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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
21,228
Reviews:
60
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Currently Reading:
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Pursue
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The moon hung full and bright orange tinted with red over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A lone Slytherin prefect stood gazing up at it from the top of the astronomy tower. Draco Malfoy thought; a blood moon, and shuddered. It was his first night patrolling the halls as a prefect and so far it had been a pretty uneventful evening. If you didn’t count the fact that Draco found himself jumping at every slight creak the old castle had to offer that is.
Nervously he clutched at the small gold and onyx amulet he wore round his neck as he turned and walked back down the stairs from the tower.
You’re just being paranoid, he assured himself. Whoever or whatever had attacked him in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor couldn’t possibly follow him to Hogwarts. Unless… it really had been Harry Potter.
Draco scoffed, but he didn’t release his hold on the amulet. Potter was the epitome of wholesome, goody two shoe Gryffindor heroism. The very thought that Harry perfect Potter was a blood sucking creature of the night was ludicrous. Still….
It was nearly ten o’clock, close enough to his patrol being over for Draco to get away with leaving a little early. He walked down the narrow hallway leading to the prefects bathroom still lost in thoughts of Harry and vampires.
Draco turned the corner into another corridor where the moon poured its crimson light through a small window and froze as he was suddenly assailed with a vivid memory of the night of the attack.
Harry Potter’s steel grip on his throat, choking. Cold verdant eyes sweeping over his helpless body with bald faced lust as a red tongue flicked across razor sharp fangs. Looking into those eyes and knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was looking at pure unadulterated hunger that even death could not deny.
(“You belong to me Malfoy….. tonight and forever.")
Those eyes had seemed to almost physically assault everywhere they touched. It wasn’t a feeling that Draco was likely to forget anytime soon. With a shiver of dread he realized, it was a feeling he was experiencing again right now!
Jolting out of his revelry, Draco found himself almost running the last few feet to the prefects bathroom.
The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he stuttered out the password. Heart pounding in his throat, he paused for just a moment in the doorway to glance behind him. The corridor was empty. Despite all evidence to the contrary however, Draco still felt as though he was being watched.
Unbidden a quotation came to his mind, “The wicked doth flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.”
Disgusted with himself, he cursed under his breath. He was Draco Malfoy damn it! Whether snake or lion, he would not spend the rest of his life jumping at shadows and checking under his bed. He was the one that should inspire fear in Harry bloody Potter, not the other way around! Still, Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the dark passage and into the well lit bathroom.
A nice hot bath was just what he needed to relax and unwind.
Draco began to strip, still adrift in his own memory. This would never do. He had to get a grip on himself before he became so paranoid that he couldn’t function.
Slipping down his boxers and stepping out of them, he neatly folded them to add to the pile of clothes in front of him. Naked except for the amulet, Draco turned and took two steps toward the bath.
A dark curly head peeked up at him over the rim of the tub.
Draco Malfoy let loose with a ear piercing shriek as it finally registered that he was not alone.
TBC….
The moon hung full and bright orange tinted with red over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A lone Slytherin prefect stood gazing up at it from the top of the astronomy tower. Draco Malfoy thought; a blood moon, and shuddered. It was his first night patrolling the halls as a prefect and so far it had been a pretty uneventful evening. If you didn’t count the fact that Draco found himself jumping at every slight creak the old castle had to offer that is.
Nervously he clutched at the small gold and onyx amulet he wore round his neck as he turned and walked back down the stairs from the tower.
You’re just being paranoid, he assured himself. Whoever or whatever had attacked him in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor couldn’t possibly follow him to Hogwarts. Unless… it really had been Harry Potter.
Draco scoffed, but he didn’t release his hold on the amulet. Potter was the epitome of wholesome, goody two shoe Gryffindor heroism. The very thought that Harry perfect Potter was a blood sucking creature of the night was ludicrous. Still….
It was nearly ten o’clock, close enough to his patrol being over for Draco to get away with leaving a little early. He walked down the narrow hallway leading to the prefects bathroom still lost in thoughts of Harry and vampires.
Draco turned the corner into another corridor where the moon poured its crimson light through a small window and froze as he was suddenly assailed with a vivid memory of the night of the attack.
Harry Potter’s steel grip on his throat, choking. Cold verdant eyes sweeping over his helpless body with bald faced lust as a red tongue flicked across razor sharp fangs. Looking into those eyes and knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was looking at pure unadulterated hunger that even death could not deny.
(“You belong to me Malfoy….. tonight and forever.")
Those eyes had seemed to almost physically assault everywhere they touched. It wasn’t a feeling that Draco was likely to forget anytime soon. With a shiver of dread he realized, it was a feeling he was experiencing again right now!
Jolting out of his revelry, Draco found himself almost running the last few feet to the prefects bathroom.
The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he stuttered out the password. Heart pounding in his throat, he paused for just a moment in the doorway to glance behind him. The corridor was empty. Despite all evidence to the contrary however, Draco still felt as though he was being watched.
Unbidden a quotation came to his mind, “The wicked doth flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.”
Disgusted with himself, he cursed under his breath. He was Draco Malfoy damn it! Whether snake or lion, he would not spend the rest of his life jumping at shadows and checking under his bed. He was the one that should inspire fear in Harry bloody Potter, not the other way around! Still, Draco breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the dark passage and into the well lit bathroom.
A nice hot bath was just what he needed to relax and unwind.
Draco began to strip, still adrift in his own memory. This would never do. He had to get a grip on himself before he became so paranoid that he couldn’t function.
Slipping down his boxers and stepping out of them, he neatly folded them to add to the pile of clothes in front of him. Naked except for the amulet, Draco turned and took two steps toward the bath.
A dark curly head peeked up at him over the rim of the tub.
Draco Malfoy let loose with a ear piercing shriek as it finally registered that he was not alone.
TBC….