Blood Lust

Harry Potter sat alone and secluded in an area of the library. He thoughts chased each other battling for victory inside his head. He could hear every whisper and every footstep inside the library and beyond the library doors, having not yet attuned his senses to appropriate levels. His lust for Draco was becoming insatiable, he dreamt of his while he was asleep and dreamt of him while he was awake. He could smell him all the time, he was intoxicating and it was devouring Harry and everything he had ever felt before.

Harry also craved something other than Draco. He craved blood, and not in small amounts. Daily he would find himself wanting to pounce of innocent individuals, only to be saved by Draco, a fact that infuriated him more. Draco the “hero”, ha! It was obscene and ridiculous. Harry could smell dirty blood also, blood with diseases, blood mixed with muggle blood, blood that belonged to the dark side, to Voldemort. He knew he would be a valuable asset to the order, but he still hadn’t told anyone about it. Harry did not see this as a gift, but rather a curse, and the anger he felt towards Draco was constantly bordering on lust.

At that very moment, Hermione and Ron entered the library in search for their friend. Both were worried due to the display on extraordinary abilities being shown by Harry over the last week, such as the fact that he looked up immediately upon them entering the library, even though they were quite a way away from him, a habit that Harry seems to pick up whenever they enter rooms. Also he seemed to spy out various people with hunger filled eyes from time to time. Hermione also knew that Harry was wearing glamour, being the powerful witch she was, but she had not further advance in her studies of Harry’s unusual behavior, and so decided to confront him about it. That was her purpose today in the library. For the second time in as many weeks, Hermione Granger had a mission.

Strolling purposefully across the library, she stepped behind the bookcase, while trying to listen to the conversation-taking place between Ron and Harry, and receiving an eerie feeling of déjà vu. The conversation came to be uneventful, until a particular topic got Harry rather heated up.

“Oh great, look, it’s ferret boy,” said Ron, tone dripping with distaste.

Harry’s head shot up, he was sniffing the air around him, unbeknownst to Ron, he was sniffing out his mate. Harry was personally shocked that he hadn’t noticed the entrance of his Draco, no wait, Draco, and was rather startled by it.

“Why look, if it isn’t the Weasel, and Potty!” Malfoy gloatfully hissed across the library.

“Shut up Malfoy, you’d better leave us alone, we don’t want any trouble here” Ron said slowly and dramatically, stealing glances at Harry. Harry thought something was wrong, he could sense a great amount of unease in the air, bu cou could not pick up the usual scent that Draco carries with him.

“Well weasel, why don’t you leave Potty alone so we grown ups can talk” drawled Malfoy, an imitation of his first year drawl.

Ron stepped back, turned to Harry and said,

“Harry mate, I’ll be over there” pointing to a far off table.

“Wait!” said Harry, slightly confused about this turn of events, Ron backing down to a Malfoy? What on earth was happening? And then it hit him. Polyjuice potion. He couldn’t pick up the scent he loved so much because it wasn’t there. He decided to play it cool, and be a part of their little game, furious inside he battled to stay calm and make them all look like fools. How dare they mess with a vampire!

“Go ahead Ron, I’ll be over in a minute”

The look of trepidation on Ron’s face quickly passed and was replaced with a triumphant look, and a quick glance at a bookcase, where no doubt, Hermione was sneaking around again. [Great friends they are] Harry thought.

“Well Malfoy, sit down why don’t you,” said Harry seductively.

The fake Malfoy plonked himself down on the chair with as much grace as a Neville in potions. He looked up uncertainly at first, but then plastered on an arrogant smile.

“So Harry, how have you been? Keeping busy?” asked Malfoy, in a slightly shrill tone.

“Now now Draco, after last night together, you think you need to be so polite,” purred Harry while sliding his hand up the fake Malfoy’s thigh. Fake Malfoy gulped hard, and looked around him as if for support. Harry lent back in his chair and laughed. He laughed until the entire library was looking at him. Not particularly for laughing, but for the evil laugh that was emitted from his mouth. It chilled the bones of everyone around him, and caused a gaping silence when he stopped.

“If my “friends” would like to come out now, the joke s over” said Harry maliciously.

No faces appeared, everyone apparently involved in their work. In his anger Harry stood, and all around could feel his power, his aura was almost like a silver shadow following him. Everyone knew at that moment, Harry Potter was not to be crossed, everyone knew at that moment, Harry Potter was certainly very pissed off.



A/N Hey guys, I\'m sorry for taking so long to update, but keep reading coz im gonna be puttin quite a lots of work into this over easter and want some reviews!!! er, please? I\'ve got to go into hospital and want to get most of it done beforehand and will leave it to kage so she can post it up bit by bit. But please keep reading, love to know how its going! Thanx xxx