They were talking. All they had ever done was talk so far. About Draco's lifestyle, about Harry's lifestyle. About their lifestyle. About how Harry was dying to be touched, to be kissed, to complete the physical aspect of the relationship, and how Draco didn't trust himself.

"What if I bite you, Harry? I couldn't live with myself." Draco had said this in a sigh, and looked over at his mortal boyfriend. The wizard was staring up at the ceiling, neck stretched out teasingly to Draco.

"I guess whatever happens…happens." He shrugged and turned his head when Draco placed a cold hand on his chin. Their faces were close, and the vampire could feel Harry's warm breath on his face.

"Do you trust me, Harry?"

"Absolutely." Draco connected their lips and kissed Harry slowly. His green eyes were wide in amazement, and hesitated a half second before moving his lips against the other males'. Draco tried staying still before pushing at Harry's shoulder, rolling over so that he was more over Harry than before. He felt the dark haired male underneath him pull away slightly for air, and while Harry panted, Draco moved his lips to Harry's throat.

He placed light kisses around the place where Harry's pulse point was, and then stopped moving when he realized Harry had done the same. Cautiously, Draco's lips pulled back around his teeth, and he scrapped them slightly over Harry's neck. The wizard seemed to remember where he was, and a hand came up to tangle in Draco's hair. The vampire looked up in surprise. Harry hadn't run away. He wasn't scared of Draco, because he didn't think there was a reason to be.

Draco went back to kissing Harry's mouth, and his tongue flicked against Harry's mouth. Of course Harry should be afraid, Draco was a monster. He could injure Harry, kill him, torture and tear him until the only thing left were his glasses and a stain of blood.

And above all else, Draco was terrified of hurting himself and Harry. No human had ever trusted him like that, he didn't know what to do with himself. And if he hurt Harry…Draco couldn't let this turn into anything more. It had already gone too far; Harry had feelings, lusts, whatever it is mortals have.

Which is why Draco walked out, because he was feeling a little too mortal to continue undressing the lovely and innocent human being

….

There was a loud crashing noise from out side the pink room, and the two students and one professor raised their heads. The professor made a displeasured sound in her throat and excused herself, instructing one of the students to keep a watch on the other while she went to deal with the problem.

The professor was Dolores Umbridge, probably one of the most inhumane being that the second student, Harry Potter, had ever met. The first student, Draco Malfoy, remained ignorant to her detentions and refusal to teach the DADA position properly. Draco was stuck staring at Harry while he picked up a quill and began writing on the parchment in front of him. He noticed that the dark haired boy didn't have to re-dip the writing utensil in ink- was there even an ink well?

The answer was no, but there was a grimace on Harry's face. The hand that wasn't writing was stuffed under his robes, and his bottom lip was clenched between his teeth. Draco realized that he hadn't had a slightest clue what Harry was doing; the scarhead had managed to break three school rules, why was he simply writing on parchment? Draco stepped closer and peered down his pointed nose at the page; I must not tell lies.

That was even odder; what did causing a disruption in the Entrance Hall have to do with lying?

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

The voice was so sudden that the pale blonde jumped and stepped away, looking down at a Harry with an angry and pained expression on his face. Draco shrugged, turning away like he was indifferent, and peered at Harry from the corner of his eye. The speckled teen had revealed his other hand and Draco nearly gasped; it was inflamed. A pattern that looked like words, sort of, were especially bright, and the ones closest to the top of his hand were white from how hard Harry was clenching his fist.

He knew it was irrational, but Draco grabbed the hand and peered down at it; this was mental! The words that Harry was writing on the parchment were being etched into his hand! Draco bit his own lip and met eyes with Harry.

"Let me finish, Malfoy, or I'll get in more trouble."

"As if I'll let you stay here! Go on, don't be a bloody Gryffindor." The said student was slightly dumbfounded; was Draco really trying to help him? But he shook his head.

"She counts the sentences. She would be able to tell."

Their eyes met again, and Harry could see that Draco's decision was already made; Harry was leaving the room whether he liked it or not.

"I'll finish them for you. You don't deserve this."

Harry left silently, and just before the door closed behind him, he head Draco call out something.

"Good luck, Harry!"

…..

Lucius Malfoy had discovered a new curse over the summer. He had tested it over the summer on the House Elves, and he found it absolutely brilliant. It was better than Sectumsempra and Crucio in the sense that it was both; it spread like fire throughout your body and gave a tense prickling feeling along with the sensation that your skin was being pulled apart or cut slowly. He didn't need a Dark Lord to discover new curses for him; no, he could raid the precious Hogwarts school and put every single 8th year under the curse. His son had betrayed him and returned to school, and so his class would pay.

They attacked during a gathering in the Great Hall. There were shrieks from around the Hall as the former Death Eaters burst through the doors, re-utilizing the Vanishing Cabinets. Several students stood and raise their wands, but the hooded figures had strong protection charms around them, and the charged toward the Slytherin table. Lucius revealed himself to the end of the table and a few of the old Death Eaters that had raped his blonde son grabbed the boy and pulled him toward the front of the Hall. With a wave of his wand, the curse was cast, and Draco was withering under the intense pain. Malfoy Sr. turned to the rest of the outraged and confused and terror stricken students and grinned.

"I have developed a new curse. It spreads through your body, and slowly kills. My son, the blood traitor, Draco is the first one. Each Eight year, who I know fought so valiantly during the War, will be put under this and die in front of your peers."

The Hall burst into sound, but was all silenced as the double doors opened and revealed a panting Harry Potter. His green eyes searched the room and fell on the two Malfoys.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" He was at Draco's side in an instant, holding his even paler face in his hands and trying to connect their eyes. Draco was sobbing, and Harry couldn't stand seeing his acquaintance, his love, in pain like this.

"Please Harry…please kill me…I can't die like this…" Harry nodded, feeling hot tears streak down his own face. He first turned to Lucius, and the Killing Curse was cast; of course Harry meant it, and his sheer anger could penetrate the Shield Charm. The first Malfoy fell, and Draco was now clawing at Harry, wailing louder. There was no other way, it seemed.

"Make it painless, Potter…and don't forget me."

"Never. I would never forget you."

Avada Kadarva.