be my vampentine, nubit
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Title: Lost in the Darkness
Author: ???
Gift for: nubit
Pairings: H/D, Hermine/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP characters. The “mysterious” person is just some random character that forced its’ way into my story.
Warnings: non-con, tiny little bit of blood-play, character death, some BDSM.
Summary: Harry wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. They don’t understand why they claimed to be loved. They don’t feel love anymore...but they feel pain.
Author note: This was inspired by Josh Groban’s Now or Never and the song Lost in the Darkness. I didn’t want to actually put the lyrics in the fic, because I thought that might break up the flow, but Draco does quote the chorus of Now or Never during the end of the fic. The whole song is just perfect for this fic, and I really suggest you either listen to the song while reader or at least look up the lyrics. The title and Harry’s letter come from the song Lost in the Darkness from Jekyll and Hyde
I got two of the pairings, and it took me a while to figure out how to make this a love story with non-con, but hopefully this works out. There’s also not much Hermione/Pansy as I can’t do graphic femmeslash, but it’s implied. This was one of the hardest fics I’ve ever written, but it’s done!
Original request:
3-5 favorite pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, Hermione/Pansy
Special requests (kinks/wish list/prompts): non-con is always good, but
other than that, whatever.
~*~*~*~*~
He wondered what it was like. To have the sun warm his skin. To know the warmth that could melt the coldest of nights. To look up at the sky and see something besides black. To have to cover his eyes because the light was so bright. To wake up in the morning to the sun rising. To feel the heat prickling his skin as the light filtered through the small opening in the heavy drapes covering the windows.
These were things he watched Harry do everyday. Harry would sleep at night, and miss the darkness that ruled Draco’s world. Harry would wake up with sun, and take for granted the warmth and the heat and the feeling.
He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t angry or mad that he couldn’t know any of those things. He just wondered. He knew it wasn’t Harry’s fault that he could feel heat anymore. He also knew it wasn’t his own fault. It was no one’s fault. It just...was.
As Harry turned over and mumbled lightly, Draco moved out of the shadows he had been lounging in and held his hand in the small sunbeam. Would it be different this morning? Would he feel the heat? Would he feel the light? Would he feel anything?
Smoke rose up from his hand and he cocked his head to the side. He scrutinized his red hand as if it were a small specimen he was studying. Draco didn’t take his eyes off his hand when the covers rustled, and the once-sleeping Harry turned his head toward him lazily.
“Draco?” Harry asked sleepily, while rubbing his eyes. “You didn’t burn the toast again, did you?” When he received no reply, Harry perked up and sat up fully in the bed. “Draco? What are you-”
He stopped short and raced out of the bed, yanking Draco’s hand back and cradling the cold body against his own warm one. Harry panted and walked backwards until his legs hit the bed and he fell to the soft mattress, bringing Draco down with him. He took the still-smoking hand in his own and sighed.
“Why do you do this, Draco? You know the sun burns you.”
“I’m sorry, Harry. I just forgot for a moment,” Draco said softly, still looking down at his hand. Harry sighed again and rand a hand through Draco’s soft hair. When he turned his attention back to Draco’s hand, Draco looked at the light coming through the drapes. He didn’t feel the light or the heat. Why couldn’t he feel the heat? He tried so often to catch the light in his hand, but the light just turned to smoke.
He’s wrong, Draco thought. It doesn’t burn.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Your hand is burned again, Draco. You know I discourage this.”
Draco nodded and accepted the cup offered to him. He snuck a sideways glance and found Pansy staring openly at him in confusion.
“How did you manage that?” Pansy asked incredulously. She started drinking the rich human blood from her own cup, and color started coming back into her cheeks. There wasn’t much to drink, but it was much more refreshing than the “grown” blood Potter and Granger gave them.
“Stuck my hand in the sun this morning,” Draco said with a grin, finishing up his own cup. They handed the drinks back to the waiting hand. “You know, you’re lucky all you have to do is sleep. I actually have to move around and try to injure myself.” Pansy snickered and turned her cheek up to receive the kiss Draco gave her.
“I have to get back. Granger wasn’t sleeping well and I don’t want to be missed,” Pansy said to Draco, who snorted.
“You may not like having a light sleeper for a guardian, but I get bored. Potter could sleep through anything.”
“Be that as it may, you should both return. I do not want you found out,” the dark voice said from the shadows. Pansy turned and took a deep breath. “I know you do not like our plan, but it is the only way for you to exist without being hindered in this world.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t like it,” Draco retorted.
“Just remember,” the stranger put hands on both Draco and Pansy’s shoulders. “It’s not your fault.”
“We know,” Draco said, and he and Pansy walked away.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“I heard from Hermione today, Draco. She thinks Pansy may be doing better.”
Draco wanted to laugh when he heard Harry’s statement, but laughter would give him away. He wasn’t allowed to be happy or sad or anything but indifferent. He was a danger to himself and to others.
Apparently, vampires like to kill things.
Draco allowed himself a tiny grin when Harry’s back was turned.
Imagine that.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“There was another attack last night,” Hermione said absently, while making breakfast. “We think whoever killed this person is the same person who attacked you, and we’re trying really hard to catch them.” Hermione put down the plate of food in front of the quiet, pale witch sitting at her table. She reached up and petted the dark hair and sighed. “We’re working really hard to help you, Pansy. You and Draco both. It’s going to work.”
Keep saying it and you might believe it, Pansy thought. She did allow her eyes to follow the pulse in the smooth neck close to her. It would be so easy, so simple, to just reach up and snap the brittle and weak bones.
What an entertaining thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“It is time.”
Draco nearly dropped his cup in surprise. “Now?”
“Now.”
Pansy smiled and drank the contents in her cup quickly. She paused when she noticed Draco not drinking. He handed it back, the liquid inside untouched.
“What are you-”
“Do you really think I’m going to resist draining Potter dry?” Draco asked, his tone sharp and his eyes fierce. “After everything, the power would be-I can’t pass that up.”
“Always so power hungry,” Pansy said with a grin. “That killed your father, you know.”
“No, I killed my father.”
Pansy just laughed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was the last time he would ever have to enter this hell hole. Draco made sure he made lots of noise. No doubt Potter was having a panic attack about the lost vampire. He took a deep breath and turned his head up to the ceiling, closing his eyes as he stretched out his senses.
“Draco? Is that you? Where the hell have you been?”
He lowered his head and smiled sharply. Potter’s pulse was racing and his breathing was harsh. Draco snapped his eyes open and saw that Potter was eyeing him cautiously with his wand in hand.
“What’s wrong, Harry? Don’t want to save me anymore?”
He almost didn’t see the piece of paper lying on the coffee table of the living room. The paper looked expensive, and he should know. The letter wasn’t new because he couldn’t smell the remnants of the drying ink. Draco furrowed his brow. The letter was probably written a long time before.
Sneaking a glance up at the now nervous Harry, Draco picked up the letter and broke the seal. He immediately knew the author of the letter to be Harry, mostly because of the fact it barely readable.
“Dearest Draco,”
“It must be serious, then, if you’re willing to kiss arse this much,” Draco murmured with a smirk. He continued reading aloud.
“I know you’re lost in the darkness, as silence surrounds you. Once there was morning, but now only endless night.”
“What the bloody hell is this load of utter crap?” Draco asked in the quiet room. He looked around for a place to sit. He settled down on the sofa and opened the parchment more to read the rest of the letter.
“If I could reach you, I’d guide you and teach you to walk from the darkness back into the light. Deep in your silence, please try to hear me. I’ll keep you near me until night passes us by.”
Draco rolled his eyes and tossed the paper onto the table. “What’s this then? Find your cure?” he asked harshly.
“How-what-what happened to you?” Harry stuttered. “This isn’t-”
“Normal? No, this is normal. Me walking around like a mentally unstable child isn’t normal. I was just biding my time until I got to kill you. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you bleed, Potter. I’ve found I miss the sight.”
Draco quickly rushed Harry and forced him into the hallway. He knocked the wand out of the wildly struggling arm and practically threw Harry into the bedroom.
“Why are you doing this?” Harry asked with panic in his voice. “I’ve been trying to help you!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Draco said with a final tone. “I don’t need to be helped. Nothing bad has happened to me, Potter. And you just don’t get that, do you?” Draco stopped and watched Harry for a few moments. “You’re not even going to fight are you?”
“If you would have finished the letter, you would know that,” Harry replied.
“I don’t care about any stupid letter. Granger is most likely already dead by Pansy’s hand, and you’re going to be dead shortly. That’s all I care about.”
A stray tear slipped down Harry’s cheek. “So this is it, then? You really don’t care that I’ve given up my life for you? This is my payment?”
“I can’t believe I’m say this, but money isn’t everything, Potter,” Draco said with a short laugh.
“You’re right,” a voice said suddenly. Harry spun around behind him to find Pansy grinning at him ferally. “I can’t believe you just said that, Draco.” She walked over to one of the chairs placed by a large bookcase in the room. “Don’t let me stop you from killing the boy-wonder,” she said, sitting down and crossing her legs demurely. “I want to watch.”
Draco returned her grin and faced Harry.
“Hermione?” the wizard asked, shaken.
“Dead,” Pansy replied off-handedly. “Now hurry up, I want to go shopping for some actual clothes.”
“You might want to go ahead, then, Pansy. I plan on being here a while.” Draco grinned.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Why?” Harry choked out, his breath cut off from the leather stripes of cloth wrapped around his neck.
“I was forced to burn for you,” Draco said simply, matchbook in one hand and a lit match in the other. “Now you’re going to burn for me.” As he dropped the match on Harry’s bare chest, he closed his eyes when he heard the exquisite screaming. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound.”
Draco sighed and looked down from his perch on Harry’s stomach. “You know, I’ll never figure out why you never had sex with me. All the other vampire owners did. I have it on good authority Pansy often had to be calmed down by sex.”
He laughed and got off the bed, taking off his shirt. “Well, guess what, Potter? We’re going to see if sex calms you down. Although,” Draco said with a grin as he unbuttoned his pants, “I plan on hearing a lot more screaming by the time we’re through.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
The ropes cut into Harry’s wrists and made the precious crimson blood flow from his veins. Draco didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the sight.
“Do you know how good you taste?” he asked as he rocked into the now-pliant body beneath him. “I wish I could keep you and just bottle up your veins, so I could taste you any time I wanted.”
“I would have done anything you wanted,” Harry whispered, his life almost gone from his body.
Draco threw his head back and laughed. “And now?”
“I still would,” he wheezed, making Draco laugh again. “It was my fault.”
“Oh no you won’t, you’re not getting the glory for this as well,” Draco snarled, his eyes glittering in the night. “You didn’t kill me, and you’re not getting the credit for it. You had nothing to do with it.”
“But it was my fault and you know it. I should have befriended you when we were young.” Harry glared up at the vampire on top of him. He arched his back and Draco reveled in the self-loathing that was rolling off of him in waves.
“You know something, Potter? I’ve learned a little something lately. It's no one's fault. There's no black and white. There’s only you and me, on our final night,” Draco said, increasing his thrusts, making Harry wince. “And as the hours run away with another life,” Draco let his fangs elongate and he smiled down at the frightened human beneath him as shudders ripped through his body. “Can't you see? It's now or never.”
Harry took a deep breath, well aware it could be his last, and stared up at Draco.
“I lo-”
Draco’s hand moved quicker than the eye could see and forced Harry’s neck to the side so quickly it snapped. The vampire froze, his hand still gripping part of the cooling flesh.
“Damn it,” he said quietly. He moved off the body and sat on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. “You weren’t supposed to go like that, you know. You were supposed to last longer, you stupid human. Boy-Who-Lived. Right.”
He stood and pulled his pants on, and walked out of the room without a glance back. As he was walking through the living room, his eyes saw the letter he had started reading earlier.
“Why not, eh?” he said to himself before sitting down on the couch and picking up the parchment. He looked at the letter written by a hand that would never move again, and grinned in satisfaction.
“I will find the answer. I’ll never desert you. I promise you this until the day that I die. Yours, Harry.”
“Looks like that day came earlier than you expected, right Potter?” Draco laughed and was about to throw the letter down, when words appeared on the bottom of the parchment.
Your sire is dead. He’s been dead since the night you were turned. The man you’ve been seeing is an Auror, who has been taking blood from Azkaban prisoners and feeding it to you. You’ve been poisoned. Only I know where the antidote is.
Draco’s hands began to shake. A large bang sounded in front of him, and he watched in horror as Pansy’s body fell from an open closet. Her skin was white, her lips blue, and her eyes glassy. She was dead, and this time, she wasn’t coming back. He looked back down at the parchment.
Too bad you killed me, right? But what that’s you said? It’s now or never.
He gasped as his hair was gripped and his head yanked back. He found a not-so-dead Harry Potter staring down at him in anger...and hunger. He smiled and showed fangs to the frightened vampire beneath him.
“Are you ready to burn?”
~End~
A/N: The characterizations were so off and everything, I’m so sorry! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
Title: Lost in the Darkness
Author: ???
Gift for: nubit
Pairings: H/D, Hermine/Pansy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own the HP characters. The “mysterious” person is just some random character that forced its’ way into my story.
Warnings: non-con, tiny little bit of blood-play, character death, some BDSM.
Summary: Harry wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. They don’t understand why they claimed to be loved. They don’t feel love anymore...but they feel pain.
Author note: This was inspired by Josh Groban’s Now or Never and the song Lost in the Darkness. I didn’t want to actually put the lyrics in the fic, because I thought that might break up the flow, but Draco does quote the chorus of Now or Never during the end of the fic. The whole song is just perfect for this fic, and I really suggest you either listen to the song while reader or at least look up the lyrics. The title and Harry’s letter come from the song Lost in the Darkness from Jekyll and Hyde
I got two of the pairings, and it took me a while to figure out how to make this a love story with non-con, but hopefully this works out. There’s also not much Hermione/Pansy as I can’t do graphic femmeslash, but it’s implied. This was one of the hardest fics I’ve ever written, but it’s done!
Original request:
3-5 favorite pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, Hermione/Pansy
Special requests (kinks/wish list/prompts): non-con is always good, but
other than that, whatever.
~*~*~*~*~
He wondered what it was like. To have the sun warm his skin. To know the warmth that could melt the coldest of nights. To look up at the sky and see something besides black. To have to cover his eyes because the light was so bright. To wake up in the morning to the sun rising. To feel the heat prickling his skin as the light filtered through the small opening in the heavy drapes covering the windows.
These were things he watched Harry do everyday. Harry would sleep at night, and miss the darkness that ruled Draco’s world. Harry would wake up with sun, and take for granted the warmth and the heat and the feeling.
He wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t angry or mad that he couldn’t know any of those things. He just wondered. He knew it wasn’t Harry’s fault that he could feel heat anymore. He also knew it wasn’t his own fault. It was no one’s fault. It just...was.
As Harry turned over and mumbled lightly, Draco moved out of the shadows he had been lounging in and held his hand in the small sunbeam. Would it be different this morning? Would he feel the heat? Would he feel the light? Would he feel anything?
Smoke rose up from his hand and he cocked his head to the side. He scrutinized his red hand as if it were a small specimen he was studying. Draco didn’t take his eyes off his hand when the covers rustled, and the once-sleeping Harry turned his head toward him lazily.
“Draco?” Harry asked sleepily, while rubbing his eyes. “You didn’t burn the toast again, did you?” When he received no reply, Harry perked up and sat up fully in the bed. “Draco? What are you-”
He stopped short and raced out of the bed, yanking Draco’s hand back and cradling the cold body against his own warm one. Harry panted and walked backwards until his legs hit the bed and he fell to the soft mattress, bringing Draco down with him. He took the still-smoking hand in his own and sighed.
“Why do you do this, Draco? You know the sun burns you.”
“I’m sorry, Harry. I just forgot for a moment,” Draco said softly, still looking down at his hand. Harry sighed again and rand a hand through Draco’s soft hair. When he turned his attention back to Draco’s hand, Draco looked at the light coming through the drapes. He didn’t feel the light or the heat. Why couldn’t he feel the heat? He tried so often to catch the light in his hand, but the light just turned to smoke.
He’s wrong, Draco thought. It doesn’t burn.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Your hand is burned again, Draco. You know I discourage this.”
Draco nodded and accepted the cup offered to him. He snuck a sideways glance and found Pansy staring openly at him in confusion.
“How did you manage that?” Pansy asked incredulously. She started drinking the rich human blood from her own cup, and color started coming back into her cheeks. There wasn’t much to drink, but it was much more refreshing than the “grown” blood Potter and Granger gave them.
“Stuck my hand in the sun this morning,” Draco said with a grin, finishing up his own cup. They handed the drinks back to the waiting hand. “You know, you’re lucky all you have to do is sleep. I actually have to move around and try to injure myself.” Pansy snickered and turned her cheek up to receive the kiss Draco gave her.
“I have to get back. Granger wasn’t sleeping well and I don’t want to be missed,” Pansy said to Draco, who snorted.
“You may not like having a light sleeper for a guardian, but I get bored. Potter could sleep through anything.”
“Be that as it may, you should both return. I do not want you found out,” the dark voice said from the shadows. Pansy turned and took a deep breath. “I know you do not like our plan, but it is the only way for you to exist without being hindered in this world.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t like it,” Draco retorted.
“Just remember,” the stranger put hands on both Draco and Pansy’s shoulders. “It’s not your fault.”
“We know,” Draco said, and he and Pansy walked away.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“I heard from Hermione today, Draco. She thinks Pansy may be doing better.”
Draco wanted to laugh when he heard Harry’s statement, but laughter would give him away. He wasn’t allowed to be happy or sad or anything but indifferent. He was a danger to himself and to others.
Apparently, vampires like to kill things.
Draco allowed himself a tiny grin when Harry’s back was turned.
Imagine that.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“There was another attack last night,” Hermione said absently, while making breakfast. “We think whoever killed this person is the same person who attacked you, and we’re trying really hard to catch them.” Hermione put down the plate of food in front of the quiet, pale witch sitting at her table. She reached up and petted the dark hair and sighed. “We’re working really hard to help you, Pansy. You and Draco both. It’s going to work.”
Keep saying it and you might believe it, Pansy thought. She did allow her eyes to follow the pulse in the smooth neck close to her. It would be so easy, so simple, to just reach up and snap the brittle and weak bones.
What an entertaining thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“It is time.”
Draco nearly dropped his cup in surprise. “Now?”
“Now.”
Pansy smiled and drank the contents in her cup quickly. She paused when she noticed Draco not drinking. He handed it back, the liquid inside untouched.
“What are you-”
“Do you really think I’m going to resist draining Potter dry?” Draco asked, his tone sharp and his eyes fierce. “After everything, the power would be-I can’t pass that up.”
“Always so power hungry,” Pansy said with a grin. “That killed your father, you know.”
“No, I killed my father.”
Pansy just laughed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was the last time he would ever have to enter this hell hole. Draco made sure he made lots of noise. No doubt Potter was having a panic attack about the lost vampire. He took a deep breath and turned his head up to the ceiling, closing his eyes as he stretched out his senses.
“Draco? Is that you? Where the hell have you been?”
He lowered his head and smiled sharply. Potter’s pulse was racing and his breathing was harsh. Draco snapped his eyes open and saw that Potter was eyeing him cautiously with his wand in hand.
“What’s wrong, Harry? Don’t want to save me anymore?”
He almost didn’t see the piece of paper lying on the coffee table of the living room. The paper looked expensive, and he should know. The letter wasn’t new because he couldn’t smell the remnants of the drying ink. Draco furrowed his brow. The letter was probably written a long time before.
Sneaking a glance up at the now nervous Harry, Draco picked up the letter and broke the seal. He immediately knew the author of the letter to be Harry, mostly because of the fact it barely readable.
“Dearest Draco,”
“It must be serious, then, if you’re willing to kiss arse this much,” Draco murmured with a smirk. He continued reading aloud.
“I know you’re lost in the darkness, as silence surrounds you. Once there was morning, but now only endless night.”
“What the bloody hell is this load of utter crap?” Draco asked in the quiet room. He looked around for a place to sit. He settled down on the sofa and opened the parchment more to read the rest of the letter.
“If I could reach you, I’d guide you and teach you to walk from the darkness back into the light. Deep in your silence, please try to hear me. I’ll keep you near me until night passes us by.”
Draco rolled his eyes and tossed the paper onto the table. “What’s this then? Find your cure?” he asked harshly.
“How-what-what happened to you?” Harry stuttered. “This isn’t-”
“Normal? No, this is normal. Me walking around like a mentally unstable child isn’t normal. I was just biding my time until I got to kill you. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you bleed, Potter. I’ve found I miss the sight.”
Draco quickly rushed Harry and forced him into the hallway. He knocked the wand out of the wildly struggling arm and practically threw Harry into the bedroom.
“Why are you doing this?” Harry asked with panic in his voice. “I’ve been trying to help you!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Draco said with a final tone. “I don’t need to be helped. Nothing bad has happened to me, Potter. And you just don’t get that, do you?” Draco stopped and watched Harry for a few moments. “You’re not even going to fight are you?”
“If you would have finished the letter, you would know that,” Harry replied.
“I don’t care about any stupid letter. Granger is most likely already dead by Pansy’s hand, and you’re going to be dead shortly. That’s all I care about.”
A stray tear slipped down Harry’s cheek. “So this is it, then? You really don’t care that I’ve given up my life for you? This is my payment?”
“I can’t believe I’m say this, but money isn’t everything, Potter,” Draco said with a short laugh.
“You’re right,” a voice said suddenly. Harry spun around behind him to find Pansy grinning at him ferally. “I can’t believe you just said that, Draco.” She walked over to one of the chairs placed by a large bookcase in the room. “Don’t let me stop you from killing the boy-wonder,” she said, sitting down and crossing her legs demurely. “I want to watch.”
Draco returned her grin and faced Harry.
“Hermione?” the wizard asked, shaken.
“Dead,” Pansy replied off-handedly. “Now hurry up, I want to go shopping for some actual clothes.”
“You might want to go ahead, then, Pansy. I plan on being here a while.” Draco grinned.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Why?” Harry choked out, his breath cut off from the leather stripes of cloth wrapped around his neck.
“I was forced to burn for you,” Draco said simply, matchbook in one hand and a lit match in the other. “Now you’re going to burn for me.” As he dropped the match on Harry’s bare chest, he closed his eyes when he heard the exquisite screaming. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound.”
Draco sighed and looked down from his perch on Harry’s stomach. “You know, I’ll never figure out why you never had sex with me. All the other vampire owners did. I have it on good authority Pansy often had to be calmed down by sex.”
He laughed and got off the bed, taking off his shirt. “Well, guess what, Potter? We’re going to see if sex calms you down. Although,” Draco said with a grin as he unbuttoned his pants, “I plan on hearing a lot more screaming by the time we’re through.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
The ropes cut into Harry’s wrists and made the precious crimson blood flow from his veins. Draco didn’t think he’d ever get tired of the sight.
“Do you know how good you taste?” he asked as he rocked into the now-pliant body beneath him. “I wish I could keep you and just bottle up your veins, so I could taste you any time I wanted.”
“I would have done anything you wanted,” Harry whispered, his life almost gone from his body.
Draco threw his head back and laughed. “And now?”
“I still would,” he wheezed, making Draco laugh again. “It was my fault.”
“Oh no you won’t, you’re not getting the glory for this as well,” Draco snarled, his eyes glittering in the night. “You didn’t kill me, and you’re not getting the credit for it. You had nothing to do with it.”
“But it was my fault and you know it. I should have befriended you when we were young.” Harry glared up at the vampire on top of him. He arched his back and Draco reveled in the self-loathing that was rolling off of him in waves.
“You know something, Potter? I’ve learned a little something lately. It's no one's fault. There's no black and white. There’s only you and me, on our final night,” Draco said, increasing his thrusts, making Harry wince. “And as the hours run away with another life,” Draco let his fangs elongate and he smiled down at the frightened human beneath him as shudders ripped through his body. “Can't you see? It's now or never.”
Harry took a deep breath, well aware it could be his last, and stared up at Draco.
“I lo-”
Draco’s hand moved quicker than the eye could see and forced Harry’s neck to the side so quickly it snapped. The vampire froze, his hand still gripping part of the cooling flesh.
“Damn it,” he said quietly. He moved off the body and sat on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. “You weren’t supposed to go like that, you know. You were supposed to last longer, you stupid human. Boy-Who-Lived. Right.”
He stood and pulled his pants on, and walked out of the room without a glance back. As he was walking through the living room, his eyes saw the letter he had started reading earlier.
“Why not, eh?” he said to himself before sitting down on the couch and picking up the parchment. He looked at the letter written by a hand that would never move again, and grinned in satisfaction.
“I will find the answer. I’ll never desert you. I promise you this until the day that I die. Yours, Harry.”
“Looks like that day came earlier than you expected, right Potter?” Draco laughed and was about to throw the letter down, when words appeared on the bottom of the parchment.
Your sire is dead. He’s been dead since the night you were turned. The man you’ve been seeing is an Auror, who has been taking blood from Azkaban prisoners and feeding it to you. You’ve been poisoned. Only I know where the antidote is.
Draco’s hands began to shake. A large bang sounded in front of him, and he watched in horror as Pansy’s body fell from an open closet. Her skin was white, her lips blue, and her eyes glassy. She was dead, and this time, she wasn’t coming back. He looked back down at the parchment.
Too bad you killed me, right? But what that’s you said? It’s now or never.
He gasped as his hair was gripped and his head yanked back. He found a not-so-dead Harry Potter staring down at him in anger...and hunger. He smiled and showed fangs to the frightened vampire beneath him.
“Are you ready to burn?”
~End~
A/N: The characterizations were so off and everything, I’m so sorry! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!