The Vampire's Mark

Chapter 4 of 7

Disclaimer: All characters, original story plot, etc. are the creation of one of my favorite authors, J. K. Rowling. They do not belong to me however much I wish it were so. If they were one of the events in The Order of the Phoenix and most of The Half-Blood Prince would never have happened . (I love you, Padfoot!) I have merely borrowed them in a twisted attempt to amuse myself and hopefully a few others. Lawyers, please be aware I have no money should you or your client decide to litigate. The only thing I own outright is my collection of Rock, Metal and Alternative Rock CDs, and NO, you cannot take them. (A few aren’t even mine.) If you’re nice I might let you borrow one, though I doubt it if you’re trying to sue.


Draco falls asleep afterwards, cradled in the safety of my arms. I am unable to stop myself from running my hands over his back. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. This precious youth I hold who was originally to appease my Blood Hunger has instead eased a pain in my heart and soul I was unaware of. I am content for the first time since I can recall. ‘I love him,’ I think, amazed at the simple truth before I too succumb to the darkness.

A young boy with pale corn silk hair stands on a stool being measured for school robes. He talks excitedly to me. I grow more and more bewildered at his words about things I do not yet understand until he insults Hagrid, my first friend. My confusion turns to anger, than relief as the blonde’s measurements are completed and he leaves.

The scene shifts.
“Dammit, Malfoy! Why are you always such an arrogant git?”

“Because I can be. What’s the matter, Potter? Afraid of me?”

“Never,” I answer.

Suddenly I’m face to face with a hideous monster that has red eyes and pale scaly skin. I’m tied to something. ‘Where am I?’ I look around. ‘A graveyard?’ The creature in front of me laughs.

Now I’m in the lobby of a large building. An old wizard with twinkling blue eyes and long beard fights the evil demon from before as I watch from behind a piece of stone blocking me from joining the melee.

I blink and I’m standing in an open field. At my feet is the dead body of the snake man. He has finally been defeated, the prophesy fulfilled.

I wake with a strangled cry.

“Samuel? You okay?” a groggy voice asks.

I cannot answer as memories fly across the projection screen of my mind’s eye.

Draco’s hand grips mine and I hold tight. I find out later I fractured two of his slender fingers.

Slowly the wild ride comes to an end. My companion senses my return to reality and says my name softly.

“My name is Harry. Harry Samuel Potter.”

“But you said…” His words trail off as a hurt expression covers his features.

“I didn’t know. I forgot who I was when my sire made me a Vampire.”

“I didn’t know they could do that.”

‘He’s so cute when he scrunches his nose like that.’ “Normally, no. But when Arie found me I was pretty far-gone. Ron and Hermione wanted nothing to do with me because I was gay, I’d just defeated Voldemort, and Remus…he was…he was gone just like Sirius. He said he could make me forget.”

“But you’re wrong. Lupin is fine. I saw him and Severus not two weeks ago at their place.”

“What?!”

“Remi is fine. He’s a Werewolf, Potter. There’s not much that can kill him.”

“Wait. What do you mean ‘their place’? He and Snape are together, as in a couple?”

He nods. “And very happy. Severus changed after the war. You should see those two. It’s sickening.” Draco chuckles and it lifts my spirits. “What I’m wondering is why you suddenly remembered?”

“You. After we made love I dreamed about us in school, the battles with Voldemort. When I woke up the rest came crashing back.”

“Oh.” His face closes.

“What’s wrong?”

“You hate me again, don’t you?”

His uncertainty ate at me. “I could never.” I touch the bite marks on his neck. “With these I marked your body as mine. When we shared our bodies you may as well have marked mine. You are mine, Draco Malfoy. You told me you understood.”

“I did. I do. I just…Dammit, Potter! You always have to confuse me, don’t you?”

“No more than you do me. Draco, do you regret it now?”

“Of course not. I’ve been in love with you since we were seventeen.” He clamps both hands over his mouth.

I pry his long fingers away from that generous mouth. “I’ve loved you for a year longer then.”

“You’re lying.”

“I would never lie to you, Grey Eyes. I can remember when I realized it. It was the Halloween party in sixth year. You went as Billy Idol. You sauntered in cocky as hell and in leather. I almost shagged you then and there you looked so hot. I’ve always had a thing for Idol.”

“I know. I heard you and Finnegan talking about him once. You told him Idol was a genius. I’d never heard of him so I did some research. You were right. He’s brilliant.”

“Your costume was brilliant. It’s been the star of many a wet dream.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to file that away for later use. Want to hear when I admitted to myself I was in love with you?”

“This I have got to hear.” I settle back against a pile of pillows.

“It was our last year. Lucius had disowned me for refusing to get the Dark Mark. It was Christmas Eve and I stayed at school because I had nowhere to go. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.” The blond gets up and paces the floor. “I just kept thinking I’d lost everything by refusing to become a Deatheater. My walk ended up at the library to the source of all my problems, you, Harry Bloody Potter, The Boy Who Lived, alone at a desk, no Weasel or Granger to be seen looking like he was about to cry.”

“I came out that morning to them. Ron called me a fucking queer and Hermione said that even though she still loved me she felt homosexuality was an immoral sin. She said she couldn’t associate with someone who ‘went against God’.”

“Hypocrites. All those years of raging at me for calling her a Mud…well you know and they had the nerve to do that to their best friend?” Draco sounded indignant on my behalf.

“Yeah. It was the second worst day of my life, right after losing Sirius.”

“Sorry. Anyway, I walked in and you glanced over at me, your heart clearly broken but I didn’t know why. All I wanted was to make that look disappear. I asked you if you were okay.”

“I told you to sod off.”

“I stayed anyway,” Draco continues.

“You wouldn’t stop staring at me.”

“Who is telling this story, Potter? Besides I couldn’t help it. I’d had a crush on you forever and you were so sad. I thought if I had just one wish it’d be to make you happy again. I asked myself why I wanted that and I realized it was because I loved you. So I did what anyone would’ve, ran to my room and locked myself in for a week.”

I laugh recalling the incident. “I’ve always wondered why you looked so terrified.”

“Now you know. Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

“Anything. I don’t want secrets between us, Draco.”

“What happened? How did you become a Vampire?”