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Chapter 12: Oops

„So let me get this straight," Alice looked a bit confused, rephrasing the past few minutes of conversation„you,what? Imprinted on me?" Seth nodded. "It's like love on first sight thing, right?"She looked at Seth, still not quite sure about what was happening. He told her some weird things when they were sitting next to each other on a large boulder. A funny picture they must have made. She, the impish pixie, dressed what she would consider stylish, and the hunky teenager only wearing tight sweatpants, looking at her like she was the only person in the world.

"No," Seth answered, "imagine you have one soul, one person that anchors you to this world. One who is all and everything to you. Someone you couldn't physically live without. That sort of thing," he smiled sheepishly. His russet skin was gleaming in the moonlight and his musky smell called to her. Not as much as Edward or Jasper to their humans, but it caused something to stir inside her. What she knew, at this very moment, was that every fibre in her said that she can trust him.

"But why me?" She asked incredulously. "I am a vampire. What do you call us? Cold ones? We don't fit together. We can't. We shouldn't."

"I don't care," Seth answered her fiercely. "Even if I wanted to, I can't change it. I belong to you, completely." He looked at her and she couldn't find even a faint trace of doubt in his beautiful eyes.

She wasn't sure how to feel. Parts of her were hopping up and down with joy inside her, others were afraid. With all that was going on right now, she didn't know if it was the best idea to heap another problem on her already impressive stack.

On the other hand, why not? That she couldn't see him in her future didn't mean he was not the one she had seen in her foggy visions. She admitted that he was quite good-looking and, more importantly, she felt understood. He was no vampire, but despite that, he made her special just by looking at her. She liked that a lot.

"This is all really new to me," she said, putting her hand on his cheek. It felt as hot as the sun itself under her cold hand, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned in and he looked at her with longing in his eyes. "What if I don't want you? What if this is all wrong?"

"How can this be wrong?" He shook his head. "No one, ever, who was imprinted on rejected it. Sooner or later, it will come to pass as it is supposed to. It was meant to be, Alice."

The way he said her name made a shiver run down her spine. She didn't know what made her, but she moved closer to Seth's face and when her lips touched his, all doubts, all thoughts and concerns, were blown away by a wave of supreme bliss that seeped through every cell of her body.

When they finally broke their kiss, Alice sighed, then chuckled. "I have no clue how to break this to the family."

Seth suddenly looked like a deer in very bright headlights. "God, how do I tell the pack...?"

Draco was unable to sleep. He had tried to, for several hours now. His first touch of Jasper, their first encounter, was still shaking him up pretty hard. Dammit, he cursed. He got out of bed and stretched a bit.

He took his wand and flicked it, bringing up the wall lighting to a warm orange. He went to his desk and sat down. He was looking at some old school books, chuckling at some of the scribbling on the pages. He missed that happy days, back when he was just another arrogant, bigoted pure-blood enjoying himself way too much. Back when his little world was still only complicated by homework, Potter, and those Gryffindors. Little did he know then what would follow soon, destroying his life like a hurricane of chaos and destruction. His fingers stopped on his photo album. He took it from the cupboard and flicked through the album.

There he was, a little baby, struggling in the arms of his proud mother. His father almost bursting of pride next to her.

Standing next to his father at his sixth birthday, looking up to him, with all that puppy love in his eyes. When did he see behind his facade, did he ever know the real Lucius Malfoy? He would never know...

Draco and his fellow Slytherins, standing in front of the magnificent outline of Hogwarts, trying to look unmoved, dignified, and aloof. Of course, now it looked pathetic, in Draco's eyes.

Draco, flying around the Quidditch ground, racing after the Snitch. Not that I would get it, he thought sourly. Potter got it first, at that game. Again.

He flicked through dozens more, all little glimpses into the oh so happy life of Draco Malfoy. What would he give to be there again. Casting away all away and being a child again...

But then after some pages, the there were no school pictures any more.

The next photos brought tears to his eyes. The funeral of his father. Draco was standing proud and tall next to his mother, surrounded by Death Eaters. His father had died in one pointless attack on the Weasleys, killed by a stray curse – friendly fire, he thought dryly.

The next one, was even worse. Draco was completely alone, as his mothers casket was lowered into the ground. Even the closest friends of his Mother – those that were not in a prison, that is – had rather stayed away. "Mother...," he whispered. She had given her life for his, in the final battle at Hogwarts. Throwing herself in the path of the killing curse the Dark Lord had cast against Draco as punishment for failing to kill Potter. Even after all her faults, all that garbage she taught him, she gave the ultimate sacrifice for him. In that fleeting instance, he finally understood how Potter must have felt all those years, and in his way, Potter knew. He was the only one that would not pity him after the War.

Maybe I should have died back then, Draco still thought. Why do I deserve to live when they are dead? It was not fair...

He got up again, went to dress in black slacks and a hooded sweater and grabbed his firebolt.

He exploded almost out of his opened window and vanished into the forest around the house.

Flying gave him something else to think about, and it was more fun than just walking. He was reasonable sure no one would see him, as he zigzagged through the maze of trees, lost in his own thoughts.

He flashed past scared animals, and some houses near the forest. Some old woman was dropping her cup of coffee as he zipped by her window, another one looked strangely at a glass of wine she held in her left hand.

It seemed like hours had raced by when he stopped next to a large tree, close to a house. He didn't have much time left, the sun was about to come over the horizon, the first rays of morning sun crawling through the night. He wasn't sure why, but the house had tingled some sense of mystery in him. Warm light flowed out of its large windows and he made out some shadows moving in the house. Early risers, he chuckled dryly.

He nearly choked, when one the shadows was moving impossibly fast to the window closest to him. When the shadow resolved into Jasper, looking at him, he just froze. He blinked, and Jasper was suddenly gone. He grabbed his wand, and apparated instinctively. The last thing he saw before he vanished was a surprised Jasper, poised like he was about to attack.

He was still panting when he re-appeared stumbling in his room. It took him some seconds to steady himself.

"You idiot!" he shouted at himself. What was I thinking, Merlin be damned! Maybe he hasn't seen me, maybe it was too dark? But how could he move so quickly? What was he?

Draco was afraid. What have I got myself into? His thoughts raced. He threw the broom into the corner and tried to steady his panicked mind. Could he erase his mind? He wasn't bad at Occlumency and Legilimens. But, what if he was no Muggle? Would it work? Or should he just drop everything and leave? He stood there for what seemed like an eternity and tried to think it through rationally. It didn't work that well...

No, Draco shook his head. He might not know it was me? Yes, that would be-

A noise at his window shattered his thought. His head snapped around and when he saw Jasper crouching on the windowsill, his eyes locked onto Draco with a fierce intensity; it was too much for him. He lost control of his body and felt himself falling down.

Funny, Draco thought, I should have hit the floor by now. When that thought was gone, another took its place. Why not?

Then he realised that he was held tightly by strong arms in mid-fall.

"Got you," he heard Jasper whisper in his ear, and he almost blanked again, shivers running through his body like a cascade of lightning bolts.

He was helped by Jasper to his feet and found himself looking into those topaz eyes.

"What are you?" Jasper asked huskily. "I saw you at the house. Then you vanished. That's just impossible..."

"Just as impossible as you dropping through my window within seconds..." Draco managed to ask back, slowly regathering his mental balance.

"So it seems we're at an impasse," Jasper said, drawing closer to him. "Unless we trust each other...?"

Draco thought about it, quickly. At least that part was thinking that didn't want to throw himself into Jasper's arm, no matter what. "I am...a Wizard," he said, breaking one of the biggest secrets of the Wizarding world. "I am human, but, well, I am magic." As to prove it, Draco got his wand between him and Jasper and said "Lumos!". Jasper stared at the glowing wand, then at Draco.

"Carlisle was right," Jasper whispered, almost in awe. "You know what I am, don't you?" Jasper looked at Draco expectantly.

"No..." Draco shook his head. "I thought vampire, but you're not like those I know."

Jasper looked puzzled. "But I am a vampire."

"No vampire I know of walks around in sunlight without burning to a crisp. In my old school-"

"You talk about this at school?" Jasper shot.

"It was a Wizarding school. Of course we get taught about vampires. But you..." Draco thought. Maybe they managed to stay secret from the Wizards? It felt impossible. But then again, the Wizarding World stayed secret from the much larger Muggle community, and Wizards were far more self-centred and ignorant of anything out of their comfort zone, why not those? Still...

"So, what do we do now, Draco?" Jasper's voice almost purred.

"I won't tell, if you don't," he answered, his eyes locked on Jaspers. "I can trust you, can't I?" He asked.

"Maybe you shouldn't," Jasper answered, his eyes flaring with intensity.

Draco was suddenly flying through the air and landing roughly on his bed. Before he could get up again, Jasper was atop of him, ripping Draco's shirt away. "I want you so much...."

Draco felt Jasper's lips on his, pressing hard for a kiss. Just then something inside him broke an invisible barrier. His arms shot out and around Jasper, pulling him in close, letting go of all inhibitions and answering the kiss just as forceful.