Author's Note:

Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Side-Pairings: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnegan (Decreased); More shall be displayed as the fic continues.

Brief Summary: Draco Malfoy is a vampire slayer. His sole purpose in life is to kill as many vampires as he can. Since wizard's blood is poisonous to vampires; he has been rather successful. His most recent hunt has eliminated several of the foul creatures; including their leader... or so he thinks. The vampire house leader, Harry Potter, was somehow able to survive and is now stronger than ever. Harry is now out for revenge. He will stop at nothing to kill the grey eyed wizard that almost destroyed him.

Warnings: M/M sex, mild violence and Wizard bashing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, in all entirety, belongs to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story. Any similarity with any person/people is simply coincidental.

CHAPTER 4: The long-awaited meet and greet

The more he thought about it, the more Draco realized that something was deceptively wrong. No task should be this easy; especially not one issued by the Dark Lord himself.

The blonde haired wizard sighed. He had no choice now, either ways. His soul was in Voldemort's possession and nothing, other than completing the sodding tasks, would bring it back to him.

And now having dealt with Voldemort's second job, Draco was growing quite desperate to begin bringing light back to his out-on-loan soul.

Ironically, this was exactly the reason why he'd bargained for the ability of Divination in the first place. The ability of predicting the future was a skill of the Light. He knew that sacrifices had to be made to keep the skill intact but ultimately, it would be for the greater good.

Referring with a glance to the instructions from the dusty old book he had dug up from his trunk, Draco nodded in satisfaction. The potion was nearly complete.

The book had been his godfather's gift to him when he was younger and Draco was glad to find that the notes on the edges had helped him to complete a potion reserved for five days in a mere twenty-four hours.

The potion now had to sit undisturbed for a couple of hours. A courier would arrive at daybreak for the pickup, he was sure. Voldemort had an uncanny ability to find out when he had finished his work. What happened after the potion left his hands did not concern him even if it did give him the chills.

Standing on his tiptoes—though some would label him short, Draco liked to think of himself as average in height for a seventeenth-century man—he carefully placed the vial on top of the refrigerator. His wand was nowhere in sight and he forewent the statis spell. It wasn't as if anyone would move the vial against his wishes, anyhow.

"See you in the morning—" Arms still raised high, Draco averted his attention from the vial suddenly as his senses focused on something nearby.

A non-mortal being was close. He had always felt such a presence as an intuitive clamp tightening his scalp. Who or what…?

A discernible wave shuddered through his apartment as if it were a frisson moving the air. He could actually see the air molecules and walls and furniture be displaced in a wavery shiver. His heart dropped two inches.

Draco felt his mouth dry up. It couldn't be what he was suspecting it was.

"My wards are breeched?" The moment the thought entered his mind, the aristocratic wizard scoffed.

Impossible.

The entire block was warded to warn him of impending danger. The apartment building was cloaked and set to alarm should an enemy cross the threshold to the first-floor foyer. And if anyone, creature or being, got past all that, the repulse ward he'd set up to span twenty feet about his property should have alerted him like a punch to the gut.

"Something must have glitched then."

Again, impossible.

Wood creaked. Heavy metal bolts tore from hinges. Someone was at his door; possibly trying to force an entry. That doused Draco out of his surprised haze.

Weapons. He thought in a panic. He needed to protect himself.

A loud slam echoed from around the corner of the kitchen. The crash of the front door to the floor made Draco jump at least a mile into the air. Chaotic commotion vibrated throughout the apartment.

Draco spun around to escape but his elbow hit hard against the refrigerator door handle. Before he could register the pain, his grey eyes focused on the precious potion placed on the top. Almost in slow motion, Draco watched as the vial on the top tethered for a single second, before tumbling down on top of his silken strands.

Splattered with an officious rain of chocolate smelling wetness, he scrambled with shaking hands to right the vial but as the potion continued to drip, the wizard swallowed and stared at the mess.

"Screw it!" He muttered under his breath. Draco didn't have time to deal with non-essentials like ruined potions.

Someone—or something—had invaded his home. And his closest weapon was in the artillery closet across the living room. No matter whatever happened, Draco had to get his hands on it.

He took two steps, trying not to let the gripping fear immobilize him. However, before he could make any more progress, he was slammed into a force so substantial that it set him back and thumped his shoulders against the fridge. Again.

When Draco recovered his bearings, he came face to face with a frightening sight. A man stood in his kitchen, blocking his path.

Big and imposing. Dark, so dark. Raven-black hair flowed about his head in a frenzied mess and broad shoulders like a wicked flag warning against cutthroats. Black leather creaked as he fisted his fingers together.

As the droplets of the spell dribbled down his forehead, Draco spat at the liquid. However, his gaze remained captured by the shining emerald eyes of the man. Electricity charged between them; drowning him and making him stare at the handsomely rugged creature.

Within the strange mist in his mind, however, Draco saw the intruder for his truth—a vampire.

His new-found skill helped him with it. Draco could easily distinguish their kind as they wore an aura like glittering rubies shadowed with ash. Indeed, the ability of Divination was valuable. He'd never regret making a deal with the devil.

But that this creature had permeated his wards and stood in his home staring him down as if Draco were his next meal, infuriated him. How had he entered without verbal permission anyhow?

A vampire could not cross a private threshold uninvited and if there was a loophole around such a thing, then Draco definitely wanted to know it.

Whatever the glitch that had allowed the dark haired vampire entrance, Draco wasn't about to bemoan his privacy or his safety. He didn't need weapons this time. This one, he could even battle with his hands tied behind his back.

Letting a smirk break across his face, Draco bit the inside of his cheek, tasting the blood and sucking it into his saliva.

The long tooth would be ash in no time.

Additional Author's Note:

Sadly, my amazing plan for double update failed as I was dragged into visiting my grandmother with my mom for a celebratory birthday party. Hope you all forgive me. I promise I shall make it up to you. By the way, some people complained that my chapters are too short. How many of you think so?

Thank you for those Followed/Favorited the story. Reviews would be appreciated and even answered, if I get the time.

So, did you all catch my reference to the fact that Draco is drenched in a (gasp!) Love Potion. I think some of you would probably figure out where I am going with this. ;)