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Gary Oldman played Dracula... and Sirius Black! :D
Right-o. I am offically a dork who cannot refuse my reviewers even though I have no extra time on my hands. ^^;;
Went to Marissa's today. :D Watched Dracula again... had tears in my eyes half the movie. Gary Oldman r0x@rs my b0xers off. XD I adore that movie, despite all the boob popping scenes in it. ^^;;
Also bought my own copy of The Demon Ororon. MINE. MY OWN. *huggles it like the ONE RING*
Because of Dracula, I am once again happily writing Last Enchantment. BUT~ I have to put off all fic ideas until I finish my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harry_a_thon fic. ^^;; Yesyes.
I am a dork.
Movement II, Part 1
“Wake up, sleepyhead!”
Draco groaned into his pillow as he felt a weight on his back. Considering that this was the method he had been awaken for the last few days, he already knew that it was Harry pressing down on him, trying to wake him up by shaking him silly. Honestly. That boy was too energetic in the morning.
The blonde just snuggled deeper into his blankets.
There was a frustrated noise in the background as Harry couldn’t rouse Draco. The demon gave an audible ‘oomph’ as Harry’s weight landed on his back, effectively waking him up.
“C’mon, get up!” Harry’s strangely cheerful voice cut through the haze that covered Draco’s mind in the mornings, making him want to sleep during the entire day.
Draco peeked open an eye, capturing Harry’s attention. “Will you kiss me?”
Harry gave him a ‘look’. “No.”
“Demons are nocturnal, you know. But a kiss can wake us up.”
Harry’s tone was dry. “I somehow doubt that.”
Hmph. Well, he had tried.
Draco sat up slowly, letting the blankets fall into a pool around his hips. Harry didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed to see that Draco slept in the nude, not batting an eye as the demon stretched sensuously.
He reached out an arm to cup Harry’s face, drawing the other boy closer to him. “Good morning,” he said with a smile hint of a smile, brushing noses with the ebony-haired boy.
They were interrupted by the soft sound of wings, and Harry looking up curiously. Draco groaned in frustration as the other boy’s attention was shifted away from him.
“Hedwig!” Harry cried out as he saw a snowy white owl fly in through the window. His smile was like the sun’s radiance, so very bright, as the owl landed on his shoulder. “Where have you been, girl? You’ve been gone for weeks!”
Draco drew back slightly, watching the two interact. He couldn’t help the smile that came when he heard Harry laugh when ‘Hedwig’ nipped at his ear playfully.
Harry noticed Draco’s silence after but a moment, and focused his attention back on the demon, still lightly stroking Hedwig’s head with the tip of his fingers. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Draco tilted his head. “It’s not usual to have an owl as a pet.”
“She’s not a pet.” Harry corrected him. “She’s a very dear friend of mine whom come and go as she pleases.”
The green-eyed boy’s attention was drawn back to the owl yet again as she tried to preen him, cleaning strands of his hair with her beak. Harry winced a little as she pulled at his hair, but then laughed when her features tickled a sensitive area of his neck.
“Beautiful…”
“Hmm?” Harry muttered, before registering what Draco had just uttered. He smiled brilliantly at the demon, “You really think so?”
Grey eyes stilled for a moment, softening at the image before him. “Yes.”
Harry turned his attention to Hedwig. “You hear that, girl? Draco thinks you’re beautiful!”
Draco didn’t bother to correct him.
Part 2
“You never told me how you got hurt.”
Harry placed the cup of tea onto the table before Draco, settling down the plates just in time as the toaster released the bread inside. The entire kitchen was filled with the wonderful smells of breakfast, from the bacon and eggs sizzling on the stove to the jars of jam that sat opened on the breakfast table.
Draco was sitting patiently, watching Harry as the boy worked his way around the kitchen, skillfully managing to multitask as breakfast was slowly made.
The blonde leaned back into his chair, stretching his arm out to balance on the table, careful not to knock his cup of tea over. “I was in a fight with a friend.” He said simply. He looked at his hand. “I’m mostly healed now.”
Harry gave him a curious look, but decided not to push.
“What is this?” Draco asked as Harry finally settled into the seat opposite him. The demon poked at the food wearily, looking up when Harry handed him a jar of jam for his slightly burnt toast.
“It’s breakfast.” Harry replied.
They ate there comfortably, just sitting and basking in each other’s presence. It was nearly the end of breakfast when the phone rang, and Harry excused himself to go answer it.
Draco just watched him.
“Hello?” Harry asked into the telephone, leaning against the wall. His eyes lit up when he heard the voice in the other side. “Hermione! You’re coming over again?” he paused, listening to the girl on the other side as she talked. “No, that’s quite alright. Yes, Draco is still here… you know you’re welcome here anytime, Hermione. As long as your parents say it’s okay for you to be alone with a boy at his house.” He teased.
He shifted, leaning so that he could support the phone on his shoulder as he peered out the window. “I’m okay, really… are you coming on Sunday, then?” there was a hesitation. “Sure. I’ll be expecting you, then.”
Harry hung up the phone, a pleasant smile on his face. He turned, “Draco, Hermione’s going to be coming…”
Silence.
Harry blinked at the empty space which the blonde had occupied just moments earlier.
“Draco?”
There was no response.
“Draco?!”
Part 3
Draco was gone. And he didn’t return the next day… nor the next.
“Hey- want to know a secret?”
“I heard that’s Potter’s parents abandoned him… didn’t want to be near a freak child like him.”
“They say that no one wants custody of him… that’s why he lives by himself. The only person who cared for him was his godfather… but he died.”
“His relatives say that he’s a freak… a monster.”
“I don’t blame people for not wanting him…”
The whispers and rumors hushed as Harry walked past the crowd of people, his former friends. They had never really been his friends, only those who wanted to take advantage of him if they needed help with homework or wanted to get close to Hermione. He didn’t care what they said.
“…don’t you know? Weird things happen around him.”
“Weird things?”
“Yeah, like ghosts and such. I have a neighbor who said that she saw a spirit go right up to Potter. I wouldn’t want to be around him if that were the case.”
Faceless people. They were nothing but shadows and voices to Harry, because he didn’t care about them. He didn’t care that they said horrible things about him, because they didn’t know him at all.
It’s been three days, Harry thought to himself as he entered his house, making sure to lock it behind hi so that no daring teenager would try and enter to taunt him. People were cruel like that nowadays.
I don’t miss him. Harry told himself. He was only here for a few days… I barely knew him.
He tossed his keys on the table haphazardly, and took off his jacket to toss onto the empty floor, not wanting to see the neat and baron house anymore. It just reminded him that there was nothing at all that hinted at other occupants in the house. It was a painful sign of the lonely life he led.
I didn’t need him anyway. Harry tried to think. Draco’s like my parents… like Sirius… like Hermione. They always leave.
He dropped face-down onto his bed, hugging his pillows tightly to him.
I don’t need anyone.
He buried his face into the soft covers.
There was a soft sound of air above him that made Harry sigh and draw back from the covers reluctantly, not wanting to end that current session of self-pity.
“Hedwig,” he huffed. “Now’s really not the time…”
“Hedwig? Unusual name… is that the name of someone living with you, angel?”
Harry scrambled up at the unfamiliar voice, completely alert now that he realized he wasn’t the only person in the house. His eyes widened as he backed up, seeing four strange people floating in the air, two with cat ears and all of them with a murderous gleam in their eyes.
“Aw, don’t be afraid, sweet angel.” The foremost one cooed at him mockingly. He leaned in close towards Harry, bringing a hand up to brush the dark fringe out of Harry’s eyes. “It’s not everyday we meet an angel as sweet-looking as you. I’m sure my boys will have lots of fun before we’re done…”
Harry jerked out of his grasp. “How did you get in here?” he demanded.
There was a smirk as the invader drew back, obviously pleased by the fact that Harry didn’t seem frightened of him or his companions. He turned back to his companions, still smirking, “See where I led us? Angel meat!”
Part 4
The talismans!
Harry scrambled up from his position as his bright eyes darted over to the wall which was supposed to hold the charms that protected him from evil spirits. It was gone!
The other talisman… the one that he carried around with him… that was in his jacket pocket, on the floor of the other room past the doorway that those creatures were guarding.
He dashed up, determined to make it past the doorway to the other room for the small amount of protection that the talisman would give him, but was pushed onto the ground by another of those invaders. Harry grunted in surprise, trying to get up only to be pushed down again by a firm weight on his middle.
There was laughter in the background.
“Oh no, angel. You’re not going anywhere.” The invader leaned in close, opening his mouth for Harry to see the snake-like tongue in the dark cavity. “It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted angel flesh…” the tongue caressed the side of Harry’s face, making him cringe back.
The background laughter of the other invaders was stopped suddenly.
“It seems like in the short time I was gone… you’ve left your guard down, Harry.”
The monster that was straddling Harry looked up, anger evident on his face at being interrupted. He was about to yell out obscenities when his eyes widened at the sight before him.
Steel grey eyes… silver-blonde hair supporting a pale complexion that was the trademark of the royal family… the demon king!
“Draco!” Harry exclaimed, relief flooded through his voice. He took advantage of the invader’s shock to push him off, rolling over before scrambling to his feet, his stance defensive.
Said Draco Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe of the room, a cigarette dangling between his lips, the epitome of casual on looking. Anyone would have that him to be unaffected by the scene before him had they not seen his eyes, hard and furious that these monsters would invade the home of the one person who had offered him sanctuary.
“It’s Draco Malfoy…” one of the invaders gasped. Harry didn’t look to see which one of them had spoken. “It’s the demon king!”
Harry startled. Demon king?
Draco exhaled from his cigarette, and threw it behind him out of a window.
“That kid can’t be the king,” another of the invaders was denying. “What would the king be doing here?”
Draco slowly stepped away from the wall, basking in the amount of fear that was generated with every step he took towards the monsters. “You weren’t invited.” He stated simply, and at once two of the invaders burst into dark, black flames- their screams swallowed by the thick weaves of devilry.
Harry gasped as the monster that had straddled him just a moment ago was destroyed in the fire, turning his eyes to Draco in horror.
Draco took another step towards the two remaining invaders, setting his grey eyes on the taller one. “Trespassing can warrant death, don’t you know?”
At once the taller of the two gasped, and fell to his knees, holding his abdominal area with both hands. But even those hands couldn’t hold back the sudden outpour of blood.
“Wha-? No! Blaise!” The last of the monsters dropped to her knees, trying her best to hold up the other.
Draco raised a hand apathetically. “Die.”
“No!”
The dark-haired boy shoved himself in Draco’s way, making Draco draw in a breath sharply and cancel out his magic.
“Please don’t!” Harry pleaded, his arms raised to defend those who had just a moment ago been more than happy to kill them. He stared Draco straight in the eyes. “Stop.”
The blonde demon bit back a frustrated growl. “They would have killed you with no remorse had I given them the chance!”
Harry took a step closer to Draco, staring straight into the demon’s eyes boldly. “Yes, they would have.” He said firmly. “But don’t be like them!” Those green eyes pleaded with his. “Pity them.”
Draco wanted to scream in frustration. Pity them? They almost killed Harry, didn’t he understand?
But looking into those bright eyes, barely concealed by the thin spectacles, Draco couldn’t help but agree to anything that Harry wanted. Damn those bright eyes, anyway. Draco already knew in the back of his mind that it was Harry’s angel blood that cried for mercy, even if it was for the enemy.
But then, it was that same mercy cry that had saved Draco.
The demon clenched his fists for a moment, before giving in to those eyes and summoning his powers to heal the nearly dead monster lying at their feet.
“Blaise!” the girl exclaimed in relief, hugging herself tightly to him as the blood disappeared.
“I can’t bring back the others.” Draco admitted. “It’s hard to bring back the dead; something that usually only archangels can do.”
Seeing that Draco’s killing spree was finally over, Harry let out a deep breath and drop to his knees, his mind finally starting to catch up with all that had happened in the last few minutes. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, trying to assimilate how he had just been attacked by monsters who wanted to eat him.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked gently, dropping to his knees beside the boy and completely ignoring the two other presences in the room. “Everything’s alright now.”
“I thought…” Harry gave a semi-hysterical laugh. “I thought you were never coming back.” I was ready to believe that you were never coming back.
“But I promised that I would stay-“
“You just disappeared for days on end! How was I to know if you would keep your promise or not?”
“It’s not that!” Draco nearly panicked. “I wouldn’t go back on my word like that… it’s just… well,” he seemed abashed for a moment. “You’re a very good cook, Harry… but… I can’t survive on the type of food you eat, so I went back to get my house-elf Dobby.”
Harry looked up. “Dobby…?”
A small, gangly creature suddenly appeared in front of him, startling Harry. “I is Dobby! And you sir must be the great Harry Potter that Dobby has heard about!” the creature nodded enthusiastically. “It is an honor to finally meet you, Harry Potter sir!”
Harry only sat there, stunned, as the house-elf’s attention was suddenly diverted from him to the blood covered room that had two small stacks of black ashes where two of the invaders had been burnt. It immediately went on to cleaning the gore from the carpet, muttering to itself all the while.
Draco tried to smile at the other boy, mind racing with ideas of how Harry might be feeling at the moment. He was startled, however, when the dark-haired boy rubbed his face and looked up at him, already recovered from the ordeal.
“Thank you…” Harry said softly. “For saving my life. I’m… glad that you’re back.”
Draco paused, before reaching out a hand to place on Harry’s mop of hair, marveling at the softness under his fingers. “I told you that I’d stay with you forever.”
The green-eyed boy only set his lips in a grim line, letting Draco marvel at how beautiful Harry looked when he was in pain or anguish.
The demon leaned down; using both hands to cup Harry’s face and draw him up to face him.
“Until your very last breath and beyond… until your body is once again delivered into the earth whence it came… I will stay with you.” Draco leaned his forehead against Harry’s. “Never be afraid anymore. I’ll always be here.”
Part 5
“Hey,” Harry realized a few days later. He turned from his reading to face Draco, who had been watching him the entire time. “You were the one who destroyed my talisman, weren’t you?”
Draco gave a guilty, lopsided grin. “Yes. I am a demon after all: it irritated me.”
Harry sputtered. “It irritated you? I was almost devoured by a group of monsters because of that!”
Draco took one look into Harry’s flashing eyes and couldn’t help the guilty thought that Harry looked beautiful angry as well flash though his head. “If anyone should show up again, I’ll protect you.”
Harry gave him a scathing glare. “That’s not the point.”
“Dobby will not allow young masters in the kitchen until the food is done!” came the shrilling voice of Dobby, right before Blaise and Pansy were kicked out of the kitchen magically. The doors slammed on their stunned faces, making the two of them complain loudly and pound at the kitchen door.
Harry and Draco both tried their best to ignore them.
There was a thud at the door, and Harry looked up to see Hermione’s silhouette against the doorframe of the threshold, her face hard as she stared at not only Draco, but the bellowing noises of the two whom had stayed after Harry had spared their lives.
She looked grim as she murmured, “And so the chaos ensues.”
Harry sat up from where he had been lounging, a smile ready for his best friend. “Hermione! It’s great to see you!”
Blaise’s voice came from the edge of the kitchen, “Oooh, she certainly looks tasty.”
Hermione sputtered as she dropped her bags. “Who the hell are you, why are you here, and what the hell did you mean by that?!”
Blaise leered at her, and Harry found himself once again in the midst of trying to play peacekeeper as he gave Draco an alarmed look before standing up, “Okay! Rule number one in this house: no eating Hermione!”
Went to Marissa's today. :D Watched Dracula again... had tears in my eyes half the movie. Gary Oldman r0x@rs my b0xers off. XD I adore that movie, despite all the boob popping scenes in it. ^^;;
Also bought my own copy of The Demon Ororon. MINE. MY OWN. *huggles it like the ONE RING*
Because of Dracula, I am once again happily writing Last Enchantment. BUT~ I have to put off all fic ideas until I finish my
harry_a_thon fic. ^^;; Yesyes. I am a dork.
Movement II, Part 1
“Wake up, sleepyhead!”
Draco groaned into his pillow as he felt a weight on his back. Considering that this was the method he had been awaken for the last few days, he already knew that it was Harry pressing down on him, trying to wake him up by shaking him silly. Honestly. That boy was too energetic in the morning.
The blonde just snuggled deeper into his blankets.
There was a frustrated noise in the background as Harry couldn’t rouse Draco. The demon gave an audible ‘oomph’ as Harry’s weight landed on his back, effectively waking him up.
“C’mon, get up!” Harry’s strangely cheerful voice cut through the haze that covered Draco’s mind in the mornings, making him want to sleep during the entire day.
Draco peeked open an eye, capturing Harry’s attention. “Will you kiss me?”
Harry gave him a ‘look’. “No.”
“Demons are nocturnal, you know. But a kiss can wake us up.”
Harry’s tone was dry. “I somehow doubt that.”
Hmph. Well, he had tried.
Draco sat up slowly, letting the blankets fall into a pool around his hips. Harry didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed to see that Draco slept in the nude, not batting an eye as the demon stretched sensuously.
He reached out an arm to cup Harry’s face, drawing the other boy closer to him. “Good morning,” he said with a smile hint of a smile, brushing noses with the ebony-haired boy.
They were interrupted by the soft sound of wings, and Harry looking up curiously. Draco groaned in frustration as the other boy’s attention was shifted away from him.
“Hedwig!” Harry cried out as he saw a snowy white owl fly in through the window. His smile was like the sun’s radiance, so very bright, as the owl landed on his shoulder. “Where have you been, girl? You’ve been gone for weeks!”
Draco drew back slightly, watching the two interact. He couldn’t help the smile that came when he heard Harry laugh when ‘Hedwig’ nipped at his ear playfully.
Harry noticed Draco’s silence after but a moment, and focused his attention back on the demon, still lightly stroking Hedwig’s head with the tip of his fingers. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Draco tilted his head. “It’s not usual to have an owl as a pet.”
“She’s not a pet.” Harry corrected him. “She’s a very dear friend of mine whom come and go as she pleases.”
The green-eyed boy’s attention was drawn back to the owl yet again as she tried to preen him, cleaning strands of his hair with her beak. Harry winced a little as she pulled at his hair, but then laughed when her features tickled a sensitive area of his neck.
“Beautiful…”
“Hmm?” Harry muttered, before registering what Draco had just uttered. He smiled brilliantly at the demon, “You really think so?”
Grey eyes stilled for a moment, softening at the image before him. “Yes.”
Harry turned his attention to Hedwig. “You hear that, girl? Draco thinks you’re beautiful!”
Draco didn’t bother to correct him.
Part 2
“You never told me how you got hurt.”
Harry placed the cup of tea onto the table before Draco, settling down the plates just in time as the toaster released the bread inside. The entire kitchen was filled with the wonderful smells of breakfast, from the bacon and eggs sizzling on the stove to the jars of jam that sat opened on the breakfast table.
Draco was sitting patiently, watching Harry as the boy worked his way around the kitchen, skillfully managing to multitask as breakfast was slowly made.
The blonde leaned back into his chair, stretching his arm out to balance on the table, careful not to knock his cup of tea over. “I was in a fight with a friend.” He said simply. He looked at his hand. “I’m mostly healed now.”
Harry gave him a curious look, but decided not to push.
“What is this?” Draco asked as Harry finally settled into the seat opposite him. The demon poked at the food wearily, looking up when Harry handed him a jar of jam for his slightly burnt toast.
“It’s breakfast.” Harry replied.
They ate there comfortably, just sitting and basking in each other’s presence. It was nearly the end of breakfast when the phone rang, and Harry excused himself to go answer it.
Draco just watched him.
“Hello?” Harry asked into the telephone, leaning against the wall. His eyes lit up when he heard the voice in the other side. “Hermione! You’re coming over again?” he paused, listening to the girl on the other side as she talked. “No, that’s quite alright. Yes, Draco is still here… you know you’re welcome here anytime, Hermione. As long as your parents say it’s okay for you to be alone with a boy at his house.” He teased.
He shifted, leaning so that he could support the phone on his shoulder as he peered out the window. “I’m okay, really… are you coming on Sunday, then?” there was a hesitation. “Sure. I’ll be expecting you, then.”
Harry hung up the phone, a pleasant smile on his face. He turned, “Draco, Hermione’s going to be coming…”
Silence.
Harry blinked at the empty space which the blonde had occupied just moments earlier.
“Draco?”
There was no response.
“Draco?!”
Part 3
Draco was gone. And he didn’t return the next day… nor the next.
“Hey- want to know a secret?”
“I heard that’s Potter’s parents abandoned him… didn’t want to be near a freak child like him.”
“They say that no one wants custody of him… that’s why he lives by himself. The only person who cared for him was his godfather… but he died.”
“His relatives say that he’s a freak… a monster.”
“I don’t blame people for not wanting him…”
The whispers and rumors hushed as Harry walked past the crowd of people, his former friends. They had never really been his friends, only those who wanted to take advantage of him if they needed help with homework or wanted to get close to Hermione. He didn’t care what they said.
“…don’t you know? Weird things happen around him.”
“Weird things?”
“Yeah, like ghosts and such. I have a neighbor who said that she saw a spirit go right up to Potter. I wouldn’t want to be around him if that were the case.”
Faceless people. They were nothing but shadows and voices to Harry, because he didn’t care about them. He didn’t care that they said horrible things about him, because they didn’t know him at all.
It’s been three days, Harry thought to himself as he entered his house, making sure to lock it behind hi so that no daring teenager would try and enter to taunt him. People were cruel like that nowadays.
I don’t miss him. Harry told himself. He was only here for a few days… I barely knew him.
He tossed his keys on the table haphazardly, and took off his jacket to toss onto the empty floor, not wanting to see the neat and baron house anymore. It just reminded him that there was nothing at all that hinted at other occupants in the house. It was a painful sign of the lonely life he led.
I didn’t need him anyway. Harry tried to think. Draco’s like my parents… like Sirius… like Hermione. They always leave.
He dropped face-down onto his bed, hugging his pillows tightly to him.
I don’t need anyone.
He buried his face into the soft covers.
There was a soft sound of air above him that made Harry sigh and draw back from the covers reluctantly, not wanting to end that current session of self-pity.
“Hedwig,” he huffed. “Now’s really not the time…”
“Hedwig? Unusual name… is that the name of someone living with you, angel?”
Harry scrambled up at the unfamiliar voice, completely alert now that he realized he wasn’t the only person in the house. His eyes widened as he backed up, seeing four strange people floating in the air, two with cat ears and all of them with a murderous gleam in their eyes.
“Aw, don’t be afraid, sweet angel.” The foremost one cooed at him mockingly. He leaned in close towards Harry, bringing a hand up to brush the dark fringe out of Harry’s eyes. “It’s not everyday we meet an angel as sweet-looking as you. I’m sure my boys will have lots of fun before we’re done…”
Harry jerked out of his grasp. “How did you get in here?” he demanded.
There was a smirk as the invader drew back, obviously pleased by the fact that Harry didn’t seem frightened of him or his companions. He turned back to his companions, still smirking, “See where I led us? Angel meat!”
Part 4
The talismans!
Harry scrambled up from his position as his bright eyes darted over to the wall which was supposed to hold the charms that protected him from evil spirits. It was gone!
The other talisman… the one that he carried around with him… that was in his jacket pocket, on the floor of the other room past the doorway that those creatures were guarding.
He dashed up, determined to make it past the doorway to the other room for the small amount of protection that the talisman would give him, but was pushed onto the ground by another of those invaders. Harry grunted in surprise, trying to get up only to be pushed down again by a firm weight on his middle.
There was laughter in the background.
“Oh no, angel. You’re not going anywhere.” The invader leaned in close, opening his mouth for Harry to see the snake-like tongue in the dark cavity. “It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted angel flesh…” the tongue caressed the side of Harry’s face, making him cringe back.
The background laughter of the other invaders was stopped suddenly.
“It seems like in the short time I was gone… you’ve left your guard down, Harry.”
The monster that was straddling Harry looked up, anger evident on his face at being interrupted. He was about to yell out obscenities when his eyes widened at the sight before him.
Steel grey eyes… silver-blonde hair supporting a pale complexion that was the trademark of the royal family… the demon king!
“Draco!” Harry exclaimed, relief flooded through his voice. He took advantage of the invader’s shock to push him off, rolling over before scrambling to his feet, his stance defensive.
Said Draco Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe of the room, a cigarette dangling between his lips, the epitome of casual on looking. Anyone would have that him to be unaffected by the scene before him had they not seen his eyes, hard and furious that these monsters would invade the home of the one person who had offered him sanctuary.
“It’s Draco Malfoy…” one of the invaders gasped. Harry didn’t look to see which one of them had spoken. “It’s the demon king!”
Harry startled. Demon king?
Draco exhaled from his cigarette, and threw it behind him out of a window.
“That kid can’t be the king,” another of the invaders was denying. “What would the king be doing here?”
Draco slowly stepped away from the wall, basking in the amount of fear that was generated with every step he took towards the monsters. “You weren’t invited.” He stated simply, and at once two of the invaders burst into dark, black flames- their screams swallowed by the thick weaves of devilry.
Harry gasped as the monster that had straddled him just a moment ago was destroyed in the fire, turning his eyes to Draco in horror.
Draco took another step towards the two remaining invaders, setting his grey eyes on the taller one. “Trespassing can warrant death, don’t you know?”
At once the taller of the two gasped, and fell to his knees, holding his abdominal area with both hands. But even those hands couldn’t hold back the sudden outpour of blood.
“Wha-? No! Blaise!” The last of the monsters dropped to her knees, trying her best to hold up the other.
Draco raised a hand apathetically. “Die.”
“No!”
The dark-haired boy shoved himself in Draco’s way, making Draco draw in a breath sharply and cancel out his magic.
“Please don’t!” Harry pleaded, his arms raised to defend those who had just a moment ago been more than happy to kill them. He stared Draco straight in the eyes. “Stop.”
The blonde demon bit back a frustrated growl. “They would have killed you with no remorse had I given them the chance!”
Harry took a step closer to Draco, staring straight into the demon’s eyes boldly. “Yes, they would have.” He said firmly. “But don’t be like them!” Those green eyes pleaded with his. “Pity them.”
Draco wanted to scream in frustration. Pity them? They almost killed Harry, didn’t he understand?
But looking into those bright eyes, barely concealed by the thin spectacles, Draco couldn’t help but agree to anything that Harry wanted. Damn those bright eyes, anyway. Draco already knew in the back of his mind that it was Harry’s angel blood that cried for mercy, even if it was for the enemy.
But then, it was that same mercy cry that had saved Draco.
The demon clenched his fists for a moment, before giving in to those eyes and summoning his powers to heal the nearly dead monster lying at their feet.
“Blaise!” the girl exclaimed in relief, hugging herself tightly to him as the blood disappeared.
“I can’t bring back the others.” Draco admitted. “It’s hard to bring back the dead; something that usually only archangels can do.”
Seeing that Draco’s killing spree was finally over, Harry let out a deep breath and drop to his knees, his mind finally starting to catch up with all that had happened in the last few minutes. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, trying to assimilate how he had just been attacked by monsters who wanted to eat him.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked gently, dropping to his knees beside the boy and completely ignoring the two other presences in the room. “Everything’s alright now.”
“I thought…” Harry gave a semi-hysterical laugh. “I thought you were never coming back.” I was ready to believe that you were never coming back.
“But I promised that I would stay-“
“You just disappeared for days on end! How was I to know if you would keep your promise or not?”
“It’s not that!” Draco nearly panicked. “I wouldn’t go back on my word like that… it’s just… well,” he seemed abashed for a moment. “You’re a very good cook, Harry… but… I can’t survive on the type of food you eat, so I went back to get my house-elf Dobby.”
Harry looked up. “Dobby…?”
A small, gangly creature suddenly appeared in front of him, startling Harry. “I is Dobby! And you sir must be the great Harry Potter that Dobby has heard about!” the creature nodded enthusiastically. “It is an honor to finally meet you, Harry Potter sir!”
Harry only sat there, stunned, as the house-elf’s attention was suddenly diverted from him to the blood covered room that had two small stacks of black ashes where two of the invaders had been burnt. It immediately went on to cleaning the gore from the carpet, muttering to itself all the while.
Draco tried to smile at the other boy, mind racing with ideas of how Harry might be feeling at the moment. He was startled, however, when the dark-haired boy rubbed his face and looked up at him, already recovered from the ordeal.
“Thank you…” Harry said softly. “For saving my life. I’m… glad that you’re back.”
Draco paused, before reaching out a hand to place on Harry’s mop of hair, marveling at the softness under his fingers. “I told you that I’d stay with you forever.”
The green-eyed boy only set his lips in a grim line, letting Draco marvel at how beautiful Harry looked when he was in pain or anguish.
The demon leaned down; using both hands to cup Harry’s face and draw him up to face him.
“Until your very last breath and beyond… until your body is once again delivered into the earth whence it came… I will stay with you.” Draco leaned his forehead against Harry’s. “Never be afraid anymore. I’ll always be here.”
Part 5
“Hey,” Harry realized a few days later. He turned from his reading to face Draco, who had been watching him the entire time. “You were the one who destroyed my talisman, weren’t you?”
Draco gave a guilty, lopsided grin. “Yes. I am a demon after all: it irritated me.”
Harry sputtered. “It irritated you? I was almost devoured by a group of monsters because of that!”
Draco took one look into Harry’s flashing eyes and couldn’t help the guilty thought that Harry looked beautiful angry as well flash though his head. “If anyone should show up again, I’ll protect you.”
Harry gave him a scathing glare. “That’s not the point.”
“Dobby will not allow young masters in the kitchen until the food is done!” came the shrilling voice of Dobby, right before Blaise and Pansy were kicked out of the kitchen magically. The doors slammed on their stunned faces, making the two of them complain loudly and pound at the kitchen door.
Harry and Draco both tried their best to ignore them.
There was a thud at the door, and Harry looked up to see Hermione’s silhouette against the doorframe of the threshold, her face hard as she stared at not only Draco, but the bellowing noises of the two whom had stayed after Harry had spared their lives.
She looked grim as she murmured, “And so the chaos ensues.”
Harry sat up from where he had been lounging, a smile ready for his best friend. “Hermione! It’s great to see you!”
Blaise’s voice came from the edge of the kitchen, “Oooh, she certainly looks tasty.”
Hermione sputtered as she dropped her bags. “Who the hell are you, why are you here, and what the hell did you mean by that?!”
Blaise leered at her, and Harry found himself once again in the midst of trying to play peacekeeper as he gave Draco an alarmed look before standing up, “Okay! Rule number one in this house: no eating Hermione!”