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In My Blood	By : wretchedscar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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In My Blood

by WretchedScar

� August 11th, 2006

Authors Note: Yes, I am one of those horrible, cruel authors who starts stories and then leaves them half done only to start another one. I am so sorry! I don�t mean to it just, well, happens! Alas, this one has been in my brain every night before I go to sleep. I guess I�m just writing it for me as much as anyone else who is interested. I need to get it out of my imagination. It�s a H!Mate! & D!Vampire-inheritence! story - oh my. AU of course because well it�s just crazy. But anyway - no flames - I�m not aiming to be the best writer in the world - I just had to put these fictional events to some virtual paper. Enjoy . . .

�BAM!!� Harry Potter felt his head crack against a solid surface as his entire body was forcefully thrust back against the wall of the small hallway aboard the Hogwarts express. He was under attack, by the enemy.

�Your dog of a godfather can�t help you now, Potter!� Draco Malfoy growled as he grasped the front of Harry�s shirt in two, tightly clenched fists. �He�s dead now, isn�t he!� he laughed. Crabbe and Goyle laughed alongside their leader, and Blaise Zabini just shook his head at the whole catastrophe.

�Fuck you, Malfoy!� Harry yelled and swung his fist out, connecting it solidly with Malfoy�s pointed chin. Something went �crunch.�

�Fight, fight, fight!� a group of students chanted alongside some frozen, scared first years who found themselves helplessly involved. Everyone was straining to see what would happen next between the two fighting boys in the tiny space that they occupied.

Malfoy was cursing, clutching his damaged jaw on his knees, on the floor one moment and then diving for Potter again in the next.

�Stop this! Stop this, this instant!� Hermione Granger pushed her way through the crowd, her wand trained on the two fighting boys before her. One glance at the Head Girl�s serious expression and both found themselves shoving away from each other, out of breath, bruised and still glaring.

�Honestly! It hasn�t even been one hour into the school year and already you two are trying to murder one another! Is this the example you are going to set for the younger years?� Hermione stated.

�Sorry �Mione,� Harry mumbled, hanging his head slightly.

Draco snorted, �Mudblood has you by the balls, Potter.�

�And you�re so jealous over it all, aren�t you Malfoy,� Harry smirked.

Draco opened his mouth to extend a smart remark but Hermione cut them both off.

�ENOUGH! Everyone back to their compartments, now.� Hermione ordered and not surprisingly enough people obeyed.

�We�ll finish this later, Potter,� Draco reminded with a look before turning and leaving.

�Of course,� Harry glared.

* * *

�Honestly, Harry, I�m so disappointed in you,� Hermione huffed as she sat down on the soft, cushioned seat of their compartment in the train. Her sudden movement woke Ronald Weasley from a peaceful slumber where he had been snoring strong enough to cover the damp glass of the windows in a foggy gray patch.

�What�s going on,� he murmured sleepily through a yawn. �We there yet, then?�

�No, Ronald. I caught Harry and Malfoy fighting in the corridor,� Hermione huffed and glared again at her friend.

�Oh bloody hell, I missed that?! Who won?� Ron sat up straight with excitement.

�No one! It�s not a competition for heaven�s sake,� Hermione scolded.

�He started it,� Harry sighed. �Again. All I wanted to do was use the damn loo in peace! He came out of nowhere and pushed me up against the wall. I had to defend myself!�

All three of them sighed and listened to the �chug, chug, chug� of the engine, the roar of the wind as it howled by the locomotive�s steel frame and the gentle pitter-pat of the rain as it sprinkled across the night darkened windows.

�He has been rather, more, erm,� Hermione scrunched up her nose a bit, �aggressive towards Harry lately - if that�s even possible. Think of what happened when we were leaving school last year, remember?� She seemed thoughtful. �And didn�t he trip you in the station too, today before we all boarded the train?�

�Yeah,� Ron echoed. �Seems to have gotten past the verbal sparing, then.�

�And moved more into physical fighting,� Harry finished. �Yeah, I kind of noticed,� he snorted, rubbing his bruised collarbone.

�And you promise me each time you haven�t done anything to start things?� Hermione questioned.

�I swear to you, Hermione! I promised you last year I would leave things alone with him! And it�s almost as though he noticed my attempts at it and won�t let a day go without starting a fight with me,� Harry frowned.

�This is Malfoy we�re talking about Hermione,� Ron grumbled.

�True . . .� but her voice held a hint of doubt. Something wasn�t right.

* * *

�Dray, come on Dray, slow down!� Blaise huffed as he worked to keep up with his stalking friend. They were heading towards the Great Hall for dinner, the first dinner back. �What was that earlier?�

�I don�t know what you mean,� Draco growled, sliding into his seat at the Slytherin table. Blaise seated himself to Draco�s right and Pansy joined them as well on the left. He was boxed in, in between two curious and surprisingly caring friends.

�You were fighting again with Potter,� Pansy pointed out, frowning. �I thought we all agreed to tone things down last year,� she reminded as Dumbledore rambled on in the background for the welcoming speech. �Especially with what you�ll be going through . . �

�I can handle it . . � he stated quietly, but the words were crisp and harsh.

�Let�s see, let me jog your memory . . . right after we had our talk, on the last day of school you . . . .� Blaise started to point out.

�I bloody well know what I did!� Draco interrupted, through clenched teeth. �It�s just the chemistry - it�s aggravating me and for some reason Potter only further aggravates it. You try dealing with this - this inheritence!�

� . . . then tripped him at the station and then that catastrophe of a fight,� he kept going ignoring his best friend�s interruption. �Tut, tut,� he clicked his tongue, �is that a bruise I see forming on your chin?� he reached out to point at the slightly dark skin and had his hand slapped away.

�Draco, no offense intended but . . � Pansy took a deep breath as she started to load food, from where it had magically appeared on the table, on her dinner plate, � . . . it�s almost like you�re . . . you�re . . �

�PMSing.� Blaise stated firmly with a nod. He was rewarded with a sound slap upside his head. �Ow, damn it, I was just being honest!�

�I know, that�s why I smacked you,� Draco snorted. �And it isn�t PMS . . . it�s just difficult - not knowing who it is, where to look and to always feel this endless need. I - hate - it. And I hate him. Look at him, so happy and chipper, oblivious to it all in his fame,� he muttered, glaring across the great hall at an innocent Harry Potter. �Sent my father away to jail and there he sits all high and mighty . . .�

�Would you like to shut up and shovel some food in your mouth, Draco?� Pansy stated sweetly. �You just keep proving us right, sweety. Perhaps you should go see Snape and have him whip up a potion or two, hmm? Any idea of who may be the lucky one?�

�Not a clue,� Draco sighed.
�Don�t worry, Draco,� Blaise grinned. �We�re there for you through this all. Besides at least you�ll soon have someone else to focus on besides Potter!�

Draco glared.

* * *

Harry sighed. He hated potions. Absolutely, positively, hated potions. With a passion. If he could go a day without having to see Snape he would have kissed Professor McGonagall herself. But alas, he stared at Snape and Snape stared right back at him, the Potion�s Professor smirking, his eyes dancing with the promise that this year would be as hellish as the past one.

�Today,� he drawled in that smooth, silky tone, �we will be working on a relaxation potion. I will assign you partners . . .�

The room was filled with audible groans.

�QUIET!� Professor Snape growled to the students and they quickly proceed to do so. �In random order,� he stated with a smirk, and a flick of the wrist produced a scroll to read from.

Harry sighed as the list of names came and went and he knew all too well what his fate would be. It was, what was that called, that damn �Murphy�s Law�. Damn the Murphy bastard whoever he was.

�Malfoy and . . . Pot-ter,� Snape annunciated Harry�s last name with absolute glee and loath. �Mooove,� he drawled out to the uninspired classroom.

The scraping of chairs and the shuffling feet filled the classroom as everyone rearranged themselves. Harry huffed when he saw Malfoy still sitting where he was, his arms crossed, glaring daggers and refusing to budge from his seat.

�Fine,� Harry stated out loud, grabbing his belonging with a jerky motion. He stomped over to sit down next to his nemesis.

�I know that Snape absolutely hates you but why he feels he must torture me in order to torture you just doesn�t seem right,� Malfoy accused.

�Oh yes, you�re just a helpless victim in all of this,� Harry stated with evident sarcasm as he unloaded his supplies. �Innocent as the day you were . . . wait, no I don�t think even that applies to you,� Harry snickered. He jumped when Draco surprisingly slammed a fist down on their desk.

�Shut the fuck up, Potter. Shut up, or we�ll rehash our time on the train together right now,� he threatened.

Harry swallowed, uncertain as to his own hesitancy. Malfoy had really never intimidated him before but there was something in his eyes, in the way he spoke that said not to push him over that edge of late. �Fine, are you going to get the ingredients or -�

Malfoy pushed himself out of his chair and stalked off, leaving Harry by himself to set up the cauldron. �Answers that question,� Harry sighed thinking how long a class this was going to be.

It was a miracle to say the least. A miracle that it only took half the class period before trouble started to brew between the pair again.

Harry sighed as he stirred the potion yet again. �My arm is fucking hurting, Malfoy. Take a damn turn.� This particular concoction required relentless, counter-clockwise stirring for an uninterrupted period of twenty-three minutes exactly. Harry had watched as the other pairs had switched off in ten minute intervals while he was going on seventeen minutes with no help.

�Suck it up and be a man, Potter,� Malfoy growled, not even looking at him, still sitting back against his chair with his arms crossed.

Harry felt his frustration rise and the blood continue to withdraw from his tired limb. �Oh that�s right you�d know all about that wouldn�t you, Malfoy.� Harry didn�t stop to think, he just felt the rage at his predicament, �Just like your father - such a man - you�re both so sick it�s not even funny. I�d say you�re monsters . . . monsters ready to kill innocent people all in the name of a dark lord. You weren�t even born normal, you�re unnatural -�

But Harry never got to say anything more as he felt a tight hand around his neck, squeezing. He tried to breathe, tried to swallow but was unable to do either. His eyes widened as he felt his body being pushed to the cold, stone floor of the dungeon�s classroom.

�Oh fuck,� Harry thought, struggling against his stronger opponent. Since when had Malfoy gotten stronger than him?! �I may have pushed him too far this time,� Harry realized as he was backhanded in the face. He felt his head turn with the impact and the distinct feeling of blood running down from his nose. Oh boy. Better start to fight back as best he could . . . he kicked and scratched at Malfoy with his nails, relishing the feel of skin tearing and a cry of pain from his attacker as he aimed for his eyes.

They both were oblivious to the delighted hollers of the Slytherins and the horrified cries of the Gryffindors as everyone was forced to watch. No one moved, even as Severus Snape rushed forward from his desk, trying to push his way through the on looking crowd of bodies to stop things before they got worse . . . far worse . . . for he knew what Draco was capable of right now.

But as quick as he was to try to head off a disaster - it occurred. It happened. Everything was in slow motion and Severus couldn�t believe his eyes. At most he thought Draco would tear the living shit out of Potter, and good riddance, but instead what happened made him stop dead in his tracks. It wasn�t so . . . it couldn�t be. Could the fates be any crueler.

�You want to see unnatural Potter? You want to see a monster?� Draco hissed, jerking the other, shocked boy to his body. �Try this on for size,� Draco growled and sunk a pair of sharp, white, fangs into the side of Harry Potter�s neck.
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