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My Own	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: �Hop on one foot, rub your tummy and pat your head.

Crawl through the dirty laundry and slither onto your bed.

Count to three, then yours they will be.

Harry and Draco can come out and play

At least until they take you away.

Into a rounded room with white padded walls;

You won�t hurt yourself if you fall.

They�ll never be yours, never be yours;

They�ll always be hers, always be hers.

J.K. Rowling is their rightful owner;

While you are in that room, quite the loner.

*Crumples up silly paper before popping it in mouth an eating it. �No, it is wrong. I will own them. They will be mine; I swear it on my mother�s grave.� *Roommate hears, shakes head and says, �Your mother is still alive, bimbo.� �Damn. Guess the boys will belong to J.K. Rowling for a while longer. Lucky wench.� *grumble, grumble!*

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I studied Harry for a short moment. He seemed even more tired now than when I first noticed, and I had to once again shove those irrationally protective feelings down deep. I noticed he still had the shield around his friends. Smart man.

�You have my word that no harm will come to you or your friends at the hand of myself or my clan on this night.�

I hate saying the words in my High Lord and Master voice, but it does help give credence to the words; not to mention being necessary in invoking the power behind the ritualistic words.

�I thank you; and my word that no harm shall come to you or yours at the hands of me or mine on this night.�

I slightly inclined my head in acknowledgement of his words, and watched as he lowered the shield. I saw him visibly relax, though I am sure I was the only one who noticed.

�Well, now that that�s out of the way, may I offer you a ride somewhere?�

If only I had a camera; capturing everyone�s expressions-well the human�s expressions-would have provided me much entertainment. The three were huddled behind Harry and tried to look defiant and intimidating. It was farcical really. Harry was small, smaller than that red-headed girl, Ginny. But still the three looked to him for protection.

�Sure.�

�Are you crazy? That�s Draco Malfoy.�

I rolled my eyes at that and was amused when Harry did the same. �So you�ve said before, Ron. What�s your point?�

Ah, a very good question, but I kept my mouth shut. For once.

�He�s a vampire, and a nasty one too. He�s been seen in the presence of�well, you know, and don�t even get me started on his father.�

I lifted my eyebrow at the almost mention of Voldemort, and my other brow joined at the mention of my father. I wasn�t sure I was entirely comfortable with a human know so much about me. There was a note in the red head�s voice that suggested it was a mite personal.

�Ron, he won�t hurt us, not tonight. And before you ask, he just promised. And we won�t hurt him, since I promised. As for the rest; I see neither Lucius, nor Voldemort here. Now, I don�t know about you, but I�m tired and I�m not going to pass on a gratuitous ride. You can come or not.�

�But-� that busy haired girl was looking torn between Harry�s logic and that red heads. �They won�t hurt us, Hermione. I promise. And if they do, I�ll kill them. However, you can�t hurt them either; because while I won�t kill you, I will not stop them from doing it. You should know this Hermione.�

Harry stepped away from the other three and moved towards me. He completely ignored Blaise, Vincent and Greg.

�If it�s not too terribly out of the way, I would like to be dropped off at the Three Broomsticks.�

I merely raised an eyebrow and inclined my head. The Three Broomsticks was a more posh, upper scale blood club. They only catered to a specific clientele. Somehow, I couldn�t quite picture Harry as being a donor, but he obviously wasn�t a vampire. Oh well, to each his own. I�m only temporarily playing chauffeur.

Harry smiled and swung the sword up on his shoulder like a club before marching off in the direction of my car.

�Ron, Ginny, Hermione; you guys feel that uncomfortable, then you can walk. I wouldn�t necessarily suggest doing so, though.�

After a few wary glanced towards me and my fellow vamps, the human trio scrambled after the sword-wielding Harry. I snorted. As if their human running would really be able to top vampire speed.

�Is this a wise idea Draco? I mean, you just got out of a meeting with Voldemort and now you�re offering a ride to Harry Potter, Dumbledore�s protégé.�

�I shrugged. �Sure, why not? I�m just being friendly. No harm in that really.�

�Uh-huh.�

�Besides Blaise. I have you here to protect me.�

It was Blaise�s turn to snort. �Right, �cause you really need it.�

The ride to the Three Broomsticks was very quiet, not that I minded really. It gave me a chance to further study my guests. The red headed male, Ron, was looking very incredulous at being in an enclosed space with vampires and actually surviving. Hermione and Ginny were both studying their shoes. Don�t know why really, they were covered in dirt and grass, and they were very old. Although, from the few glances Hermione snuck in my direction, I got the feeling she�d want to either jump me or experiment on me.

Harry, on the other hand, had his eyes closed. If it weren�t for the fact that he was quite tightly gripping that sword, I would have thought him sleeping.

Blaise was tense sitting next to me, obviously entirely aware of the fearsome blade Harry was clutching. Vince was oblivious in the front seat. All in all, it was a tense ride, and quite enjoyable from my perspective.

I was tempted to go into the Three Broomsticks; mainly to annoy the humans. However, I figured that to be beneath me, so I resisted the urge. I did stay and wait for the quartet to get inside. The only one who actually thanked me for the ride was Harry. The others mumbled some sort of garbled nonsense.

I was about to order the car to go when I saw a silhouette through the windows that I recognized. I couldn�t see him clearly--the windows were tinted so even vampires couldn�t see through them--but it was a profile that was distinct. A narrow face, long hair, hooked nose. He seemed to be speaking to Harry, but I couldn�t tell what he was saying. His arms were crossed and he stood stoically, as usual. If Severus Snape knew Harry, chances were he also knew Dumbledore. Why would Dumbledore have anything to do with a vampire? Especially Severus Snape?

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