JMDC: The Last Compartment (Part 2)
Title: The Last Compartment (Part 2)
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Not Betaed.
Word count: 1,941
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: This was meant to be my entry to enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge for September 2010, with the prompt of "I belong to you". However, I was very much occupied with moving to a different country so I did not get a chance to finish it until now. The third and final part will be posted shortly! Again, point out any mistakes if you can.
Summary: Draco wakes up and gets a bit of a surprise.
Draco had fallen asleep unintentionally. After all, who in their right mind would fall asleep in front of their greatest rival?
He woke with a sudden start. He looked around him; Granger and Weasley were gone, Potter was still seated in front of him and he was watching Draco steadily. He was a bit unnerved by Potter’s gaze. It was unwavering and suspicious, as if he suspected that he might take out a want and attack him at any moment. He made it a point to sit up a bit, yet look relaxed and innocent.
After a moment Potter’s gaze turned pensive, then he took a deep breath as he was going to say something. Draco turned away from watching Potter when he did not say anything after a moment. He turned towards the window instead and watched the countryside go by. Of course Potter would choose that moment to speak up.
“Do you think we should bury the old rivalry and attempt to be friends?”
Draco was startled. Where had that come from?
“You want us to be friend, Potter, after everything that we have done to each other?”
“Yes.”
That was all he said. Draco looked into his eyes and he wanted to be Potter’s friend.
“What do I get out of it?”
Potter looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“The war has taught me to be more cautious about whom I associate with and the Slytherin in me says that if I am to enter into a friendship with you, I should be getting something out of it.”
“Other than my friendship, you mean.”
“Yes.”
Potter leaned back into his seat and seemed to ponder the issue. Draco could not help but notice how dark and mysterious he looked in that particular posse.
What had gotten into me? Dark and mysterious? I must be mad.
After a time Potter leaned forward and set his emerald gaze on Draco once again. “If you agree to a few conditions, and being my friend is one of them, I will return your wand to you.”
Draco was flabbergasted. A) Potter was proposing to return his want, B) Potter still wanted to be his friend and C) Potter had somehow managed to turn things around on him. Now it was Draco who wanted to be Potters friend. Yes, it was mainly to get his wand back.
The prospect of having his Hawthorne wand back was too big to pass up. “Alright. I accept your offer.”
Potter smiled, almost maliciously, it seemed to Draco. Must be a trick of the light, Potter is anything but malicious. “You’re not going to even ask about the other conditions?”
“No. I trust in your Gryffindor intentions.”
Potter’s smile widened. “Shake on it.”
Draco found himself with Potter’s hand outstretched before him. For a second, he thought of refusing it, just like Potter had once done to him. Then he thought of his wand and having it in his hand again, and suddenly his hand held Potter’s hand and they had sealed their pact.
Potter’s hand was so cold.
“Sit on my lap, Draco.”
Had he just heard correctly?
“What? What did you just say, Potter?” Draco’s gray eyes met Potter’s green.
“Sit on my lap.” Draco felt compelled to obey. Suddenly he was sitting in Potter’s lap. “Oh, and now that we are going to be friends I would like for you to call me Harry. I will, of course, call you Draco.”
He continued to look into Harry’s eyes. “Of course, Harry.” It should have felt strange on his tongue, but for some reason it came naturally.
“Now I am going to explain the other conditions to you. In the eyes of the rest of the world, we are going to act as friends, but you are much more than that. You see, Voldemort had a card up his sleeve. When I killed him a plan was set into motion. One of his loyal servants waited for me to be alone. That was when the creature was set free and it had been instructed to attack me. Lucky for me, I was still full of adrenaline. I managed to kill him, Draco, but not before it bit me. And when I killed him some of his blood must have somehow entered my body. I do not know how, could have been through the bite itself or I could have swallowed some because t here had been so much. He must have recently fed.
“That night when I fell asleep I transformed. Normally, the vampire who turns a human will be its master. But he was dead. So I have no master. I quickly found out what that means. It means I still have complete control over myself. The night does not even control me. As you can clearly see, I can still roam the earth by day. I still need blood, crave blood, but I manage to control that urge as well. However, when I stepped into this compartment today, I almost lost it. You smelled so good, you blood smelled so good. So I knew I had to have you. You belong to me now Draco. I am going to bite you; I am going to drink from you. From now on I will only drink from you because I have a feeling you are going to be a mouth full.”
Harry smiled again, and this time Draco could see his fangs. He should have been frightened; deep down a part of him was, but Harry had control of his mind. He could not have moved away if he tried.
“I need you to say it, Draco. Say you belong to me.”
“I belong to you.” Draco tilted his head without being asked. Harry’s lips pulled back and his fangs were completely visible. Draco closed his eyes and he could feel them on his neck about to pierce his skin. Harry bit down.
~*~*~*~
Draco jolted awake and his hand flew to his neck. He was still in his seat. Potter sat across from him, watching him. Had it all been a dream?
“Did you have a nightmare, Malfoy?”
Draco glared at Potter and lowered his hand. “Yes, no, maybe.”
“So which is it?”
“It was just...just...strange. It’s no concern of yours.”
“Right, just trying to be friendly.”
Draco scoffed. “When have we ever been friendly with each other?” Potter did not answer. “That’s what I thought.” He looked around. He was alone with Potter, just like the dream. He shivered. “Where are Weasley and Granger?”
“I suppose they wanted a moment alone with each other.”
Draco grimaced in disgust. He did not want to know what the pair was getting up to.
“Don’t you think we should start?”
Draco was confused. He had been trying to block out images of Weasley and Granger kissing and what not. Did Potter mean they should start doing such things? That did not make any sense. “Start what?”
“Start being friendly to each other. I do not know if you noticed, but the war is over. We are both on a train back to our last year at Hogwarts. We are both adults; at least I should hope so. Could be not try to get along? We could even try to, dare I say it, be friends”
Draco froze. This was too similar to his dream. That was just a silly dream. Potter could not possibly be a vampire. Despite what dream Potter said no vampire has ever walked during the day without burning. And the sun was still shining down on him. He turned his thoughts back to the conversation at hand. “No, I do not think we could be friends. We are too different. I do not even think we have anything in common.” Potter took a breath to speak, but Draco stopped him, “And Quidditch does not count because we were always pitted against each other.”
“But we both enjoy playing the game, we hold the same position and we were both chosen captains in our sixth year. We had to have some leadership skills in common in order to manage that.”
“No, it does not count.” Potter looked slightly defeated. For some reason, Draco did not like to see him thus. “How about this? If you can think of three things that we have in common, other than Quidditch then I will attempt to be your friend. However, I do not think you can and I do not think a friendship between us would work.” He sat back in his seat, confident that Potter would not be able to think of anything.
Potter sat back as well and seemed deep in thought. After about five minutes, he sat up with a smile, proud of himself. “I have it!”
“Alright, let hear them.”
“One,” Potter counted off on his fingers, “we are first born, only children.” Draco nodded to show that he agreed with that point. “Two,” another finger, “both you and I were forced to do things for our respective sides that we did not really want to do but were compelled to do so in order to save people that we cared about.” Draco wanted to protest, but it was true. They did share that. “Three,” yet another finger, “we are both boys.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, that does not count. That is stating the obvious and does not count!”
“Fine. “ Potter was pensive for another minute. “Then, three,” he showed three finger again. “Three, we both saved each other. You saved me from Voldemort when I was captured at your house. You did not identify me. I saved your life in the Room of Requirement. I helped you onto my broom when you would have burned in the fiend fire. And I saved you again moments later when you would have been hexed or killed by that Death Eater.”
Draco was stunned. They were not three reasons he would have thought, but there they were. He did not know what to say.
“Please, Malfoy. Be my friend.”
Potter had used his first name and was practically begging him to be his friend. “Why? Why do you want so desperately to be my friend?”
“Because I believe we would have been friends from the very beginning. If not for Voldemort, my parents would have been alive. They would have told me about the Wizarding World as I grew up. And when would have met at Madame Milkin’s I would have talked to you. I believe we would have bonded over Quidditch. Then when we would have met again on this very train weeks later, we would have started a friendship. You would not have insulted Ron because with no Voldemort, your Pure Blood thoughts might not have been drilled into you so hard. We all could have been friends.
“The war is over now. I do not want to fight you anymore. I want piece. I want to be surrounded by friends. And I believe that we could be friend.”
Speechless, Draco was speechless. It was all true. They could have been friend; they could have been friend all along. A lump rose up in his through at the thought that Voldemort had robbed him yet another thing. He somehow managed to swallow it down.
“Alright, Potter. Let us try and be friends.”
Harry smiled. It was not a malicious smile; it was a kind and happy smile. He put out his hand for Draco to shake. He hesitated because again he got a sense of déjà vu, but in the end he clasped Harry’s hand.
It was warm.
tbc
Part 3
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Not Betaed.
Word count: 1,941
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: This was meant to be my entry to enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge for September 2010, with the prompt of "I belong to you". However, I was very much occupied with moving to a different country so I did not get a chance to finish it until now. The third and final part will be posted shortly! Again, point out any mistakes if you can.
Summary: Draco wakes up and gets a bit of a surprise.
Draco had fallen asleep unintentionally. After all, who in their right mind would fall asleep in front of their greatest rival?
He woke with a sudden start. He looked around him; Granger and Weasley were gone, Potter was still seated in front of him and he was watching Draco steadily. He was a bit unnerved by Potter’s gaze. It was unwavering and suspicious, as if he suspected that he might take out a want and attack him at any moment. He made it a point to sit up a bit, yet look relaxed and innocent.
After a moment Potter’s gaze turned pensive, then he took a deep breath as he was going to say something. Draco turned away from watching Potter when he did not say anything after a moment. He turned towards the window instead and watched the countryside go by. Of course Potter would choose that moment to speak up.
“Do you think we should bury the old rivalry and attempt to be friends?”
Draco was startled. Where had that come from?
“You want us to be friend, Potter, after everything that we have done to each other?”
“Yes.”
That was all he said. Draco looked into his eyes and he wanted to be Potter’s friend.
“What do I get out of it?”
Potter looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“The war has taught me to be more cautious about whom I associate with and the Slytherin in me says that if I am to enter into a friendship with you, I should be getting something out of it.”
“Other than my friendship, you mean.”
“Yes.”
Potter leaned back into his seat and seemed to ponder the issue. Draco could not help but notice how dark and mysterious he looked in that particular posse.
What had gotten into me? Dark and mysterious? I must be mad.
After a time Potter leaned forward and set his emerald gaze on Draco once again. “If you agree to a few conditions, and being my friend is one of them, I will return your wand to you.”
Draco was flabbergasted. A) Potter was proposing to return his want, B) Potter still wanted to be his friend and C) Potter had somehow managed to turn things around on him. Now it was Draco who wanted to be Potters friend. Yes, it was mainly to get his wand back.
The prospect of having his Hawthorne wand back was too big to pass up. “Alright. I accept your offer.”
Potter smiled, almost maliciously, it seemed to Draco. Must be a trick of the light, Potter is anything but malicious. “You’re not going to even ask about the other conditions?”
“No. I trust in your Gryffindor intentions.”
Potter’s smile widened. “Shake on it.”
Draco found himself with Potter’s hand outstretched before him. For a second, he thought of refusing it, just like Potter had once done to him. Then he thought of his wand and having it in his hand again, and suddenly his hand held Potter’s hand and they had sealed their pact.
Potter’s hand was so cold.
“Sit on my lap, Draco.”
Had he just heard correctly?
“What? What did you just say, Potter?” Draco’s gray eyes met Potter’s green.
“Sit on my lap.” Draco felt compelled to obey. Suddenly he was sitting in Potter’s lap. “Oh, and now that we are going to be friends I would like for you to call me Harry. I will, of course, call you Draco.”
He continued to look into Harry’s eyes. “Of course, Harry.” It should have felt strange on his tongue, but for some reason it came naturally.
“Now I am going to explain the other conditions to you. In the eyes of the rest of the world, we are going to act as friends, but you are much more than that. You see, Voldemort had a card up his sleeve. When I killed him a plan was set into motion. One of his loyal servants waited for me to be alone. That was when the creature was set free and it had been instructed to attack me. Lucky for me, I was still full of adrenaline. I managed to kill him, Draco, but not before it bit me. And when I killed him some of his blood must have somehow entered my body. I do not know how, could have been through the bite itself or I could have swallowed some because t here had been so much. He must have recently fed.
“That night when I fell asleep I transformed. Normally, the vampire who turns a human will be its master. But he was dead. So I have no master. I quickly found out what that means. It means I still have complete control over myself. The night does not even control me. As you can clearly see, I can still roam the earth by day. I still need blood, crave blood, but I manage to control that urge as well. However, when I stepped into this compartment today, I almost lost it. You smelled so good, you blood smelled so good. So I knew I had to have you. You belong to me now Draco. I am going to bite you; I am going to drink from you. From now on I will only drink from you because I have a feeling you are going to be a mouth full.”
Harry smiled again, and this time Draco could see his fangs. He should have been frightened; deep down a part of him was, but Harry had control of his mind. He could not have moved away if he tried.
“I need you to say it, Draco. Say you belong to me.”
“I belong to you.” Draco tilted his head without being asked. Harry’s lips pulled back and his fangs were completely visible. Draco closed his eyes and he could feel them on his neck about to pierce his skin. Harry bit down.
~*~*~*~
Draco jolted awake and his hand flew to his neck. He was still in his seat. Potter sat across from him, watching him. Had it all been a dream?
“Did you have a nightmare, Malfoy?”
Draco glared at Potter and lowered his hand. “Yes, no, maybe.”
“So which is it?”
“It was just...just...strange. It’s no concern of yours.”
“Right, just trying to be friendly.”
Draco scoffed. “When have we ever been friendly with each other?” Potter did not answer. “That’s what I thought.” He looked around. He was alone with Potter, just like the dream. He shivered. “Where are Weasley and Granger?”
“I suppose they wanted a moment alone with each other.”
Draco grimaced in disgust. He did not want to know what the pair was getting up to.
“Don’t you think we should start?”
Draco was confused. He had been trying to block out images of Weasley and Granger kissing and what not. Did Potter mean they should start doing such things? That did not make any sense. “Start what?”
“Start being friendly to each other. I do not know if you noticed, but the war is over. We are both on a train back to our last year at Hogwarts. We are both adults; at least I should hope so. Could be not try to get along? We could even try to, dare I say it, be friends”
Draco froze. This was too similar to his dream. That was just a silly dream. Potter could not possibly be a vampire. Despite what dream Potter said no vampire has ever walked during the day without burning. And the sun was still shining down on him. He turned his thoughts back to the conversation at hand. “No, I do not think we could be friends. We are too different. I do not even think we have anything in common.” Potter took a breath to speak, but Draco stopped him, “And Quidditch does not count because we were always pitted against each other.”
“But we both enjoy playing the game, we hold the same position and we were both chosen captains in our sixth year. We had to have some leadership skills in common in order to manage that.”
“No, it does not count.” Potter looked slightly defeated. For some reason, Draco did not like to see him thus. “How about this? If you can think of three things that we have in common, other than Quidditch then I will attempt to be your friend. However, I do not think you can and I do not think a friendship between us would work.” He sat back in his seat, confident that Potter would not be able to think of anything.
Potter sat back as well and seemed deep in thought. After about five minutes, he sat up with a smile, proud of himself. “I have it!”
“Alright, let hear them.”
“One,” Potter counted off on his fingers, “we are first born, only children.” Draco nodded to show that he agreed with that point. “Two,” another finger, “both you and I were forced to do things for our respective sides that we did not really want to do but were compelled to do so in order to save people that we cared about.” Draco wanted to protest, but it was true. They did share that. “Three,” yet another finger, “we are both boys.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, that does not count. That is stating the obvious and does not count!”
“Fine. “ Potter was pensive for another minute. “Then, three,” he showed three finger again. “Three, we both saved each other. You saved me from Voldemort when I was captured at your house. You did not identify me. I saved your life in the Room of Requirement. I helped you onto my broom when you would have burned in the fiend fire. And I saved you again moments later when you would have been hexed or killed by that Death Eater.”
Draco was stunned. They were not three reasons he would have thought, but there they were. He did not know what to say.
“Please, Malfoy. Be my friend.”
Potter had used his first name and was practically begging him to be his friend. “Why? Why do you want so desperately to be my friend?”
“Because I believe we would have been friends from the very beginning. If not for Voldemort, my parents would have been alive. They would have told me about the Wizarding World as I grew up. And when would have met at Madame Milkin’s I would have talked to you. I believe we would have bonded over Quidditch. Then when we would have met again on this very train weeks later, we would have started a friendship. You would not have insulted Ron because with no Voldemort, your Pure Blood thoughts might not have been drilled into you so hard. We all could have been friends.
“The war is over now. I do not want to fight you anymore. I want piece. I want to be surrounded by friends. And I believe that we could be friend.”
Speechless, Draco was speechless. It was all true. They could have been friend; they could have been friend all along. A lump rose up in his through at the thought that Voldemort had robbed him yet another thing. He somehow managed to swallow it down.
“Alright, Potter. Let us try and be friends.”
Harry smiled. It was not a malicious smile; it was a kind and happy smile. He put out his hand for Draco to shake. He hesitated because again he got a sense of déjà vu, but in the end he clasped Harry’s hand.
It was warm.
tbc
Part 3