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Dream and Promise	By : AlysonElizabeth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer (because I forgot one before): The characters portrayed in this story aren�t mine. You know whose they are.
Author�s Note: As I promised, this is the chapter in which this story earns its NC-17 rating. As for what�s ahead, I figured out the whole story line last night, so at least I have a direction for this thing. And, as always, thank you for the good reviews!

WARNING!!!: Non-Con coming up in this chapter. You have been warned!

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Dream and Promise: Chapter Three

:::APPEARANCE:::

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It had been almost a week since the ... incident ... on Friday night, and Draco had convinced himself that it was all just a hallucination.

�There was probably something wrong with the milk I drank.� he told himself early Sunday morning while he was at work (he was a stocker at the local grocery store; they gave discounts for employees). Draco assumed that he had hallucinated the whole thing with Potter, cut his neck, and wrote on the wall with his own blood to support his vision.

Maybe it was because of his own experiences, but Draco would not believe that anything magical had occurred that night. Everything could be explained away with coincidence or science.

It was Thursday evening, and Draco was on his way home from his second job at the campus bookstore when he felt a chill run up his spine. Without turning around, Draco simply picked up the pace of his walk, increasing his speed until he was running down the streets.

Draco turned the last corner to the block on which he lived on when he saw Potter leaning up against a light post, smoking a cigarette and grinning at him.

�You gave me one hell of a chase there.� Potter said, taking a drag. �Of course, you can�t really outrun me.�

�When did you start smoking?� Draco asked, and then mentally slapped himself. Why not run for his life? No, he had to ask a stupid question ...

�I don�t.� Potter said, throwing down the half-smoked cigarette and grinding it out under his shoe. �I was watching you at that store you work at yesterday, and one of the cashiers told me to buy something or get out. So I picked these up.� He held up a crushed pack. �I thought that they could improve my overall look, but I don�t think I got that effect.� He shrugged. �I guess maintaining appearance was always your greatest talent.�

�You call this maintaining my appearance?� Draco said, motioning towards his body and his plain shirt, jeans, and jacket.

Potter smiled and slinked towards him, coming to a stop about a yard away from him. �You�ve still got the talent, just not the means. Remember what I said to you a few nights ago? It�s still there, Draco, it�s just lost.�

�You�re a vampire.� Draco had known this, even though he had convinced himself that he was hallucinating. �Why are you here?�

Potter looked up at the sky as if the question required a lot of thought. Finally, he looked back down at Draco, his eyes a sickly silver-red color instead of their usual green. �In a word, because you�re expendable. And I�m lonely.�

�So?� Draco asked. �I know that I�m expendable, but what do I have to do with your loneliness?�

Potter laughed. �Because you�re a great conversationalist.� His laughter faded, but his smirk did not. �Because you�re lonely too. I can tell. I�ve seen you ... you don�t talk to anyone, no one visits you ... you�ve disappeared from the world. Just like I did.�

�Yeah, but I didn�t go and get turned into a vampire.� Draco retorted.

�That�s all ... what did you call it ... circumstantial. Just like my visit was a hallucination.� Potter said, his eyes still that horrible, but somehow hypnotizing shade.

Draco suddenly felt like everyone in the area was listening to their conversation, even though no one was around. �We need to take this elsewhere.� he said, walking past Potter. �Let�s go to my flat. It�s more private there.�

Potter�s eyebrows lifted. �Aren�t you scared that I�ll do something sinister?�

Draco snorted. �Like what, kill me? If you wanted me dead, you would�ve killed me already.�

Suddenly Potter was at his side, and he whispered into Draco�s ear, �Maybe I�ve already started.�

With nothing to say to that, Draco simply pulled away from Potter, leading him the rest of the way to his apartment, unlocking the door, and letting him in. It was after Draco shut the door that Potter spoke again.

�Honestly, how can you live here?� he asked. �I lived in a hole in the ground for two years that looked better than this!�

�We all don�t have the opportunities to live so lavishly, Potter.� Draco said, removing his jacket and hanging it up on his nail.

�Call me Harry, Draco,� the vampire said. �We�re not school-boys anymore holding a grudge. The war is over. We can act civilized.�

�The war may be over, Harry.� Draco said, �But I�m still fighting.�

Harry smirked. �Ah, now wasn�t that just sentimental?� He pulled Draco behind him into the bedroom, suddenly making Draco extremely nervous. Harry, either not noticing or not caring, flung himself onto Draco�s bed. �I�ve heard about colleges. So tell me Draco, during the past - how many years have you been at college?�

�Three.�

�Yes ... So, during the past three years, do you think you�ve become a worldly man who knows philosophy and literature and theory and all that other crap?�

Draco rolled his eyes. �I�m no more educated in that stuff than I was as a ten-year-old.� Draco sat on the chair at his desk, turning it towards the bed. �I�m studying to be a mortician.�

Harry raised an eyebrow. �That�s slightly morbid, even to me.� He lost his smirk, and said in a low voice, �Then I guess you have all kinds of experience with dead flesh, huh?�

Draco shot out of his chair, backing up towards the door. That look of hunger was back in Harry�s eyes, reminding Draco just what was sitting on his bed.

�I ... I think you need to leave, Potter.� Draco said, his voice shaking.

Harry looked at him for a moment, and then let out a laugh, rolling over onto his back. �Oh, Draco,� he said, giggling, �do you really think you can get me to leave? You have no powers, no wand, and nothing in this shack that can repel me! So why don�t you take a seat next to me on the bed? I promise, I won�t bite.� He paused. �Unless you ask me to.�

Draco shuddered. �Stop! Don�t do that!�

Potter just rolled back over and sat up. �Fine, I won�t. But not unless you sit next to me.�

Draco took a long and deep breath, and then nodded. He took several small, timid steps over to the bed where Harry had made a spot for him. He sat down so that he was mostly off of the bed, his back completely rigid.

Harry didn�t say anything for a few moments, but then commented, �You need to eat better. Honestly, you look like skin and bones.�

Draco smirked. �Thank you.�

�No, really. You also need to do something with your hair ... it�s just laying there dead. It has no life anymore. And you�re skin is so pale ... actually, I think I like it better that way. But other than that, you need some serious work.�

Draco rolled his eyes. �All right then. I�ll get right on that. I�ll start using all of my money on food instead of shelter and clothes. That�ll work out perfectly.� Draco sighed, and looked towards the ceiling. �I know that I don�t look very well, but things will be fine. Once I�m done with school, and once I�ve got myself a proper job and finally get used to being a ... being what I am ... then everything will be right again.�

Harry snorted. �Do you honestly believe that?� Draco�s gaze dropped to Harry, who shook his head. �You�ll never get used to being a muggle, Draco. It�s not in your nature. You were born a wizard ... more than that, a pureblood wizard. There is no part of you that will ever be a muggle. You might one day finish school, get a job, and yes, eat something, but you�ll never be happy with your life.�

Draco held on to Harry�s gaze. �Maybe not.� he said. �But it�s better than nothing.�

Nothing was said for a few moments, and then Harry leaped up off of the bed. �What are you doing?� Draco asked.

Harry pulled the other boy off of the bed without warning. �Grab your coat, Draco.� he said. �I�m taking you out to dinner!�

�What?� Draco asked.

�I said-�

�No, I heard what you said.� Draco said. �I just ... why are you taking me out? It seems kind of weird, you taking me out to dinner. We�ve hated each other since we were eleven, this is the second time we�ve met in four years, and you�re a vampire.�

Harry nodded. �It may be weird, but if you listen to what you�ve said, it makes sense. You think that the old you has died. I am dead. So we�re like two new people, one of which is taking the other out to eat. Now, get your coat and let�s go, before I do remember what I really am.�

Draco didn�t say anything else, and simply grabbed his coat, and the pair left.
They didn�t return until nearly dawn, both of them stumbling through the door. Harry had taken Draco to a restaurant he had seen the night before, and had treated Draco to the largest meal he had eaten since arriving in Newcastle (Draco didn�t ask how Harry got the money). Then the two had proceeded to drink glass after glass of wine, and eventually, fine whiskey, until the place was closing, well after 4:00 a.m.

Now it was nearly five, and Harry was looking out the eastern window with a look of dread. �Draco, I think I�m going to have to leave soon.� he said, but Draco merely stumbled across the room and pulled a shade over the window, enshrouding the room with darkness.

�No ... Harry, I don�t want you to go.� Draco said slowly, trying to feel his way around the room to find a light switch. �I haven�t had company in years. I haven�t had anyone to talk to, and I�ve been very, very lonely.�

Harry smiled as Draco found the light. Draco was just barely holding himself up on the wall, his arm hanging limply at his side. Harry moved closer to him, bending down a bit to look at him in the eye. �You all right then, Draco?�

Draco smiled and then pitched forward into Harry�s arms. Harry lowered the boy down on the ground, resting his head down on some pillows. He was getting ready to get up, but Draco held on to him, pulling Harry�s face down close to his own.

�Harry, please don�t leave me.� Draco said. �I don�t want to be alone again.�

�I won�t leave you, Draco.� Harry said. �Haven�t you figured it out yet? That�s the whole point of this. I�m never going to leave you again.�

�Mmmm ... nice.� Draco said, snuggling into Harry�s arms. Harry smiled softly. A warmth (metaphorically) blossomed in his chest, and Harry realized something. For the first time in the four years he had been dead, he hadn�t felt any kind of affection for anyone or anything. But now that he was holding this boy ... no, man ... in his arms, he felt something (not love, he could not love) for Draco.

It felt nice.

But, sitting around doing nothing was not enough for him. Harry laughed softly to himself. This was too easy ... he had just what he wanted. Draco was too intoxicated to do anything about it ...

Harry leaned down and softly brushed his lips up against Draco�s, waiting to see if Draco would do anything. When he didn�t, Harry applied a little more pressure, tilting his head to the side slightly so he could get a better angle.

At this Draco started to protest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Harry darted his tongue in, pressing down on Draco�s mouth almost painfully, kissing him fiercely.

As he was kissing Draco, Harry felt hands pushing at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but Draco was drunk and weak. Harry didn�t budge.

That changed when Draco bit him, though. Harry hissed and pulled back, peering into Draco�s frightened, hazy eyes.

�No, Harry ... go.� Draco said, breathing heavily.

Harry just shook his head softly and placed a hand on Draco�s head, petting his limp blonde hair. �Ssh, Draco.� he said softly. �It�s all right.�

Draco shook his head. �No ... this isn�t right.�

Harry tilted Draco�s head up. �There�s nothing wrong with ... this, Draco. You�re mine. This is going to be okay.�

�I�m ... yours?� Draco asked, his voice shaking.

�Yes, Draco, you are mine.� Harry said, moving back down. �Now and forever. You�re going to make me very happy.�

Draco shook his head again. �Don�t I get a choice?�

�No. No, Draco, you really don�t.� With that, Harry caught Draco�s lips again, and this time, even though he didn�t kiss back, Draco didn�t fight Harry off. When Harry started to nip at Draco�s bottom lip, Draco let him in without protest.

After a few minutes, Harry grew bored with just kissing, and he began to move his hands away from their position holding Draco to him. But, in order for him to do that, he had to set Draco down on the pillows, and when he pulled away, he saw tears running down Draco�s cheeks. Harry smiled and licked the tears away (not as good as blood, Harry thought), and began sliding his hands up and down Draco�s body, noting the protruding ribs under his shirt and the scars on his wrists.

He removed his and Draco�s shirts, settling back down on Draco�s warm body, sliding up and then down, licking a trail along Draco�s chest.

Draco hiccupped, but other than that, made no sound as Harry made a map of his body with his mouth, tonguing his nipples and biting at the skin on his stomach. Draco did gasp, however, when he felt Harry�s cold hands on his fly, unzipping the denim.

�No...� Draco said, but Harry just silenced him with a kiss as he completely undid the other boy�s pants, sliding them down a narrow waist and off of him, kicking them away as he hurriedly did his own.

Completely naked now, Harry moved back up Draco�s body, ignoring his protesting and whines. This was his prize, after all, for being so patient during the rest of the night, Harry supposed.

Harry had been with only one man since he had been turned, Edan, and every time they had fucked (it wasn�t really anything more than that to Harry), Edan had topped him. Harry grinned down at Draco, who was still just laying under him, tears leaking out of eyes closed tight, all his muscles drawn up and tense. Yes, Harry thought, this was going to be just perfect.

Harry desperately wracked his brain for a moment, trying to remember the lubricating charm he had heard in an Adult Wizard shop (he and Ron had snuck in under the Invisibility Cloak when they were fifth years, how naughty). When it finally came to him, Harry gently placed his hands under Draco�s hips, lifting him up only slightly so he could place a pillow under his waist. Once the other boy�s hips were in place, Harry ran one of his hands over the protruding hip bone, around the side, across one of Draco�s cheeks, and down the cleft to the hidden entrance that was just quivering and so warm under Harry�s touch. Placing the tip of his index finger inside of the hole, Harry whispered the word �Lubrifichi�, feeling Draco�s passage suddenly stretch and moisten around his digit.

While all of this was going on, Draco was battling a mental war with himself. While all of this was a very sobering experience, there was simply too much alcohol in Draco�s system for him to do anything, which included fight. Draco was so confused as to what was even going on; it was moving so quickly. Only five minutes before he had come to his home, and asked Harry to stay, and now ... Harry was going to ...

Draco hadn�t even felt Harry put his hands ... down there ... but he felt the charm instantly. It was as though someone pushed a column of ice in his ass, to be frank. Whatever Harry had said was making him widen down there, and he felt a slippery substance form on his skin.

Now, while all of this was very, very frightening, Draco was at the same time exhilarated. It had been almost four years since he had been around any kind of magic. Even though he did not want the spell to be cast on him, his body, acting like a magnet to the magic, lurched forward, his previously-flaccid manhood swelling and filling quickly and somewhat painfully.

These changes weren�t lost on Harry, but the vampire was too far gone in his own lust to understand why Draco was suddenly so aroused. He quickly lined himself up at Draco�s entrance, and, without so much looking into Draco�s now-open and dilated eyes, he thrust in with one fluid motion.

Even though the charm had prepared him, the penetration hurt badly and Draco screamed. He could feel something tearing deep down inside of him, and the slippery substance changed from a lube to blood as Harry began to viciously thrust inside of Draco, not sparing the human from his unnatural strength at all.

To Harry, Draco�s screams, while pleasurable, were bound to attract unwanted attention, so with another whispered word (�Muto�), the noise ended.

As the second spell invaded Draco�s subconscious, this time paralyzing his vocal chords, he felt another burst of arousal, which was followed by a jolt when Harry changed angles and hit something inside of him. Draco involuntarily moaned, although the sound was noiseless, and found himself pushing closer to Harry, impaling himself further.

Encouraged by Draco�s sudden involvement, Harry began thrusting even harder, blood now steadily leaking out of Draco�s behind every time he pulled out. In his passion, Harry felt his features change, his fangs dropping and cutting into his lips.

His climax quickly approaching, Harry leaned forward to Draco�s exposed neck, licking away the sweat pooled there. Harry�s balls tightened up, and with one final thrust into Draco�s abused hole, Harry exploded, burying his fangs into Draco�s neck and pulling at the hot hot blood that was there.

The second Draco felt the fangs inside of him, he came as well, however not as powerfully as the vampire did. His whole body tightened up, and he felt the silencing spell dissolve away as he let out a long and deep groan.

Harry continued to drink from Draco, and after a few moments, the combination of the alcohol, sex (rape, dirty dirty rape), and blood loss took its toll on the human.

Draco�s eyes closed, and with a sigh he fell into unconsciousness.
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