Author's Note:

Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Side-Pairings: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnegan (Decreased); Harry Potter/Ginerva Weasley (Past); 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/Msex, mild cursing 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. The chapter title is attributed to the famous song by Green Day.

CHAPTER 8: Wake me up when September ends.

The world had changed between the moment when Draco Malfoy was standing in the kitchen, getting ready for his evening routine and right now, wherever he was, and that was never a good thing.

Everything felt… horizontal and it also smelled different. Not a repulsive tang but an untamed scent that immediately set up the wizard's shackles. Words flashed across his mind as Draco tried to access the surroundings without moving from his spot.

Danger. Predator. Unsafe. Vampire.

A low murmuring hum sounded nearby and Draco's eyes instantaneously snapped open without thought. Immediately, he became aware of two things.

First, his neck and shoulders hurt; badly, almost as if a pair of Hippogriffs had trampled over them.

The second and infinitely more alarming realization came from the pair of bright green eyes hovering right above him. Getting closer. As if… someone was going to kiss him.

Instincts kicked in and Draco immediately smashed his fist into the creep's jaw. The man reeled upright, smoothing a palm along his face but instead of the expected anger, Draco was surprised to see the green eyed male lean back over him and grin a rogue's saucy smirk. "I love it when you play rough, dragon."

The second punch that Draco threw cracked his nose, bruised the blonde's hand and derailed the man for a moment. The vampire slayer took this opportunity to quickly align himself into a sitting position upon the thick comforter.

Shaking his head and sliding him another roguish grin, much to Draco's disbelief, the big brute of a vampire swiped the blood off his upper lip and chuckled. "Try the left side next time, okay? Wouldn't want you to knock a tooth loose, love. Might need it for breakfast later."

So that was how Draco found himself punching the green-eyed vampire for the third consecutive time; on the same side.

At least, that got the vampire to retaliate: the brunette clamped a hand around Draco's fists and wrangled them into a tight clasp. "That's enough, gorgeous." The blonde was slammed backward and before he could wrap his mind around what was happening, he was pinned to the bed. Tension salted the air with a strong urgency as the vampire smiled softly. "Or you'll get me thinking you're as madly in love with me as I am with you."

Draco would have stopped what happened next had he had any idea that it would happen. As it was, he found his lips crushed against the vampire's mouth in a brutal and forceful kiss. It was all Draco could do to twist his head aside and break his lips free from the blissful torture.

As the vampire's lips grazed his jaw, the wizard felt the other man grin against his skin.

Tall, dark and ruthless; the vampire had developed a weird method of dispatching his vengeance and had successfully managed to throw the infamous slayer off balance. Draco slapped away his roaming hand before the brunette could stroke his face.

Stroke him?

As in gently?

A vampire?!

Draco was befuddled and to his credit, the vampire didn't react to the defensive move with another body slam or kiss, though, he did kneel on the bed, leaning over the blonde's body, hands above Draco's shoulders and a dark pitiful expression but inches from his face.

Yeah, it was more pitiful than predatory. Kind of a puppy dog stare, if Draco had to label it.

As the man leaned closer once more, the situation struck home for Draco Malfoy. A vampire was in his home. On his bed. Near enough to— "What the hell?! Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Changed my mind." The green-eyed male offered, an apologetic smile playing on his lips.

Draco, even more confused than before, attempted to knee the man off him but the brunette easily countered his efforts, managing to remain on top of him.

"Obviously, when I first arrived here, my thoughts were clouded by our past encounter. Got a little carried away, didn't I? Hope you will forgive me, dragon." The vampire stroked Draco's cheek again, his eyes fixed upon the blonde's face with a serious expression.

"A little…? Fucking Merlin! You came here to kill me. You are supposed to get carried away! What the hell are you doing now—don't you dare kiss me!" Draco tried to move back but there wasn't much place with the brunette's arms trapping him on the bed.

"I… If it's what you wish?" Thankfully enough, the imminent kiss aborted. Draco watched with suspicious eyes as the vampire raked a hand over his mane of dark hair and sighed, looking as confused as he himself felt. "Don't know what got into me. I don't normally attack those I care about."

That was the last straw. Draco kicked against the vampire's chest with one foot, his face a mask of hatred and anger. How dare the vampire play around with him?! What drugs had he sucked out of his last victim?

"Get away from me, you bloodsucking longtooth!"

As Draco scrambled backward across the bed, now finally free from the vampire's ensnare, his head hit the wooden headboard and a sharp spike of pain overwhelmed him for a moment.

At the vampire's worried expression, Draco cursed under his breath. The pain had helped in sharpening his perspective. He knew that there was nowhere he could escape. His house was carefully warded and there were no weapons in his bedroom, that is, if one doesn't consider books, scented oils and a luscious nine-hundred-count sheet as a weapon.

The vampire sat on the far edge of his bed—on Draco's own quilt that he'd saved from his mother's belongings—as if they were chums or pals. Sensing that the brunette was about to make another attempt at approaching him, Draco moved back even further, a guarded expression on his face. "Back off, vampire!"

"Take your time, sweetheart. I am not going anywhere."

Draco hadn't expected this answer and the worst thing was that he could see it in those irritatingly expressive eyes that the vampire meant every word he had said.

Additional Author's Note:

A short chapter, but hey, it's Christmas. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone.

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Next up, we have some figuring out going on between the two men...