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: Let's get the family get-together :) And I guess soon, we will see some more action.

Chapter 14: Love Conquers All

Draco was mentally still hovering in a limbo state between shock and bliss, after what had happened this morning. For one, the thought had crashed into his mind like a huge boulder, he had been alone with a vampire, and he remembered all those horror stories his parents had fed him about vampires; not to mention Rita Skeeter's frequent columns in the Daily Prophet. Granted, Jasper was not a vampire as they should be – he would have to ask about that – and he had quickly mentioned to not feed on humans. Still...

And not to forget, he had broken the Statutes of Secrecy, and that's not something little in the Wizarding world. Parts of him had expected to see Aurors and Obliviators apparating left and right just as he told Jasper, but nothing had happened. He also imagined if the Wizarding world found out they had completely missed another batch of mythical creatures. Sure, vampires were considered Beings by Wizards, but if the Cullens are not normal vampires, then what would the Ministry do? That Granger was now working in the Ministry, from what he had heard, to change all those pure-blood laws and aiming for more egalitarian Wizarding world, but would that include a new type of vampires? He imagined Jasper slowly dying in Azkaban, and the thought almost crushed his soul.

Jasper... The bad thought was washed away by the memory of this morning. He had loved every moment being with Jasper, his cold skin pressing into him, his tongue exploring every part of body, his lips on his...

It was weird, but he had felt complete for basically the first time ever in his life. He was no novice to sex, but Jasper... It was on another level of good. Sure, it was rough, as his bruises attested, but so good...

He had sleep-walked through most of the first classes at school, right until a volleyball hit his stomach during gym class. It was a forceful punch and he felt as if about to puke on the spot.

"Sorry," Bella turned beet-red across the court. "I really am not good at this." She rushed towards him. "You're alright?" She got concerned as she saw him turn a vile shade of green.

"Yes," Draco answered through clenched teeth and took a deep breath. "Just hit the wrong spot," he chuckled weakly.

Coach Clapp came over once he saw it. "You're really OK?"

"Sure," Draco said slightly annoyed. He had taken Badgers in Quidditch, and worse, he would get over it. "It's not a big deal."

"Really?" Clapp looked unconvinced. "Maybe you go to the bathroom? Some water to the face?"

"Hmpf," Draco mumbled, but Clapp looked insisting, so he simply gave in and trod to the bathroom.

It was empty and a lamp was flickering annoyingly above him. Why Muggles tolerated such horrible light, he would never know. Eclectic light – or was it electric? He still wasn't too sure about all this Muggle terms. Something like that, anyway... - was not what he wanted to have at home. Magical light felt much more natural to him, even candles and fires. He sighed and stepped in front of one of the sinks. He already felt better thanks to the little walk and the water he splashed into his face helped even more. He breathed deeply and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt – and looked – a lot better now. He was about to leave the bathroom, when he felt the air stir behind him.

"You look sexy in those track shorts," Jasper's voice whispered suavely in his ear and he felt half thrown, half dragged into one of the stalls opposite of the sinks.

Draco looked up as he stopped, his back pressed to one of the walls. Before he could say anything, familiar cold lips pressed against his and forced him into a passionate kiss. When the lips let go, he looked into Jasper's face.

"What you're doing here?!" Draco said, catching his breath.

"Don't worry," he answered, liking Draco's upper lip. "We're alone here. I would hear it. We could do anything here..." He smiled tantalisingly at first, then turned slightly more serious. "But I just wanted to ask you if you could meet me after school outside, at the big tree behind the car park? We need to talk, before we meet my family tonight."

"Family? What?" Draco looked confused. "I don't-"

"It has to be done," Jasper answered affirmatively. "A lot has been going on you don't know about, and they need to know all that has happened, and you're part of the problem. So it's only fair you're part of the solution," he smiled again. "And I want to show you off, of course" he chuckled.

"Well," Draco frowned, "if you want to... I still don't think it's wise-"

"Perfect," Jasper cut him short. "Then see you later," he kissed him and then he was gone, obviously running faster than any human could see.

The day got stranger and stranger, Draco thought as he walked out of the stall and back into the gym.

Isn't it going all a bit too quickly? he asked himself. From admitting you love a guy to being something like boyfriend in that short amount of time must have been a record, somewhere. He searched his feelings again, but he couldn't find an objective reason for it. Maybe real love is like that? He never had felt it before, so how should he know? And he got better at suppressing all his old, pure-blood fears and teachings. His parents probably would have never understood it, and maybe he himself never would fully, but when it came down to it, Martha was right. He had to be happy, not someone else and certainly not swapping his happiness for some archaic traditions or ideals. Shrugging, he went on to play, avoiding Bella this time. She might not know it, but she was a loaded weapon with any sport equipment. He shuddered as he imagined her involved in a match of Quidditch...

After school, Draco waited at the big tree near the car park. After what seemed like an eternity, Jasper suddenly appeared next to him. Smiling, he forcefully kissed Draco, caressing his hair.

"I missed you," Jasper said, smelling Draco's neck.

"Missed you, too", Draco said before thinking, almost instinctively. "And now?" he looked at Jasper with questioning eyes.

"Let's go somewhere remote, to talk," Jasper was about to grab him when Draco stopped him.

"You've been doing all that vampire-thing with me, sneaking up on me. It's time I think to show you what a real Wizard can do. Give me your hand," he said.

Jasper looked puzzled, but then gave in and gave him his hand. Draco took his wand and stepped closer to Jasper.

"Apparate!" he said forcefully. The usual feeling of apparition ripped at his stomach and when his vision was clear again, he was standing atop a large rock overlooking the ocean. Jasper let go of Draco's hand and almost fell to the ground from disorientation. Draco steadied him and pulled him up again.

"Usually happens to first-timers," he chuckled. "You have just been part of a Side-Along Apparition, dear," Draco said with just a hint of glee in his voice. "Now you're surprised, huh?"

Jasper was groping for words, Draco saw. "That was...amazing. Weird. Felt like I was being liquefied and sucked through a straw. Wow..."

"It's magic," Draco chuckled and sat down on a larger boulder close by. "You wanted to talk privately? How about here?"

"OK," Jasper nodded, still clearly dumbstruck by what had just happened. "Sorry," he shook his head. "It's just not something I expected..."

"Most Muggles don't," Draco said.

"Muggles?" Jasper couldn't place the word and it sounded strange from his mouth.

"Normal humans, without magic. That's what we call them."

Jasper sat down next to him, looking at the ocean roaring below them. "Maybe that's a reason you feel so differently," Jasper mused.

"Differently?" Draco looked at Jasper. "How do you mean that?"

"You smell...differently. Your blood, the smell..." he looked at Draco, and he was almost frightened by the hunger in those topaz eyes. "Your smell, it makes by inner beast roar, it wants you, and far more than you can imagine. Parts of me want to drink your precious blood, feast on it. But then again I have other feelings for you, too... I... Don't fear me, please...?" Jasper almost pleaded.

Draco felt a bit afraid, he admitted. Theoretically, Jasper could easily kill him. Wizard or no, he was limited by a mortal body – even wizards were somewhat stronger than normal humans. But how could he fear something he – he loved? Yes, he loved him, and love forgives, no? That's what Martha tried to teach him. And why not die, at the hand of Jasper? a darker side of him thought. At least then your miserable life would be over? He ever so slightly shook his head.

"I don't fear you, Jasper," Draco put his hand on his. "We are just both not quite normal, different. Together we may be stronger. And, as they say, love conquers all." At least he read that in a book or so.

Jasper smiled at him and it seemed, at least for a moment or so, that the pain in his eyes was blown away. "Thank you," he whispered. "It has not been easy for me," Jasper said quietly. "Edward and the others are living this lifestyle for a lot longer. I mean, not feeding on humans but animals. I...I used to feed on humans not so long ago." He sighed. "Everyday I am afraid I might slip, disappoint them, myself, everyone. The pressure is almost too much for me sometimes."

"I know about pressure..." Draco said. "I have my dark side, too," Draco winced. "For you, I may be no one particular. But from where I come, I am Draco, son of Lucius Malfoy, last heir to the Malfoy line of pure-blood Wizards, and through my mother member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. That's a lot of social pressure and expectations heaped on you, even before you are born," Draco said, and there was still more than just a dash of pride and haughtiness in his voice. It is important who you are, he remembered his father telling him when he was standing in front of the large family tree of the Black family in 12 Grimauld Place. But now he knew that it is also important who you want to be, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be what his father had imagined back then.

"Pure-blood?" Jasper interrupted him. "You're not drinking blood, too?" He asked almost jokingly. "Edward heard you think that term before..."

"What?" Draco looked sharply at Jasper. "He reads minds? My mind?"

"He does," Jasper nodded, "but relax. He can't read yours clearly: Just...white noise and some words now and then. Maybe it is because you are a...wizard?" The word sounded strange in his mouth. "But you can talk with Edward tonight, he can tell you more..."

Draco looked at him for a bit longer, then shrugged. "Well, you asked about pure-blood. It's not like we drink blood or so. A pure-blood family comes from an all-Wizard family, without Muggle blood in the family. Or so we claim. It also leads to an ideology, that postulates we pure-bloods are the pinnacle of the Wizarding world and the human world, above everyone else." Draco winced when he thought about how he actually believed every word of it. Before the war. Before his life crashed and burnt around him. "It also lead to a War, a lot of people died on both sides, and Muggles. I believed in it, in what my parents told me, what I saw was true..." Draco started crying. "I hurt so many people, brought pain, destruction, all for the wrong reasons. Only in the end, when it was too late, I was forced to see the ugly truth," he sobbed, tears running freely down his cheeks.

"It's OK," Jasper consoled him. "No one is perfect, and I am the last to judge. Everyone deserves a fresh start. Even us," he smiled at Draco and took his hand, squeezing.

They talked for what seemed like hours to them, talking about past histories, and laid everything bare before the other. It was a very thorough catharsis, leaving nothing to be said. And Jasper understood. He simply understood and was there for him. It really was a new experience for him, even more so than talking with Martha. An experience he didn't want to be without in the future. Whatever it might bring, he would not step back now.

When they finished – and almost too late for the meeting with Jasper's family – Draco apparated them into his room, so he could quickly change. He was still quite aware of his looks, and he would be damned if he let inconvenient things like life-changing experiences get in the way of looking his best.

While changing, he thought he heard Jasper make some less than flattering comments about Draco's vanity, and something about being like Alice, or something. He wasn't sure, but he would ask later, Draco decided.

He quickly said to Martha that he would be gone, without going too much into details right then. He would have to tell her, he knew, but maybe not immediately. Let the matter settle a bit more before opening yet another keg...

After the third apparition, this time directly to the Cullen's house, Jasper looked a lot steadier and a bit used to the whole ordeal.

Draco, on the other hand, felt like his stomach would congeal into a freezing lump. He wasn't sure what to expect, even if Jasper had tried to sooth his anxiety.

The house, Draco thought as he looked at it more closely now the second time he saw it, was almost a piece of art, fitting beautifully in the lush forest around it. Of course, compared to Malfoy Manor, it did look a bit smallish, but you couldn't have everything, right?

When Jasper ushered him in, Draco snapped out of his amazement, and classic Malfoy upbringing kicked in, and he straightened his back.

"Whoa there," Jasper whistled. "Now I can see what Edward meant with 'looking like royalty'. You can relax, I told you. No one is going to eat you tonight," he chuckled dryly.

"Still..." Draco huffed, then chuckled. "I will do my best, OK?"

Jasper led them through the nicely decorated entrance into the main room. It was quite a nice interior, Draco decided as he looked around. The art pieces were perfectly matching the furniture and everything looked almost too clean like an armada of house elves had stormed through the room.

And then, there was the family. Emmett and Rosalie, sitting together on the couch, and looking at him with a mixture of reservation and curiosity. Edward was sitting across from them on a little stool, and he looked like only half of his mind was present and the other half somewhere else entirely. Alice was sitting cross-legged on the floor and Draco couldn't quite read her. He got conflicting signals. Hurt, pain, but also joy and happiness? He ignored the thought. At the back of the room, a man and woman Draco assumed to be Carlisle and Esme Cullen, stood side by side. It was strange, but both almost physically radiating warmth and compassion, like they would always forgive you, whatever you did. Maybe that's what real parents should look?

"You must be Draco," Carlisle said and walked towards him. Extending his hand, Draco took it. "A pleasure, Mr. Cullen," he answered.

"My pleasure, Draco," he smiled warmly. "This is my wife, Esme, and I assume you know the rest of the family already?"

He nodded towards Esme and the others. "Yes, indeed, we have met at school."

"Now, Jasper told us there is something to discuss of high importance, and he wouldn't tell us what. And Edward here," he pointed at him with fake indignation, "promised not to tell anything until you're here. So, let's get the cat out of the bag, no?"

He saw Jasper wince besides him and then breathed deeply. "OK, so here it goes," he finally said.

"Don't kill me, or something. Item one: Draco and I are, well, together. But I guess you already knew that," he looked at Alice. "I didn't want it to happen, but it was out of my control..."

"We understand, Jazz," Rosalie said in an amazing outburst of compassion, "Alice made us." She chuckled.

"Well then," Jasper went on, "now there's a bit of complication. Draco knows what we are." Suddenly, Draco felt as if the room temperature was dropping dramatically, but he stood his ground. "Relax, please. He really knew before, well, almost," Jasper continued. "But trust me, he won't tell. Since there's more to him than just good looks."

Emmett groaned. "Please..."

"Carlisle," Jasper looked at him, "you mentioned something about magicians before, in your youth. Well, it wasn't all a fairy tale..." He nodded towards Draco.

He took out his wand and pointed it at a vase standing on the couch table and transfigured it into a small bonsai tree.

"What the hell!" Emmett burst out, looking intently at the tree, the others looked alternately at the tree and Draco.

"I will be damned," Carlisle whispered. "It was true... But I never ever saw anything like this..."

"We try to keep ourselves secret," Draco said into the stunned atmosphere. "Just like you."

"There are more like you?" Carlisle asked.

"A lot, actually. Not as much as Mug- as normal people, but big enough. We call it the Wizarding world, and it barely recognise the outside world."

"In all my centuries, I have never known..." Carlisle actually looked a bit shocked.

"If it helps you," Draco answered, "no one knows about you. Well, we know about vampires, but, and that's a big but, the vampires I know are completely different from you, except the blood thing, of course."
"That's why I think we don't have to fear anything from him about our secrecy. We and him have something fundamental to hide, so..."

Carlisle nodded in understanding. "So Draco," he said warmly, once he got over his shock, "tell us more about you..."

When Draco finally dropped into a bed, Jasper looked at him with mesmerising intensity. "It wasn't that bad, no?"

"No, it wasn't," Draco murmured, parts of him already falling asleep. "I love you, you know that?"

"I do," Jasper said. The last thing Draco felt before falling into a deep, comatose sleep was Jasper's hand stroking his cheek. And for once, Draco wasn't afraid of nightmares.