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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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(U)Chapter Five(U)

"Get the Hell away from my son!"

Draco pulled himself away from Jasper's gentle hands at his fathers shout, turning to face his father. Lucius Malfoy looked absolutely terrifying, his wand trained on Jasper and a variety of curse on the tip of his tongue.

"Draco! Get inside," Lucius snapped, not breaking his eye contact with Jasper who growled low in his throat and bared his teeth, his instincts taking over as he was threatened, "Now Draco!"

"But father…"

Draco gave a yelp of surprise as without looking away from Jasper, Lucius grabbed his arm and pulled him behind him, the teenager suddenly finding himself wrapped the protective arms of his mother.

"Get the hell off of my property and stay the fuck away from my son!" Lucius shouted at the growling vampire, Draco idly noticing that it was the first time he'd ever heard his father use a muggle swear word, "Or I swear on everything I believe in, I will turn you into dust!"

"Father!" Draco cried out, "He was just explaining…"

"Be quiet Draco!" Lucius yelled at him and Draco let out a pained gasp as a different scream filled his mind for a few seconds, "There is nothing for him to explain. Now, either you leave now or you burn."

"In normal circumstances I would fight you," Jasper said calmly, his voice low, "But as I can feel the truth from you, feel the overwhelming protectiveness you feel for your son I will go. But listen you your son, listen to what I have told him." This said Jasper turned and ran into the trees at breathtaking speed. Once the vampire was gone from their sight Lucius slowly turned to face his wife and son, lowering his wand to his side.

"Why did you let him touch you?" Lucius demanded of Draco.

"I-I…" Draco trembled before his father, "I don't know."

"And where is your ring?" Lucius asked.

"I-I took it off when I got home from school," Draco answered quietly.

"And then look what happens!" Lucius roared, storming into the house. Draco trembled where he stood for a few moments before rushing after him, "Filthy vampire, I should kill them all for daring to touch you!"

"Father please," Draco begged, on shaking hand pushing his wet hair off of his face, "Please don't shout…"

"I'm sorry," Lucius was instantly quiet as he faced his terrified son, "I'm sorry Draco, I forgot about…" He'd forgotten about his own sons fear of shouting and screaming, how could he have forgotten? Oh that's right, that disgusting vampire had… "I was just so frightened when I saw you and that monster. He could have killed you Draco."

"Father I had my wand trained on him until a few minutes before you arrived," Draco said, waving his wand at his father, "He would not have killed me."

"But…"

"What did he say to you Draco?" Narcissa interrupted her husband, placing her gentle hands on her sons still shaking shoulders. The shouting had really affected him, still affected him but he was forcing the fear down.

"He told me that he wouldn't hurt me or kill me," Draco spoke quickly, clenching his hands at his sides, "He told me that they only kill animals, only drink from animals. Never humans. That's what makes their eyes gold instead of red. And he told me that his brother Edward reads minds and that he can feel other people emotions. He told me he had tried to stay away from me to protect me but that he couldn't any more. He told me-" Draco spoke so quickly and his voice was shaking so much that his parents could only understand every other word.

"Draco! Slower," Narcissa commanded gently. Draco took a deep breath,

"They eat animals and that makes their eyes gold instead of the usual red."

"Hmm," Lucius mumbled disbelievingly.

"What other explanation is there my love? None that we have found," Narcissa reminded him gently, "Go on Draco."

"He said that he and Edward have gifts. Edward can read minds, everyone's but Bella's and mine," Draco said softly, "I can block my mind, like you and Uncle Severus taught me but Bella, well I don't really know why he can't read hers."

"A mind reading vampire," Lucius muttered, "Even worse."

"Jasper can feel other peoples emotions. That's what he meant earlier," Draco continued to explain. Lucius frowned, "When he told you why he wouldn't fight you for the things you said. He said he could feel your protectiveness."

"Yes, he did," Lucius murmured, "Another gifted vampire…"

"I think…I think he could be telling the truth about them and their diet," Draco said quietly, looking up at his father who gave another 'hmm' of disbelief. "I'd like…I'd like permission to talk to him."

"Absolutely not!" Lucius snapped.

"But father…"

"No Draco! I almost lost you to Voldemort! I almost lost you to the war! I almost lost you to Azkaban! I will not loose you to a filthy bloodsucker! You will never speak to him again!" Lucius was shouting again and the uncontrollable fear exploded inside of Draco again. He turned to run away but his mother pulled him into her arms, holding him close to her soft body, whispering comforting words to him whilst glaring at her husband who was instantly sorry for raising his voice and scaring his son, "I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean you shout. I just…I can't loose you."

"I-I know…" Draco mumbled into his mothers shoulder. "I'm…I'm going to go up to my room and…and…yeah…" Pulling away he walked slowly up the stairs, completely forgetting his work out on the back porch. Once inside his room he closed the door, lay face down on the bed and wept quietly into his pillow, hating the overwhelming fear that still tormented him. When Narcissa came in to get him for dinner she found him sound asleep and decided wisely to let him just sleep it off, using a quick spell to transfigure his damp clothes into some silk black pyjama bottoms, no shirt as she knew how much Draco hated sleeping with a shirt on, before tucking him in under his duvet.

"Sweet dreams my little dragon," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her son's forehead before slipping back out of the room.

Draco gasped as he woke, fighting with the duvet wrapped too tightly about his body. He whimpered pathetically to himself as the images of his nightmare played before his eyes, finally managing to free himself from the duvet. Rolling onto his side he wiped the tears from his cheeks, calming his breathing. It was difficult, just like it always was when he had his nightmares. He hadn't had one in over a fortnight; he'd thought they were over with. Apparently they were not. The argument must have brought it on. He sighed sadly to himself.

(I)"You will never speak to him again!"(I)

His father's shout rang in his mind as he hugged himself tightly. How could he never speak to Jasper again? Draco wanted, no needed to know if what the vampire had told him about his family was true. And how was he to find that out if he were never to speak to him again? And then there was the other thing Jasper had said…

(I)"I gave in to what my heart was telling me…"(I)

The memory of that one sentence sent a shiver down Draco's spine and brought a flush up on his cheeks. He sat up in his bed, glaring to himself in the dark. Was he going mad? Having these feelings for a vampire! All be it a very handsome vampire with hair like gold and skin like…

"Stop it Draco," he scolded himself, "Don't think of him like that."

"Like what?" the voice made him jump almost out of his skin, his hand slamming down on the bedside cabinet where he kept his wand at night. His hand was quick as he aimed it towards the voice and hissed the word,

"Lumos!" The tip of his wand lip up instantly and revealed the figure standing in the corner of his room by the window. "Jasper?"

"Hello Draco," the vampire spoke softly, his skin seeming even paler in the unnatural light of the spell, "That's quite handy." He nodded to the wand.

"Er, yeah," Draco muttered, leaning over and switching the muggle light on, bathing more of the room in light than his wand had done. "Nox." He muttered to the still glowing wand and the light cut out.

"How'd you learn to do that?" Jasper asked.

"School," Draco answered softly, "What are you doing here? And you need to be quiet or my parents will hear you…what am I saying? You shouldn't be here. Get out of my bedroom!"

"I came to see you," Jasper said calmly, "And your parents are sound asleep, I can tell by their heartbeats and their breathing."

"Ok, now that's a little bit creepy," Draco muttered, keeping hold of his wand as he sat on the bed facing the vampire, "How did you get in here?"

"Window."

"But my father placed wards…or at least he said he placed wards, maybe he forgot…" Draco muttered to himself, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to find out how your parents reacted," Jasper answered.

"You could have asked me at school," Draco pointed out.

"Hmm," Jasper looked a little sheepish, "Ok, I just wanted to see you again and…well Edward said that…" Jasper trailed off.

"Edward said what?" Draco asked.

"He said he watched Bella sleep," Jasper answered quickly, "He says he finds it fascinating and beautiful and…"

"You came to watch me sleep?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," Jasper answered awkwardly.

"Ok," Draco muttered slowly, "And was it as you expected?"

"No," Jasper said.

"Not fascinating?" Draco asked.

"No it would have been everything Edward says if…if you hadn't been trapped in a nightmare," Jasper admitted. Draco flushed a deep red. "I could feel your fear and pain…"

"Oh," Draco mumbled, "Right."

"I wanted to help you, I tried but…" Jasper spoke softly, "I couldn't. I can read your emotions but I can't influence them."

"Whereas normally you can?" Draco asked.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Great." They smiled awkwardly at each other for a few moments as both struggled to get out of the one word conversation. "Does Bella mind Edward watching her sleep?" Draco asked softly.

"She doesn't know."

"And that takes it up to a whole new level of stalker for him," Draco muttered, "You do know if he hurts her I'll kill him. Bella's my first real friend in a long time and I'm not loosing her to a filthy-" Draco bit his lip as he cut himself off, "Sorry, old habits die hard and well…"

"It's ok, I understand," Jasper said, "So how did your parent's take it?"

"About as well as I did," Draco snorted, chuckling darkly, "My father wanted to kill all of you. I convinced him not to but he has still banned me from talking to you ever again."

"Uh huh," Jasper muttered, "Great job of not talking to me."

"Yeah," Draco chuckled, "And he wants me to wear my ring at all times."

"Your ring?" Jasper asked confused.

"Look," Draco said, scrambling off the bed, tripping on the duvet briefly and stumbling over to the chest of drawers. Jasper's jaw had practically hit the floor as all of Draco's sculpted chest was suddenly on display to him.

"Oh my…" Jasper breathed.

"What?" Draco asked, his hand pausing in mid-air as he reached for the ring he'd thrown carelessly onto the top of the dresser earlier. But of course Jasper wasn't even looking at the ring, he was looking at Draco's body. "Oh!" Draco gasped, his right hand pulling back from the ring to cover his wretched tattoo. "Hold on."

"Don't hide," Jasper said softly as Draco rushed over to where his fluffy bathrobe hung on the back of his door, the traditional white and fluffy and oh so un-Malfoy kind. Draco hated his left forearm more than anything, even vampires! That evil tattoo was a symbol of the years when he was little more than a puppet for an evil man who- "Draco!"

"Sorry!" Draco gasped, only now registering that Jasper was right beside him, a gentle hand on Draco's shaking arm, "Sorry."

"So much self-hate," Jasper murmured sadly.

"Yeah, well, you'd hate yourself too if you were me," Draco mumbled, "Anyway the ring." Jasper let go and a good thing he did too because the moment Draco's skin touched the silver of the ring Jasper was forced violently back until he was pressed up against the opposite wall, "That's the ring my father wants me to wear all the time."

"What is that?" Jasper asked as Draco dropped the ring and the invisible force disappeared, allowing Jasper to take a step towards Draco.

"It's called a ward," Draco explained, staying where he was, "My father placed it on the ring, specifically to work against…well, you lot," Draco continued, "He said he'd placed one on the house but he can't have otherwise you'd never have been able to be here tonight." Slowly Draco walked back to his bed, picking up the duvet on the floor and dropping it down onto it.

"Interesting," Jasper murmured as he walked over and slowly sat on the opposite side to the one Draco perched on, expecting to be told to stop. He wasn't. "You're not afraid of me any more," Jasper breathed with a small smile.

"No…" Draco answered, slowly realising that he genuinely wasn't.

"You're curious," Jasper realised with a smile.

"Well…yes, actually, I am," Draco admitted with a blush.

"What about?" Jasper asked.

"Many things," Draco mumbled, "The animal eating for starters." Draco found his eyes once again locked with Jaspers, "The special gifts thing." Jasper didn't look away from Draco's beautiful eyes as his hand reached out like earlier, trailing his fingertips down the smooth cheek. "That thing."

"Oh," Jasper said softly, "That thing. What exactly are you curious about where this is concerned?"

"How do you disarm me so?" Draco blurted out the first thought that crossed his mind, "I hate you, I don't trust you. But right now I want…I want…"

"What?" Jasper asked, holding the breath he didn't need in his lungs. Draco looked at him in silence for a few moments, feeling any resistance he had to the beautiful creature crumbling away.

"Oh fuck it," he eventually growled, "I'm going to hell anyway…" Draco muttered before pushing Jasper's hand away, leaning over the bed and pressing his lips to the cold ones before him. Jasper's eyes widened briefly before fluttering closed, his hands grabbing the sides of Draco's head as the platinum blond teen crawled across the bed and pressed his body against Jaspers. Both were panting and moaning, hands grabbing…

"Stop!" Jasper gasped, tumbling ungracefully off of the side of the bed.

"Sorry," Draco said apologetically, looking down at Jasper on the floor, "I thought it was what you wanted…it was what I wanted and you said…"

"It was what I wanted but…" Jasper took a deep breath, "Just warn me next time," Jasper ended in a growl, hands gripping his thighs, "I almost…I almost…God you are so…so…"

"Sorry," Draco bit his lip.

"I want you so much," Jasper admitted and a shiver, very uncharacteristic of him but something that was happening worryingly a lot because of this vampire, ran up and down Draco's spine, "But if I loose control with you…I don't want to loose control…I don't want to kill you…or worse, damn you…"

"Trust me, already damned," Draco muttered, glaring at his covered arm.

"And there's that self-hatred again," Jasper said softly, "And…self-pity?" Jasper asked, getting to his feet as Draco crawled back on the bed to rest against the headrest, hugging his knees gently. "Why do you hate yourself?"

"I-" Draco paused, "I don't want to talk about it," he finally said softly, "Maybe one day, later when…when we know each other better…but…let's talk about something else. Please?" He didn't want to tell Jasper his true secret, the one that was much worse than his secret gift of magic. He didn't want to loose Jasper before…well before anything really.

"Alright," Jasper said, troubled by the chaotic mix of emotions coming from Draco. But then again could he really blame him? He'd hated vampires until earlier, completely hated them. Now… "What do you want to talk about?"

"Um…how old are you?" Draco asked.

"That's a rude question," Jasper smiled at Draco, "But I suppose I can answer it. You're only curious after all. Do you want my real age and the age I look?"

"Both?" Draco asked, relaxing a bit more against the headboard.

"I was turned when I was twenty," Jasper explained, "Hence my forever youthful appearance. But I was born…"

"When?" Draco asked when Jasper trailed off.

"I was born in 1843 which makes me 166."

"Oh-My-God," Draco gasped before grinning, "You're an old man!"

A/N There we go, another chapter for you lot to read and review. Now just one thing, you all keep asking for Harry…don't worry! Harry and some of the others will be making an appearance in this story later on. I have plans. *Evil laugh*

A/N2 I tried not to make the bedroom scene too much like the Edward/Bella one but I just couldn't resist writing one for Draco and Jasper.
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