A/N: Sorry so much that this is late. School sucks. I hate it. I cannot stand it. I want to see my principal terminated, or decapitated, or the county can let us all have a go with the shotgun and she could have a target taped to her back...
Sorry, happy thoughts!
Anyway, I think people are obsessing over my story. Oh no, that cannot be healthy. Okay, here is the next interlude to my creation, but promise me all that you will live your lives and you will be patient with me.
I do have a life, you know, a very interesting one. Living in Tennessee is a life full of hilarity and ironic stupidity.
Disclaimer: Nothing mine
[Author's notes]
12......
"Well, come over here and we'll discuss this by the fire," Sabet said kindly, walking over and sitting down in an armchair on the right of the fireplace. Harry took the one to the left, facing the older vampire, and the questions began.
"Tell me about us," Harry said quietly, eyes darting around the room as he sat still in the chair.
Sabet's thin lips curled into a kind smile; "Of course," he said, rising; "You, Harry, are one of the gifted few to receive such a gift. Yes, having to feed off of another human is the only downside, but trust me, being a vampire is nothing less than profitable;" he paused, walking back over to the globe; "But by the tone of your voice, you are wondering about the structure of the Council, and how we... operate?" he looked over at Harry, while at the same time holding his hand over the globe. It began to glow, and thus began rotating. Harry watched it, occasionally glancing at the Elder. He nodded.
Sabet nodded once; "The Council is simply structured on an independent government. A democracy, if you will. We have set guidelines for other vampires to follow and abide by, so that there will not be conflict. We cannot have more dying," he mused quietly, eyes fixed on the globe with a hazy gaze. There was a pause, one which brought tension from Harry. But Sabet spoke after a moment of pondering; "You're Grandfather was a good friend of mine, you know," he said quietly, walking away from the globe and to the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, giving one a clear view of the mountains and lands of France. "He helped set the foundation for our structured society of today. He was quite the wizard, Harry, I can say I see him in you more than either your farther, or mother," he turned and looked at Harry, hands held behind his back; "He had dreams, visions, of what could be," he mused, looking out of the window.
"Tell me about him," Harry said quietly, "And what he did."
Sabet nodded, sighing; "Your father answered his calling at the age of seventeen, about the time of the First World War of the non-magical," Harry blinked at the term for Muggles. He had very rarely heard it, but he couldn't say it was a bad one; "I quickly met him," Sabet continued, "and we began corresponding, finding others like us. Soon, we had almost thirty, and together, we all found out the many advantages of being a vampire. We collected the accounts, and wrote a book on it;" at the mention of this, he walked over to one of the many bookshelves. He scanned the shelves, finally pulling out a large tome bound in maroon dragon hide. Harry recognized it immediately of a Hungarian Horntail's skin, and brief memories flashed before his eyes.
Sabet walked back over, holding the tome to Harry; "You may read it," he said as Harry took it gingerly, faltering at its weight.
Harry set the tome in his lap, looking at he divine cover. It was indeed Hungarian hide, and a dragon had been carved in amongst the scales. Around the dragon, there was a raven, a snake, and a fox, an eagle, all intricately carved and artistically done. Harry marveled in it. Slowly, his eyes looked up, but he found that Sabet was once again at the windows, his onyx eyes scanning the outer world.
"It holds accounts of every vampire to date," Sabet explained, his tone distant and musing. His lips barely moved as he talked, Harry realized, which gave him the reason that it seemed Sabet was always humming even when he spoke.
"Every?" Harry asked, looking back at the book.
"Well," Sabet said, "Almost every," he paused; "Most of the vampires within there are dead."
Harry looked at Sabet again. His calm face was set in hidden anger, and veiled dislike; "Was it... the Ministry?" Harry asked slowly.
Sabet nodded; "Oh yes," he said, "Who else could conjure a potion that could burn the flesh of a vampire and literally compel the soul from the body through pain and mental torture?" he rounded on Harry, "That Ministry is nothing but death for a vampire who is found out;" he said lowly, "If you were to be found out, then even the Council could not hide you for long..."
"Why?" Harry asked; "Surely the ministry hasn't employed some evil monster—"
"They have, Harry, they have," Sabet said quietly, sighing as he again faced the windows; "After your grandfather escaped, in 1932, I believe, they hired a hybrid," he paused; "A wizincoma..." [A/N: pronounced why-zen-coma]
"A what?!"
"A wizincoma," Sabet replied; "A wizard-veela-vampire," he paused; "Only three in the world, and two are dead from old age. The third, the one the Ministry hired, is named Ellis Vander, an egotistical traitor," Sabet added with a whisper of undying hate and anger; "He found your grandfather after the Second World War, and that is when he was killed."
Harry was silent. Finally, he had to ask; "But then, how was my mother born?"
Sabet was silent then, thinking the answers over in his head. Harry watched him adamantly, impatiently waiting. Finally, Sabet sighed; "Your grandfather married after the first war, to a very kind witch named Marylyn. Together, they became bonded. Your grandfather used a powerful magic, and what he did allowed Marylyn to live the length as he would have. She did not die until the seventies, you know.
"But, when it came to children, they did not know how to come about it. Since female offspring could not become vampires, that was not of their worries. Marylyn's worry was that her husband would be hunted down and killed, while his was that his child would be harmed. In the end, though, Marylyn conceived. But after your grandfather was killed, she came to us, the Council, for aid," he paused as he looked at Harry; "She explained her fear for the unborn child, and we all decided to assist her," he paused; "by ways of powerful, ancient magic, we stalled the gestation period. Your mother Lily was not born until 1962, nearly twenty years after she was conceived. In that time, your grandmother stayed here, where we cared for her in her weakened state," again he paused, letting the silence linger in Harry's masked shock.
"It is a great deal to take in, I know," Sabet said at last; "I was here to watch your mother's birth, Harry, and her lineage came from her like waves. Though we knew she would not become a vampire, we did know that she would pass the blood through to her children, and even her children's children. She and her mother left, though, and we never heard from them after your grandmother's passing..."
Harry sat there, frozen with stark reality of just how massive the situation had been, and how lucky he was to be living, let alone be a vampire. He finally nodded, rising with the book under his arms; "Thank you," he managed; "That is what I wanted to know," he said quietly, looking at the ground. The news and family history had struck home, violently uplifting the plate that Harry had built to shield his heart. It was fast deteriorating.
Sabet nodded, walking over and placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him, and the older vampire smiled warmly; "Remember Harry," he said; "What you are is Fate, but your life is Destiny. Do not let Fatigue wear you down. Now," he said, hand leaving Harry's shoulder as he walked towards the window; "If you are weary, you may stay here the night. But if you are to return home, you may take the south winds. They will guide you back to Scotland."
Harry's eyes widened in annoyance and surprise; "You mean there was an easier way of getting here?!" he shouted.
Sabet looked at him and smirked; "Of course," he said.
"Then why did I have to take the long way?!"
"Well," Sabet said; "I did not know you would come. The way you took was a charmed path. If you had not been a vampire, the ravens would have attacked you. If you made it to the falls, they would drown you. And if you made it to the plateau, the rocks would have stoned you. And if you reached the cave by some miracle, the walls would have collapsed upon you;" he paused; "The fields would have healed you had you gotten that far, for even a lucky mortal deserved a grand reward," he paused; "Life is full of tests, getting here to my manor was merely a small one."
"Oh, and what would be a greater one?" Harry asked; his teenage defiance showing in his tone.
Sabet's smirk became a pleasant smile. He watched Harry, who was getting annoyed at how the vampire was suddenly acting like Albus Dumbledore, minus the secrecy, of course.
"Living, of course. That is the greatest test for such a vampire as you, Harry."
- - -
Draco paced in the study, engrossed in worry. Torn, scorched, and other wise destroyed fragments of the book lay about him, bare feet treading over the mess. Draco gnawed his bottom lip sore and red as he thought. It had been nine hours since Harry had departed, and Snape hadn't returned yet, either.
Draco could dismiss his godfather's absence, for he knew there was a Death Eaters meeting tonight. But Harry had been gone too long. Draco was paranoid as he thought of Harry being found and taken away, or possibly harmed. Though Draco knew Harry was more than capable of handling his own, that did not stop the fretting.
"I sound like a sodding girl," Draco muttered aloud, stopping and promptly sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs and arms. He pouted, for no apparent reason other than habit at not knowing everything. IT irked him to no end that he didn't know where Harry was. He was being overly protective, he knew, but he had taken the since of "boyfriend" to a new level entirely.
After ten minutes of brooding, Draco had not moved. He looked around the room, eyeing the mess he had created. He saw half of the book cover hanging from the ceiling lamp, the other on the desk, and the binding on the shelf of the bookcase. The pages were everywhere, some piles of dust from where he had lit them ablaze and destroyed the flames. Draco took pride in the mess for some reason, like some five year old child. He had destroyed the evil wretched book.
A slight grumble from his stomach caused Draco to look down, and he frowned. Standing, Draco trudged out of the study and into kitchen. He looked around at the cabinets, dreading at the fact he'd have to try to cook on his own. It was too late to travel to Hogsmead and get something, all of the stores and shops and pubs were closed. Draco walked over to the icebox, opening the door.
Harry was right, there was not much in there, and even less appetizing things. Draco realized most were ingredients for potion-making, not food. At this Draco chuckled. The thought the Harry had considered that these items could be cooked made him smile. Draco closed the door, leaning against it and sighing forlornly.
Harry was a good cook, and Draco was hungry. So where was Harry, and why wasn't he eating by now? Draco glowered, looking at the small clock on the wall. It was three in the morning.
"Stupid Potter," Draco seethed as he left the kitchen and took the stairs; "Not being around to cook when I'm hungry... why did he have to go off and leave me... it's his fault," he said as he walked into his room, plopping down on the bed and taking a textbook. He had homework to finish up, all the while falsely blaming Harry for everything that was initially Draco's doing. He was just acting like a spoiled prat, as always.
Draco worked in silence fo almost an hour before he detected, or rather felt, the familiar presence come to the house. Jumping from his bed, he rushed to the hall and to the balcony, just in time to see Harry jumping from the railing. Draco tackled him, sending both to the ground. Harry had the wind knocked from him, and he let out a groan as his head hit the cement.
"Where have you been?!" Draco asked, eyeing Harry critically as he sat on the other vampire; "I was worried sick! And I'm starving!"
"Well, get off me!" Harry said roughly, pushing Draco off.
Draco landed on his butt ungracefully, frowning; "And don't frown, Draco, I'm a little worked, okay?" Harry said as he rose. But he helped Draco up as well. Harry studied him, his gaze softening; "Sorry," he said, sighing as he looked away; "I just... it's been a long night..."
Draco nodded slightly, and then he saw the book Harry had cradled under his arm. The blonde vampire held his breath; "What?" Harry asked.
"It's the Book of Ages!" Draco exclaimed; "Harry, did Sabet give it to you? Did he? Oh my gods, that's amazing, you actually have it!"
Harry eyed Draco, confused; "Calm down!" he said, "Just breathe, Draco! What's so important about this book, anyway?"
"Only that it has accounts of nearly every Vampire, including those who initially founded the council!" Draco replied; "Harry, that book is priceless! You hold in your hands the most valuable item to any vampire!" he added in a hushed voice; "Sabet must have wanted you to read it if he gave it to you willingly."
Harry looked at the book, and sighed; "I'm not up to reading it," he said finally, looking at Draco; "I'm kind of worn out."
Draco nodded, taking the book and carrying it inside. Harry followed, watching as Draco walked into his, Harry's, room. Harry went in as well, seeing Draco set the book down on the desk and then sit himself down on the bed. He watched Harry.
"So, what did Sabet tell you?" he asked, crossing his legs; "That is, if you're up to telling me."
"Sure, you're bound to find out anyway;" Harry said, smiling slightly with a chuckle. As he took his cloak off and changed into more comfortable attire he retold his encounter, and by the time he had finished the sun was near rising and he was sitting the bed as well, Draco taking in every word.
"And then I flew back here," Harry finished; "I'm still pissed that there was an easier way to get to that house..." he muttered, leaning back against the pillows.
Draco crawled over; "Hmm, I'm sure," he said quietly, resting beside Harry. He wrapped and arm around the dark haired youth, who in turn rolled onto his side to get a better view of the blonde. Draco's index finger ghosted down Harry's jaw, and the vampire closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. Draco smiled slightly, moving closer to Draco. Harry wrapped his arms around him tightly, and Draco nestled his face in the crook of Harry's shoulder.
"Mmm you're very clingy, you know that?" Harry murmured, smirking and chuckling quietly.
Draco nodded, closing his eyes and trying to get closer to Harry.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a few minutes.
"About what?" came Harry's tired reply.
"For blaming you..."
"What?"
"When you were gone, I got mad and started blaming you for stupid shit... I'm sorry..."
"Whatever, Draco, just go to sleep..."
"...Okay..."
- - -
Snape grumbled as he Aparated to his home, after returning from the Death Eater meeting. He walked into his house through the side door, walking through the kitchen and into the hallway. He began for the stairs, but froze. He slowly turned and saw the Study.
"Draco..."
---
A/N: Oh, I ended it in Fluff again. Oh well, Harry needed a hug.
Anyway, sorry, but here ya go. Short, but there ya go. I had to get it out. Oh, something happened. The old beach tree I've been using to hang all of my flaming reviews in has subsequently burned to the ground, so I need to find a new one.
Also, Harry still has to repay Draco =ahem pun in that cough intimate scene cough= I need ideas on how he will. Anyone have any suggestions? I very optimistic! Remember, has to be R or under. Sorry, no NC-17.
Sorry, happy thoughts!
Anyway, I think people are obsessing over my story. Oh no, that cannot be healthy. Okay, here is the next interlude to my creation, but promise me all that you will live your lives and you will be patient with me.
I do have a life, you know, a very interesting one. Living in Tennessee is a life full of hilarity and ironic stupidity.
Disclaimer: Nothing mine
[Author's notes]
12......
"Well, come over here and we'll discuss this by the fire," Sabet said kindly, walking over and sitting down in an armchair on the right of the fireplace. Harry took the one to the left, facing the older vampire, and the questions began.
"Tell me about us," Harry said quietly, eyes darting around the room as he sat still in the chair.
Sabet's thin lips curled into a kind smile; "Of course," he said, rising; "You, Harry, are one of the gifted few to receive such a gift. Yes, having to feed off of another human is the only downside, but trust me, being a vampire is nothing less than profitable;" he paused, walking back over to the globe; "But by the tone of your voice, you are wondering about the structure of the Council, and how we... operate?" he looked over at Harry, while at the same time holding his hand over the globe. It began to glow, and thus began rotating. Harry watched it, occasionally glancing at the Elder. He nodded.
Sabet nodded once; "The Council is simply structured on an independent government. A democracy, if you will. We have set guidelines for other vampires to follow and abide by, so that there will not be conflict. We cannot have more dying," he mused quietly, eyes fixed on the globe with a hazy gaze. There was a pause, one which brought tension from Harry. But Sabet spoke after a moment of pondering; "You're Grandfather was a good friend of mine, you know," he said quietly, walking away from the globe and to the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, giving one a clear view of the mountains and lands of France. "He helped set the foundation for our structured society of today. He was quite the wizard, Harry, I can say I see him in you more than either your farther, or mother," he turned and looked at Harry, hands held behind his back; "He had dreams, visions, of what could be," he mused, looking out of the window.
"Tell me about him," Harry said quietly, "And what he did."
Sabet nodded, sighing; "Your father answered his calling at the age of seventeen, about the time of the First World War of the non-magical," Harry blinked at the term for Muggles. He had very rarely heard it, but he couldn't say it was a bad one; "I quickly met him," Sabet continued, "and we began corresponding, finding others like us. Soon, we had almost thirty, and together, we all found out the many advantages of being a vampire. We collected the accounts, and wrote a book on it;" at the mention of this, he walked over to one of the many bookshelves. He scanned the shelves, finally pulling out a large tome bound in maroon dragon hide. Harry recognized it immediately of a Hungarian Horntail's skin, and brief memories flashed before his eyes.
Sabet walked back over, holding the tome to Harry; "You may read it," he said as Harry took it gingerly, faltering at its weight.
Harry set the tome in his lap, looking at he divine cover. It was indeed Hungarian hide, and a dragon had been carved in amongst the scales. Around the dragon, there was a raven, a snake, and a fox, an eagle, all intricately carved and artistically done. Harry marveled in it. Slowly, his eyes looked up, but he found that Sabet was once again at the windows, his onyx eyes scanning the outer world.
"It holds accounts of every vampire to date," Sabet explained, his tone distant and musing. His lips barely moved as he talked, Harry realized, which gave him the reason that it seemed Sabet was always humming even when he spoke.
"Every?" Harry asked, looking back at the book.
"Well," Sabet said, "Almost every," he paused; "Most of the vampires within there are dead."
Harry looked at Sabet again. His calm face was set in hidden anger, and veiled dislike; "Was it... the Ministry?" Harry asked slowly.
Sabet nodded; "Oh yes," he said, "Who else could conjure a potion that could burn the flesh of a vampire and literally compel the soul from the body through pain and mental torture?" he rounded on Harry, "That Ministry is nothing but death for a vampire who is found out;" he said lowly, "If you were to be found out, then even the Council could not hide you for long..."
"Why?" Harry asked; "Surely the ministry hasn't employed some evil monster—"
"They have, Harry, they have," Sabet said quietly, sighing as he again faced the windows; "After your grandfather escaped, in 1932, I believe, they hired a hybrid," he paused; "A wizincoma..." [A/N: pronounced why-zen-coma]
"A what?!"
"A wizincoma," Sabet replied; "A wizard-veela-vampire," he paused; "Only three in the world, and two are dead from old age. The third, the one the Ministry hired, is named Ellis Vander, an egotistical traitor," Sabet added with a whisper of undying hate and anger; "He found your grandfather after the Second World War, and that is when he was killed."
Harry was silent. Finally, he had to ask; "But then, how was my mother born?"
Sabet was silent then, thinking the answers over in his head. Harry watched him adamantly, impatiently waiting. Finally, Sabet sighed; "Your grandfather married after the first war, to a very kind witch named Marylyn. Together, they became bonded. Your grandfather used a powerful magic, and what he did allowed Marylyn to live the length as he would have. She did not die until the seventies, you know.
"But, when it came to children, they did not know how to come about it. Since female offspring could not become vampires, that was not of their worries. Marylyn's worry was that her husband would be hunted down and killed, while his was that his child would be harmed. In the end, though, Marylyn conceived. But after your grandfather was killed, she came to us, the Council, for aid," he paused as he looked at Harry; "She explained her fear for the unborn child, and we all decided to assist her," he paused; "by ways of powerful, ancient magic, we stalled the gestation period. Your mother Lily was not born until 1962, nearly twenty years after she was conceived. In that time, your grandmother stayed here, where we cared for her in her weakened state," again he paused, letting the silence linger in Harry's masked shock.
"It is a great deal to take in, I know," Sabet said at last; "I was here to watch your mother's birth, Harry, and her lineage came from her like waves. Though we knew she would not become a vampire, we did know that she would pass the blood through to her children, and even her children's children. She and her mother left, though, and we never heard from them after your grandmother's passing..."
Harry sat there, frozen with stark reality of just how massive the situation had been, and how lucky he was to be living, let alone be a vampire. He finally nodded, rising with the book under his arms; "Thank you," he managed; "That is what I wanted to know," he said quietly, looking at the ground. The news and family history had struck home, violently uplifting the plate that Harry had built to shield his heart. It was fast deteriorating.
Sabet nodded, walking over and placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him, and the older vampire smiled warmly; "Remember Harry," he said; "What you are is Fate, but your life is Destiny. Do not let Fatigue wear you down. Now," he said, hand leaving Harry's shoulder as he walked towards the window; "If you are weary, you may stay here the night. But if you are to return home, you may take the south winds. They will guide you back to Scotland."
Harry's eyes widened in annoyance and surprise; "You mean there was an easier way of getting here?!" he shouted.
Sabet looked at him and smirked; "Of course," he said.
"Then why did I have to take the long way?!"
"Well," Sabet said; "I did not know you would come. The way you took was a charmed path. If you had not been a vampire, the ravens would have attacked you. If you made it to the falls, they would drown you. And if you made it to the plateau, the rocks would have stoned you. And if you reached the cave by some miracle, the walls would have collapsed upon you;" he paused; "The fields would have healed you had you gotten that far, for even a lucky mortal deserved a grand reward," he paused; "Life is full of tests, getting here to my manor was merely a small one."
"Oh, and what would be a greater one?" Harry asked; his teenage defiance showing in his tone.
Sabet's smirk became a pleasant smile. He watched Harry, who was getting annoyed at how the vampire was suddenly acting like Albus Dumbledore, minus the secrecy, of course.
"Living, of course. That is the greatest test for such a vampire as you, Harry."
- - -
Draco paced in the study, engrossed in worry. Torn, scorched, and other wise destroyed fragments of the book lay about him, bare feet treading over the mess. Draco gnawed his bottom lip sore and red as he thought. It had been nine hours since Harry had departed, and Snape hadn't returned yet, either.
Draco could dismiss his godfather's absence, for he knew there was a Death Eaters meeting tonight. But Harry had been gone too long. Draco was paranoid as he thought of Harry being found and taken away, or possibly harmed. Though Draco knew Harry was more than capable of handling his own, that did not stop the fretting.
"I sound like a sodding girl," Draco muttered aloud, stopping and promptly sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs and arms. He pouted, for no apparent reason other than habit at not knowing everything. IT irked him to no end that he didn't know where Harry was. He was being overly protective, he knew, but he had taken the since of "boyfriend" to a new level entirely.
After ten minutes of brooding, Draco had not moved. He looked around the room, eyeing the mess he had created. He saw half of the book cover hanging from the ceiling lamp, the other on the desk, and the binding on the shelf of the bookcase. The pages were everywhere, some piles of dust from where he had lit them ablaze and destroyed the flames. Draco took pride in the mess for some reason, like some five year old child. He had destroyed the evil wretched book.
A slight grumble from his stomach caused Draco to look down, and he frowned. Standing, Draco trudged out of the study and into kitchen. He looked around at the cabinets, dreading at the fact he'd have to try to cook on his own. It was too late to travel to Hogsmead and get something, all of the stores and shops and pubs were closed. Draco walked over to the icebox, opening the door.
Harry was right, there was not much in there, and even less appetizing things. Draco realized most were ingredients for potion-making, not food. At this Draco chuckled. The thought the Harry had considered that these items could be cooked made him smile. Draco closed the door, leaning against it and sighing forlornly.
Harry was a good cook, and Draco was hungry. So where was Harry, and why wasn't he eating by now? Draco glowered, looking at the small clock on the wall. It was three in the morning.
"Stupid Potter," Draco seethed as he left the kitchen and took the stairs; "Not being around to cook when I'm hungry... why did he have to go off and leave me... it's his fault," he said as he walked into his room, plopping down on the bed and taking a textbook. He had homework to finish up, all the while falsely blaming Harry for everything that was initially Draco's doing. He was just acting like a spoiled prat, as always.
Draco worked in silence fo almost an hour before he detected, or rather felt, the familiar presence come to the house. Jumping from his bed, he rushed to the hall and to the balcony, just in time to see Harry jumping from the railing. Draco tackled him, sending both to the ground. Harry had the wind knocked from him, and he let out a groan as his head hit the cement.
"Where have you been?!" Draco asked, eyeing Harry critically as he sat on the other vampire; "I was worried sick! And I'm starving!"
"Well, get off me!" Harry said roughly, pushing Draco off.
Draco landed on his butt ungracefully, frowning; "And don't frown, Draco, I'm a little worked, okay?" Harry said as he rose. But he helped Draco up as well. Harry studied him, his gaze softening; "Sorry," he said, sighing as he looked away; "I just... it's been a long night..."
Draco nodded slightly, and then he saw the book Harry had cradled under his arm. The blonde vampire held his breath; "What?" Harry asked.
"It's the Book of Ages!" Draco exclaimed; "Harry, did Sabet give it to you? Did he? Oh my gods, that's amazing, you actually have it!"
Harry eyed Draco, confused; "Calm down!" he said, "Just breathe, Draco! What's so important about this book, anyway?"
"Only that it has accounts of nearly every Vampire, including those who initially founded the council!" Draco replied; "Harry, that book is priceless! You hold in your hands the most valuable item to any vampire!" he added in a hushed voice; "Sabet must have wanted you to read it if he gave it to you willingly."
Harry looked at the book, and sighed; "I'm not up to reading it," he said finally, looking at Draco; "I'm kind of worn out."
Draco nodded, taking the book and carrying it inside. Harry followed, watching as Draco walked into his, Harry's, room. Harry went in as well, seeing Draco set the book down on the desk and then sit himself down on the bed. He watched Harry.
"So, what did Sabet tell you?" he asked, crossing his legs; "That is, if you're up to telling me."
"Sure, you're bound to find out anyway;" Harry said, smiling slightly with a chuckle. As he took his cloak off and changed into more comfortable attire he retold his encounter, and by the time he had finished the sun was near rising and he was sitting the bed as well, Draco taking in every word.
"And then I flew back here," Harry finished; "I'm still pissed that there was an easier way to get to that house..." he muttered, leaning back against the pillows.
Draco crawled over; "Hmm, I'm sure," he said quietly, resting beside Harry. He wrapped and arm around the dark haired youth, who in turn rolled onto his side to get a better view of the blonde. Draco's index finger ghosted down Harry's jaw, and the vampire closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. Draco smiled slightly, moving closer to Draco. Harry wrapped his arms around him tightly, and Draco nestled his face in the crook of Harry's shoulder.
"Mmm you're very clingy, you know that?" Harry murmured, smirking and chuckling quietly.
Draco nodded, closing his eyes and trying to get closer to Harry.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a few minutes.
"About what?" came Harry's tired reply.
"For blaming you..."
"What?"
"When you were gone, I got mad and started blaming you for stupid shit... I'm sorry..."
"Whatever, Draco, just go to sleep..."
"...Okay..."
- - -
Snape grumbled as he Aparated to his home, after returning from the Death Eater meeting. He walked into his house through the side door, walking through the kitchen and into the hallway. He began for the stairs, but froze. He slowly turned and saw the Study.
"Draco..."
---
A/N: Oh, I ended it in Fluff again. Oh well, Harry needed a hug.
Anyway, sorry, but here ya go. Short, but there ya go. I had to get it out. Oh, something happened. The old beach tree I've been using to hang all of my flaming reviews in has subsequently burned to the ground, so I need to find a new one.
Also, Harry still has to repay Draco =ahem pun in that cough intimate scene cough= I need ideas on how he will. Anyone have any suggestions? I very optimistic! Remember, has to be R or under. Sorry, no NC-17.