Walpurgisnacht by chaeldub
Title: Walpurgisnacht
Author: chaeldub
Words:623
Rating:G, I guess.
Summary: A dark room and two foes meet once again. One of them wants to give up, but the other wants to give something more.
It was one of those nights where you were glad to be a boy, well, The-Boy-Who-Lived, as opposed to Draco, The-Boy-Who-Could-Live-Forever. He could see the fire, way out on the school grounds where all the witches were gathered, casting shadows across the ceiling. He saw him Apparate then, where there was nothing, there was now a well dressed shadow.
“Don’t move, Draco.” Harry pointed his wand toward the ornate chair where the young man sat.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Don’t get smart, or try anything stupid.” Harry patted the sharpened piece of wood in the palm of his hand.
“I’m new to this,” Draco said, “I don’t know anybody else. I’m… I… It’s like I’ve got this hole inside me and I need to fill it with blood. It doesn’t matter how much I pour in I just feel more and more empty.”
“You know, for a while I had the crazy notion you were a werewolf. Well, actually, Ron thought that, I just went along with him.” Harry let himself fall into the comfortable chair opposite his foe.
“At least you’ve still got him, I feel so damn alone. There’s no-one here like me… I need someone… I need more vampires.” Draco’s held fell forward into his hands, his blonde locks drooping over his pale fingers.
“I’m sorry that I staked Snape. I suppose he didn’t tell you anything; he never did like to explain himself.”
“You don’t know what it’s like holding back from sinking my teeth into your thin brown neck. I can see one blue vein throbbing in your wrist when you grip your wand tightly and it’s driving me crazy, Potter.”
“So, I guess what you’re trying to say is, that if you wanted, I couldn’t stop you?” Harry placed the wand on the arm of the chair and slid his sleeve upward revealing his tattooed arm.
“A cross entwined by a serpent, how poetic, how just, how pathetic.” Draco sneered.
Harry laughed.
“Means as much to me as the one on your arm does to you.” Harry made to pull his cuff back into place.
There was a blur and a slowing of time, the clock ticked forward, backward, backward, forward once more. Draco was on his knees at Harry’s feet, his hand grasped Harry’s forearm and his teeth were a mere breath away from his skin.
“I could, you know.” Draco said.
“I could let you, if you really want to.” Harry steadied himself.
“What you think is, that I wont, that I’m scared” Draco slid up Harry until his lips brushed against his nape.
“No, I don’t think you’re scared.”
“You are though,” Draco whispered, “I can almost taste it.”
“Well why don’t you go and feed on someone who cares, Zabini’s down the hall or maybe Finnigan?” Harry yanked himself away and stood up, brushing himself down.
“I used to be able to get to you, get under your skin. Now I just want to taste what’s under it.” Draco stood behind the chair, his long nails dug into the oak frame.
“I’m going.” Harry said, abruptly.
“Potter, do you have holy water and crosses in your room?”
“No, I don’t.” Harry knew it was better not to lie.
“Well you might want to get some. I used to think I could trust myself with you but suddenly I feel…”
Then he was gone. He hadn’t opened the door. Draco just sort of slipped through a crack in the floor. Vampires could do that, turn into vapour and the like. Harry hadn’t know that Draco could do that, he thought that was something you had to be taught. Then again, there was a lot of things about Draco Malfoy that he didn’t know.
Author: chaeldub
Words:623
Rating:G, I guess.
Summary: A dark room and two foes meet once again. One of them wants to give up, but the other wants to give something more.
It was one of those nights where you were glad to be a boy, well, The-Boy-Who-Lived, as opposed to Draco, The-Boy-Who-Could-Live-Forever. He could see the fire, way out on the school grounds where all the witches were gathered, casting shadows across the ceiling. He saw him Apparate then, where there was nothing, there was now a well dressed shadow.
“Don’t move, Draco.” Harry pointed his wand toward the ornate chair where the young man sat.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Don’t get smart, or try anything stupid.” Harry patted the sharpened piece of wood in the palm of his hand.
“I’m new to this,” Draco said, “I don’t know anybody else. I’m… I… It’s like I’ve got this hole inside me and I need to fill it with blood. It doesn’t matter how much I pour in I just feel more and more empty.”
“You know, for a while I had the crazy notion you were a werewolf. Well, actually, Ron thought that, I just went along with him.” Harry let himself fall into the comfortable chair opposite his foe.
“At least you’ve still got him, I feel so damn alone. There’s no-one here like me… I need someone… I need more vampires.” Draco’s held fell forward into his hands, his blonde locks drooping over his pale fingers.
“I’m sorry that I staked Snape. I suppose he didn’t tell you anything; he never did like to explain himself.”
“You don’t know what it’s like holding back from sinking my teeth into your thin brown neck. I can see one blue vein throbbing in your wrist when you grip your wand tightly and it’s driving me crazy, Potter.”
“So, I guess what you’re trying to say is, that if you wanted, I couldn’t stop you?” Harry placed the wand on the arm of the chair and slid his sleeve upward revealing his tattooed arm.
“A cross entwined by a serpent, how poetic, how just, how pathetic.” Draco sneered.
Harry laughed.
“Means as much to me as the one on your arm does to you.” Harry made to pull his cuff back into place.
There was a blur and a slowing of time, the clock ticked forward, backward, backward, forward once more. Draco was on his knees at Harry’s feet, his hand grasped Harry’s forearm and his teeth were a mere breath away from his skin.
“I could, you know.” Draco said.
“I could let you, if you really want to.” Harry steadied himself.
“What you think is, that I wont, that I’m scared” Draco slid up Harry until his lips brushed against his nape.
“No, I don’t think you’re scared.”
“You are though,” Draco whispered, “I can almost taste it.”
“Well why don’t you go and feed on someone who cares, Zabini’s down the hall or maybe Finnigan?” Harry yanked himself away and stood up, brushing himself down.
“I used to be able to get to you, get under your skin. Now I just want to taste what’s under it.” Draco stood behind the chair, his long nails dug into the oak frame.
“I’m going.” Harry said, abruptly.
“Potter, do you have holy water and crosses in your room?”
“No, I don’t.” Harry knew it was better not to lie.
“Well you might want to get some. I used to think I could trust myself with you but suddenly I feel…”
Then he was gone. He hadn’t opened the door. Draco just sort of slipped through a crack in the floor. Vampires could do that, turn into vapour and the like. Harry hadn’t know that Draco could do that, he thought that was something you had to be taught. Then again, there was a lot of things about Draco Malfoy that he didn’t know.