Inevitability

A/N: Sorry again, I’m sure you know why. Also there was an error in the last chapter, essentially Voldie is not dead, he’s alive. Enjoy!


Last time:

‘Oh Merlin. My mate is going to die.’

I was frozen in shock and surprise because… it hurt. The thought of loosing him, that he would die in front of me, was unbearable.

I could no longer focus on the words that were being shouted around me, I sensed one of the people next to me running somewhere and a few moments later five people in the blue robes of Saint Mungos doctors ran by and to my dying mate.

They came with bags and instruments that I had never seen before, and Severus and Poppy both backed away with hopeless looks on their faces, their hands and robes completely covered in my mates blood.

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“He has three broken ribs, but luckily his lungs weren’t pierced. His jaw was broken in two places but we’re hoping we can wait until his body accepts magic again to fix that. His arm dislocated, but that was easily fixed. He has multiple lacerations over his body a few that needed stitches. They appear to be claw marks of some kind but were not sure by what yet. Right now truthfully we’re not sure if he’ll make it.” There was a choked sound from someone in the room but I ignored it and continued with my prognosis.

“He’s lost an unbelievable amount of blood, and right now anything could sway him towards…” I hated this part of my job, especially when it is the mate of a magical creature who is involved.

I glanced over to the vampire; his eyes were unblinkingly focused on the boy on the bed.

“We’ve gathered some of the blood he already lost and we’re going to test it and hopefully find out why the spells and potions caused such an adverse effect. And of course he can not provide any blood…”

“What?” I glanced up, surprised to see the blond vampire glaring at me.

“Mr. Malfoy, we could loose Mr. Potter at any moment. He doesn’t have any blood to spare.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

Not for the first time the thought that this wasn’t a complete accident ran through my mind but I remained silent.

“If you want your mate alive, then you’ll wait.” I thought about saying more but besides being knowledgeable in both muggle and wizard healing I had a touch of empathy, and what I was picking up from those in the room was disgusting me.

“What about his blood that was everywhere earlier, can’t I have that?”

“That was cleared away when we sterilized the room.”

“Then how about the sample you said you gathered, give me that.”

“Mr. Malfoy that vial is imperative to finding out what is wrong with and saving the life of your mate.” I said sternly, and having had enough of this place left the hospital wing of Hogwarts and headed back to Saint Mungos. Maybe I wouldn’t put a rush on the blood sample.

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Three days later and there was still no change in Harry. I couldn’t believe how hungry I was, but now that the bond had been initiated the only person I could drink from had to be Harry to affirm his place as my mate.

I came to his bed after classes every day, not be cause I cared about him or anything, I was waiting for Pomfrey to say that I could safely draw from him. There were only four days left and if I didn’t drink from him soon I would have to take another.

Upon the suggestion of Snape and Pomfrey I did start scouting out for other possible mates but I was so close to owning Potter how could I give that up? Zambini and this 7th year Ravenclaw boy were the only two that I might consider but how could I do that? I’m a Malfoy and we don’t settle for second best.

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I woke up to hear arguing next to me, years of practice keeping my body relaxed and my breathing even instantly being put to use. There was an aching pain in my body, especially my jaw, but it gave me the strength to stay awake and hear what was said.

It was instantly clear that the two people were Madame Pomfrey and Malfoy, and I struggled not to smirk at hearing that Malfoy was still desperate for my blood.

‘Should have taken it when you had the chance.’ I thought smugly, more than pleased with the success of my plan, though truthfully I wasn’t sure if I was glad or disappointed that I hadn’t died.

“For the last time Mr. Malfoy you will not harm my patient.”

“I’m not harming him, just taking some blood.” I could practically see her glare at him in the silence.

“My decision is no, he is in no condition to be donating any blood, especially since we don’t know what it was that was in his blood that caused such an adverse reaction to spells and potions.”

They didn’t figure it out yet? I was sure that Snape would have guessed by now, but then again he probably wouldn’t even consider it since he believes I have no potion abilities. Wow they really screwed up, that stuff dilutes out within two days.

“But it’s been three days! I’m sure he can spare some now.”

Three days! That leaves just three more and the binding is broken, oh yeah, I’m a fucking genius. I’ll finally be free of all this.

“Now leave Mr. Malfoy.” I wanted to smirk at Madame Pomfrey’s tone, would have loved to see the disgruntled look on Malfoy’s face, but I was too tired and couldn’t fight of the darkness.

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My entire body was weary, but it was more than just physically. The last few days had been blurring together, just an endless list of chores to do while constantly looking over my shoulder and trying to keep and eye out for my uncle or my cousin. I struggled to get my eyes to focus, get my muscles to keep moving in the same monotonous motion. I’d been too afraid to sleep for the past few nights, preferring to stay awake and ready to dash out my window if I heard the slightest creak in the hall. Not sleeping was preferable to the other option, but just like last time I would eventually pass out and he would come and be on me before I could stop him and…

The sick reminder jolted my mind back awake for a few more seconds and to the task before me. I dug my nails into the palm of my hands in an attempt to force the wariness away but lately that only gave me a few seconds of awareness before I started to drift again.

Just finish this chore and then I’m done. Maybe I can sneak off to the park before Vernon comes home and find a tree to sleep in.

“Hello runt.”

There wasn’t even time to move away before a chunky arm was wrapped around my neck.

My eyes shot open and my hands clawed uselessly at the arm but the beast behind me just laughed at my struggles.

“Come on boy, I think we’re well overdue for some fun.” My uncle hissed in my ear, his foul breath as unavoidable as his hands that were freely roaming my body and his erection stabbing into my back. I struggled against him for no other reason but my sanity; I knew that I had no hope of getting free but I couldn’t just surrender to him, I wouldn’t allow him to make me weaker than I already was.

Petunia was in the kitchen as we struggled through; she barely spared the two of us a glance, just a pursed frown as one of my kicking feet banged against the table. She could care less what Vernon did to me, I’m sure that she was just happy that it wouldn’t be her that he wanted to sate his lust in.

Even as I was thrown onto the worn bed in my small bedroom I continued to fight. Evidently my uncles’ amusement in my struggles had faded because his hands changed from groping fingers to fists pounding into my body.

Somewhere in the mêlée I felt the rags I wore torn away, and my bruised and weary body flipped face down on the mattress. I only had a few moments for a last desperate attempt before I was held still and a new pain filled me.

The same pain that had filled me for more years than I wanted to think about.

I don’t know why I still fight, it never changes anything and it only leads to more pain.

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That bitch! Thinks she can tell me what to do, prevent me from getting blood from my mate!

For once I actually wanted to find someone out of bed. Then I could take my anger out on someone, haven’t fucked someone in days, besides who would they tell? They’re breaking a school rule as it is, not even the Hufflepuffs are that stupid.

But then again the last few times Potter kept popping up in my head, have to admit that he’s got a great body; if he only wasn’t such a prude.

I glanced up from where I had been walking, finally noticing that I was in front of the hospital wing, my feet had been taking me here a lot the last few days.

I could practically smell my mate from where I stood, doing frustrating things to my body. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to bite him or fuck him more; maybe together, that’d be perfect.

I decided to go in. I would be chased off by Pomfrey in a few moments but I could get a look.

Except I couldn’t smell Pomfrey anywhere. I could have sworn she never left the hospital wing, but she was truly gone.

I looked over to my still comatose mate and prowled a little closer, how could I deny such a sweet offering?

He seemed to have gotten some color back the last few days and I could hear his heart beating steadily. I’m sure I could take enough to affirm the bond but not enough to kill him.

I ran a finger down his jaw. Despite the multitude of bruises his skin was still so smooth… fucking perfect golden boy.

I gently forced his head to the side and leaned in closer. He smelled delicious.

My teeth were aching in hunger and I could wait no longer. I leaned closer and bit down, my teeth sinking pleasurably into his neck.

I felt him jerk awake, heard a gasping ‘no’. His arms flailed at me for a moment but I easily had him restrained and dug in more. I barely noticed his protests now with his blood pouring down my throat; I could think of nothing else, it was so sweet.

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