Black Eden

Ryu Hunter had been quietly conversing with his friend Allen in a small coffee shop just outside of Montreal when he started hearing the moans. He groaned inwardly, thinking who it might be when he heard \"Oh! OH! Ryuuuuuuuu!\" moaned into his mind. Half of his mouth twisted up in a smirk worthy of a Malfoy. It seemed like his friend was having quite the time by himself.

\"Earth to Hunter!\" a small shout came from Allen. Allen Avery was his current almost-but-not-quite boyfriend. He and Harry had met awkwardly when Harry had come to Ryu\'s flat to collect some his things. They looked alike. Not some weird \"are you twins?\" kind of alike, but close enough that Harry\'s eyes looked hurt and guarded even when he looked at the new black haired green eyed replacement. Of course, Allen\'s eyes weren\'t clear-green, or pure green. They had a smidgen of too much brown in them, but not enough to be called hazel. And his hair was too long, and not messy like Harry\'s was. Allen was 6\'1, while Harry\'s lithe frame was carried on a shorter stature of 5\'7.

Ryu knew this things, and noticed the ways in which they were completely different. While Allen was carefree Harry was reserved ... while out in public, at least.

\"Apologies, many of them. I have to be on the way of the place called home. Allen sighed, annoyed, but nodded after a moment of silence when Ryu looked torn between leaving and doing whatever, and leaving and being a bit happier.

\"Talk to you tomorrow?\" Allen asked slightly ashamed of his insecurities. While he appeared perfect and happy on the outside, he was truly very shy and insecure at the same time being outgoing and courageous. He was an enigma of sorts.

Ryu left this enigma, for a while, at least, until he had found Harry and smirked at him at least once. Now was the time for smirking.


***


Draco was chewing on a piece of perfectly marinated chicken in the Great Hall when he heard the moans. He choked on the mouthful, and luckily enough Blaise Zabini was there to give him the heimlich.

A few Hufflepuffs were openly gawking at him, a Malfoy, choking and having tears in his eyes from it. He snarled at them, \"Have nothing better to do?\" and of course, they ran away like he knew they would. He sighed and looked gratefully at his best friend. After returning that morning, disheveled and looking thoroughly snogged, Blaise had cornered him in the dorms and asked him what the hell he was doing. Blaise, of course, knew about the whole vampire thing. Draco had excluded that Potter himself was a vampire.

Draco HAD bitten him on more than seven occasions. Blaise understood, and was usually eager to help (Draco thought it was for his own pleasure and not to help him) and would bare his neck at anytime. But while Draco loved and admired his friend, and would snog and bite him, that was it - they were friends. He didn\'t feel that ... that jump in his heart (yes, vampires still had hearts that pumped blood), that electric current running under his skin. There were no fireworks, insert cheese factor here, Draco thought, when Blaise touched him.

However, there was oddly enough, that spark when Potter touched him. He sneered involuntarily. How the hell did he end up shagging, and being shagged, by the Prick That Lived? Why would he ... ? Oh yes. He had bitten Blaisey-boo and ran to Snapes quarters. His lip raised with amusement. Yes, he had gone to Snapes, saw him and Lupin half naked, Harry with blood on his lips and had basically gone berserk. Oh. Yeah. That.

He had been silently thrilled when school started that Harry had been alive, well, not alive-alive but as close as one could come in that position. Draco stifled a giggle at that thought ... \'come\', in that \'position\'. He really was quite immature sometimes. Anyway, he\'d connected to the vampire that killed him and thanked him for saving the world while at the same time having a reprimanding tone about him.

He liked the new Har - Potter! He liked the new Potter. Potter was not Harry. Not Harry. Notharrynotharrynotharry ... this stream of thought melded together until Blaise whacked him in the head and he grinned sheepishly. Then realized where he was and why he had choked.

Draco smirked wickedly and excused himself from Blaise\'s company, not even bothering with a reason as to why. He knew where Harry was, as Harry\'s smell was different than everyone elses ... it was cleaner.

\"Oh Pottttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeerr,\" he crowed around the hallway where he knew he\'d see Potter. \"Potter?\" Blasted Potter, leaving right after having a wank! And who was this \'Ryu\' character, anyway? His eyes unconsciously narrowed as his hands curled into fists. \"No, no. Draco Lucius Darien Malfoy, you are NOT JEALOUS of a fucking muggle-born turned vampire with gorgeous green eyes and a perfect arse. No, you are definitely not jealous,\" Draco concluded. Hey, whoever said Malfoy\'s were sane? No one, that\'s who. And Draco was a Malfoy and he most definitely was NOT lusting after the Boy Who Didn\'t Die. He felt his heart plummet at that thought - no one was going to hurt Har-POTTER! he screamed the last name of his former archival? Since when were they \'former\'? He argued with himself while following Potter\'s scent down the hall and to a closed doorway where muffled speaking could be heard.

\"And you have been great?\" Draco\'s head slammed up from the door his ear was pressed to. He knew that voice. That fucking Asian-french bastard.

Anger overcame him with a wave of jealousy - damn his emotions to hell! - and he found himself blasting at the door with a burst of magic. He could not have expected what he saw. Potter and the Asian-french bastard were sitting opposite each other, completely calm and collected. No traces of having fucked or even touched each other. Both looked at him. The darker haired of the two with a hint of amusement, and Ryu with a tight smile and a traceable amount of fear in his eyes. Damn right he should be scared!

\"Potter,\" Draco ground out between gritted teeth. \"When you wank could you keep your mind to yourself!\" It was not a question, but a demand in disguise as one. He looked to the older vampire with no trace of like on his face. \"And you!\" he said with venom in his voice. \"Do you KNOW how many nights I\'ve been kept awake because you\'re buggering some fucking Allen guy that you don\'t give a fuck about?\" Draco screamed with his arms in the air, exasperated. \"My mind picks up on basically everything you do, as well as my other contacts.\" He sneered.

\"Contacts?\" Potter meeped out. Oh shite! He just gave away that the bastard was one of his contacts. He mentally slammed his head against a wall. \"You\'re - y-you know each ... other?!\" He looked and sounded mortified.

\"Yes, Potter. Goddess, you are an idiot sometimes.\" He didn\'t add what he was thinking - to himself - \'Even if it makes me want to fuck you all the more.\' Sighing, Draco gave up and mentally and physically threw his hands into the air and progressed towards his \'prey\', aka Harry Potter. The bastard hadn\'t said anything thus far, just looked on with interest.

\"Leaving two alone results in many ideas which I not wanting to see, will depart.\" Harry, used to Ryu\'s speech-type, just nodded and kept his eyes fixed on the advancing Draco. Who paid no attention to the one apparating out of the room and going to who knows where.

\"You,\" Draco snarled at the pale green eyed boy in front of him, \"are never to touch that bastard again. Ever!\" He made his point clearer by putting his hands on Harry\'s shoulders and forcing him farther back into the plushy couch. Straddling the shocked boy beneath him, Draco leant forward and bit Potter\'s bottom lip drawing a fat drop of irresistible blood.

Despite the leap of arousal in him, Harry didn\'t want to shag right there, not even knowing what room he was in. He frantically tried to pry the other vampire off of him to no avail.

\"Come on, Malfoy! Get off!\" He increased his efforts in getting the blond off of him and away. The more they shagged, the more it would become evident that they were mates - though it was already blatantly obvious to Harry. Why else would he be thinking of the stupid git all the time? Wishing that he could wrap his arms and legs around him and just hold him. And it hadn\'t even been 24 hours yet since they first fucked! They hated each other just yesterday. \"No! Malfoy. Nooooooooo,\" the last word was dragged out on a moan as Draco bit into his collarbone, not hard enough to draw blood, but as he sucked on it Harry knew that it would leave yet another vibrant hickey.

Draco lifter his head, his mouth smeared with blood on pouting lips. An eyebrow was quirked up. \"No?\" Harry shook his head a frantic \'yes!\' and Draco\'s weight was suddenly lifted off of him and his robes were thrown at him. When were they taken off? He slipped into it, silently watching the blond pace back and forth in front of him, his hands raking through his hair, making it stand up in places. The only way Harry could describe it was \'cute\'. And Draco Malfoy did not do cute ... that he thought, anyway.

Fastening his robes closed Harry finally looked up completely at the half naked boy in front of him, who\'s hair was ruffled in the back and stood up, making Draco look like a cuddled kitten. Harry started to melt at the image of the Malfoy being a cute adorable kitten ... then looked at the expression on that particular Malfoy\'s face.

He was not happy. \"What? What do you want from me, Potter?!\" Draco started shouting, throwing his hands around and waving them in the air. \"Huh, Potter? Your body and your scent ... ohhh, your scent ... well, you\'re sending out all these messages like \"FUCK ME!\" and then wanking in the hall? And then thinking about that sick fuck while your at it?\" Draco\'s voice had dropped a bit, but not much. Harry was sure if there was anyone out in the hall they were definitely getting an ear full. He was, to be certain.

\"I-I ... \" Harry fumbled for an answer that he didn\'t have. He knew that Draco was too furious to be asked about his knowing Ryu. Draco\'s eyes pierced him, and there were both fury and guilt warring in them among the quicksilver.

\"That\'s right. YOU! You. Have you not realized by now that you are mine? I am yours. You stupid fucking idiot! We\'ve basically already consummated it by shagging like horny little bunnies. So what\'s stopping me from claiming you, huh? Do you know? Do you want to know?\" Draco\'s voice was insistent, icy. Harry minutely shook his head a small \'yes\' and gasped as Draco\'s hands curled into white fists and then uncurled, only to start pinching himself on the thigh and waist. It looked painful, and Harry had no idea why he was doing this to himself. \"I don\'t want to force you into anything. I don\'t want to hurt you. I don\'t want you to wake up next to me in 5 years and think that it was a mistake, being with me.\" Harry\'s mouth dropped open and he grasped hopelessly at something to say. Anything to say.

\"Malfoy I - \" suddenly Draco\'s face was right in front of his, and his hands were dangerously close to Harry\'s neck, he could feel the fingers flexing on his shoulders.

\"See? If you can\'t fucking even call me by my name how are you supposed to love me? Be with me?\" Stepping away, looking disgusted at himself and the entire situation, Draco flung his own robes over himself and walked to the closed door, slamming it open. With a flourish, after walking through and looking at Harry, he slammed it shut.

Leaving Harry alone in the unfamiliar room. Desolate and all of a sudden depressed, Harry found himself hugging a pillow on the couch, curling up and finding comfort in the folds and warmth of the nice comfy couch. Sleepily yawning, Harry decided that he should go back to the dorms and ... he didn\'t get to finish the thought, as he was already asleep.


***


\"Calm down! What happened!?\" Blaise asked as he bounced excitedly on Draco\'s bed. It was so obvious that the poor boy had no life of his own, and had to live through Draco. Well, that wasn\'t entirely true ... he was seeing an awful lot of that Colin Creevey and his bloody camera. Draco looked at the boy across from him on the comfortable bed, wondering about him. He knew that Blaise was kind of a solitary person in whatever he did, even with sex he wouldn\'t talk about it with Draco. Even if the sex had been with Draco. But Draco decided to humor him for the time being and pry about Creevey later.

\"When I choked while eating lunch umm, I was hearing him wank.\" Blaise blushed at this, but still looked on with interest. \"He was moaning in his head some nonsense about the Fucking Bastard, as I\'ve come to address him,\" Blaise\'s eyebrow went up.

\"Details, please? Who\'s the Fucking Bastard? And how do you know him? And ...\" Draco cut him off, stopping the overly eager boy from asking too many things at once.

\"Harry\'s a vampire,\" Draco slightly chuckled at the expression on his friends face. It was priceless. Draco stretched out more onto the bed, his head resting on one of Blaise\'s knees. He continued. \"And we\'re mates.\" The expression was one of complete shock, horror, envy and wonder. But Blaise, wisely did not speak, afraid Draco would stop talking. \"Anyway, the Fucking Bastard is the vampire that killed him and turned him. I was there when Harry died. The FB wouldn\'t let me help, and I then still hated Harry. So I didn\'t turn him, but the Fucking Bastard did. Well, I made him turn Harry. No. I made a very forceful suggestion, and he, wisely, took it. Anyway, until the beginning of school on the train I had no idea if Harry was alive or not, really. Yes,\" he rolled his eyes at his friends understanding look, accompanied by a stolen smirk, \"that is why I tracked him down on the train and hexed him. It wasn\'t really a hex. It was more of a \"hello, I\'m glad you\'re alive, you stupid Gryffindor!\" kind of thing, you know? But Granger got in the way and deflected it as only she would, with her PURSE. A shiny purse. Augh, whatever!\" Draco rolled over until he was lying on his stomach and he could shove his head into the Blaise-smelling pillow. Blaise smelled like exotic oils, and strange named flowers and pepper. Draco sighed into the comfortable pillow and didn\'t speak.

\"Awww, come on! Don\'t leave me hanging here, you prick!\" Blaise prodded Draco with a sock-clad foot. Draco didn\'t respond. \"Dracoooooooo,\" he flipped over onto the blond boy, settling comfortably on the boy\'s arse. And what a nice arse it was, Blaise thought as his thighs were supported by the firmness of it. \"You have a nice arse,\" he commented, unaware that Draco was planning his attack beneath the pillow that he\'d put over his head.

Suddenly Draco was on top of Blaise, and Blaise had a pillow stuck over his head. And then there was a small giggle and the weight on Blaise was gone. He shoved the pillow aside and looked up to see Draco walking quickly to the door. \"No you don\'t!\" He stood up and chased after the blond. There was no one else in Slytherin staying, aside from years 1-2, and a few others scattered throughout the dungeons.

\"Oh yes, I do!\" Draco bit back a hysterical laugh as he ran out the common room portrait and into the hallway. He looked both ways, and decided to go left and go to the Great Hall. He was still hungry, after all. Choking had subdued his appetite, but it was a little known fact among the public that Draco Malfoy could eat anything, as he did, and not gain a pound. He ate little at meal times, but snuck a lot in between from the kitchens. Blaise used to join him, but rarely did so after becoming slightly obese and complaining that no one would even look twice at him if he was fat. Despite the irregular shagging with Draco, Blaise actually did want a serious relationship. And now that there was a certain boy named Justin around him ... he thought that maybe shagging Draco would be bad if he wanted Justin to trust him.

And that was why Draco had stopped mid-bite for the second time the night before. He loved Blaise, and wanted him to be happy. Having fang marks and bruises, along with not being able to sit down, well, that wasn\'t exactly happiness for the darker skinned Slytherin.

Running down the corridors was getting him a bit lost. He knew the passageways like the veins in a persons neck (which he knew oh so well) but running blindly through them would get even he lost. Lost in the Slytherin dungeons was not a good thing, as one never knew what you would find. Usually just a sarcastic Snape, but one more than one occasion Draco had found several snakes living in unexpected places. Dangerous snakes.




Me-notes!--
alright, i am terribly sorry for the long wait, but my computer died temporarily a while ago when this chapter was half finished. also, there are other stories brewing in my head at the moment and they might

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ok - in answer to cat01 (hi just a quick question, if chapter 3 is a flash back (well most of it) then Draco already knew that harry was a vampire so y did he sound surprised in chapter 2?), draco still semihated harry when they met in snapey-poo\'s rooms, and still didn\'t want anything to do with harry so he acted as if it were unknown to him before. otherwise they would of been having a lengthy conversation/discussion/screaming match and there would have been less time for blowjob-age. you know? anyway, the story is formed in my head but my fingers don\'t like cooperating. meh. the next chapter will be up ASAP...

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