Okay, so apparently, it's dredge up your old fics night.. but I want to start this up again.
Harry/Draco
Rated:M for safety
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Draco Malfoy; Slytherin Prince and Malfoy heir, what wasn't there to like about his life?
Well, discarding the fact he is a vampire and has to find his mate in a matter of a month or he and his mate dies, his life was pretty satisfactory.
Draco spent most of his time during the summer before sixth year just wondering who on earth his mate was. It had to be someone from Hogwarts, because he could smell an utterly delicious scent passing under his nose whenever he was around the Gryffindors.
Wait a minute... Gryffindor? To think that the gods would choose someone in the same house! he thought to himself one night, while taking his nightly bubble bath.
He sifted through his mind, remembering names, faces and smells. His mind stopped at Ron Weasley and he wrinkled his nose.
No, that can't be it, he smells too sour.He went through the list again, stopping at another Weasley, well, actually two.
Fred and George? They do smell absolutely gorgeous, but not a smell that would particularly appeal to me in a time of need for blood. Draco smirked.
Then, his mind rested on Harry Potter, his best friend since first year. The memory of his scent played along Draco's senses; the smell of vanilla and cinnamon. He remembered all the times when he got too close to Harry, where his scent nearly overpowered his mind.
Great, I'll be stuck with my best friend for eternity. He chuckled to himself.
XxXxXxXx September 1st- Draco's POV
The second I step onto platform nine and three quarters, I'm swamped by millions of scents. My eyes shift warily, searching for Harry amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd. I smile softly as I find him talking to Hermione. I stroll up to them, and Hermione, spotting me first, waves.
Harry looks back at me and smiles. "Hey Draco, how was your summer?" he asks as he wraps an arm around my waist in a friendly hug.
Hermione smiles and looks at me. "Draco, can I talk to you in private"
"Of course," I say, and Hermione winks at Harry slyly.
That's ... odd, I think to myself as I get pulled onto the train by Hermione, Harry trailing not so far behind.
"Here's an empty compartment." Hermione sighs as she leads me into it, shutting and locking the door. There's silence for a moment.
"Harry's my mate! And not a friend mate, a vampire mate!" I blurt out, unable to hold my secret any longer.
"I know. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that Harry is in bloody near love with you, not that you don't know that, and I know that he's not just a friend, because you've both already stepped over that line. I could sense it since third year when you told me.." Hermione has a look of pride plastered on her face.
"Well, that didn't catch me off guard one bit!" I laugh sarcastically.
There's a knock at the compartment door, and Harry is there, looking at me with those innocent, puppy dog eyes. Hermione laughs and unlocks the door. She whispers something to Harry and then says, "Well, I'll leave you two alone then." She walks out, probably going to search for Ron. Harry closes the blinds on the compartment door window and kisses my lips softly. I'm completely frozen.
"Merlin, I've missed you," he says, bringing me into a hug.
I stand there speechless, until I get my thoughts together.
"Harry, I think we should sit down." I say, sitting and pulling him into my lap. Our relationship has always been more intimate than your average friendship. There's the tickles and giant hugs and hands around each other's waist and occasional kisses, which I am glad for, because it makes what I was about to say a hell of a lot easier. I feel bad though- I haven't told Harry my secret, due to my cowardly thoughts of being rejected. "Harry... I'm a vampire, and you're my mate, darling," I finally say, looking into his emerald eyes.
He's silent for a while, just sitting on my lap and staring at me, then he stutters out, "I... I don't understand..."
"I've put it quite clearly, yes?" I nuzzle his neck, and he giggles. "What's so funny, eh?"
"Your breath, it tickles." He smiles, before sighing. "But why me?" he asks quietly, looking at me as I twirl some of his hair around my finger.
"I, personally, would definitely choose you, over anyone in the Wizarding world, to be my mate if I had a choice. But, I don't, and I am especially glad it's you my vampire side chose. Maybe you're just the right one for my body, mind, and soul." I trace intricate lines on his neck, and it causes him to shiver.
"But what about our friends? What if they don't accept us?" he whispers, looking into my gray eyes
"To hell with them if they don't accept us," I tell him determinedly.
"To hell with them, then," Harry says back.
"But there's a catch," I say, resting my head on Harry's, chin pillowed by his unruly hair. "I have to feed off of you."
"That's entirely fine with me," he replies calmly.
One of my eyebrows raises in a questioning look, "You don't have any questions, concerns, comments, anything"
"Nope," he says,"in fact, before bed tonight, you can mark me."
"Really? Harry, I love you. Tonight will be romant-Wait a minute! How would we be able to sleep together? We're in different houses"
"Hermione's got her ways." Harry looks up at me and smiles softly.
My eyebrow goes up again. "Ooh, she's going to get it."
Harry giggles softly. "I love it when your eyebrows do that."
"Do what?" I make my eyebrows do a wave. Harry giggles even more.
I kiss his lips and the train starts to move.
"Off to Hogwarts we go then," Harry murmurs tiredly as he drifts to sleep.
Hermione knocks at the door lightly, almost afraid to disturb Harry's peaceful slumber. I motion for her to come in, and I see her lips move, muttering, "Alohamora." She and Ron tiptoe into the compartment silently, jumping slightly when Harry stirs. Ron closes the door again. They stay silent for a few moments, before Ron opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again, almost as if he is rethinking his words. He finally begins to speak.
"Draco, I just want to say that I give you my blessing, if that means anything to you. I know that I've been pretty rude to you, and refused to see you two as more than friends, let alone mates. Hermione's set me straight, and I'm really sorry for my actions," Ron said quietly.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that. Ron, I'm sorry too." I smile warmly.
Harry's eyes flutter open, looking up at me. I brush a strand of hair from his face. "I have a question now... Will it hurt when you bite me? And will it make a mark, because its going to look very akward if I have two puncture marks in my neck," Harry asks.
"It will hurt the first time, love, but after two or three bites, you'll only feel pleasure. It'll leave a mark, but it only ends up being a white scar." I smile at him reassuringly.
A lady with a cart of treats and snacks knocks at the door and opens it. "Want anything from the trolley, dears?" Harry hands me some galleons and motions toward the cart. "Two of everything on the cart," Harry says as I give the lady the money. She gathers up the food and sets it onto the seat next to me.
"'Ave a nice ride." She waves as she walks away, pulling the door closed.
Harry jumps up and smiles like a little muggle child with their first bicycle "Food!" Harry exclaims, throwing packages at me , Hermione, and Ron. After another few hours of chatting merrily over Chocolate Frogs and Bertie's Beans, we arrive at Hogwarts station. We walk into the crowd of schoolmates and soon get off the train, bumping once or twice into first and second years. Hagrid is grinning and waving manically to us. "'Ello 'Arry! How was yer summer?" Hagrid asks.
"It was better than any other summer I've had!" Harry giggles.
"That's good." Hagrid nods then turns to the crowd and yells, "Firs' years o'er here!" We all wave to him as we walk toward the carriages.
"What are they?" Harry stares at an empty space in between the carriages. I raise my eyebrow and try to see what he's looking at.
"There's nothing there, Harry. The carts pull themselves," Hermione tells him softly, looking rather concerned.
"They are Thestrals. Only the people that have seen death can see them. It's like they're giving a gift to us," A blond haired girl, who I know as Luna, said.
"Luna Lovegood, correct? I'm Draco, and this is Harry, Ron and Hermione," I intoduce us to Luna as we climb into the carriage.
"It's lovely to meet you all."
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