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Of Lions And Lambs - Part One	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N This is getting ridiculous now, I got the idea for this chapter at 1am! I like my sleep story! Let me sleep!

(U)Chapter Four(U)

"It was the same feeling, a sort of nagging at the back of my skull," Draco explained to his parents as they sat around the dinner table. They'd been sat, waiting for him when he returned from his day out. They'd asked him the simple question of 'Did you have fun?' and the answer they were getting was anything but simple. "According to their tribal legends they are descended from wolves, real wolves. We couldn't possibly have that much bad luck could we?"

"Eat your pasta Draco, before it gets cold," Narcissa ordered softly before turning to her husband, "Do you think they could be werewolves my love?"

"I don't think so. It does not sound like your typical werewolf pack. And you say his eyes were brown Draco?" Lucius asked his son who was chewing on a forkful of pasta, very nice pasta too.

"Deep brown, almost black. Not amber. The Cullens have the amber eyes. Maybe it's something to do with this place and all the magical beings are somehow different to how they are anywhere else in the world," Draco suggested, "By the way this is delicious, what is it?"

"Pasta Carbonara, made from scratch. Well the sauce was made from scratch, I couldn't very well make the pasta could I but I did cook it," Narcissa said proudly, glad her son was enjoying her cooking, "So if they are not werewolves why the story and why did Draco's magic react?"

"Magic?" Draco asked, confused, "What do you mean?"

"That nagging feeling at the back of your skull, it's your magic sensing something and trying to tell you," Narcissa explained gently, "When you were little and first showing your magic we found out your rather sensitive to magical creatures, you always complained the house elves gave you headaches and it certainly wasn't because they were talking too much."

"That's why I hated 'Care Of Magical Creatures'!" Draco gasped, "I always had this nagging pain and used to play up in the hopes that I'd be sent out. I never was, they were too afraid of you father to send me out of class, but as soon as I was out of that classroom, or paddock whichever it was at the time, I'd feel fine. I used to think I was just being stupid…"

"You weren't," Narcissa smiled at him, "But it is rare, almost as rare as wandless magic. With practise and the proper teaching you'd be able to tell what it is you are sensing and possibly even be able to sense all magic. But if the Dark Lord had found out you were gifted in such a way…well…"

"It would have been bad," Draco mumbled in understanding.

"That's why we have not told you until now," she reached out and brushed his cheek softly, "To protect you. But if you wish it we could arrange for someone to come and teach you how to hone your gift? But we can talk more about that later when all of our current mysteries and troubles have been sorted out." Her son nodded in agreement and she turned her to face her husband, asking loudly, "So if not werewolves what could they be?"

"Animagi (A/N I'm guessing that this is the correct thing for plural Animagus)?" Lucius suggested, sipping at his glass of red wine.

"What, all of them for the last however many years?" Draco asked.

"If their ancestors became Animagi they may have passed on the skills, by teaching or by blood, to their descendants. How they would have become Animagi in the first place of course is a mystery unless they were all wizards. But that would mean there would be wizards amongst them now and there is not," Lucius explained the possibilities softly. "I think we should stay well away from them until we can discover what they are."

"I'm not gonna have many people I can be friends with at this rate," Draco mumbled with a small smile, "Not if they all turn out to be mysteries or vampires."

"Of course you'll have plenty of friends!" Narcissa cried, "Just take care to make sure that they are completely harmless muggle friends."

"Should I give them a questionnaire before befriending them then?" Draco asked with a teasing smile as he speared more of the delicious main course on his fork. "Please tick one of the following a)muggle b)wizard/witch c)vampire, werewolf or other dark, murderous creature d)a mystery or e)all of the above?" Lucius laughed loudly before drinking the rest of his wine.

"Oh you," Narcissa glared fondly at him before rising to get more wine for Lucius and herself. Draco had never been one for the wines. He preferred firewhiskey and other strong brews but they were not having those with pasta, it just wasn't done, not in Narcissa Malfoy's house.

Sunday passed slowly, Draco doing his homework and then watching muggle television, learning as much of their customs and traditions as he could from the…interesting shows. He could see many of the things his new friends did in the characters he was watching, for example Jessica wasn't the only one obsessed with using the word 'like' at every opportune moment, apparently it was a normal thing for teenagers. He ended his day watching 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and like everyone else in the world (well the straight women and the gay men anyway) could not decide who he fancied more, the straight laced William Turner aka Orlando Bloom and hilarious rogue Captain Jack Sparrow aka Johnny Depp. He went to bed still trying to decide and ended up dreaming he was on the Black Pearl with the pair of them professing their love for him. It was a good dream.

Monday morning came about too fast and Draco hit his alarm clock to shut it up, rolling out of his bed towards the en suite bathroom. According to Bella he was lucky in that the house his parents had bought had two bathrooms, one for them and one for him. He showered quickly before standing completely starkuss(sp?) for ten minutes as he first dried his hair and then styled it with muggle gel so that the long blond strands spiked up in every which way about his head. Only then did he return to his room, pull on one of his many pairs of ridiculously expensive boxer shorts and begin to choose his outfit. And only then did he notice something odd about the view from his window.

It was sunny.

"Well that's new," Draco murmured and it certainly was. Since they had arrived in Forks it had rained everyday and not once had the cloud cover eased up to show anything like the blue sky he could now see, "Sun. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like." Choosing different clothes once more he went for a long sleeved white top with a black pattern sewn across the left shoulder and disappearing across his chest and back, blue jeans made of a lighter than usual material and some smart trainers.

BEEP! BEEP!

Grabbing is bag and jacket (just in case) he rushed down the stairs, the time had flown by as he'd stood and enjoyed the sunlight. On his way out the front door Narcissa, dressed in a little summer dress, pushed a large piece of jam-covered toast into his empty hand.

"Overslept?" Bella asked as he climbed into the cab, holding the toast securely with his teeth as he slammed the door shut with the necessary amount of force. She too had dressed for the unusual weather.

"No. I think I went into shock seeing actual sunlight," Draco answered as he munched on his toast. He'd come to love the muggle meal of toast with a thick spreading of jam on it. It didn't even matter what type of jam, any jam would do.

"I know what you mean," Bella nodded in agreement as she pulled away and began the familiar route to their school, "Did you enjoy yourself on Saturday?"

"Yeah. Hey how old is your friend Jacob?" Draco asked.

"Fifteen," Bella answered.

"Phew! He's big for his age!" Draco muttered.

"Tell me about it," Bella muttered.

"You do know he fancies you right?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," Bella sighed, "It's a little awkward."

"Too young?" Draco asked.

"No, just…well I don't know really. I mean he's nice and-"

"He's hot, for a fifteen year old," Draco interrupted.

"Yes he's hot but I just get this feeling that I'm meant to be with someone else," Bella admitted softly, keeping her eyes on the road ahead.

"You believe in love at first sight don't you?" Draco asked.

"Only a little. Mostly I believe that there is a soul out there somewhere that matches mine and I'm waiting for that person," she answered, opening up more than Draco had ever seen her do before.

"And this matching soul, wouldn't happen to have the initials EC would it?" Draco asked.

"It…might do," Bella sighed,.

"Bella, the guys an ass."

"Excuse me?" Bella asked in surprise.

"You said it yourself, you never quite know where you're standing with him. He's a bit unreliable too, disappearing for days and all that," Draco felt horrible but putting her off the vampire was really for her own good, "Plus there's all that weird shit, excuse my language."

"Why do you always do that? Apologise for swearing?" Bella asked, completely changing the subject, most likely on purpose so that Draco wouldn't bring up valid points about her crush.

"My mother raised me to be polite around ladies," Draco answered, "I wasn't for a while, at my old school I was exceptionally horrible to one girl in particular. Hermione. I regret that now that I can see what a wonderful person she is. Hindsight, you know," Draco sighed.

"Was everyone at your school named weirdly?" Bella asked.

"Um, pretty much," Draco chuckled, "Just to name a few there was Hermione Granger. Ronald Weasley. Ginerva Weasley. Pansy Parkinson. Blaise Zabini. Luna Lovegood, known to most as Loony Lovegood. Neville Longbottm…Oh and of course not forgetting yours truly, Draco Malfoy."

"Private school thing?" Bella asked.

"Sort of," Draco shrugged, "Hey no Cullen cars," he pointed out as they entered the school car park a little too fast, Bella slamming the brakes on to avoid them. They made faces at her as she restarted the truck having stalled it.

"Maybe they were stunned by the sun too and are running late," Bella smiled, pulling into a rather good parking spot but not one of the Cullens. Those spots were always left free for the Cullens, they had the best cars after all. "Why did you all call her Loony?"

"Because she really was," Draco laughed as they climbed out of the truck, "She has this soft voice and this way of talking that just sets off all the loony alarm bells. She's really nice once you get to know her though, or so I've heard."

"You didn't get to know her?" Bella asked as they headed into the school together. "Why not?"

"Different circles of friends," Draco shrugged.

"Oh," Bella mumbled.

"She used to read her magazines upside-down. Oh and she also wore peppers or some other vegetable as earrings and a necklace thinking that they would keep evil away," Draco added.

"Ok, now I can see what you meant," Bella agreed.

"Hey guys! How was your weekend?" Jessica asked them as they took their seats behind hers for their first lesson. English. Inside Draco groaned. Since beginning the course he had begun to hate it. It was bad enough learning about modern muggle things but learning about old muggle literature? Hard. Very hard. Not to mention boring! Most of the novels needed a bit of magic in them to liven things up. In fact when he was reading most of them he had suspected a few of the characters to be closet wizards…hmmm…

"Good," Bella answered, breaking through his thoughts.

"So Draco, did you enjoy your first trip to the beach?" Jessica asked.

"I did," Draco answered with a smile, "Completely froze but I did enjoy it."

"Good!" Jessica cried happily as the teacher called for them all to calm down and open their copies of Wuthering Heights to page 57 which they would be studying that day.

Lunch came about slowly that day and everyone hurried outside with their food to bask in the glorious rays from above, stretching out on the grass in a very un-Forks way. Bella and Draco were talking quietly about the English homework they'd been assigned but Draco could see he did not have Bella's full attention. She was looking about for someone and he wasn't the only one who guessed who.

"He's not here. Whenever the weather's nice, the Cullens disappear," Jessica said as she sat on the table, leaning back on her arms and rotating her neck slowly.

"What do they just ditch?" Bella asked as Draco muttered in her ear,

"Unreliable…"

"No, uh, Dr and Mrs Cullen yank them out for, like, hiking and camping and stuff. I tried that on my parents. Not even close," Jessica as ever was full of information/gossip and happy to let them know it all.

'Their excuses are interesting,' Draco thought to himself, knowing that vampires + sunlight = everyone knowing their secret thanks to their unique reaction. 'Hiking my English butt.'

"Guys," Angela cried out happily as she sat on the bench beside Draco, "I'm going to the prom with Eric. I just asked him. I took control." Draco wisely lent back as the sweet girl leaned over to hug a startled Bella tightly.

"I told you that would happen," Bella replied as she was released.

"Are you sure you have to go out of town?" Angela asked a little sadly.

"Oh yeah, it's a little family thing," Bella answered awkwardly.

"Ok, we should go shopping in Port Angeles before all the good dresses get cleaned out," Jessica shrugged off Bella's feeble excuse, focusing on herself as always, "Hey Draco, you'll be going right?"

"I plan to," Draco had heard a lot about the on-coming prom from both Jessica and Angela and Emily in Biology. For the last two lessons it had been all the blond girl would talk about, that and the fact that she was going with some guy named Carl. Apparently he was a senior.

"Are you going to take anyone?" Angela asked, "I don't mean a girl obviously. I mean, are you going to ask a guy? You should you know, if someone's caught your eye." Jessica nodded in agreement,

"Yeah, it'd be so hot," she answered.

"Jess," Angela said, as ever warning her friend when she said the wrong thing. She did that a lot.

"Well it would be. But it would also be cool," Jessica shrugged.

"No one's caught my eye," Draco said while his mind screamed 'LIAR!' at him. But then again he wasn't going to be asking Jasper "The Vampire" Hale to the prom. The bell rang loudly, signalling that lunch was over and everyone moved at the same moment, heading back into the various buildings that made up Forks High.

"Port Angeles?" Bella spoke hesitantly from where she still sat, "You mind if I come?" Draco blinked down at her in shock. Bella, willingly agreeing to go shopping? Something was wrong with that picture…

"Yeah, I need your opinion," Angela said in that 'duh' sort of voice before she and Jessica hurried off, already talking colours.

"Why are you really going?" Draco asked as he and Bella headed inside together, dropping their empty trays and bowls off at the hatch. Bella looked at him innocently, "Don't give me that look. You've told me again and again how much you hate shopping and how much you hate dresses. Now you're volunteering to go shopping for not one but two prom dresses, neither of which will be yours. There's got to be another reason for you to go."

"You know me far too well," Bella sighed, "I did some research on the internet about…well about the stuff Jacob said. And I've found this book I want to get. The only place that stocks it is in Port Angeles so I'm gonna go and get it while they shop for dresses."

"Oh," Draco mumbled, "Right."

"Do you think I'm being silly?" Bella asked.

"No," Draco said too quickly, 'Just way too good at this for your own good.'

It was still beautiful and sunny when Draco got home from school and so, deciding to enjoy the rarity to the full, took a blanket outside and proceeded to do his homework in the back garden, pausing every now and then to just soak in the suns rays. Listening to his Ipod and lost in the bore that was Wuthering Heights (Damn English essays!) he didn't notice the change in weather until the first drops of rain splashed on the words he'd just written.

"Oh no you don't," he growled, pulling his wand out he muttered a spell to keep his work and books dry, something discreet so a muggle watching wouldn't necessarily notice. He didn't mind so much that he got wet gathering everything up until he realised- "Crap! My hair!" Yes, Draco Malfoy was as worried about his hair as most teenage girls were. Rushing now he gathered up the last of his things and hurried up the steps and onto the sheltered back porch, out of the rain and looked back to see if he'd left anything out there in the sudden but ultimately predictable downpour. And that was when he noticed the person standing slack jawed in the trees at the end of the garden.

"Vampire…" Draco breathed, dropping everything but his wand as he checked his right hand. Typical, the one time he needed it he'd taken his ring off when he got home.

"I'm not here to hurt you," Jasper said quietly as he stepped out from the trees. Draco tried not to be distracted by just how sexy the deadly vampire looked with his wet clothes clinging to his body in all the right places, "I came here to talk about what happened in the greenhouse."

"That was last week," Draco said quietly, his grip on his wand tightening as he raised it, aiming at the vampires un-beating heart, "Don't come any closer!" Jasper stopped at the bottom of the steps.

"I've only just decided to come and speak to you," Jasper admitted softly, "We hoped that Edward was wrong but, well, now I can see he was not." He looked at Draco's wand, raising one of his eyebrows. "What are you?"

"I…"

"You know what we are. Isn't it fair that we know what you are?" Jasper asked, taking a small step forwards.

"I said don't come any closer!" Draco snapped, his voice higher than he wanted it to be. "And how did you know I know?" This was asked suspiciously.

"Edward heard it."

"Heard it?" Draco asked.

"He can hear people's thoughts."

"He can what?" Draco roared in sudden anger, sparks flying out of the tip of his wand uncontrollably. "How dare he invade my mind?"

"Normally he can't," Jasper said quickly, "He has never met a mind he cannot read until he met you and Bella."

"But you just said…"

"He hasn't been able to get anything from you except for that one time in the greenhouse. That time he heard you clear as any other mind," Jasper explained, taking another step, "Except for Bella's."

"Don't come any closer!" Draco screamed fearfully at him as Jasper stepped up onto the first step.

"I am not here to kill you," Jasper said softly, pausing on the step.

"Yeah right," Draco scoffed, "Your kind are only interested in one thing and I happen to like keeping my blood to myself thank you very much!"

"My family and I are different from the rest of our kind," Jasper said with a well practised air, apparently he'd planned his answers before seeking Draco out, "We feed only off the blood of animals."

"U-huh, forgive me if I don't believe you."

"It is the reason for our golden eyes. Surely you have been wondering about that," Jasper continued, "If we drank from a human our eyes would be red with their blood. Gold or amber means we have not tasted human blood in a long time."

"So you're trying to tell me that you (B)don't(B) have an uncontrollable urge to kill me and drink my blood?"

"It is not uncontrollable."

"But you admit you do want to kill me? To drink my blood?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Jasper gasped out, almost against his will, "Your blood calls to me more than any blood I have smelt before. The first time saw you, smelt you…it was only Alice's quick thinking in getting me out of there that saved you. Back then it was uncontrollable, that is why I had to leave. Edward feels the same way with Bella."

"And you want to me to believe that you won't kill me now? What, that you've changed? That while you were away you went to some sort of vampire rehab?" Draco scoffed, "Forgive me if I don't lay aside my only means of defence."

"I have learned to control it," Jasper said, "My feelings now out way the urge."

"Feelings?" Draco laughed.

"We do have feelings you know," Jasper growled.

"Uh huh," Draco muttered, moving his wand arms position as it was starting to go a little bit numb and that would not be good.

"What are you?" Jasper asked, his gaze once again drawn to the twig of wood being pointed at him so threateningly.

"Don't you know?" Draco sounded genuinely surprised.

"No."

"Oh," Draco mumbled, "Not even a guess?"

"No."

"Slightly insulting," Draco muttered, "Well, I'm a wizard."

"A wizard?" Jasper asked softly.

"That's what I said," Draco snapped.

"Ok."

Silence stretched out between them, broken only by the falling rain, which had now turned positively torrential, both of them thinking about all the things the other had told them. Admittedly Jasper had told Draco a lot more but the wizard thing was taking a long time to sink in.

"So is that how you guessed our secret so easily?" Jasper asked eventually.

"Sort of," Draco answered, briefly glancing back at the empty house. His parents had to choose now to go out didn't they? "It was actually my father that connected all the dots and came to what was apparently the right conclusion."

"Your father?" Jasper asked, "How?"

"He's a wizard too and my mother is a witch," Draco answered quickly. "They hate your kind even more than I do. If it were them and not me you were trying to talk to right now you'd have been incinerated already."

"Why?" Jasper asked, "I mean I can understand your fear but…"

"I do not fear you!" Draco yelled at him.

"Draco, I can sense peoples emotions. It's my gift, like Edward can hear thoughts," Jasper said softly, "And I can feel the fear rolling off of you and I understand. What I don't understand is the anger, the hate…why do you hate us so much? My family have done nothing to you…"

"No, you're (B)family(B)," Draco spat the word, "haven't done anything, unless you count you hurting my feelings that first day. No we hate you because your kind willingly fought on the evil side of a war we barely survived," Draco growled, "The Dark Lord enticed them to join him with promise of as many people they could eat. But do you know what's worse, why we really hate you and your kind? Their victims were locked in a glass room and the vampires were let in, we had to watch them die! For the Dark Lords sick amusement, turning execution into some sort of…of show!" Draco was shouting by the end of his little speech, "So excuse me for feeling hate toward you and the rest of your disgusting kind!"

Jasper stared at him in unhidden shock as he listened to each and every word and took them in, feeling the raging emotions coming from the teen his heart was drawn towards, knowing his words to be the utter truth. Draco took deep calming breaths before speaking again,

"Look, as long as you keep my secret I'll keep yours. I just want you to keep away from me. And keep the other one away from Bella! She's an innocent human, already too deep into this mess!"

"I can't do that," Jasper said softly, "Of course I shall keep your secret. You have known for some time now and have not told anyone ours. But as for keeping away from you, well it has been almost impossible for me to stay away as long as I did. I gave in to what my heart was telling me and came here tonight."

"Your heart…"

"Yes my heart. It is not only my thirst that calls me to you Draco," Jasper said, both soft and firm. Draco blinked once and suddenly Jasper was right in front of him, gently pushing his wand aside. For some reason the young wizard found himself letting himself be disarmed. "I can't stay away…"

"Ooh…" Draco breathed out shakily, his gaze locked with Jaspers, silver to gold, "But…" Where had his strength gone? His fight?

"I will never hurt you," Jasper promised, "No matter what I have done in my past I will never hurt you." There was something about the way he said it that made Draco ask softly, his voice shaking,

"What have you…"

"I will tell you one day," Jasper promised, "When the time is right." He smiled sadly, feeling the changing emotions in the boy before him. The fear was still there and the anger too but overpowering both of them was curiosity, confusion and the best of all…arousal. Draco wanted him or at least found what he was doing both attractive and arousing. Slowly he brought his free hand up, the one not holding the hand with the wand, and traced his ice-cold fingertips down the blazing hot cheek. The arousal tripled as he breathed, "So warm…"

"Oh!" Draco gasped in surprise and…well yes. Suddenly he felt more aroused by this person before him than by anything he'd seen, heard, smelt or felt before. And it was not just anyone either. It was a vampire! "I…"

"Get the Hell away from my son!"

A/N I'm mean aren't I? Hope the next chapter can at least wait until a reasonable hour to come to me…
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Of Lions And Lambs - Part One