Well, I wrote this at 1 am last night and I have no one willing to grammar check it, so sorry for any mistakes. :) This one is more focused on character instead of atmosphere like the last chapter… and I kinda started a plot incase anyone wants me to continue this.

Disclaimer: I disclaim. No monetary gains are being made here. For some reason, I do this for fun.

Destroy Me

Chapter 2 – Alone

Draco Malfoy woke up on the fifth of June with a feeling of great trepidation. His stomach was twisted in a knot of nervous tension and his breathing was heaving and irregular. His head was pounding and the light that was coming through the window was excruciatingly painful.

He couldn't breathe.

He tried but all that came out was rasping sounds. He turned to his side and wrapped his arms around himself. He was falling to pieces. His mind was unraveling like wet spaghetti and he felt so goddamn alone.

The moment passed and he lay on his side, trying to regulate his breathing. His heart was pounding like mad, like a trapped thing trying to get out of his chest. He was surprised that he didn't wake the whole hotel with the racket. The white cotton sheets were wrapped around him like a cocoon of protection and the curtains were softly moving in the morning breeze.

Everything was too fucking white! Draco thought furiously. He dragged himself out of bed and staggered to the window. He pulled it closed and shut the curtains on the early morning sunshine. He quickly sat back down on the side of the bed and let himself relax in the now appropriately darker room. His breathing was again irregular because of the exertion of walking to the window, but he let himself regain his composure and waited for his aching heart to stop doing cartwheels in his chest.

This has happened on and off since he was a child. He remembered being 12 the first time it happened and crying silently because of the brightness of the lights then. He remembered his father coming in and soothing him. Lucius would hold him against his chest and murmur calming words until he relaxed. Draco thanked the Gods in was the summer when this happened, he would have never lived it down if he cried in front of his housemates at school.

After that, he was prepared. But truly, nothing could prepare him for the feeling that these 'episodes' gave him. He felt totally alone. He was in a desert, with nothing to soothe his throat and no one to see, just the sand rising up in hills around him for eternity. He was alone.

By the time he reached the tender age of 20, he was angry. Angry because these stupid feelings and episodes still hurt him, still plagued him like feral dogs biting at his feet. Draco heaved a sigh and got up. He no longer cried, he no longer felt sorry for himself, this was just something that happened, he wouldn't let it get him down, even if it hurt. Anger fueled him instead of slowing him down.

He walked to the tiny bathroom that joined his hotel room. A shower stood in one corner and a sink and toilet against the wall. It was barely adequate, but manageable. Draco turned on the shower and let it run hot while he stripped and prepared a towel by the sink. He got in and smiled at the near-burning sensation of the water covering him and washing away the feelings that the morning brought with them.

For a while he stood there, just letting himself bask in the warm steamy feeling of the water, but after a while, he started to actually clean himself. He put one hand up against the grimy glass of the shower door and traced the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRACO through the layers of soap scum. He smiled. He was 20 years old. He closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, a habit that he developed over the past few months. This small and subconscious gesture brought with it a strong and very real memory.

He stopped smiling. He felt fangs on his neck. He felt the kiss. Barely a kiss, more a flicking of tongue. He saw green eyes watching him curiously and felt the rain down his back.

Draco gasped and opened his eyes. That was seven months ago, he told himself. Seven months and he couldn't get that feeling out of his head. He felt his cheeks go red, something that very rarely happened, and his blood rushing to all sorts of inappropriate places.

Draco growled and slammed his hand on the hot water handle. The water turned icy cold and he leaned his head against the dirty wall of the shower. A single tear of frustration tried to escape, but Draco turned his head back up and pinched the bridge of his nose. No, he thought angrily, not again.

Draco got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. The steam from the originally hot water fogged up the mirror and Draco only saw the fuzzy outlines of his face. He wiped the little beads of water off the mirror and was faced with his angry reflection. His near-white hair was slicked back with water and his pale eyes fumed.

He washed his face and brushed his teeth and then looked around for anything he might have forgotten. That's when he noticed the happy birthday he had traced on the shower wall. Right under it were the letters HARRY. He didn't even remember doing that.

Draco's eyes lowered and he stalked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Draco spent the day as he usually did, in the Ministry of Education Library, looking up everything and anything to do with Veela's. This is what he'd been doing for the past two weeks. The reason he was away from home and living in a hotel.

By now, Draco's information on the subject of Veela's had increased tenfold. He wasn't interested in the pureblood Veela that was most commonly referred to in texts, but the later generation Veela's that were mixed blood.

His father was part Veela. His mother was pureblood Veela but he had to be hid from his French family because he was illegitimate, something that he didn't normally share with people. Veela blood still made him pureblood wizard, with a few perks.

Like being able to manipulate and seduce people. Like having stronger receptors, having a keener eye for people's auras and a heck of a lot more power than usual. For Lucius it was all withheld though. When he was a child, his Veela mother took him to see a witch doctor in France and he bound baby Lucius's powers within himself. He didn't really mind. With power comes the necessity to learn how to use it and he felt like he was better off without that.

Draco, however, had Veela blood. And he was never bound by a witch doctor. So he had episodes since the age of 12, and constantly felt like there was something missing in his life. Finally he had the time to figure out this weird side of him.

Generations of Veela blood can become too distilled, and their powers become subdued. Some later generation mixed Veela children lose all but the power to seduce after several years. But those with a stronger Veela presence show remarkable skill with these powers. Even without maturing, children have an intuitive way of using these powers. At a young age, these children have strong and violent episodes of panic and pain that last for several minutes. These episodes stop after the Veela has come of maturity. This usually involves strong emotional feelings or a drastic change of lifestyle. Coming of maturity can sometimes happen quite early, the age of 14 was once reported, and sometimes doesn't happen at all. The violent episodes can be restricted by certain medications, but this does not always work…

Draco had read this passage over and over for the past week. It made sense, but it didn't make it easier for Draco to live with himself.

"Coming of maturity… what crap." he muttered to himself. He could use some of his powers, but they didn't help him unless he was in a very intimate setting.

Draco sighed and shut the book. There was nothing else to read. He had found every book on Veela's in the library. Time to go back to the Hotel.

Harry heard the keys jingle in the lock and the squeak of the door as it opened. He heard the rustle of bags as Draco walked into his hotel room and laid them on the counter in the tiny kitchen. Harry closed his eyes and heard Draco's quiet intake of breath and heard the sound of Draco's hand rubbing his neck.

Draco still hasn't noticed the vampire sitting on the made bed. This wasn't really that hard to believe, since the bed was on the side of the door and you couldn't see it until you closed the door, and it was also in part because Harry sat so still you wouldn't believe he was there until you touched him.

Finally Harry sat up and tilted his head to look at Draco's form by the kitchen counter. The beautiful boy's eyes were closed and he was absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck. Harry smiled; he was just as he had remembered him. Slim and pale, almost painfully beautiful. In a way, he was almost pretty, he had very effeminate features that gave him a soft look.

Draco opened his eyes and noticed the vampire sitting on his bed. The blonde boy's eyes hardened but he didn't step back. Harry took this as a good sign.

"Draco," Harry said softly.

Draco opened his mouth and crinkled his brow, as if looking for the right words. Finally he set on, "I hate you."

Harry simply grinned. "Yes, that's probably true."

Draco blinked a few times and set about taking the groceries out of the bags he carried in. He was ignoring Harry, probably hoping that he would leave if Draco didn't say anything.

Harry noticed that throughout this process, Draco never turned his back to him. He didn't make eye contact but Harry knew that he was very aware of him.

Finally, Harry got up and walked to the blonde. Draco sidestepped him to put a bottle of juice into the humming fridge. He went back to the bags and got out a carton of eggs, but this time Harry stood firmly in front of him and when Draco tried to step past, Harry moved as well. They stepped to the side several times, before Harry simply took the eggs and turned around to put them in the fridge himself. Draco sighed and decided that ignoring Harry wasn't working.

"Are you here to humiliate me again?" Draco asked abruptly.

"No." came a muffled reply from behind the fridge door.

Draco folded his arms and exhaled. "Are you here to hurt me?" he asked quietly.

"No." came the casual reply.

"Potter…"

"Harry."

"Don't tell me to call you by your first name, you cornered me in an alleyway and sucked my blood. We are the farthest thing from friends there can be."

Harry straightened up and looked over at Draco. Strangely, there was no anger or tension in Draco's words, just a cold indifference.

"I did not corner you. You came to me. And I'm sorry for what I did to you. It truly wasn't my intension." Harry said.

"You bit me!" Draco hissed furiously.

"You tried to blackmail me." Harry replied.

"You bit me!" Draco repeated.

Harry shrugged. "You tasted good."

Draco stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth partly opened and just started at Harry.

"You. Bit. Me." Draco enunciated every word carefully.

"Draco…" Harry breathed the word. "You have no idea how sorry I am. I hadn't fed all day and you… You are so goddamn beautiful. I couldn't stop, I was as intoxicated as you were."

Harry sighed. The downside to his special gift of bewitching his victims was that it affected him too. Damn double-edged sword.

Draco walked up to Harry, their faces an inch apart, Draco's still crossed arms pushing into Harry's chest, and kissed him.

It was a brush of lips. Just the softest touches. Draco smiled as Harry sharply inhaled. His eyes fluttered shut and he stood there, in front of Draco, just breathing him in.

Draco stepped past him and walked to the bed.

"Do you have any idea how much I want to hurt you?" Draco asked conversationally.

Harry said nothing.

"Do you know how many fantasies I've entertained with in which I do to you what you did to me?"

Harry finally turned and walked over to Draco. "I love you." He said softly.

Draco laughed. He knew this was going to happen. I always happens.

"No you don't." Draco replied sadly. "You think you love me because my blood sings to you. My Veela blood."

Harry started. This was new.

Then Draco pulled Harry around and pushed him onto the bed. Harry hadn't even realized what happened before 145 pounds of blonde was straddling him. Harry's mind still hadn't caught up when Draco kissed him, this time more forcefully. The kiss pushed the two bodies down on the bed, Draco on top. Harry's lips opened in surprise, and Draco used his as his entry into Harry's mouth.

Harry was motionless. He could have easily pulled the blonde off him, but there was some other driving force holding him to the bed. He had no desire to move. His will was not his own anymore.

"mnhm…" Harry moaned into Draco's mouth. Draco finally stopped and lifted his head enough to see his handiwork. What a pleasant turnaround, he thought. Look who was pinned now? Pinned and quivering like a butterfly. Harry's eyes fluttered again and he made the most beautiful noise with his throat. He rolled his head back and arched his back into Draco.

"Draco…" he whispered.

"Yes, Harry?" Draco said, lowering his mouth to Harry's jaw line, leaving little kisses leading to his ear.

"What have you done to me?" Harry gasped.

Draco chuckled into Harry's ear. It was a very evil laugh. Harry practically purred with delight at the feeling of Draco's tongue licking his ear.

While Draco's mouth was preoccupied with making Harry sigh with arousal, his hands were unbuttoning the black shirt. He made sure not to touch Harry. When he was done, he broke away from Harry's ear and sat up again.

Harry instantly felt the loss of the warm body on top of him and he mewed with impatience.

"Don't stop," he said in between breaths.

Draco smiled and ran his fingers down Harry's chest. Harry mewed again and arched his back into Draco's touch. Draco knew exactly what he was doing. Veela powers may have him in excruciating agony in the mornings, but they came in handy here. He had pushed the Veela magic that normally lay dormant into Harry, making him completely powerless to resist him, and he also intensified Harry's pleasure receptors, making the lightest touch burn right down to his soul.

Harry's mind was filled with one thought. Need.

He needed Draco to keep touching him. "Please, Draco, please." Harry begged.

Draco's hands curled into claws and he ran them swiftly down Harry's chest, leaving angry red marks behind. Harry screamed, "Oh, god, yes!"

Hmmm, so he likes pain, Draco thought carefully. This could get interesting.

"Do you want me to hurt you Harry?" Draco whispered into Harry's ear.

"Yes." Harry breathed. Draco chuckled again.

"Are you mine Harry?" Draco hissed.

"Yes."

"Say it, Harry." Draco demanded.

Harry was panting, "I'm… yours, all… yours." He whispered.

Draco leaned down to Harry's nipple. First licking, then lightly tugging and then biting. Harry saw white. His hands were working the sheets into a mess and his head rolled back, his breathing was coming out in short little mews, and he was painfully hard.

Draco pulled back and watched. This was exactly what he wanted.

"Draco, please, don't stop." Harry breathed.

"No." Draco relied simply.

"Please." Harry begged, arching his back.

Draco put both his arms on either side of Harry's head and forcefully said, "No."

A tear ran out of Harry's eye. "Please don't leave me like this…" Harry said quietly.

Draco sighed. Damn, but the boy was pretty. And he absolutely loved the way he shook under him. He wouldn't leave him. He told him that he hated him, but there was something there. No one ever took advantage of him like Harry had. It almost felt… good. Draco had never spent hours repeating the memory of one kiss. Harry had undone him without even touching him. No, he definitely wouldn't leave him, he damn well wouldn't let go of him.

"I wont leave you. But I wont finish either." Draco told him.

Harry sighed and shook more violently. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and pulled him close. For a second, Draco remembered that the pretty boy had pretty fangs, so he tilted his head in a way so Harry couldn't sink in and wrapped his own arms around Harry, leaning his head on Harry's still shaking shoulder.

They stayed that way for a while, until Draco's blazing hard-on disappeared, and Harry's breathing evened out.

Finally, Draco lifted his head and looked down at Harry. He noticed the eight red trails his fingernails left on Harry's skin, and smirked.

"You're marked," he said, satisfied with himself. "You're mine."

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco. "I'm yours." He confirmed.

Draco lay down next to Harry. Harry turned and wrapped himself around the blonde, tucking his head into Draco's shoulder. "I'm yours." He repeated softly.

They drifted into sleep, and for once, Draco didn't feel alone.

AN: I wanted to keep any explicit sex out of the story because I think it's not all that necessary. I think that a physical connection was needed between the two, but I still am not that sure about rules about fics with sex in them. I don't want to step on any toes, and I kind of like it like this. Lol, even though there's the whole masochist Harry thing now.

I'm considering continuing this fic if anyone is interested. I even thought of a good plot. It'll be short, but good for me, because I need something to break me out of my fic block.

Review if you like (or don't like) and tell me if you'd like an actual story. :)