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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kay, back to regular updating schedule. And because a few people were confused:

Alpha: Regular canon world pre-HBP.

Beta: Neville is boy who lived.

Gamma: Harry is a Slytherin because he accepted Draco’s hand of friendship first year.

Hope that helps!

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            “It’s awfully dark,” Harry said lightly, squinting at their surroundings.

            “That would be because it’s night,” Draco said dryly, pulling his wand out of his sleeve.

            “Obviously,” Harry snapped back, then sighed. “Sorry, short nerves. Well, why are we on
the roof, anyways? I mean, it’s not like we’re likely to find Draconius on a roof somewhere.”

            “Why not?” Draco asked, frowning at their surroundings. “What if Draconius likes the
roof? He is, after all, slightly more sane than Trelawny.”

            Harry snickered, but didn’t say anything.

            It was pleasantly cool, up there on the Astronomy tower roof. Though there had been a
few tense moments when they’d first arrived, and Draco had been forced to hug Harry tighter,
falling backwards with the Boy Who Lived tumbling on top of him to the roof in order to avoid
tumbling to the ground far below, it was comfortable now, as they sat side by side on the copper
shingled roof.

            “So,” Harry said idly. “Where do you think the alternate us is, here? I mean, a roof isn’t
really the kind of place I tend to hang out on.”

            “I thought you liked flying,” Draco said mildly. “Roofs are the next best thing, for some
people.”

            “Yeah, but...” Harry looked torn for a moment, then sighed, flopping back on his back on
the tiles, feet propped steadily against the stone edge of the roof. “It’s not the same. Besides, have
you seen any indication that our alternate selves are up here?”

            Draco, meanwhile, was straightening even as Harry asked this, eyes narrowing as he
glared at something a little piece away. Tapping his wand to his own temple, he whispered,
“Oculus nuit,” watched what he had spotted for a moment more, then turned to Harry, reaching
out to catch his wrist as he had the night before. “Hold on,” he murmured at the other’s startled
expression, then tapped the wand to the brunette’s temple, and repeated the spell.

            Harry blinked a few times, startled. “Hey, I can see in the dark.”

            “That would be the point of a night vision spell,” Draco sneered a little, then tugged on
Harry’s wrist, pulling him up until he was sitting. “Look there,” he hissed.

            Harry turned to look the direction the blond was pointing, then his jaw dropped, nearly
face faulting. “Wh...what... shouldn’t we go help?!”

            “Too late,” Draco muttered, shaking his head. “Well, look on the bright side. Now the
Dark Lord can’t kill the other you.”

            “Because I’ll already be dead!” Harry spluttered, still horror struck. “I can’t believe he’s
letting you do that.”

            “Might not have a choice, I don’t know,” Draco shrugged, tilting his head to the side so
that he could look on the scene at a different angle. “Wonder if you really taste that good.”

            Harry let out a slight, strangled sound, and when Draco turned to look at him, his eyes
were wide, his face pale, and he was regarding Draco as though the blond had grown an extra
head. “Don’t ever attempt to drink my blood, got it?”

            “I don’t know,” Draco said thoughtfully, watching. “They do both look like they’re
enjoying themselves.”

            “I don’t care,” Harry growled. “You’re not going to turn into a vampire, then turn me into
one, got it?”

            Draco chuckled lowly, deeply, for a moment, then froze, suddenly, hand reaching up to
rest on his chest. His heart hurt, like a sporadic lurching, like sweet pain... then everything
passed, and all attention was focused again on the sweet boy lying there beside him.

            Mmm.

            “But Haaarrrry...” Draco grinned, looking decidedly very evil, then slid over the tiles,
then turned, leaning down so that his torso pressed against the startled and horrified brunette’s.
“We’d be immortal, you see, and as your Sire, I’d be able to affect you in ways you can only
dream of, Haarrry...” He dragged out the name intentionally, dropping his voice down to a husky
growl, until it ended with a tangible hiss at the tip of his tongue, deep throated promises of far
more than just exchanges of blood. He was, to put it mildly, pleased to see the way the heat rose
on Harry’s neck and cheeks, tinting his ears, sweet red blood...

            “D....D... Draco?” Harry breathed, not quite daring himself to move. “Look.... um... what
are you doing?!”

            Draco didn’t answer, just dropped his head, nose finding its way to the fine, tousled black
hair that wisped around Harry’s right ear, breathing deeply of the scent of pine trees and apples,
before letting the very tip of his tongue out to trail along the side of Harry’s cheek, ignoring the
strangled sound of horror that escaped the other. “So sweet...”

            “D... D... Malfoy!” Harry yelped, pushing hard as he could manage against the other’s
chest, frantic. He had to get Draco off of him, and he had to do it now! Draco was not acting like
himself!

            For a moment, it seemed as though the blond hadn’t heard him, then Draco let out a
horrified, strangled sound, and bolted back, and away from Harry, staring at him with wild,
horrified mercury eyes. “What the hell just happened?!”

            Infinitely relieved, Harry sighed, hand rising to cover his burning face. “I don’t know, I
was just going to ask you that.”

            “Oh Merlin...” Draco breathed, clenching his fists so hard he could feel his nails digging
into his palms. “That was.... I don’t.... thundering son of a sea-gherkin!” Slamming his fists down
on the tiles, Draco snarled to himself. “I.... I apologize. I don’t know what came over me.”

            Harry just gaped at him.

            “What? I said I was sorry,” Draco growled, refusing to look at the other.

            “Who are you, and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?”

            “Your rapier wit slays me, Potter,” Draco said dryly, then reached a single arm out, at
shoulder length. “I think we need to get out of here before I do anything else stupid.”

            “Agreed,” Harry muttered, and crawled gingerly across the roof to settle back in Draco’s
half hug again.

            They disappeared, only moments before a pair of vampires, one very newly such, peered
over the ledge of the roof.

            “Shame,” the blond one hissed. “I thought we might invite them to join us.”

            “That was a very mean spell to cast on the other you,” vampiric Harry hissed, looking a
little put out.

            “Lust spells are perfectly allowable in certain situations,” the undead Malfoy said primly.
“Besides, those spells only work when there’s something for them to work on, they’re not like
lost potions. He had to have wanted to do that at some level for that to work.” He then turned to
grin at Harry, fangs revealed and glinting in the dim moonlight. “What say you we do some
disappearing of our own?”

            Harry smiled, bloodstained lips quirking upwards. “Yes, lets.”
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