Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters, places et al. are owned by J.K. Rowling. Also Twilight and all characters places et al. are owned by Stephenie Meyer

A/N: No worries, there will be no frigidty in the story :)

Chapter 13: It Changes Everything

Jasper sat at the foot the bed, his back leaning against on of the poles of the bed and he looked at Draco. He was sleeping deeply and Jasper admired his slim, muscled body. His chest was moving in rhythm with his breathing and Jasper heard his heart beat slowly and steadily. His body was sweaty all over and there were spots of...other fluids stuck to his underbelly. His silken hair stuck to his forehead.

But he also saw scars, faint traces of another side of Draco he didn't know yet. It was obvious to him now that there was a darker side of Draco, something far out of the context of a simple teenage life. He saw a thin scar running down the left side of his stomach, another one running across his chest. He had seen some on his back, as well. And then there was that faint tattoo-like scar in the form of a snake.

Jasper's eyes moved up from Draco's belly and to his angelic face. Draco seemed to be relaxed, at ease; even a faint smile was on his lips. He looked deeper inside and felt his emotions. Funnily, he could feel them clearer than before. Maybe it was because of their close contact now? It wasn't important right now, though.

He felt...happiness, peace, a sense of completeness, but he also felt hints of fear, angst, self-hatred. Anger welled up in Jasper. He felt an urge to crush whoever was responsible for those feelings. Someone had hurt Draco, and the beast wanted them destroyed. But that part of him also wanted to help, to protect Draco, to make him happy again. Jasper concentrated hard and put his anger away. For now.

Draco was a deeply conflicted person, that much was obvious now.

Thinking back on the last few hours, he still couldn't quite point to the moment when everything went wrong – or right, depending on your point of view.

When he had seen that guy observing the house earlier, he had felt something strange. Not quite anger, but protectiveness. Initially, he thought it was about the family. Now, he wasn't so sure why he suddenly ran towards that shrouded guy. When he had been close, ready to pounce, he had seen that beautiful face of Draco for a split second before he had vanished into thin air. He had been so dumbfounded that the crashed into a small tree at full sprint, bringing it down with a resounding crack. For whatever weird reason, his only thought had been to rush to Draco's home. Edward would chide him for it when he would hear of it, but he didn't care. What happened next... It was all of a blur.

Admittedly, he was somewhat knew to this. But compared to the sex with Alice...it wasn't that bad, he smiled. Actually, it was damn good. He was still shaking a bit when he thought about it. At least once, he had come within inches of losing it. The urge to just rip out his throat and drink that sweet, sweet blood had thrashed around in his head, but he managed to keep it under control, barely. Maybe it had been those other thoughts he developed for Draco that did it. Still, it was pretty rough, and he had the feeling that...wizards were made of stronger stuff than normal humans.

Shaking his head, he got up from bed, and walked around the room a bit. It was really a strange room, unlike anything he had ever seen. Well, it was still a room, but it were the little details that you only noticed when you looked closely. Magic... If it really existed, it made sense, in a very bizarre way. But then again, he was an undead vampire living off the blood of the living. Strange things do happen, he realised. He chuckled at that thought.

Suddenly, he heard a soft chime and the walls started getting brighter – so bright, he felt his skin react in that special way.

Jasper heard Draco's heartbeat getting quicker, and he started moving. He rushed to the bed, and sat next to Draco. The light was now almost as bright as a sunny day outside and Draco's eyes blinked open.

"Morning," Jasper said and kissed his forehead, tasting again that delicious skin.

He saw Draco looking with wonder at Jasper. "This?" he asked with a smile and moved his arm before Dracos eyes, the skin twinkling like a million diamonds. "Another thing we vampires do. Our skin reacts like this in sunlight. But normally not from indoor lights..."

"A sunlight charm," Draco said, smiling sheepishly. "My alarm clock, so to speak. School starts soon." Draco got up into a sitting position and looked at Jasper with a mixture of shock and happiness. "So it really did happen? You...me...us?"

"Yes," Jasper whispered and he softly licked Draco's left ear. "And I loved every second of it..."

Draco shivered with excitement at the touch of the lip. "Me, too..." He took Jasper's hand and looked him into the eyes. "So, what does that make us, now?"

"I don't know," Jasper answered. "But I know I want more of it. Of you. Explore this. I have those feelings – strong feelings – for you..." And for the safety of Draco, he shouldn't know how strong they really were.

"I have feelings, too," Draco nodded. And Jasper could feel them, roaring inside that beautiful head like a thunderstorm.

"I would like to spend more time with you. Be with you. And more than just as a friend. I need you..." In more than one way, Jasper thought longingly.

Draco looked shyly at him. "Boyfriend?" He chuckled. "I don't know about that. I have never had..." Draco looked at him again, then shrugged. "But whatever, I wanted you so much, I don't want to let you go now that I have you..." Draco's arm snapped out and draw Jasper into a deep kiss. "We still have some time before I have to leave," Draco whispered in his ear and it was all the invitation Jasper needed.

Alice knew the second she saw Jasper at school. Once you spent decades together, you sort of read the other half like an open book. What surprised her was that she didn't even disapprove of it. Or felt any pain at all. She was a bit sad that she had managed to seal off that part of her so quickly. But, as it was, someone else was quickly taking up the unused space Jasper had left in her heart.

"You had sex," she said without any forewarning.

Jasper stopped in mid-motion, like someone had hit the stop-button. "That's-"

"And don't deny it, Jazz," she cut him short. "I know you, remember? I can handle the truth, you know? After all we have been through, and after all that happened lately, I still care for you. You can trust me..."

Jasper looked down at his feet and she almost laughed at him for looking like a little school kid.

"OK," he finally nodded. "I had. Happy?"

"Well, not quite," Alice chuckled. "You forgot that little detail with whom."

"Draco," Jasper said, stepping slightly back as if he was afraid she might lash out. "I went to him this morning. It is a long story..."

Alice looked at him for more than a few seconds. So her visions really were true. He and Draco... It frustrated her that she couldn't see further into the future. But now that it was happening, she wanted to support him all the way. She had to. And, she hoped, when she let her cat out the hat, he would support her just as well.

"And he's still..."

"Alive, you mean?" Jasper looked hurt. "Yes. I didn't suck him dry or anything. I controlled the beast. But it was hard, his blood..."

Alice let out a sigh. It would have complicated things if he had lost it. Edward would probably hit Jasper on the head for doing something so unthinking.

"Good for you!" she smiled at him.

"But there's one other thing..." Jasper said. "Something important. I need to tell the family tonight, but Draco has to be there."

"I don't think this is wise just yet," Alice looked sceptically. "I mean, he doesn't know that-" She stopped herself with a shocked look. "You told him, didn't you?"

"It really is more complicated than that, trust me. All of us, we need to talk. You will understand, I promise," he said and she felt that this was the end of that discussion. She just hoped it was worth it.

Would be perfect time to tell your dirty little secret, a little voice at the back of her head chirped. She almost stumbled as that thought rolled around her mind.

It was an unassuming cottage outside of Portreath, overgrown with ivy, the roof was covered with thick moss. If not for the screams and flashes of multicoloured light, it looked like out of a romanticists dream come true.

Trevor Hanson was not looking his best right now. As was to be expected from someone who was pinned to the floor by knifes stuck through both his hands and deep scars cutting into his flesh. He screamed, but no one was there to hear it. Well, except Bill Frylin. But he would not help, being the one who had pinned Trevor to the floor.

In his old life, Bill Frylin had been a man full of love and endless patience, a family man. Devoted to his wife, Emma, and his daughters Linda and Paula. But that man was dead. He had died the moment Bill came into his home after a long business trip for the Ministry and found his wife cut into pieces by dark magic, his beautiful daughters burnt to barely recognisable skeletons. That very moment, Bill Frylin ceased to exist and something else took his place. Anger, hatred, rage, turned into one burning desire: revenge.

His once friendly face was turned into an ugly mask, gaunt from lack of sleep and food, his wand shaking slightly as he looked down on Trevor Hanson.

"Where is he?!" he shouted and sent another blast of fire into Trevor Hanson. "Where is Malfoy?"

"I don't know!," Trevor screamed.

"You know," Bill snapped and kicked the bloody man with his feet. "I know you're responsible for relocations, you must know!"

"I don't kn-" Trevor was hit by another blast of fire, burning his chest.

"I will kill you if you don't tell me!" Bill shrieked. "He killed my family!"
"He didn't," Trevor said, blood seeping out of his mouth. "There's no proof that Draco had helped Lucius and the other Death Eat-"

"I don't care!" Bill kick him again and a wet-sounding snap came from somewhere in his chest. "His son is alive, while my daughters are dead. Dead!" he shouted.

Unfortunately, Bill had always been a wizard of less than average talent, and no one had taught him to do the Imperius. Not that he would be able to cast it with a resemblance of effectiveness in his current state of mind.

He bowed down and turned the knife in Trevor's left hand. The screams were turning into a hoarse shriek. "Just tell me, and all of this will be over..." He turned the knife even further.

"USA," Trevor whispered between blood sputtering from his mouth. "He is in the United States..."

Before Bill could demand to know where, Trevor gave his last breath and stopped screaming.

"I told you it will be over," Bill said with a weird smile on his face. His eyes lost focus, and he nodded. "Yes, my love. Soon I will get them. They will all suffer, and Malfoy is the next one. I promise you..."

He set the cottage on fire and apparated away, his next destination the USA.