Warnings: Sexual situations
A/N: Hope you enjoy, especially the ending of this chapter. no its not the end of the story...just the chapter
Draco awoke hastily with a sharp shock, sweat gushing down from his forehead. People's faces that he wasn't familiar with infested his head. It must have been the blood he had last night with the fruit. Strangely enough, he faintly recalled having dreamt of some people's memories, some of them, sexual or loving, others' haunting and frightening.
He threw on his robes and grabbed his books as well as a couple of Bloody Marys' he had rapidly dumped in his rugged bag before running out of the common room so he wouldn't be late for his first class of the year, Potions.
With a Bloody Mary fruit clasped in his mouth as he had missed breakfast, Draco ran for the stairs that led to the dungeons, missing a few of steps to speed up. Thankfully a bunch of students were already waiting outside Snape's classroom and ready to enter.
He chucked the remains of the fruit into his bag and followed the small crowd which happened to be a combination of Gryffindors and Slytherins. Everyone assembled themselves into their seats, Slytherins and Gryffindors had already separated without any hesitation.
"I'm glad to see you're all prepared, especially Mr.Weasley," Snape verbalized cynically as the Slytherins chortled and sniggered at the wretched red head who finally took out his Potions book and read the board for the right page. Draco flipped threw the book himself to read the title, then looked at the Potions Master with a flabbergasted look on his face. Before Draco could comment, he was interrupted by Hermione.
"Why Vampires and potions to protect ourselves Professor? It's not like there are any left. The Daily Prophet says they're all hiding from the Ministry in Knockturn alley," Said a certain know-it-all.
"Well because maybe one day a vampire might find its way into this very school and rip your veins out of your neck, Granger." Draco mocked in a daunting way, flashing his eyes bright blue for a mere half second so that only she would notice it. Hermione rolled her eyes, supposing the bright blue was all her devious yet intellectual mind.
Draco could feel his sharp teeth sliding out from his pink gums and scraping into his cheeks as he kept thinking of biting into one of the students or perhaps…all. But oh dear God, Granger's flushed cheeks, he could sink his teeth into right now.
Though, Snape interrupted his thoughts, "Correct Mr.Malfoy. The forbidden forest is full of creatures and one of them might just happen to be a vampire." said the Professor dully, giving Draco an odd look which made him quiver slightly.
As class finished, Professor Snape gave him, at last, his usual potion to calm his indulgence for blood which he drank within a second. Draco put his book into his bag and felt for empty fruit which…wasn't completely empty. Instead it was filled with a few seeds, black, thorn-looking seeds.
He clutched them into his hands, careful not to let them enter his delicate skin. A few more minutes and it'd be time for time for lunch, a great opportunity for him to plant these babies into the rich soil of Hogwarts.
Draco grinned a mischievous grin as he walked out of the Potion's classroom.
When at last, the time was right, Draco ran to the Entrance Hall and opened the door. Bright light poured from the humongous gap and onto Draco's white burning flesh. He screamed and dropped his bag, falling onto the ground and crawling backwards away from the giant doors, clutching his arm. This made a few heads turn.
"What's the matter Draco?" asked a Slytherin girl who kneeled down at him. Draco looked up at her with big bright eyes and got up immediately, shaking off the dirt from the ground from his robes.
"I just thought I saw a…Dementor. It must have been a student or something," stuttered Draco. He grabbed his bag and ran to his dorm, avoiding the light that shone from each and every window.
No more sun. A tiny droplet slid down his cheeks and he quickly wiped it away before anyone could see it. Eventually, night took over and Draco decided to bury the seeds. After all, his beloved plant wouldn't last forever.
Pointing his wand to the ground, Draco removed the soil and placed his seeds into the hole, then sat there looking up at the stars, waiting for the first leaf to grow. When he finally lost patients, he threw growth spells at the dirt, but not a single grain of soil moved.
"For the love of God!" screamed the frustrated Draco into the sky. He took his wand and pressed it against his arm to draw blood, letting it drip over the plant, "This better work." The seeds started sprouting against time and one tiny crimson tomato shot out of a branch.
Draco smirked to himself and walked back up to his room without a thought of what could happen next. Harry Potter strolled down to where Draco had been to see what the ferret's mischievous act was, yet saw nothing but a small plant. Aggravated, Harry paced around the plant looking for mysterious clues and anything suspicious when accidently; he tripped on his own foot and scraped his knees onto a bulky grey rock. Full red droplets slid down from the hard object and the soil sucked it in. The Bloody Mary fruit grew a little, though this was undetected from the eyes of Harry Potter.
"I know you're up to something Malfoy, I just wish I knew what it was!" He stomped his way up to the school, kicking some grass out of its place.
A few days passed, and Draco checked up on how his plant was going, yet all he found was the one tiny crimson object, swinging happily on the branch. Giving up, he snatched the fruit and pulled it from its home.
Irritated, Draco bit into it. It was so small that he only needed to bite into it once. A wave of energy hit his chest and pushed him to the ground and everything went from blurry to a new memory.
"Harry wait! Stop I don't think this is right. Ron's your friend!" cried Hermione as the black jet haired boy greedily unbuttoned her white school shirt.
"And he is your boyfriend, Hermione. You wanted this. Right now I couldn't care less about who you're with. Oh God, yes." Harry breathed unsteadily as he removed her white cotton bra. Hermione gripped the covers of the bed with teary eyes, afraid of what could happen. He exhaled onto her neck. Draco could feel her skin tremble as he did and could feel her fear. She was warm and her heart pumped rapidly. He felt as if he was Harry, touching the girl. Her fingers brushed against his spine as Harry kissed every part of her skin he could reach, until he came to the valley on her chest. He nibbled on where she was sensitive most, and pressed his mouth against her breast. She squirmed in his bed and held Harry's muscular arm, trying not to enjoy the sensation he was passing onto her. Draco could tell this was her first time she had ever encountered such an experience. Harry looked up at Hermione and she looked back. Her innocent eye's stained with anxiety and shock; it was as if she was looking straight into Draco's eyes, as if he were there.
Draco took in the air that finally touched his lips and stared at the blinding stars without squinting as all he could picture were her brown eyes gazing back at him.