions master leave, then turned to Remus; "So... I suppose you... know," Harry said.
"Yes, I do," Remus said; "And I'd also like you to know Harry, that I trust what Severus told me about Dumbledore, and what he's ignored."
Harry felt a slight wave of dislike for Snape for a second, but couldn't get angry at Snape. He'd just done too much on his own free will for Harry to ever hate him.
"Harry, we can keep you from those awful people for good," Remus said; "Just say the word."
"I've been saying it for years," Harry said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the icebox.
"Yes, but now Dumbledore will have to hear you," Remus said; "We have to get things back on track, for everyone's sake."
"Go ahead, let the train crash," Harry mused, looking at a painting hanging on the wall by his head; "I don't care what happens to anyone."
"This affects us all, Harry," Remus said, "You, me, Severus... Draco."
Harry's head snapped towards his direction at this; "What are you getting at?"
"You now being a vampire will have great influence on Dumbledore," Remus said, "Provided he finds out. Think of it this way, you have a hand over the old man now."
Harry eyed him; "Yeah, sure," Harry said, "There are tons of things that the old coot doesn't know about, Remus, where have you been?"
"Be careful about what you say, Harry," Remus said calmly; "There are things even I don't know about, and Dumbledore considers me one of his confidants."
Harry paused; "Remus," he said, "I feel like he's been... keeping something from me. And not just details on my parents' deaths, no, something bigger..."
"I wouldn't know," Remus said; "Now, about feeding, Harry. You—"
Draco then appeared in the doorway, putting on a black sweater and staring at Harry. =/We need to get going/= he projected urgently =/It's almost sunset/=
=/Fine/= Harry replied simply looking at him.
"Well, as I was saying," Remus said, rising; "No wizards, clear? And especially no one you know, got it?"
Harry stared at his godfather. Had he caught the conversation?
Remus just smiled; "And come home alive," he added firmly, smile fading. He then walked out of the kitchen. The two vampires caught a brief exchange of "goodbyes" from Snape and Remus, then there was the roar of the fire, and Remus had left.
"Well, that was odd," Draco said aloud, but quietly; "Come on, we need to go."
"You're in a rush," Harry muttered as they walked up the stairs.
"Well, I'm hungry," Draco retorted; "Hurry, change and we can get going sooner!"
The blonde practically shoved Harry into his room, and Harry turned to face him.
"Look, no shoving," he said firmly; "And be patient. Gods, you never seem to slow down!" he groaned as he turned around to pick out clothing.
Draco laughed as he went over and fell onto the bed, and Harry faced him again; "What?" he asked angrily, annoyance level increasing dramatically.
"Not three weeks and we sound like we're married!" Draco managed, wiping his eyes and propping himself up on his elbows. He gazed at Harry.
Harry sneered, rolling his eyes as he put on a sweater over the tank. He then took his sweats off and replaced them with black jeans. Slipping on his shoes, all the while knowing Draco was watching his every move, Harry promptly "fell" onto the bed, landing in Draco's lap.
"Ooh, wish to surprise me now?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Hmm, maybe," Harry said, inwardly smiling at the sudden look of lust in Draco's eyes; "But, there are things to do," Harry said in a very Malfoy- ish tone, sitting up.
Draco huffed, crossing his arms; "Oh, never fret, my pet," Harry said, continuing with the tone of voice; "You'll get what's coming to you..." he smirked to the blonde before rising; "Now, are we going or not?"
"Drop that bloody accent and I might," Draco hissed, glaring at Harry.
Harry chuckled; "Fine," he said, smiling.
/That smile... ooh and I bet he knows it makes me melt/ Draco thought as he rose.
=/Oh does it? Hmm, guess I've got a good reason to smile more, don't you think?/=
"Did I say you could do that?" Draco asked snidely as they went down the hall to the back balcony. He hadn't even felt Harry penetrate his mind at all. It unnerved him slightly.
"Did I say I'd warn you?" Harry snapped back, smirking.
/Oh, so he wants to play that little game, huh? Well, we'll just see.../ Draco thought, then he drawled; "Well, Potter, I'd expect no better from you..."
"Oh, and what's that mean?" Harry asked coarsely as they opened the doors. They walked out onto the balcony.
Draco spread his wings, glancing evilly at the other youth; "Well, since you being a Gryffindor and all, I wouldn't expect the explanation to get through your thick head."
Harry angrily spread his wings, "Watch your back, Malfoy," he warned.
"Fine," Draco replied; "Oh, and fly above the clouds. We can't risk being seen."
"What clouds?" Harry asked as Draco jumped onto the railing, but before Harry got a reply, Draco had kicked off and began soaring away into the clear night sky.
Mumbling, Harry did the same.
A/N: well, ha-ha, there ya go! Sorry if the first A/N was a bit long!