WARNING: there is plot beyond this point. If you are expecting PWP or just fluff, you should refrain from going beyond this point. The twoshot is over, the story begins…

The usual disclaimer: I don't claim. And this applies to the whole story.

Still unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine.

Destroy Me

Chapter 3 Angry Eggs

Draco woke to the delicious smell of eggs the next morning. While he was still lazily drifting between dreams and reality, he took in the nice small. Somehow, he subconsciously knew that when he woke up and realized why it smelled this way, he would not be as happy. He didn't move, didn't even open his eyes, and just lay there for a minute and tried to remember what happened the day before.

When it came back to him, Draco's eyes flew open and he lay very still.

Was he still here? Draco thought anxiously. Obviously, who else would be cooking in his hotel room? Draco contemplated all exit routes from his hotel room and considered whether avoiding Harry was worth jumping out of a three-story window. He bit his lip and decided to face the music.

Yawning and rolling around in the bed, he faced the kitchen counter to see a dark-haired boy at his stove, making eggs. A jug of juice was already on the counter, and a fruit platter was adorning the little placemat that was in the middle of the counter. Draco got up and walked over.

Harry's head was down, and Draco couldn't see his expression. He decided that he probably didn't want to. He really embarrassed the boy last night. He knew it. But, honestly, he deserved it! Draco thought furiously.

Draco sat down on one of the long bar stools that were at the table and placed his hands in his lap, watching Harry intently.

Harry clicked off the stove and slid the eggs off the skillet onto a plate. Finally he looked up at Draco.

If looks could kill… Draco would be ash on the wind. The look in Harry's eyes was nearly enough to make Draco regret getting his revenge. Harry's usually full lips were thin in an angry line; his eyes were blazing with sparks of red. The vampire almost looked… dangerous.

Harry slammed the plate in front of Draco, who jumped at the force of it. Finally, Draco couldn't take it anymore, he looked away. The plate had a thin crack down the middle.

"Did you poison the eggs?" he asked, jokingly.

"They don't sell poison at the market." Harry replied, with a totally straight face.

Draco sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did to you."

"Sorry?" Harry whispered.

"Yeah. I know I'm not supposed to use my powers to hurt people and all, but, come on, you bit me."

Harry's eyes lowered to slits.

"You completely humiliated me when you bit me." Draco kept going, "I've been looking for you for the past seven months. I've been looking for revenge."

"You were looking for revenge? It was your fucking Veela blood that made me bite you. I've only been a vampire for two years; I knew I couldn't restrain myself all the time, that's why I stayed away from people. Why do you think I started hanging out with Death Eaters? Because they can protect themselves. Because I didn't trust myself! Damn, I couldn't have stop myself from Veela blood…" Harry ranted.

"Look… you hurt me, I hurt you. We're square now. Let's just forget everything that was said and done last night and before, OK?" Draco pleaded.

"No, not OK."

Draco sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

Harry opened his mouth, but shut it furiously when he realized he had nothing to say. Instead, he took a piece of banana from the fruit plate and chewed it silently.

"I thought vampires couldn't eat food." Draco said quietly, looking for something to say.

"Not all of them, but some of us do. It's useful to restrain the bloodlust. It helps me not to bite and kill you right now." Harry said calmly.

"Good to know." Draco's eyes widened.

Harry sighed. "Fine. Lets forget it and just… move on."

"Good."

"If you ever mention to anyone that I said 'I love you' to you, I will hunt you down and feed you to vicious animals."

"Deal."

"Or when I said that I'm yours."

Draco went red. He didn't know where that came from when he said it.

"Yeah," he said, blushing slightly.

Harry exhaled through his teeth and walked around the kitchen. This didn't take him long, because it was so small, so he started to fidget with the dishtowel, wringing it over and over again in his hands. He was looking for something to do. This morning when he woke up, he started to cook, because it was a better alternative to waking up Draco and bludgeoning him to death. Now he was having those urges again.

"Veela blood…" he murmured. If only he knew before.

"Yeah. My dad's side. It's never been so strong before." Draco said thoughtfully.

Harry just shook his head. "I need to leave," he said. I need to feed.

"OK."

Harry walked to the door and grabbed his coat from the hanger.

"I'd say see you later, but I really hope I don't." Harry said to the blonde.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.

Harry turned one last time to look at him. He really was remarkably beautiful. A beautiful asshole, Harry thought viciously. He walked out of room, hoping to never have to go back again, and slammed the door for good measure.

Draco watched the door and rolled his eyes at the childlike behavior. It was justified though, he thought.

He pulled the plate of eggs towards him and grabbed a fork. At least he was getting a nutritious breakfast for once.

Draco pondered what he would do next. Probably back to the manor for a while. He had gotten what he was searching for in the past seven months; he had no more purpose here. And he got a good bit of self-research done too. Maybe it was time to go on a trip to France with his father. Or maybe look up him friend Blaise and ask him to go somewhere with him. He got what he wanted, his nightmares were no longer a problem anymore, and he could get on with life. Life without Potter.

But, damn, they were good eggs.

OoO

Harry stalked out of the hotel, carefully avoiding the rays of sunlight that shone through the grimy windows. He went out the back way, through the hotel kitchen into the shaded alley in the back. A teenage boy was leaning against the wall by the mouth of the alley. Harry walked over to him.

5'6'', good looking, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. He was skinny, but looked like he could hold his own. The typical bite junkie.

"Hey." Harry called to the guy. "What are you doing here? Dark alley… you could get hurt."

"I'm lookin' to get hurt." The boy replied with a slight Irish accent.

"Perfect," Harry said, smiling and showing pointy incisors. It was so easy being a vampire in London. Everyone was hooked on the new drug. The Vampires' Kiss.

Harry quickly got it over with, giving the boy a mild dose of his enchanting magic to take away the pain and replace it with pleasure, and was on his way after making sure the boy hadn't lost too much blood. He had gotten very good at telling by now. Small amounts over time made it better than too much but spaced out.

The Lady teaches well, Harry mused, chuckling. The Lady was his mentor, helping him with any and all questions related to vampires. Maybe now was a good time to go find her. He needed to get out of this forsaken place and find something to do to take his mind off what Draco just did to him.

How humiliating, Harry raged. He shook his head side to side to regain his self-control. It was especially hard that morning, when he woke up next to the boy.

He needed to find the Lady, and finding her was always a tricky business. For that, he would have to stay in town for a few days.

Harry walked down the alley for a bit and finally found what he was looking for. It was the drainpipe for the sewer system. He hooked his fingers through the grate and pushed a button he knew was there. This activated that bolts that held the drainpipe in place and it shifted so Harry could jump through. Above him, the drainpipe automatically closed.

This feature was now on every drainpipe in the London area. The sewer system was interconnected so that no matter which pipe you took, you would be able to find the opening to the Coop.

The Coop was the nickname of the underground Vampire hotel. It was small but safe and held at least ten vampires at this time. The beauty of it was that the humans didn't know about it and the Wizarding world didn't either. It was cold and dark, perfect for a vampire, and cheap.

Harry went into his room and decided that sleeping away the afternoon was the best idea. That night he would go looking for the Lady.

This chapter was short…

Well, here we go. I'm trying to dole out information about vampires and Veela's in moderation so please bare with me. There'll be more creatures in this fic so it'll be tough…

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