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For the Want of a Nail	By : thewickednix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4934 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5. Half a Person

"...You're a vampire, aren't you?"
Well, bravo. Genius of the month.
It takes a minute for the words to register, and the second they do, Granger is tugged backwards by Weasley as everyone backs away from me.
"Get out of here, you monster!" Weasley hisses, pushing in front of Granger to shield her from me.
I snort at his ridicule. "You think you can protect her from me, Weasley?"
Weasley's eyes widen in shock and he takes a step backwards. I can smell his fear, his and the others'. Their blood pumping rapidly through their bodies as they grip their wands in a feeble attempt to make themselves believe they could defend themselves from me. Fools.
I take a step forward, and watch the group take two steps back. "You think that if I wanted to attack her, that you would be able to protect her?" I throw my head back in a clinging, cold laugh. �You are all fools, believing that you could fight me off with a wand if I intended to attack you." I smile a vicious smile at the group of terrified wizards. As fast as I can I lunge around the table where Potter, Severus and Dumbledore are still seated. I stop to stand directly behind Mr Weasley and my supposed cousin.
"Do you really think you could catch me?" I ask, drawing a shriek from the entire group. Tonks and the older Weasley look as if they are about to faint as they turn around and find me sneering at them.
"Draco, I think this is quite enough." I hear Dumbledore state from the table, where he is still seated, sipping his tea calmly. I nod curtly and walk over to sit down beside the Headmaster, who smiles at me before turning to the others still standing. "Would you please take your seats? Draco is harmless-" I snort and receive a stern gaze from my godfather "If he wanted to hurt any of us, he would've done so already."
A few mutter in agreement, mainly Mr Weasley and Granger, but the others still look very doubtful. They all sit back down in their seats though, warily watching my every move.
"What do you want with the Order?" Tonks ask suspiciously, casting fast glances at me as if uncertain if it's safe to look me in the eye.
"Frankly, I had little choice." I lean back into the chair and cross my arms. "I was to join the Dark Lord upon my seventeenth birthday in June, but I realised that when finding out about my... condition, my father would send me to his master immediately. For much more gruesome purposes than being a mere Death Eater."
"A vampire would indeed be a much more powerful weapon for the dark side than we can afford to grant them." Mr Weasley answers thoughtfully, accepting another cup of tea from his wife.
"Indeed." I state, watching the other wizards intently. "And as much as I was raised up to stand on the Dark Lord's side, I do not wish for him to win this war. So here I am, offering my services to you instead."
"What do you get out of this?" I hear Granger's voice from the other end of the table. I narrow my eyes at her as she continues. "Even if you do not wish to join Voldemort," I hiss slightly at his name. "you could just leave, run away. Why would you stay and fight for a bunch of people whom you don't even like?"
My lips crack into a twisted smile as I narrow my eyes further. "Good thinking, Granger. Yes, it would in fact have been easier for me to run away. After all, not even Father could track down a vampire, even if it were his own son." I place my hands on the table as I continue, disgusted by what I am forced to say next. "But you see, there is a small detail that eliminates that plan."
My godfather sighs. "Your feeding."
Meeting his gaze steadily, I nod softly. Everyone else at the table are looking confused and very uncomfortable about the subject of my feeding, and so I continue. "I did not ask to become what I am, and I have no intention to kill people just so that I could feed." I look down at my pale hands, only vaguely aware that I am still speaking. "Though I am now immortal, and will not die of starvation even if I do not feed, it is not so easy as to plainly go on a hunger strike. When not being able to feed, I grow weak, my body seems to be falling out from under me. This will continue until I am not able to do anything else but to lie still in a bed, throat burning and gut aching from the thirst. And that is to be my lot until someone is kind enough to plunge a wooden stake into my chest."
The room is silent as the slightly green Order members ponder upon what has been said. It is Mrs Weasley who finally opens her mouth to break the silence.

"So what part does the Order play in this?"
"He wants our blood." Granger pipes up, drawing gasps from the other members. "Am I right?" she demands, furrowing her brow at me.
I try to concentrate on my answer. But with all the wizards in this room scared and angry, all I can focus on is the blood running furiously through their bodies. Their faces are flushed red from anger, and I can but close my grip the table frantically to keep me from lunging at anybody's throbbing pulse point.
"Would... would you please calm down?" I mumble desperately, my grip on the counter tightening.
"Calm down? You expect us to calm down when knowing that you want to rip our throats out?!" Weasley screams, leaning over the table as he roars, as if the words would reach me better.
"Ron!" his father exclaims.
But it doesn't help. All I hear is the furious pulsing in the Weasel's veins, and that is the last drop. I feel the wood crack under my hands and I throw myself from the table and into the furthest dark corner of the room to get away from them. My head aches with the dull throb of blood rushing through their veins, so loud I believe my head might implode. I claw at my throat to stop the excruciating thirst that demands their blood. I feel my fangs appear, and I push myself further into the dark corner, wondering when I started screaming.

Suddenly I am startled by finding my somebody grab my hands and prying them away from my throat. My screams turn to whimpers and I open my eyes to find Granger staring back at me, compassion in her brown eyes.
I hear everyone else in the room draw a sharp breath as Granger lets go of one of my hands and turns her arm so that her bare wrist is right in front of my face. Somebody shouts something, and I think it's Weasley, but all I can think of right now is the scent of the blood that is being offered to me.
Slowly I reach for the offered hand, glancing at Granger for confirmation that this is really what it seems. She nods slowly and shifts in her position, sitting on her knees so that she is close enough, but not too close, to me.
I gently pull her hand to my lips and lap at the blue vein there, casting Granger a final look.
"Tell me when to stop." I whisper, before baring my teeth and sinking them into the soft flesh.
Her body shudders slightly and a pained gasp escapes Granger's lips, but her hand is kept perfectly still. It is a good thing, for as soon as the warm liquid touches my lips I cannot let go. The blood fills my mouth and spills down my throat, filling my stomach with its wonderful metallic weight.
Soon I notice a different apprehension in Granger's body. She has stopped shuddering in repressed pain and started fidgeting instead. I hear her breathing heavily, and as soon as I have drank enough blood to soothe my strongest need, I raise my gaze to look at her.
The girl is still sitting on her knees, but she is now leaning slightly forward on her other arm, head bowed towards the floor and eyes closed. I suddenly remember what happened with me when the vampire attacked, and I am shocked to realise that Granger is actually aroused by this.
Fortunately the though has no time to go any further. Granger has started swaying and I realise that the blood loss is making her weak. A few more gulps of the warm liquid and then I withdraw my teeth from her flesh, lapping at the puncture wounds to stop their bleeding.
As I let go of Granger's arm, it seems as if she is woken from a daze and she raises her head to look at me with clear eyes, her breathing ragged and her face flushed.

"Thank you." I nod, determined to show my gratefulness by not making Granger's reaction into more than it is: just a reaction. One of a vampire's weapons. I stand up from the floor, brushing the dust off my robes, and offering my hand to Granger. She smiles weakly and grabs it, standing up onto shaky legs, muttering a soft "you're welcome".
I now notice that all of the other people in the room are still staring at us. Apart from Dumbledore of course; the Headmaster is still sipping his tea merrily.
Each and every one of them are looking at Granger as if they are uncertain if they should be worried that she's going to lose consciousness, or scared that she's going to turn into a vampire herself. Weasley is staring at me as if he'd like to rip my head off, but he keeps glancing at the destroyed table edge, so I guess he realises that that is likely what would happen to him if he tried. Potter, to my confusion, looks a lot like Granger does. His face is flushed and a small blush is creeping up his neck. His eyes are a little hazy, but he refuses to meet my gaze.
"You should sit down." I tell Granger, who's face is still decorated with a bright blush. I lick my lips before turning to the rest of the crowd.
"I apologize for my behaviour. But in my defence, it's been two weeks since I was turned and I had not fed once. My self-resolve was starting to get pretty weak."
Feeling new power fill me from the blood, I take a new breath and continue. "I know that it is scary and a lot to take, but I would only have to feed once a week to keep myself healthy." I look around at the grim faces to stop at Potter's now slightly less flushed one. "If I were to feed off a few of you, and those few would take turns, then there would be more than a month between the turns." I quiet down to receive my jury's verdict.
"Draco is correct." my godfather murmurs, looking at the others. "It would hardly interrupt anybody's life at all, and think about of how much use he would be on the battlefield."
I smile at Severus, grateful for his support, though it was to be expected.
"Besides," Mr Weasley pipes in, "it's bad policy to turn down anyone wanting to join the Order. We need all the help we can get."
"But what if he attacks someone?" Weasley exclaims, clenching his fists. �How can we be certain that he won't suddenly go on a killing spree?"
"Yes," the Pettigrew look-alike narrows his eyes at me. "It's not like any of us could fight him off."
To my surprise, it is Potter who comes to my defence. He sighs heavily and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Didn't the two of you see what happened to that table? Don't you realise that Malfoy did that 'cause he was fighting not to attack any of us."
"Well, there you go!" Weasley shouts, pointing at me in fury. "If it's that hard for him to stop himself from making one of us his meal, then he shouldn't be here!"
I sigh exaggeratedly, startling everyone. "Are you a complete idiot, Weasley?" I ask, and silence his protest with a stern look. "I asked all of you to calm down, didn't I? Don't you realise that I can smell all of your blood, and when you get agitated the scent gets stronger? Stronger and also harder to resist." I narrow my eyes at Weasley and the rat faced man who now both look embarrassed.
The silence grows thick until Dumbledore breaks it by suddenly setting down his cup on what's left of the table and standing up from his chair.
"So, it is settled, then?" he smiles in a grotesquely happy way, tapping his fingers enthusiastically. "Why don't you decide who are going to be the donors while Draco swears the oath with me?"
Without waiting for a response, he then strides out of the room, leaving for me only to follow him and for the others only to do as ordered.
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