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Bloodlinked	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Based on characters and situations created by J.K.
Rowling.

All Characters depicted here are over the age of 18.

Title: Bloodlinked

Author: Abremaline

Warnings: Blood play. Very slightly dubious consent (though not
really.) Weird artistic stuff with strange poetic phrases interspersed
throughout.

Rating: NC17

Special Mention: I would like to thank, Scotch, Whiskey and Cola. Who
all deserve a more than partial credit for this particular piece.

Summary: Veela (Vampire?) Draco. Probably one of my strangest pieces
yet. I have no explanation for this at all. I could blame that on the alcohol,
but seriously, I don�t think I�d have a summary for this one even if I were
sober.

A/N: Written
for a few friends on LiveJournal quite a while ago now. Posted exactly as was
posted there. Note, now sober, I still
don�t have a better summary. Lol.

Bloodlinked

It�s well documented amongst wizard-kind that Veela and even Part-Veela, mate
for life - Draco Malfoy was never any different. Except maybe that he had
resisted. He knew who his mate was - however there were other circumstances,
and things that couldn�t be changed or undone. His mate had always been
strictly off limits. The pull had grown as Draco had grown and the need got
worse every year, every time they were close. There was nothing he could do
though; his mate was the enemy, trained to kill him.

Blood rained from the sky the day that his will finally broke.

The battle had been strangely calm. Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort
encapsulated in a magical dome that none could penetrate. (�The Order� had
tried.) So they all stood circled around just watching as events proceeded.
There was nothing more they could do; fighting each other at this point would have
been redundant.

Draco looked at the faces surrounding him. Some (like himself) were shrouded in
black, others simply wore normal everyday robes. But all of them had the same
expression on their faces. It spoke more than what Draco knew their mouths ever
would, it wasn�t hard to read them. None of these people cared what happened to
those who were in the dome, only that their side of the divide was the victor
at the end of it.

Draco was trying to avoid looking into the dome. There was nothing he could to
do about it, so why look? Either way he would lose. Inevitably his eyes
followed the pull though; His mate in a battle to the death with his leader -
his father�s leader.

The part of him that was a Veela screamed at him to do something, anything to
save his mate, the only love he would ever have. The will he had employed all
this time, human logic, was crumbling under the need, that didn�t stop its
fighting though.

His eyes fixed on his mate; mind focused on his inner struggle, Draco sank to
his knees in the mud, unnoticed by any other than one man who was too busy to
do anything about it.

The small space of time it took for silver eyes to lock with green was enough
to change the course of the battle inside the dome. A second is all it takes to
cast the final blow in any battle, and no one knew that better than Voldemort.
When Harry�s head turned he cast the deciding spell.

�Avada Kedavra�

It�s a strange thing when a Veela links to his mate, and the longer that is
denied the more powerful the magic is. The spell rebounded like it had before
and all of the wounds upon the once lord�s body exploded in light and magic. A
beautiful blue light show and Voldemort was no more.

Two men lay sunk to the mud. Joined at the heart, but minds are distanced by
the fight

The powers of the Veela, and the link that�s held between them and their mate
was never something to be understood. Not by anyone, and truthfully not even by
the Veela nation themselves. Certainly never by their mates. That being
however, any Veela, or any mate of a Veela could have told the hospital staff
why Harry Potter was screaming when they enervated him that day. Sadly none
were asked, and so there was confusion when the man gave voice to his pain � an
inhuman wail that shattered its way through the corridors.

A voice that seeks its soul. Crying to the winds that give sound flight.

Wounds began to open over the saviour�s body. The staff tried everything, yet
nothing worked. The magic was stronger then they were, caused by the link to a
dead man. Cuts opened in the same places as they had done on Voldemort that
night in the dome, Harry�s body was leaking the link in the form of his own
blood. It must have been a strong link, for three days after they appeared the
wounds were still seeping.

Blood that seeping for the link that�s gone. A heart still crying for bond
in lieu.

Harry lay, red liquid sticking to even his hair, he had no concept of the day
or the time. His temperature, the nurses told him, was beyond what was
considered to be human. The world had taken on a strange tint, everything
appeared to bend, and there were coloured spots shading his eyes from the
world. A spirit of light stumbled through the doorway, fell and crawled to
where Harry lay.

He couldn�t recognise its form, his eyesight was too far gone with the loss of
blood, but he recognised its struggle. As though it were being held back by
iron chains. It got closer and Harry knew, this was no angel, or any guardian
spirit coming to collect his soul for the being in the beyond. It was his mate,
answering the wind, dying partly in his place.

A light in this delirium. Be it my soul that craves for you?

Draco didn�t know what he was doing. Some part of him may have been fully
aware, but his conscience was not, it had lost the battle three days ago.
Minutes before the guards had found him caught in an inhuman wail of pain,
pulling the chains that bound him out of the cement without much of an effort.

When he came to, he was less than a metre from a hospital bed. Only its sheets
weren�t white, they were red. Red from the blood that poured from the body
placed upon it. His heart thumped against his chest as he crept to close the
distance.

�Harry?�

A life that�s slayed.

Spirits that flayed.

�I see you there. Caught in the haze,

Life be lain, there you�re splayed.�

His mate�s hair was plastered in sweat, his breathing was irregular. Something
in Draco�s will broke at what he saw, Harry was beautiful.

Draco picked up one of the pasty, clammy hands softly within his own, thumb
circling absently as his mind took in what had happened.

�Is this for me?

A offering of your life?�

He didn�t know why he did it. It quizzed him even as he bent his head forwards.
It was simply an impulse, he wasn�t even entirely aware of it himself. There was
a cut that traversed the length of Harry�s palm, it was steadily seeping blood.
He placed his mouth softly to the centre of the wound, lips slightly apart.
Frozen like that for an interminable length of time, slowly they began to move
of their own volition. Draco had no control over any of it, his mind was in
shock.

�Would you drink of me? To be free?�

Harry�s hand tingled - only softly at first, a feeling like a hundred or so needles
resting point down on his hand. But, it soon progressed into vicious stabbing.
Silver eyes began to come into focus, the only thing in the room that was in
focus. The tingling was spreading, moving along his arm.

Awareness began to float in through him. The stabbing was the pain of open
wounds being sucked upon, the blood being forced out of them. The tingling he
could feel following after the mouth that sucked on him, was his skin, healing
itself, closing back together.

�Commit our own�Vampiricy?�

The blood tasted bitter, like eating iron. Draco thought he would have hated
such a taste, yet, he didn�t. He sucked on the blood as it leaked out of his
mate, a hunger he couldn�t explain. He moved along the arm drawing all he could
from each wound until it refused to give anymore. He felt his own pupils
dilated with the craze that he knew he was in. It was a need that had ellipsed
all other thought. He needed Harry, his heart, his soul � his blood.

Feel the twine that swirls, that binds.

Harry had thought he dying, he might still be, but when Draco Malfoy straddled
waist and sucked on his neck and face every fibre below his skin danced in a
frenzy. It was like tantra, every pore of his skin jumped. He could feel
Draco�s heart beat caught with his own � twisted so that neither could be
distinguished from each other.

�Kiss me like this. Let me taste of you. The heat of blood pounding through
my veins. Let me taste, upon your lips. Drink myself in heated bliss.�

Draco�s own blood raced all over the place, seemingly without direction when
Harry�s head tilted and caught Draco�s mouth in his own. Blood still coated his
mouth from the cut he had been sucking on. It was an open-mouthed heated kiss
that seemed to bring Harry to life. Harry wanted, but Draco needed � he wasn�t
finished, he needed finish. Every cut, and there were still many left.

A thumb replaced the mouth that had been attached to Harry�s. He groaned in
pain for the loss as he sunk his teeth into the thumb. He needed. He needed to
be getting something back. To replace all that he was losing. Like fruit burst
open, Draco�s blood exploded in Harry�s mouth. His body jolted upwards at the
feel of life being received. Life that he had been losing for three days.

Alive. I feel you tracking, hot tang join two to one. �I need you in me.
Body - blood.�

Draco could feel himself becoming hard. The more Harry, bit and sucked along
his arm � the more his body responded. Or was that Harry�s body responding?
Draco wasn�t sure. He wasn�t sure when they had actually begun to rock again
each other either. He hadn�t been aware of it until it had sped up, they were
rocking in time with the transfer of blood. Harry�s to Draco, and Draco�s to
Harry.

A Twine that�s twisted. �Are we two or one?� When we wake, what will we be?
�I�m not sure. But I think you missed�.�

Every part of Draco needed, he needed the blood, he needed his mate, he needed�

The last of Harry�s wounds the only one yet to be bled and then healed was on
his lip. Draco hardly noticed when Harry manoeuvred their bodies to interlink,
he was too far into the frenzy. The need for his mate that had been denied
almost too long.

He needed.

Draco moved inside of him faster and faster. His blood, his life, his body, it
all moved in an escalating rhythm, all in sync. Draco sucked the blood from
Harry�s lip, somehow twisting their tongues together at the same time.
Everything joined, everything moving. Speeding up and all exploding at once,
semen and saliva and blood, binding Veela and his mate for life.

A shuddered sigh, and you to my �. �What are we? Now we to wake. A moment
spent. Joined like twine.�

When they woke, many days later, their bodies were still zinging with the
sensations. Somehow they knew that it would be a long time before those left.
What neither knew, and no one could answer, was whether they were one being, or
if they were two. So strong was the bond that had been resisted that no one
could tell. Least of all they themselves.

Lain me here. Upon the hay. Here tonight, You�ve bind to mine.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

If you would
like to read the poem that I used pieces of to thread throughout this it can be
found posted here, as �Chapter Two.� Entitled �Bind to Mine.�
Thank you all, for reading (and hopefully enjoying,) my work.
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