Night Flight

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next few weeks passed quickly for both boys, with orgasms and teasing surprising them at every corner. Harry had taken to sneaking to the Slytherin dorms almost every night, leaving the Gryffindor tower – who all knew about his vampirism – with the impression that at night, he was hunting. Every time Potter thought about their fears, he laughed to himself.

Draco, on the other hand, was laughing at everything. Well, not out loud of course, because a Malfoy would never do that, but on the inside, he was as joyous as a six year old girl in Disney World. His nightmares…he never had them if Harry was asleep with him. He felt safe when he was with the vampire, and that was a feeling he’d never fully experienced before. He was finding it to be quite intoxicating.

Draco just felt…loved. Harry was always there. If Draco was sad, Harry knew it somehow, and he would send anonymous flowers to the blond, though he knew who they were from anyway. If Draco was scared about something, Harry would tease him while also protecting him, making Draco feel almost invincible. If Draco was angry, Harry listened to him rant, while if he was happy, Harry celebrated with him in the most flexible of ways.

Draco had never felt so alive, and he was seriously debating losing his life to become undead with his lover.

Draco was lost in thoughts about Harry, pouring over his potions book, when a cold voice snapped him out of his daze.

“Malfoy.”

Draco looked up, expecting to see another Slytherin asking for something, but his jaw dropped as he saw a Death Eater staring at him with a hungry expression. Draco had only enough time to inhale to scream before he blacked out.

***

Only a few hours later, Harry came tearing into a house near the Malfoys’. He noticed, immediately, that the place was run-down and smelled awful. And his Draco was being kept here! Assholes!

Harry, as silent as cancer, crept through the manor, smelling the air in his search for the bastard Death Eaters who had kidnapped Draco. The two men were pathetic. Who kidnapped a school boy to try to bring back a dark lord who was very much dead? Harry was disgusted at their behavior. He would have at least tried to get a bigger following, rather than just two overweight wizards who could barely even climb a flight of stairs without wheezing.

Minutes passed, and Harry’s blood pressure, were he alive, would have been skyrocketing as he searched for Draco. He stood still for a moment, calling on his hearing. He heard pulses – fast, pounding – a floor down from him. “Fuck all!” he growled quietly to himself, apparating down.

He snarled, feral, as he stared at the two Death Eaters. “Ohh,” Harry purred. “Death Eater 47; I see you’re trying to move up in the ranks, eh? Fat lot of good it’ll do you, seeing as Voldemort is in no way coming back.”

The Death Eaters whirled around to stare at Potter. Glares were streaked across their faces as they growled deep in their throats. Harry chuckled at hearing them trying to be intimidating.

“Do you forget what I am?” he asked almost silently. In seconds, Harry was an idol of power, his fangs jutting out of his open mouth as he snarled at the two men.

Draco stared at his boyfriend – yes, boyfriend! – as he became a monster. He expected himself to be terrified as he witnessed it, but mostly, he was just curious. He was tied to an altar, bound at his hands and feet, with a rather sharp knife resting on his stomach. Apparently, the two of Voldemort’s followers had the novel idea to sacrifice him, but he didn’t know why. As a lesson? As a point proven? Just for fun?

Malfoy just shrugged and watched as Potter stalked his prey. That was certainly what he was doing. Harry was circling the two porky men, hissing at them every few seconds. One of the Death Eaters made a move for his wand, but before he could even wrap his hand completely around it, Harry had thrown his hand out and disarmed both of the Death Eaters entirely.

“Mmm, Draco, love, are you alright?” Harry asked, not looking over to the blond. He would get to Draco in a minute. When he heard Malfoy answer that he was fine, though rather tired, Harry smirked and asked, “What shall I do to them, love?”

“Burn them alive. They’re acting like little witches right now, anyway.”

Both Harry and Draco laughed as Harry waved his hand at one of the Death Eaters. His robes were outlined in harmless flames, but both the men in black were screaming as if they were having their genitals removed with a wrench.

“Now, I really must ask, boys,” Harry whispered, advancing on the two cowering men, neither of whom had spoken a single word. “What on earth would inspire you to kidnap, and then try to kill especially, the boyfriend of the most powerful wizard of the current day?” Harry was inches away from 47’s face, leering at him as he waited for a response.

“I uh…” 47 said. “Well, we had hoped to…get some revenge?” he offered lamely. His shoulders moved in the slightest of shrugs and he looked down at the ground. It was true, at least. Draco had been a key part in the destruction of Voldemort, and the Death Eaters who had retained their lives were livid. Draco, the Malfoy heir, the blond bombshell, the darling Death Eater, had defied all of them. He had gone to the Light Side and told them when and where to attack, and all because of that, the Dark Lord had fallen.

“I will kill you,” Harry promised silently. He leaned his head forward, brushing his lips against 47’s ear. “Avada kedavra, you insensitive shit.”

The remaining Death Eater, still surrounded by flames, was looking around for a way to escape. Harry watched him with idle amusement for a few more moments, then as the man looked over at Draco, Harry whispered something into the air, and the man was suddenly writhing in pain. Draco had the impression that it wasn’t actually the Cruciatus, but something different, though it was apparently also good for dealing out great amounts of pain.

The Death Eater’s body suddenly stopped moving, and as one of the gloved hands clawed at his chest, Draco noticed that he wasn’t breathing. Harry just calmly watched.

“What did you just do to him, Harry?” Draco asked, once he realized the man was apparently lying dead on the ground in front of his boyfriend. He saw Harry shrug and the following answer shocked him.

“Heart attack; I didn’t do anything.”

Draco smiled. In a coy voice, he asked quietly, “Going to rescue me now or what?”

Harry smiled and walked over to his blond prince, releasing his bonds and pulling him into a hug. The knife on Draco’s stomach clattered to the floor, and Harry kicked it aside. Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck and kissed the skin gently, hearing Harry purr with contentment.

“You want to know why they kidnapped me? They told me before you arrived,” Draco said quietly. He didn’t want to look Harry in the eyes, in case he was disappointed or not ready to hear the reason.

Harry burrowed his face into Draco’s neck, too, and pulled the blond onto his lap. The two of them were sitting on the stone slab curled around one another, clinging tightly. Harry sighed and said, “Yeah, just in case it happens again.”

Draco pulled away and looked into Harry’s deep green eyes. “Promise you won’t hate me?” he asked timidly.

Harry stroked Draco’s cheek gently. “How could I ever hate you? You’re my other half, Draco.”

Draco sighed and looked down at their hands, which during their relieved hug, had managed to become intertwined. He rested his head on Harry’s shoulder, and looked out at the darkness surrounding the two of them. He whispered as silently as he could, knowing Harry would hear him anyway, and told his boyfriend, “Harry, I…I’m pregnant.”

Harry’s eyes widened, and for the moment, he was speechless. “I, er…” he said quietly. He swallowed once, twice, and then licked his lips, staring at his boyfriend with a thoughtful look.

Draco looked up at him with a scared but hopeful expression. “Is…” he started, before suddenly, he was enveloped in Harry’s arms. He melted into the embrace, loving the feeling of his boyfriend’s arms, strong, sure, keeping him safe.

Harry kissed the blond’s neck and picked him up. He still hadn’t said anything to Draco about the pregnancy…he just spun him around and said, “Let’s go, love.”

Draco nestled into Harry’s arms and nodded. “What now?”

“Come on, love,” Harry said. He nuzzled Draco’s soft blond hair and continued softly, “You need to set up an appointment and I need to do…hmm, something.”

Draco looked at him oddly. “Something?” He stopped talking as he felt lips against his. “Mmm.” Draco purred as Harry licked his lips slowly. He grinned and opened his mouth. He slid his arms around Harry’s neck and delicately traced his nails along his boyfriend’s skin, right over his jugular.

“Rrrrgh,” Harry growled quietly. “You know if you do that, I’m just going to have to eat you up right now.” He licked Draco’s ear, nipping his earlobe gently. “Come on, love,” he said quietly. Without another word, Harry apparated them both to the outside of Hogwarts.