A/N: More alerts and favs than my old story :D
So I'm writing this story as I go along with only a vague plan in mind, and I don't love this chapter....
However, hopefully you guys still will.
Once in Harry's suite Draco seemed to come out of his stupor and faced Harry, arms crossed, eyes steely.
"So, when did you plan to tell me?" Harry nodded, having been expecting the fallout.
"I'm sorry, I just don't think it's that big of a deal. It doesn't change who I am really." Harry watched him, eyes pleading with him to understand but Draco just shook his head, his snowy locks now askew.
"Yes, it is a big deal! How can you think you being A VAMPIRE is not a big deal? Technically, you're not even human! Did you ever think of that?" Harry recoiled, eyes a deep injured green.
"Fine, Malfoy, if it bothers you that much, but for the record, I'm only half 'not even human'." Harry stalked into his bathroom, slamming the door, and slumped against the tiled wall next to the door.
I'm such an idiot. I really thought he was different...That we could be different. Way to go Potter, letting him in so quickly. So reckless, you should have seen this coming.
Harry scowled at himself and held his head in his hands. He felt his eyes well up at the stinging betrayal he felt but refused to let them fall, rubbing at his eyes, annoyed. He had let his guard down and what was his reward?
"You're not even human."
Harry shook his head as memories of just how much that idea had been beaten into him back at Number 4, Privet Drive flooded into him.
Outside the bathroom that currently housed the Vampire, Draco stood stunned. Stunned at Harry's secret, stunned at himself for saying what he said. Yes stunned was becoming the perfect word to describe Draco lately.
He sighed helplessly and ran a slender hand through his mussed tresses before bringing the same now hesitant hand to knock lightly on the door.
"Harry?" His call was met with a quick, quiet rustling but no actual response.
He knocked again, harder.
"Harry? Look, I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean it the way it sounded." He shook his head at sounding so cliché.
"Harry, I was just shocked, and angry...I wasn't thinking." No answer.
"Harry, stop being a git and come out!" He slumped forward, forehead hitting wood, only to fall against a solid chest as Harry unexpectedly flung the door open. He pushed Draco off him and walked past him back to his bed, sitting down in a huff.
Harry had calmed down, he was of course still annoyed at the blonde, but he didn't want to erase the progress they had made.
"You know, Draco, I'd wager you're not even human, everyone knows Malfoys have a tendency to inherit the old Veela blood that use to be so common in you lot." Harry looked at him, a combination of betrayal, smugness, and overall annoyance darkened his eyes.
For whatever reason, a small blush crept onto Draco's pale face.
"No, I didn't inherit it...Quite the disappointment....." Harry raised an eyebrow at him, surprised.
"You wanted to be a Veela? That would put you in the same inhuman boat as me, you realize?" Draco nodded.
"I always hoped to be a Veela like my grandmother...So beautiful. I guess....I'm jealous..." Draco sighed and plopped down onto the bed next to the smug saviour.
"Jealous? Are you kidding me? You started that because...Spoiled prat." Harry laughed lightly and laid back on the bed, his feet staying planted on the lush carpet.
Draco glared at him.
"And what's so funny? I don't see anything humourous." Draco huffed indignantly. Harry turned his head to look at the other boy then propped himself up on his elbows.
"Nothing, Draco, just thinking about the irony of you being jealous of me." Draco rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you're going to hold this over my head forever." He covered his eyes dramatically and fell back beside Harry.
Harry laughed and bent himself so he was looking down at Draco, a smirk playing at his lips, sure to show his newly lengthened canines. He gently pulled Draco's hands down from his eyes.
"Oh no, Draco, that'd be cruel." Draco's eyes, as expected, were drawn like magnets to the fangs and he could have sworn they were positively glinting in the fading light from the window. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry as the Vampire hovered mere inches above him.
Draco forced his eyes up to meet mischievous greens. He lifted a thin brow at Harry's expression.
"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Harry reigned in his fangs and closed his lips around them in a sweet grin. He shifted his weight to his left arm and raised his right hand to trace along Draco's jaw before he answered. His hand lingering where jaw met neck.
"Nothing to worry about, just pondering how we'll be keeping ourselves entertained until school." Draco rolled his eyes again but smiled none-the-less. He reached up, capturing Harry's recently paled hand and held it up, inspecting their intertwined fingers.
"Well...I figured we'd get to know each other a little more...intimately...and then...maybe...play a little Quidditch." Harry groaned and dropped his head onto Draco's chest. Draco fought off the laughter bubbling up inside him but it was futile at Harry's muffled, "Tease." He brought his arms up to wrap around the disheartened boy on his chest.
"Kidding, Harry, kidding! We could always take extra lessons with Snape. He's here often." Harry shot up, though not enough to break Draco's arms from around him.
"Keep digging that hole, Draco. I think I'll be making our plans." Harry smirked, just slightly. Draco frowned and furrowed his brow in concentration, then lifted in something akin to Hermione when she remembers something long lost behind stacks and stacks of knowledge.
"Harry....You're such a muggle..." Harry laughed, knowing his use of the muggle saying would get something from his pureblood. He delighted in the lack of objections from Draco about him being their summer planner. He smiled, unable to keep it off his lips.
Draco smiled back and tightened his arms around the taller boy, bringing him back down closer.
Harry took the hint and tilted his head down and letting his lips meet Draco's, but only with the lightest touch. An annoyed sound came from Draco's throat and Harry raised up, chuckling. Draco tried to pull him back down again but Harry batted his hands away and flashed him a reassuring smile.
Draco's confused frown turned to happy understanding as Harry pulled himself completely onto Draco, bodies aligning nicely. Forearms positioned on either side of the other boy's head and Draco's arms back in their former positions around Harry's waist.
Harry smiled again, as was becoming his constant expression, and slowly, excruciatingly slowly if you asked Draco, closed the few inches between them, reveling in the sheer texture of the full, soft lips. A completely useless voice in the back of his mind remarked something about moisturizing but it was immediately forgotten at the tentative pressure of a warm tongue, asking for entrance. Who was he to deny such a request?
Parted lips led to tongues fighting for dominance, Harry winning out eventually, and the occasional clash of teeth when the kiss heated with abandon.
A pesky lack of oxygen gnawed at them and the drew apart, equally as slowly as they came together. Harry raised his arms to his elbows and held his forehead in his palms, looking down at a breathless Draco.
The blonde opened eyes he hadn't realized were still closed and looked up with a content grin.
Draco unwrapped his arms from around Harry and brought his hands between them and under Harry's shirt, he ran exploring fingertips over the dips and contours of the torso above him. When his need to memorize each detail was met he laced his fingers together behind Harry's back again, under his shirt this time.
Harry's eyes closed at the butterfly touches and he laid his arms back down returning his head to Draco's chest once he was finished.
"Someone's feeling bold." Harry said, only slightly muffled.
Draco laughed. "I don't think you'd have it any other way."
Harry smiled to himself, how right he was.
"Of course, If I wanted some submissive ponce I'd date...well I don't know who...but not you."
Harry realized what he'd said after it had already spilled from flushed lips. He'd said they were dating, thus far no label had been placed on them. But, yes, that was right, Draco Malfoy was his boyfriend. He smiled broadly and if Draco had caught his slip he didn't bring it up, though a suspiciously happy smile was playing on his lips when Harry lifted up, chin resting on Draco's chest, to look at the blonde, his blonde.
Harry reached up to push a rebellious strand of that blonde hair off Draco's cheek but was interrupted mid-reach by an incessant scratching at the large, paned window near the bedside table. Harry looked over to see an inconspicuous barn owl waiting impatiently in the drizzling rain.
He shook his head and turned back to Draco, "When did it start raining?" Draco shrugged and gestured for him to let the owl in. Harry snorted and pushed himself off the bed and the boy draped across it, reluctantly, and crossed the few steps to the window. He opened it and yelped when the owl landed on his shoulder digging in the talons on one foot harder than necessary and sticking out its other leg which held an envelope.
Harry yanked the post from the owl and batted her off of him and back the way she came, shutting the window quickly against the offending bird and weather.
He shook his head and turned the envelope over in his hands, he swore under his breath at the proud Hogwarts seal on the back and returned to the bed, where Draco now sat with his back against the headboard and long, black-clad legs stretched out in front of him, and sat next to Draco, handing the envelope over to him with a long, suffering sigh. "You open it."
Draco raised an eyebrow at him but nodded, he grabbed his wand from the bedside table and wordlessly sliced open the envelope.
"Harry,
My boy, in light of the current circumstances I must cut short your summer holiday and require you to return to Hogwarts at your first opportunity.
We found your relatives tortured and killed rather gruesomely in your home, however upon further search of the property we found your personal effects missing. Because of this I think you fled rather than were taken in the raid. Although The Prophet and the aurors seem to have other ideas.
You leaving without my knowledge so I could have the wards reinforced left your family open to an attack that unfortunately did occur.
After reading this pack your things and hail the Knight Bus, Stan will take you to 12 Grimmauld Place, I would say to apparate but your birthday is still several days away and you don't want any more trouble. Everyone is already here and terribly anxious. Ginerva is particularly beside herself with worry, don't you think you owe it to your girlfriend at least to let her know you're alive.
Albus Dumbledore"
Draco spat out the word 'girlfriend' and looked at Harry accusingly. Harry went wide-eyed at the look and quickly shook his head, his anger rising rapidly at Dumbledore, magick prickling under his skin.
"Ginny and I...I told her I was gay before school let out for summer. She understood and was even relieved, turns out she has a thing for Neville. I don't know what the old coot is playing at." Draco eyed him critically then nodded.
Harry smiled briefly and took the letter from him and reread it silently. "We found your relatives tortured and killed rather gruesomely in your home-"
Dead?
"Draco-" His voice was low and hoarse. "He said my relatives are dead...?"
Draco nodded, he felt a little guilty for not telling Harry, but in truth it slipped his mind, perfectly understandable to him.
"Snape, he sent me away with you, I found out when he got back."
Harry nodded slowly. He couldn't bring himself to feel sad or guilty or even angry. Just relieved.
Relieved that he would never be forced into their company again, he was free. A happy, albeit predatory smiled spread across his lips.
Harry turned, grabbing Draco's hips and practically picked him up, placing him back down atop his thighs.
At the sudden movement Draco let out a strangled yelp then blushed at the undignified sound. A voice in his head remarked something about blushing not being all that dignified either but he pushed it aside with an agitated, soundless growl.
Harry surprised up at the surprised boy, earning him a grin in return. He kept his hands resting on quite thought provoking hip bones.
Draco pushed hair behind his ear that had fell out of place when he was moved.
"Don't worry about Dumbledore, we all know he's just afraid."
Harry looked up at him, perplexed.
"Afraid? Afraid of what?" Draco's smile widened.
"You. You forget he knows how....abnormally," Grimace. "powerful you are. I reckon he's afraid you'll find out and turn dark as revenge."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. Then smiled.
"Well, I guess he should be afraid then. Let's see, The Dark Lord is my Godfather, Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend," Smile. "and I'm staying at Malfoy Manor with the both of them, sounds pretty dark to me."
A/N: Posting without proofreading at 2:40am. Good luck with that :)
I feel like this chapter was all 'smile' and 'raised an eyebrow'. My apologies if you think so too, I just was not into this chapter at all! After their little spat at the beginning that is. That was fun. I didn't plan to end it there, but then again, I didn't plan anything in this chapter -.- Whatever, POSTING. Review.