Elves and Vampires

Draco Malfoy snuck in a side door. He knew his father wasn't home yet, but he feared his mother finding him. His mother had no compunction against telling his father how Draco got home. She did everything she could to please him, and if that meant her son had to conform to his each and every whim that didn't bother her in the slightest.

He was very thankful when he entered the enormous house finding it quite empty. He reached the hall and then ran to his room and quickly changed. He tried to calm himself and slow his breathing before he met his mother. She would know something was wrong, whether she knew what it was or not, she would tell Lucius and he was very good at getting to Draco's secrets. Draco was usually quite terrified of his father. Despite knowing every trick his father had ever thought up, Draco was not immune to them, he was very much inclined to making his father happy.

Unfortunately, that usually meant he himself was unhappy. Now however, he was doing just a small thing for himself. It wasn't going to hurt anyone, he wasn't going to walk home anymore, he'd gotten scared, he'd been kissed he wasn't going there ever again. Since that was already decided, there truly was no need for his father to find out, nor to get into trouble. It was a situation that was truly forgettable with little to no effort. Besides, it wasn't like he even listened to the crazy vampire.

It was weird though, Draco thought as he finished changing. He had always been told vampires were cruel and hurtful. His mother was an elf, but his dad was a human. His dad never hurt his mom, only disciplined her a little, but that was because she made mistakes. Vampires were known to torture their chosen mate near to death just for kicks, and as elves disliked fighting so much by nature, they allowed themselves to be abused. That was why Lucius wanted Draco to stay away from them. He didn't want his only son, an elf and prone to letting people hurt him harmed in such a way. When it was time, he would be introduced to a proper female and have a family with no pain or torture. But this vampire, this Potter had never once tried to hurt him. It was true that he kissed Draco without permission, but it wasn't painful. And he seemed to give orders rather easily and expected to be obeyedd, but he didn't demand an answer, he wasn't going to know if Draco had obeyed him and he hadn't promised retribution if Draco didn't obey. It was all very confusing.

Draco decided to put it out of his mind until later that night when he didn't have to face his family and pretend nothing had happened and it was a normal day. He walked down the long hallway and strode easily down the front staircase. Once he reached the bottom he entered the blue parlor. His mother was always there when he returned from school. And when he left she was in the yellow parlor. Lucius liked to know where to find her every minute of every day, but he did not want to force her to stay in one room all day. Nor was she a child to keep a tracking device on. Draco had outgrown his by the time he was ten. Before that he had had the tendency to hide in cupboards and stuff trying to play and fall asleep. This would put the whole house in an uproar to find him and his father didn't enjoy coming home to the panic that ensued every time he disappeared.

"Hello mother." Draco greeted her with a perfunctory kiss on the air near her right cheek.

"Draco darling I didn't hear you come in." Narcissa smiled at him.

"I didn't want to disturb you." Draco answered already bored.

"Well dear, would you like to do your homework in here?" Narcissa asked.

"Sure." Draco answered slightly surprised. He hadn't done any homework in the parlor since he was thirteen and made messes by piling papers everywhere. His father did not like messes no matter how easily they were cleaned or tidied. He'd been instructed to do his homework in his own privete study at the desk. "Father won't be mad will he?" Draco asked cautiously.

"Gracious no. Just be sure to keep your homework in a clean neat corner. Lucius wishes to talk to you tonight anyway and it would be much easier to find you here than looking in all your rooms." Narcissa answered picking up her mail again. She was making some party or something for older people.

"All right. I'll just settle over here than." Draco answered sitting on a nearby sofa, he was slightly surprised that Lucius wanted to see him. They were going to eat together anyway, so it wasn't going to be hard to find him at suppertime.

"That's perfect dear." Narcissa answered absently already looking over the menus for her upcoming party.

Two hours later, Draco had just finished his homework and started to pack up when his father walked into the room.

"Hello Narcissa, Draco." Lucius greeted kissing his mother's hand.

"Lucius dear, I'm so glad you're home, dinner is ready, waiting to be served and Draco is just putting his homework away. We can be eating in ten minutes if you wish." Narcissa answered laying aside her party plans and standing up demurely for her husband.

"Yes, that would suit me very well." Lucius answered. "Hurry now Draco, you're not supposed to be doing homework here."

"I told him he could since you wished to talk with him. I didn't wish for you to have to search for him." Narcissa answered in his defence.

Lucius responded with a quick open-palmed slap causing Narcissa to gasp. A hand-print quickly formed on Narcissa's cheek, it would quickly fade to nothing. "You know the rules. You do not change them without my support." Lucius snapped commandingly.

"Yes dear." Narcissa answered meekly after her shock dissapated. She looked down at the floor as she finished talking. "I will go make sure the servants know you are home and are ready to sup." Narcissa answered her head still down.

"You know I don't want to hurt you." Lucius answered pain masking his voice.

"I know, I just make mistakes. I am sorry husband." Narcissa answered as she gracefully but quickly exited the room to finish her taks.

"Hurry up Draco, you don't want to be late for dinner." Lucius commanded his son before following his wife out of the room.

Draco quickly raced to his room and threw his bag on the floor. Quickly brushing his hair into place he headed for the dining room in a light jog. Being late was punishable, but so was looking disheveled and out of breath. A Malfoy was a Malfoy after all and appearances had to be kept.

"Well Draco, I have some very good news." Lucius spoke to Draco after a ten-minute silence when the main course had been served.

"I shall be excited to hear it father." Draco strived to make his voice excited but not overly so. He wished to seem mature and sophisticated, rather than the sixteen years he truly was.

"Your mother and I are throwing a party in this weekend, you shall come along and join us instead of remaining in your rooms. You are sixteen now, it is time you started to meet some of your peers." Lucius announced imperiously.

"That is wonderful news father." Draco tried to appear happy rather than the disappointment flowing through his bones. A party with a million old people, none of whom would dance or know anything about a teenager. It was unlikely any of them would bring someone he could talk with either.

"Narcissa dear, I know you're making the guest list." Lucius talked to her in an undertone Draco couold barely hear. "However you must add Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to the list. I know they are unsavory characters and with that awful child they're raising. However, it seems I will be dealing with them in business and I need them to attend."

"Of course, it will be done to your liking husband." Narcissa answered.

"I just hope they don't bring that orphan they're raising. He's just not fit to mix with Draco's company. Honestly, why anybody should leave a child like that to any fate other than death is beyond me." Lucius fumed at the thought.

Draco assumed there was a possibility of another teenager at the party. He was excited at that prospect and hoped it was just some slightly more poor family rather than a vampire teen as he feared from his father's mutterings.

When supper was finished, Draco retired to his room and quickly got ready for bed. It was a bit earlier than usual, but he was tired and encountering the vampire in the park was a bit of a traumatic feeling for him. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to touch himself. And even if he did, it was obviously some natural by-product of being a male and it wasn't like he was going to think of the vampire. No matter how sexy the other boy had looked in bad-ass black leather. He looked like he had belonged to some biker gang. It totally wasn't what Draco was into. Not that Draco was into males of course, he just hadn't yet found the right female for himself. The fact that he thought of any male as sexy was just coincidence. Even if he had never once used the word on a female before, he'd never used it to characterise any other male either. It was nothing to worry about.

Draco climbed into his bed and tried to banish the thoughts of the boy from his mind. However, he was unable to sleep with his hard flesh reminding him that it wasn't yet satisfied. The easiest way to get any sleep was to make his flesh happy Draco reasoned as his hand slipped into the waistband of his silk payjama bottoms. His hand caressed the hard flesh softly before gripping it. He pulled softly on the length a few times just enjoying the sensations. In his mind's eye a picture of Harry as he'd seen him up close appeared. Moaning Draco started to tug faster on himself. He wasn't going to last long. His hand moved faster of it's own accord, his hand tightening until it was almost of bruising force.

"Oh, oh, ohhh." Draco moaned as the pressure built. Then he broke his own word. "Harry, OH GOD, Harry, YES!" Draco called out loudly very glad for the sound-proofing of his room. Panting from his efforts, Draco knew he should get up and clean himself off. But he was just too tired. Not to mention slightly embarassed. Then he decided to ignore it, it wasn't like he would ever see the boy again, so why bother thinking about it.