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Adult ++
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8
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11,602
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26
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Chapter 4
Title: Black, Red, and Blue (formerly Changes of Life, a major rewrite)
Chapter: 4
Overall Rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, and so forth, or things would have been different ^_^ erm, yeah. The plot is mine, though, along with Adrian. (Please note: original one time use characters will not be listed here) Oh yeah, and I make no money, I’m broke
:- (
A/N: Well, another chapter done. It’s not as long as I’d have liked it to be, but as I’ve said, I’ve got some crazy life stuff going on right now. Sorry. Hm, I was going to ask to take a poll to see if I should continue to update when I can, or just not update for a very long time until the story is almost over or what? Well, I guess if you’re going to review, just let me know ^_^ From there, I’ll think about what I want to do.
Anyway, thanks you guys. I know this story is kind of dragging along, slowly, ever so slowly progressing over the years. I know how annoying that is, and I apologize. I’m doing the best I can right now.
I will also say this. This story is not a think about what to do as I get to it. I already have everything set up in my head, I even have the ending. Where as Changes of Life was more of a progressive “let me think about what to do now” that’s over, hence why I am rewriting this. Um, yeah, I think I’m babbling.
On to the next chapter.
********************
The next week went by with hardly any major occurrences. Draco read everything he could about Nathaniel and Zachary. He found the book was mostly useless other than overall telling him that the two men were assassins, lovers, and murdered together at the age of 43. He didn’t know what their names were in any of their next lives, so he couldn’t look up anymore that called to him. His dreams told him more about the two, but only random details. Certain missions they had to go on, and so forth. His mother, true to her word, never spoke much of her mate, leaving Draco with no facts to try to put together.
Harry kept up his normal act with his aunt, but he felt less tense about it. He did only what he needed to do before locking himself in his room, training with Adrian. His wounds and bruises from his aunt were healing very quickly due to his new body. It didn’t really matter anymore, as he figured he’d be getting some more as the training sessions progressed.
The training lessons were taking a lot out of him, but fortunately he didn’t have to worry about sneaking in food, as the blood lollipops provided enough nourishment to get him through, and his physical changes slowly helped his body fill out again.
Adrian had Harry work on moving his wings, but not fly yet. After he got the basic movements of his wings, he practiced physical fighting by using his claws, teeth, and strength. Adrian set up dummies, charmed with human type flesh and strength. He was trained on stationary first though. The training sessions where intense, and he had to learn a lot, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t have anything else to do. Adrian had also promised Harry that he would locate his chest of things that Vernon had hid, and return it to Harry after the summer lessons were done.
Harry was very thankful to Adrian. This man kept his mind off Sirius. This man trained him with useful lessons. Harry was expected to save the world from Voldemort, but received no training to do so. He was glad he was receiving knowledge, and the ability, to survive, not only against Voldemort, but in life.
The visions continued, though they still made no sense. They were random, and didn’t fit with any of the others. Due to his training, however, his sleep improved. He didn’t need as much, and was perfectly content with 5 hours a night. He spent the extra time in the morning to continue his drawings.
He was thinking of sneaking out one morning to go shopping for some new clothes, but later that day, Adrian brought him some tight but breathable training clothes. Adrian said that he would take Harry to Diagon Alley, both under disguise, to get his school supplies, and that they could stop by muggle London and Harry would be able to pick up some new clothes there.
***
Draco lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Something had to happen soon, he just knew it. Before his mind could think any further on what it could be, he heard a rustling from his window. Looking over at his window, what he saw made him breathless, and he sat up, looking over the figure.
There, consumed by shadows, yet clear as day, stood Harry Potter. True, Draco had dreamed about him before, but never did he look the way he did now. He had longer hair, and his eyes seemed to glow. He wore nothing but loose emerald green sleep pants, which hung low. If it weren’t for the drawstring, they would probably fall.
“Harry…” Draco finally breathed.
Harry came closer and Draco could see an emerald fire dance in his eyes before being taken into a fierce kiss. Harry had one hand at the back of Draco’s neck; the other arm was wrapped around him. He slowly lowered the blonde, and straddled his waist. Moving his arms out from under Draco, Harry lifted from the kiss to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “I want you.”
Draco shivered at the words and breath on his ear. Then again as Harry licked a trail from just below his ear to the pulse point on his neck. Draco tangled his hands in Harry’s hair, knowing that something was going to happen. He wasn’t sure what, but he knew he wanted it. “Do it, Harry.”
By then, Harry’s fangs were out, hungry for the beautiful boy beneath him. Hungry for his mate. He reached down with one hand, yanking Draco’s boxers down enough to free the growing erection. He wrapped a hand around it and started pumping it. Only when he was fully erect did Harry sink his fangs into the pale neck below him, hearing a ‘fuck’ escape Draco’s lips.
Draco was reeling with desire. His whole body tingled for the boy on top of him. “Fuck, Harry.” He cursed again, in a half moan. He wanted so much more, but Harry’s hand sped up, and the combination of feelings left him gasping and moaning. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
Harry licked the wound to close it and kissed Draco hard.
Feeling the fangs and slight hint of his own blood was enough to make Draco come. He moaned loudly, though it was muffled by the kiss. He just found it so erotic. Harry, a vampire, who just fed on him while wanking him off.
Harry ended the kiss, and looked down at Draco. Draco looked back up at him. “Harry, I…” he spoke, but it was too late as they both faded away.
***
Harry’s eyes snapped open and he growled lightly, still feeling his desire from the dream. He reached under his bed and brought up a blood lollipop, throwing the wrapper to the floor and sticking the lollipop in his mouth. He chewed lightly on it in annoyance, and glanced down to see he was still hard.
‘Fuck Draco’ he thought to himself, reaching a hand down to relieve the pressure. He pushed his pajama bottoms down a bit and closed his eyes. He imagined it was Draco’s blood in his mouth, and those manicured hands wrapped around him.
***
Just as the sun was coming up, Harry heard the door open and the voices of his uncle and aunt talking. Sighing, Harry closed his sketchpad, and hid it with the rest of his things. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for his uncle to come up and tell him to make breakfast.
It didn’t take long. Harry thought they must have just set down their things before he came up here. He opened the door, and Harry looked to the pudgy man. The older man had a sadistic smirk on his face before he snarled out his order. “Get down there and make breakfast, boy.”
Harry got up, and followed his uncle down stairs. Once he got to the bottom step, he silently went to make their breakfast. Once again, he wanted the food, since it had been a while since he last took a bit, but he had the blood lollipops in his room and that would be enough for now.
He heard his Aunt Marge come down and start talking to her brother. Something was said about Harry being lazy and acting smug. That in turn, caused his uncle to come in. “That breakfast better be ready.”
Harry just looked at the half cooked eggs and kippers before looking back at his uncle. “No, it’s not.”
“And just *why* are they not done yet?” His uncle asked, looking more sadistic the longer he stood there.
“Well, it’s only been a couple minutes.” Harry said evenly.
Vernon’s hand rose and he backhanded Harry. “Don’t get smart with me. I give you a home, the least you can do is make a proper meal.” He continued on along those lines. He was so into the rant that he didn’t notice Harry’s eyes flash red.
Harry felt the demon in him growl at the slap, but he held it down. He merely looked at his ranting uncle and shrugged, interrupting him. “If you want it done faster, get off your fat arse and do it yourself.” He walked out of the kitchen. “I have things to do.”
Put off and now very angry, Vernon followed Harry out, and went right to where he was, grabbing the teen’s arm and throwing him to the floor. “You will *not* talk to me that way.” He kicked Harry in the ribs twice, before taking off his belt. “Apparently my sister’s punishment was not enough. It’s time you learn your place again.”
Harry got back up and just as his uncle was going to whip the belt, Harry grabbed the other end of it. He looked straight into his uncle’s eyes. “I am not of your blood, but I am put under your wife’s care. It won’t last much longer, but if you beat me again, there will be consequences. Even though my headmaster and the other muggles may turn a blind eye, I will not.” Harry yanked the belt out of his uncle’s grasp and threw it to the floor. “Don’t fuck with me anymore.” Turning, Harry ignored his uncle’s stunned silence and continued up the stairs to his room where he met up with Adrian.
“It was bound to happen, Harry. You can’t keep taking a beating like that.” Adrian spoke, voicing exactly what Harry needed to hear.
Harry nodded. “Thanks.” He took out a blood lollipop for his breakfast.
“Now your training today will consist of flying. As it is too bright outside for it to be comfortable, we will wait until dusk. For now, we will work on lifting yourself from the ground. So if you will, take off your shirt and we can get started.” He spoke as he locked the door to Harry’s room, pushing everything to the walls again, and moving the ceiling up a couple meters.
***
The rest of the summer went by without any particular events. Harry and Draco continued to have the shared dreams once a week, every one made the boys want each other more. Harry could hear his uncle angry that Harry didn’t come out of his room and that it was constantly locked where he couldn’t get in. Harry continued training his new body every day with Adrian, and would soon be ready to move on to more complicated tasks. He continued to draw and kept having the strange visions, though Adrian never told him why.
Draco had never heard again about his mother’s mate, but continued to have dreams about Nathaniel and Zachary. He kept looking in the book for any thing else that may stick out, but he could find nothing. It was interesting, however, to read about the different lives. How the people mainly kept their base personality and that most of the Tripudiaetas had their lives forever entwined with one or two other people. If it wasn’t so common, he would have been able to figure out whom Nathaniel and Zachary were in their next lives.
As the last bit of the summer was ending, each boy grew more anxious over facing their mate.
***
((A/N: Sorry for the shortness… I will see about making the next chapter longer in order to make up for this. Also again, sorry for how long it has taken, life, as I’ve said, is kinda crazy right now. I would still love you guys for reviewing ^_^ ))
Chapter: 4
Overall Rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, and so forth, or things would have been different ^_^ erm, yeah. The plot is mine, though, along with Adrian. (Please note: original one time use characters will not be listed here) Oh yeah, and I make no money, I’m broke
:- (
A/N: Well, another chapter done. It’s not as long as I’d have liked it to be, but as I’ve said, I’ve got some crazy life stuff going on right now. Sorry. Hm, I was going to ask to take a poll to see if I should continue to update when I can, or just not update for a very long time until the story is almost over or what? Well, I guess if you’re going to review, just let me know ^_^ From there, I’ll think about what I want to do.
Anyway, thanks you guys. I know this story is kind of dragging along, slowly, ever so slowly progressing over the years. I know how annoying that is, and I apologize. I’m doing the best I can right now.
I will also say this. This story is not a think about what to do as I get to it. I already have everything set up in my head, I even have the ending. Where as Changes of Life was more of a progressive “let me think about what to do now” that’s over, hence why I am rewriting this. Um, yeah, I think I’m babbling.
On to the next chapter.
********************
The next week went by with hardly any major occurrences. Draco read everything he could about Nathaniel and Zachary. He found the book was mostly useless other than overall telling him that the two men were assassins, lovers, and murdered together at the age of 43. He didn’t know what their names were in any of their next lives, so he couldn’t look up anymore that called to him. His dreams told him more about the two, but only random details. Certain missions they had to go on, and so forth. His mother, true to her word, never spoke much of her mate, leaving Draco with no facts to try to put together.
Harry kept up his normal act with his aunt, but he felt less tense about it. He did only what he needed to do before locking himself in his room, training with Adrian. His wounds and bruises from his aunt were healing very quickly due to his new body. It didn’t really matter anymore, as he figured he’d be getting some more as the training sessions progressed.
The training lessons were taking a lot out of him, but fortunately he didn’t have to worry about sneaking in food, as the blood lollipops provided enough nourishment to get him through, and his physical changes slowly helped his body fill out again.
Adrian had Harry work on moving his wings, but not fly yet. After he got the basic movements of his wings, he practiced physical fighting by using his claws, teeth, and strength. Adrian set up dummies, charmed with human type flesh and strength. He was trained on stationary first though. The training sessions where intense, and he had to learn a lot, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t have anything else to do. Adrian had also promised Harry that he would locate his chest of things that Vernon had hid, and return it to Harry after the summer lessons were done.
Harry was very thankful to Adrian. This man kept his mind off Sirius. This man trained him with useful lessons. Harry was expected to save the world from Voldemort, but received no training to do so. He was glad he was receiving knowledge, and the ability, to survive, not only against Voldemort, but in life.
The visions continued, though they still made no sense. They were random, and didn’t fit with any of the others. Due to his training, however, his sleep improved. He didn’t need as much, and was perfectly content with 5 hours a night. He spent the extra time in the morning to continue his drawings.
He was thinking of sneaking out one morning to go shopping for some new clothes, but later that day, Adrian brought him some tight but breathable training clothes. Adrian said that he would take Harry to Diagon Alley, both under disguise, to get his school supplies, and that they could stop by muggle London and Harry would be able to pick up some new clothes there.
***
Draco lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Something had to happen soon, he just knew it. Before his mind could think any further on what it could be, he heard a rustling from his window. Looking over at his window, what he saw made him breathless, and he sat up, looking over the figure.
There, consumed by shadows, yet clear as day, stood Harry Potter. True, Draco had dreamed about him before, but never did he look the way he did now. He had longer hair, and his eyes seemed to glow. He wore nothing but loose emerald green sleep pants, which hung low. If it weren’t for the drawstring, they would probably fall.
“Harry…” Draco finally breathed.
Harry came closer and Draco could see an emerald fire dance in his eyes before being taken into a fierce kiss. Harry had one hand at the back of Draco’s neck; the other arm was wrapped around him. He slowly lowered the blonde, and straddled his waist. Moving his arms out from under Draco, Harry lifted from the kiss to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “I want you.”
Draco shivered at the words and breath on his ear. Then again as Harry licked a trail from just below his ear to the pulse point on his neck. Draco tangled his hands in Harry’s hair, knowing that something was going to happen. He wasn’t sure what, but he knew he wanted it. “Do it, Harry.”
By then, Harry’s fangs were out, hungry for the beautiful boy beneath him. Hungry for his mate. He reached down with one hand, yanking Draco’s boxers down enough to free the growing erection. He wrapped a hand around it and started pumping it. Only when he was fully erect did Harry sink his fangs into the pale neck below him, hearing a ‘fuck’ escape Draco’s lips.
Draco was reeling with desire. His whole body tingled for the boy on top of him. “Fuck, Harry.” He cursed again, in a half moan. He wanted so much more, but Harry’s hand sped up, and the combination of feelings left him gasping and moaning. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
Harry licked the wound to close it and kissed Draco hard.
Feeling the fangs and slight hint of his own blood was enough to make Draco come. He moaned loudly, though it was muffled by the kiss. He just found it so erotic. Harry, a vampire, who just fed on him while wanking him off.
Harry ended the kiss, and looked down at Draco. Draco looked back up at him. “Harry, I…” he spoke, but it was too late as they both faded away.
***
Harry’s eyes snapped open and he growled lightly, still feeling his desire from the dream. He reached under his bed and brought up a blood lollipop, throwing the wrapper to the floor and sticking the lollipop in his mouth. He chewed lightly on it in annoyance, and glanced down to see he was still hard.
‘Fuck Draco’ he thought to himself, reaching a hand down to relieve the pressure. He pushed his pajama bottoms down a bit and closed his eyes. He imagined it was Draco’s blood in his mouth, and those manicured hands wrapped around him.
***
Just as the sun was coming up, Harry heard the door open and the voices of his uncle and aunt talking. Sighing, Harry closed his sketchpad, and hid it with the rest of his things. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for his uncle to come up and tell him to make breakfast.
It didn’t take long. Harry thought they must have just set down their things before he came up here. He opened the door, and Harry looked to the pudgy man. The older man had a sadistic smirk on his face before he snarled out his order. “Get down there and make breakfast, boy.”
Harry got up, and followed his uncle down stairs. Once he got to the bottom step, he silently went to make their breakfast. Once again, he wanted the food, since it had been a while since he last took a bit, but he had the blood lollipops in his room and that would be enough for now.
He heard his Aunt Marge come down and start talking to her brother. Something was said about Harry being lazy and acting smug. That in turn, caused his uncle to come in. “That breakfast better be ready.”
Harry just looked at the half cooked eggs and kippers before looking back at his uncle. “No, it’s not.”
“And just *why* are they not done yet?” His uncle asked, looking more sadistic the longer he stood there.
“Well, it’s only been a couple minutes.” Harry said evenly.
Vernon’s hand rose and he backhanded Harry. “Don’t get smart with me. I give you a home, the least you can do is make a proper meal.” He continued on along those lines. He was so into the rant that he didn’t notice Harry’s eyes flash red.
Harry felt the demon in him growl at the slap, but he held it down. He merely looked at his ranting uncle and shrugged, interrupting him. “If you want it done faster, get off your fat arse and do it yourself.” He walked out of the kitchen. “I have things to do.”
Put off and now very angry, Vernon followed Harry out, and went right to where he was, grabbing the teen’s arm and throwing him to the floor. “You will *not* talk to me that way.” He kicked Harry in the ribs twice, before taking off his belt. “Apparently my sister’s punishment was not enough. It’s time you learn your place again.”
Harry got back up and just as his uncle was going to whip the belt, Harry grabbed the other end of it. He looked straight into his uncle’s eyes. “I am not of your blood, but I am put under your wife’s care. It won’t last much longer, but if you beat me again, there will be consequences. Even though my headmaster and the other muggles may turn a blind eye, I will not.” Harry yanked the belt out of his uncle’s grasp and threw it to the floor. “Don’t fuck with me anymore.” Turning, Harry ignored his uncle’s stunned silence and continued up the stairs to his room where he met up with Adrian.
“It was bound to happen, Harry. You can’t keep taking a beating like that.” Adrian spoke, voicing exactly what Harry needed to hear.
Harry nodded. “Thanks.” He took out a blood lollipop for his breakfast.
“Now your training today will consist of flying. As it is too bright outside for it to be comfortable, we will wait until dusk. For now, we will work on lifting yourself from the ground. So if you will, take off your shirt and we can get started.” He spoke as he locked the door to Harry’s room, pushing everything to the walls again, and moving the ceiling up a couple meters.
***
The rest of the summer went by without any particular events. Harry and Draco continued to have the shared dreams once a week, every one made the boys want each other more. Harry could hear his uncle angry that Harry didn’t come out of his room and that it was constantly locked where he couldn’t get in. Harry continued training his new body every day with Adrian, and would soon be ready to move on to more complicated tasks. He continued to draw and kept having the strange visions, though Adrian never told him why.
Draco had never heard again about his mother’s mate, but continued to have dreams about Nathaniel and Zachary. He kept looking in the book for any thing else that may stick out, but he could find nothing. It was interesting, however, to read about the different lives. How the people mainly kept their base personality and that most of the Tripudiaetas had their lives forever entwined with one or two other people. If it wasn’t so common, he would have been able to figure out whom Nathaniel and Zachary were in their next lives.
As the last bit of the summer was ending, each boy grew more anxious over facing their mate.
***
((A/N: Sorry for the shortness… I will see about making the next chapter longer in order to make up for this. Also again, sorry for how long it has taken, life, as I’ve said, is kinda crazy right now. I would still love you guys for reviewing ^_^ ))