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The Long-Desired	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12097 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-The Long-Desired
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
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�� You must add three drops of molten copper.

�� Harry
snarled through his teeth as he reached for the vial of copper, without taking
his eyes from the cauldron. Of course the
solution to change his blood would end up being a potion. There was a spell
described in the book, too, but the author had admitted that the incantation
was not attested to in reliable sources, and offered a dozen different guesses
for each word.

�� Harry was
not about to use a non-reliable spell. This was too important, especially
because Hermione had declared her intention to interfere with his life and
because Malfoy would probably start pressuring him the moment he realized Harry
wasn�t coming back to him. So that left the potion.

�� Three drops
of molten copper fell from the lip of the vial into the potion. It emitted a
foul-smelling, choking cloud of black steam that Harry had to bite his lip to
keep from vomiting at. He darted his eyes back to the book, and wondered if the
�few fumes� it described were the same as this cloud.

�� Then he
shrugged and reached impatiently for the next ingredient, a chalky powder he�d
composed from mixing up real chalk with bits of Scarlet Death beetles. He had
no time to worry. What if Malfoy was out there right now? It was night, so he
could be.

�� As if on
cue, there was a strong, steady strike against the wards, as though someone had
knocked on his front door. Harry�s hand spasmed, and the entire wooden bowl of
powder fell into the cauldron at once, instead of being scattered smoothly
across the surface of the potion the way it was supposed to be.

�� Harry
barely had time to roll out of the way before the potion exploded, showering
the entire room with a thick, tarry-like substance. He felt it land in his hair
and ducked his face further, pressing it into the floor. He had horrible
visions of being unable to breathe, choked by the clinging thickness�

�� The way he
had felt ever since Malfoy had made him feel pleasure. Or at least since he had
realized that the Long-Desired bond was a slave bond.

�� When the
tar had settled, Harry sprang to his feet, shaking. A week of sleepless nights,
of worry lest Malfoy should find some way to force himself through the wards,
of concern about losing his friends, of the shock of seeing the memories of
Ginny�s death again in the Collector�s tower and knowing that Malfoy and the
Collector and Lucy, the Collector�s Long-Desired, had seen them too�

�� It was too
much. With a shriek, Harry Apparated through his own wards, headed for the
white boulder where he knew Malfoy lurked. He had to destroy him. If ordinary magic wouldn�t work, then one of
the tricks he had picked up in the course of hunting vampires had to.

�� It had to.

*

�� Draco
reared back in surprise when he felt the wards rippling and quivering. The only
thing that should make them do that was someone tearing them down from the
inside. For a moment, hope choked him. Had Harry succumbed to the intense need
that was eating Draco himself alive, and decided to come to him?

�� Then the
wards dropped, and Harry burst through, his teeth bared and clenched�still not
as impressive as a vampire�s, but bloody close�and his hair seeming to stand on
end and his eyes on fire. He was aiming his wand at Draco.

�� Draco
leaped in the air, gracefully twisting, his limbs flung out, retaining a faint
desire to impress Harry even as he removed himself from danger. He knew it had
done no good and Harry�s wand must have tracked him when he felt the creeping
sizzle of a curse along his muscles.

�� As had
happened the last time Harry hit him with magic in the Collector�s tower, the
spell stung, but didn�t damage him much. Draco landed with a feeling that he�d
spent all evening in a coffin. He stretched his arms above his head and tilted
his chin up and down, letting his hair brush his back. He sighed and shook his
head at Harry. �When are you going to learn that you can�t hurt me?� He lowered his voice to a gentle, coaxing tone. �And when
are you going to learn that I have no wish to hurt you? You are my
Long-Desired, Harry, the one I��

�� Harry
screamed. The sound was pure torment, and Draco shivered in spite of himself.
Yes, he didn�t mind much when mortals suffered, but this was his mortal.

�� Harry,� he
whispered. �You have to understand that I don�t want to hurt you. I couldn�t
hurt you even if I wanted to, no more than you can hurt me.� If he said that
enough times, maybe Harry would begin to believe it, or at least acknowledge
it. �Please. That�s what it means to be each other�s Long-Desired and vampire.�

�� Another
curse came his way without a response, unless he counted the snarl that sounded
as if it were bubbling up from Harry�s gut. Draco bent backwards under the
curse this time and twisted upright with a weary blink.

�� If I can�t
hurt you, then why do you keep avoiding my spells?� Harry�s voice was a
vulture�s, thick with gore and blood. �I think I can kill you, Malfoy. And
certainly, I can kill you the way I slay other vampires, if not with wand magic.�

�� Draco
looked at him and caught a glimpse of him manipulating something under his
shirt, something that was small and round and probably a medallion, since there
was a glimpse of a chain around his neck. Draco covered his eyes, remembering
the way that Harry had blinded him with a similar ornament before.

�� But this
time, a fountain of fire exploded from the ground beneath him and enveloped him
in flames.

�� Draco
screamed. This was painful, and
probably the fire had originated in the sun, or it would not have hurt so
badly. Delicate tendrils of pain ran through his muscles like wires and into
the core of undead magic that kept him alive. Draco convulsed as that magic
itself turned to fire, seeming to hollow him out.

�� Through the
agony, he could hear Harry laughing, and that hurt worse than the fire.

�� But quite
suddenly the pain died. Draco blinked, wanting to believe that Harry had
relented, knowing that hadn�t happened.

�� He opened
his eyes and looked down at himself. His usually pale skin had turned
char-black over most of his body, and his clothing was gone. The fire had gone
no deeper than his skin, though, despite feeling as if it had. Draco lifted his
head and sought out Harry�s eyes.

�� He was
leaning away from Draco, body frozen as if he had stopped himself from fleeing
by an act of will. His eyes were wide, and he was hyperventilating. When he
looked at Draco, it was easy to feel pity for his sheer terror, though Draco
wasn�t in the mood for compassion right now.

�� Listen to
me,� Draco whispered. He almost automatically tried to catch Harry�s eye, and
then grimaced as he remembered that Harry was immune to the thrall. All of this
would have been much easier if he wasn�t. �I told you we couldn�t hurt each other. Not permanently. You can use the
most powerful pain spell you know and I still��

�� Crucio!�

�� The pain
didn�t even touch Draco this time, though he had a feeling like a powerful wind
blowing past him on either side. He shook his head, not taking his eyes from
Harry�s. �Not going to happen, Harry. I told you that already. And, frankly,
I�m disappointed in you. I thought you were better than that.�

�� Harry
screamed like a hawk and fumbled for something else under his shirt.

�� Draco
sprang.

�� He landed
with his arms around Harry�s waist, his chin on his shoulder. Harry struggled
under the weight pinning his hands down, his face bright and sharp and wiped
clean of anything like human feeling. Draco knew he had to act quickly, because
Harry had managed to hurt Draco before when he should have been safely
motionless. He leaned his fangs against Harry�s throat and scraped down.

�� In moments,
Harry was still again, his face harsh and stern now, but sane. Draco nodded,
pulling his head back reluctantly. He had thought Harry�s instincts that
rejected the feeling of a vampire biting him would take control and bring his
mind back to a balance so he could deal with it.

�� He ignored
the temptation to bite again. Without Harry�s permission, the blood would taste
no better than most of the meals he took while he was in exile from his
Long-Desired.

�� I can�t take him as a slave, no matter what
he thinks, because his permission makes the blood tasty and powerful. If he
would only believe that, then we might get somewhere.

�� You are
acting disgraceful,� Draco murmured. �Is this the way that you want to face
your fate? Like a chicken who�s seen the chopping block?�

�� Harry
laughed. �Other than the fact that the taste is different, I don�t see why you wouldn�t regard me as a chicken, Malfoy.�
He paused tauntingly. �Ah, I forgot. Chickens are meant to die quickly once you
cut their heads off, not serve as an everlasting blood source and sex slave.�

�� Draco
nuzzled his chin into Harry�s nape without replying. Just being this close to
his Long-Desired was closing some of the mental wounds he had sustained in
their separation. He was no longer restless, no longer bored. He could have sat
here by the hour together and simply looked at Harry�s face.

�� Maybe I can say something important that you�ll
understand,� Harry continued in a savage voice. �You were relieved when you
were free from your master vampire, weren�t you? You would have rejected any of
his attempts to recapture you and make you obey him again?�

�� Yes,�
Draco sighed. The shape of Harry�s muscles was intoxicating. He never would
have imagined that.

�� And that�s
the way I feel about you,� Harry said. �I don�t want you for a master, in any
sense of the word. Leave me alone, Malfoy.� The last words might have come out
sounding like a plea, but instead, they sounded like the clang of an iron
weapon on a stone floor.

�� I can�t be
your master,� Draco said. �I can never be anything but your equal. Why do you
think that I didn�t tear into your throat the evening after we escaped from
Caspar and drink my fill, when you were too weak to do anything to stop me?
It�s you willing that gives me the
magic. I have to woo you. I have to persuade you.�

�� The
Collector didn�t have to persuade Lucy.�

�� Those were
the words that she spoke as she was dying, seeking to poison your mind against
me,� Draco retorted at once. �I don�t understand why you can�t see that. She
received permission long ago and bent Lucy�s mind until she was little more
than a pet. I don�t want to do that with you. I don�t think I could, because
your mind is too strong and resists bending. I want you by my side, feeding me
and lending me magic, not beneath me. That�s the truth.�

�� Harry
sneered. Draco could smell the tension and anguish rising off him like heat off
a corpse with an opened belly. �And what do I get out of this arrangement? The
magic that I can wield on my own, without you? Dizziness from loss of blood?
Your continual company, which I find less than congenial?�

�� You get a
companion,� Draco whispered. �Someone devoted to you, to whom you�ll always come first. I assure you, Harry,
I have no other attachments, since the change into a vampire, as you so aptly
figured out years ago, killed my capacity to feel most kinds of affection. I
can make you live longer. I can increase your magical strength the way I did
when we hunted the Collector. I can give you pleasure, the kind of pleasure
that you�ve felt only a few times before.� He dared to let one of his hands
slip along Harry�s chest towards his groin. �You will have a life of power and
pleasure.�

�� Of course
I will,� Harry said. �Of everything but freedom.�

�� I don�t
understand how you�re defining freedom,� Draco said. He let his frustration
ring in his voice, wondering if it would affect Harry to hear him sound almost human.
�I�m proposing to remove some of the limits on the things you can do. You�ll be
able to hunt vampires more efficiently. You�ll live longer, giving you freedom
from death. And your freedom from loneliness and torment��

�� I am not tormented. I�m not afraid.�

�� But you
stink of fear,� Draco whispered, leaning closer still to Harry�s throat. He
wasn�t going to bite, he reassured himself. He merely wanted to soak his face
in that scent, so it would last a bit longer when he was forced to leave Harry,
as he knew he would be. �You fear getting another friend killed the way you
believe you got Weasley killed. You fear becoming my slave, though I have told
you why that would be impossible. You fear moving on from the man you are right
now, and becoming someone else. You fear living again.� He traced his fingers
over the puncture wounds he had already left, each one a mark of a time that
Harry had yielded to him, no matter how ungraciously. His cock hardened, and he
let it brush against Harry�s thigh.

�� It wouldn�t
be life,� Harry said, his voice shaking, �tied to someone who�s undead.�

�� Your
definitions of life and death are not that narrow,� Draco said. �They can�t be,
after hunting my own kind.� He leaned closer and inhaled again. �Harry,� he
murmured. �I want you.�

�� And that�s
all you think that you need to say to get me to fall at your feet. You think
that�s the only justification you need for trying to possess me.� Harry had a
sharp laugh when he wanted to make use of it, like glass shards stabbing into
Draco�s ears. �So sorry to disappoint you, but I�m not a possession.�

�� Draco
closed his eyes and held still, forcing himself to fold his fangs back. He was
indeed too close to biting without permission, despite the feeding he�d already
done tonight.

�� It was
Harry�s fault. He was too overwhelming, too physically present after a week of distance and dreams.

�� Draco
flipped himself into the sky, using the concentration needed to land on his
feet to distract himself from Harry. He ended up on top of the boulder,
crouched and staring down at Harry. Harry spun around, taking long moments to
find Draco and aim his wand, moments that would have enabled Draco to kill him
a dozen times over.

�� If that was
what he wanted. If killing Harry was any more possible for him than it was for
Harry to kill Draco.

�� I have
books that describe the true nature of the relationship between vampires and
Long-Desired,� Draco said. �They�re the reason I know more about that
relationship than you do. I�ll lend them to you. You can read the truths that
other people discovered long ago, on their own.� He shrugged, never taking his
gaze from Harry�s. Those green eyes burned again, like the eyes of a wolf in a
cage. �Would that quiet some of your fears?�

�� Harry
tossed his head as if he were shaking off a harness. �Nothing will ever
reconcile me to the loss of my freedom, Malfoy.�

�� You�re
restricted far more by this than you would be by becoming mine,� Draco said, showing
his fangs as his temper flared. �Huddling in your house, avoiding me, trying to
find some solution to that which has no solution except acceptance��

�� That�s
what you think.�

�� Harry
looked tormented, and harassed, and gleeful. Draco paused and looked at him.
Harry stepped closer, his lips locked so hard over his teeth that Draco
suffered from a temptation to bite through them, his hand clasped about the
ornament at his throat.

�� You have
some plan to break free of the bond?� Draco tried to think of what would break
the bond�or, more to the point, what Harry might think would break it. The books he had studied agreed there was no
way for either Long-Desired or vampire to back out unless the Long-Desired
simply never allowed the vampire to bite him at all, but Harry hadn�t read
those books. He might think there was a chance that a trick he�d used before
would work.

�� You plan
to repel me from you somehow,� Draco murmured. �Not with wards, because you
would have stayed behind yours at all cost if that was the plan. You turned
your blood to poison when you faced the Collector. Is that it?�

�� Harry flung
what looked like a javelin of light at him. Draco leaped gracefully over it and
came down on the other side of the boulder, where he promptly circled around so
that Harry could see he hadn�t been driven away.

�� Harry
already had his fists clenched, and his breathing had become jerky and swift.
�You didn�t mean to let that information slip,� Draco diagnosed easily.

�� Harry
glared at him. �It will work,� he said. �What you want about me is my blood.
With that gone, you have no reason to seek me out.�

�� Not true,�
Draco said. �It is true that I would be disappointed, but I could bear drinking
blood that tasted disgusting to me for a chance at the kind of power you
promise. And the sense of rightness your presence brings me. And the pleasure I
found in you.� He discovered he had lowered his voice and was moving in a
spiral towards Harry. It was hard to force himself to stop. The bond affects me as much as it does him.

�� No,� Harry
said, and he sounded as if he wanted to scream but didn�t have the power or the
breath to lift his voice to that volume. �No. No, you can�t. You can�t want or like other things about me. It doesn�t work that way.�

�� Yes, it
does,� Draco said. �There�s nothing that can separate us now. The difference is
whether you�ll allow yourself to be brought to me on a willing rein�the same
rein that controls me�or whether you�ll kick your heels and run. And if you
run, you�ll be caught in the end. It�s much more dignified to yield now, I
think.� He found himself reaching out as if he expected Harry�s hand to rise
and meet his. He thought part of him did rather expect it.

�� Harry
stared at him with wide, tearless eyes. Then he turned and pelted behind his
wards again. Draco dropped his hand and stood looking after him, wondering if
anything had been accomplished after all.

�� I promised him the books. I�ll bring them
here and leave them. His wards ought to be good enough to tell him what they
are.

�� Harry was
the kind of person who needed undeniable proof before he could give up on
something. Maybe he would believe the words that he would read in ancient ink,
on pages that had been bound long before he was born.

*

�� Harry?
It�s Hermione. Let me in.�

�� Harry
opened the door and let her in rather blindly. She had come not five minutes
after Malfoy had departed. Harry would have ignored the plea given the
circumstances of their last argument, but the circumstances of Malfoy�s just
leaving made him want human company so that he didn�t think about how he was
trapped and his solution wouldn�t work.

�� You don�t know that. You only know that
Malfoy said your solution wouldn�t work.

�� Harry
turned to face Hermione. He wasn�t about to believe the lying bastard. Why
should he? Malfoy had been wrong about everything else, and vampires lied more
regularly than they breathed.

�� Hermione
was paler than usual, but she accounted for that by folding her arms, leaning
against the door, and saying, �Malfoy told me that he�s the survivor of another
nest, which belonged to a master vampire called Caspar, and that you�re his
Long-Desired. Is that true?�

�� Harry
couldn�t control the widening of his eyes and his backwards flinch. The fact
that he�d been counting on Hermione to be his escape from Malfoy only made it
worse. He�d thought he could put those concerns away, and Hermione�s words
landed on them like whips on tender wounds.

�� Finite Incantatem.�

�� The glamour
that had been protecting his puncture wounds fell away. Harry knew that not
because he felt it happen, but because he saw the way Hermione�s gaze turned
towards his neck and her face grew pale and her hands tightened on her wand.
And there was no other reason for her to cast that spell at him.

�� It�s a
lie,� Harry said, speaking the first words that came into his head. �I�m not
his Long-Desired. Vampires will say anything to make you spare their lives, you
know that, Hermione, and��

�� Except
that he was the one in control last night, the one who could have killed me.�
Hermione took a step towards him. �And I know you, Harry. You never would have
left him alive if you had any choice.� Another step. �And you do believe it
yourself, though I think you hate it. I know by the way you flinched.� Another
step nearer.

�� Harry shut
his eyes. He was shaking, and could say nothing. The wire beneath his feet was
unraveling, and any moment he would tip into the abyss that yawned beneath him.

�� I�ve read
about the Long-Desired bond, Harry, and I think it could be a good thing. I
think��

�� The wire
parted.

�� Get out.�

�� His magic
contracted and then uncoiled, and a wind pushed Hermione straight out of the
house and locked the door behind her. Harry crumpled against the wall and
prayed that she wouldn�t knock again. He might kill her if she did.

�� Instead, he
heard her footsteps walking away, and a moment later he heard what he knew was
the crack of Apparition. He could have hoped that she was gone forever, but he
knew better than that.

�� Harry slid
to the floor, his arms wrapped around his stomach. He felt as if he were
bleeding from a gut wound. A moment later, he lifted his right hand to his
mouth and began to bite at his fingers.

�� He did it
over and over, to reassure himself that his teeth were not as sharp as a
vampire�s, to make himself think that he was still human and not as evil as
someone like Malfoy.

�� That did
nothing to still the whirling and the ringing in his head. Trapped. Trapped. What happens if the solution I planned on working
doesn�t work? What happens if I can�t make Hermione go away? What happens if I
end up in St. Mungo�s, which doesn�t have anti-vampire wards and where it would
be easy for Malfoy to get to me?

�� The
thoughts scattered like birds, and came back together in a flock, and scattered
again, and came back together again, and still Harry had no solution.

�� Then he
lifted his head.

�� Why am I trying to change something about myself
to get out of the bond? That�s a level of
consideration that Malfoy doesn�t deserve.

�� I need to find some way to kill him. I
thought only yesterday that he was the most dangerous vampire I would ever
face. I need to conduct the best hunt I�ve ever conducted, in response.

�� I�m a hunter. It�s what I do.

�� Harry
opened his eyes and stood up straight, his hands clenched in front of him. This
time, hope made the thoughts sit still and line up in orderly patterns.

�� It�ll take some time to prepare all the
weapons I intend to use, so I�ll have to pretend to go along with them for a
little while. Pretend to comply. Smile and nod nicely when Hermione asks me
questions designed to test my sanity. Pretend that I�ve reconsidered my stance
towards Malfoy.

�� Then I�ll hunt him.

�� And if the hunter dies at the teeth of the
predator as he drives home the killing thrust, that�s only proper.

*

�� Thrnbrooke:
At the moment, Hermione isn�t telling Ron, because she doesn�t know how he
would react to Draco.

�� rafiq: Well,
here was the next talk, though it was very short!

�� InuyoukaiMei:
Thank you so much! This series is so visceral and so dependent on physical
contact that I think it definitely works best when the audience can experience the
sensations as well as the emotions of the characters.

�� The story
does have what I consider a happy ending.

�� SP777:
Luckily, the enjoyment I get from writing the story is independent of whether
it attracts a lot of reviews or not.

�� Well,
technically vampires are undead. ;)
But we�ll see.

��

�� JtheChosen1:
Thank you!

�� orpiment99:
Thanks! I think this last story is going to be exciting.
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