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Chapter List
- 1-The Long-Desired
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
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Title: The
Long-Desired

Disclaimer: J. K.
Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun
and not profit.

Rating: R

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Warnings: Creature!fic,(vampire Draco),
angst, violence, profanity, sex, bloodplay, past
canon character death, dark (arguably insane) Harry. DH spoilers, but ignores
epilogue.

Summary: Sequel
to �Viper.� Harry is more determined than ever to prevent Draco from taking
Harry as his lover and Long-Desired, which Harry sees as slavery. Draco turns
to Harry�s friends for help as Harry spirals down into self-destruction.

Author�s Notes: This
is the third of the �Two Hunters� series, which begins with �Mongoose� and
continues in �Viper,� and it will be the last one. Reading this one isn�t
recommended if you haven�t read the others. It is also a dark story, and not
very fluffy. This one will probably be between nine and thirteen parts long,
updated irregularly.

The Long-Desired

�� There had
to be an answer.

�� In fact,
there was an answer. Harry was
certain of it. He had seen the book, and he had read the answer in the back of
it, amused and impressed by the lengths that some vampire hunters would go to to prevent their prey from hurting them. He hadn�t thought
he would ever need this particular trick. He had modified his body in ways that
others might find startling, but those modifications were meant to provide
strictly temporary effects. Harry wouldn�t need
them to last a long time, because his innate skill would ensure that he had
another way to kill the vampires.

�� But now�

�� Now he
needed it, and he couldn�t find it.

�� Harry flung
another book across his drawing room and watched without emotion as the pages
ripped and frayed from the binding, drifting across the desk and shelves in a
flurry of paper snowflakes. It couldn�t help him. It didn�t deserve the gentle
treatment that he knew Hermione would always advise for books.

�� Why am I thinking of Hermione at a time like
this? She certainly wouldn�t think of me. She would probably advise me to do
something stupid like surrender to the Long-Desired bond and �think about the
future.�

�� Harry
sneered and turned towards the pile of books that he hadn�t investigated yet.
He refused to contemplate a future as a slave,
which surrendering to the Long-Desired bond would mean. No one understood him
but himself�and Ginny, but she was gone. They would all advise him to do things
that he didn�t want to do, his friends and his fellow Aurors and the Head Auror
and the rest of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Minister and
the public and the reporters and everyone else who thought they had a right to
interfere in his life.

�� And so
would Malfoy.

�� Harry felt
a shudder rip up his spine. Malfoy was the only one of the lot that was worth
wasting a thought on, because he was the only one who had the power to hurt
Harry. He would make him into his slave. He would feed on his blood and make
him feel physical pleasure from it. He would force Harry to share his magic
with him when he drank that blood. He would try to make Harry forget Ginny and
the reasons he had become a vampire hunter in the first place, and come to bed
with him.

�� He would change the very core of what I am,
and in the end he would steal my mind and my will, the way that the Collector
did to Lucy. That�s what a vampire does to a Long-Desired. I know, because I
saw it happening. He can�t convince me otherwise.

�� But still
he tried, and that drove Harry closer to the brink of madness than anything
else had so far. Didn�t he realize he had no right, and wouldn�t succeed?

�� Harry took
up another book. A glance was sufficient to tell him that this was the right
one. He smiled and sat down on the couch to read it with hands that shook. How
could he have forgotten? This was about the history of vampires, and the
strategies that had been used during that history to control them and keep
their numbers down like the vermin they were. Predators who
preyed on humans could not be allowed to continue existing.

�� He hated
how necessary that mantra had become to him since the confrontation in the
Collector�s tower. Once, he would simply have carried it as knowledge in the
back of his head, undeniably part of his world, but with no need to articulate
it aloud.

�� Now he had
to articulate it. Now there was too much chance that he would slip if he let
himself, and start thinking of the pleasure there was to be found in Malfoy�s
fangs plunging into his neck, or how they had cooperated to kill the most
dangerous vampire he had ever faced.

�� Not the most dangerous. The most dangerous
is Malfoy, because of the power he has over you.

�� Weak, that is what you are. Weak.

�� Harry
blinked away desperate sweat and tears of pure anger. He didn�t have time for
them now. He had to concentrate on learning and executing the one method that
was guaranteed to make Malfoy leave him alone, because it would destroy the
thing that made Malfoy desire him.

*

�� Draco
leaned an elbow on the white stone that marked the boundary of Harry�s property
and gazed steadfastly at the house hidden behind its wards.

�� The wards
were too powerful, even for a vampire like him, made into a master vampire by
the death of his sire and connected by a Long-Desired bond to the occupant
within. Harry had spent years learning how to defend a place against his prey.
Draco could not even find a beginning or end to the wards, and that was an
impressive thing.

�� He licked
his fangs. He had fed tonight, of course, and the night before that, and the
night before that. He could not exist if he did not drink blood, and his
existence was his highest priority.

�� But the
blood did not taste of the adrenaline and the magic that he had learned to
savor, and with his belly full, his priorities rose to leading the most
powerful and brilliant existence he could. That was one ambition that had not
died with his mortal body.

�� The key to
that ambition, that existence, hid in the house behind the wards and tried to
pretend that nothing had changed, that they had not found pleasure together,
hunted together, or conquered together.

�� That Draco
had not said he would burn for Harry.

�� He pulled
his arm away from the white boulder and began his patient prowling along the
wards. There was always the possibility that he had missed some small hole.
True, Harry knew even more about vampires than he did, who was one, but Draco
had access to a library full of books about vampires at Malfoy Manor and the
patience of the undead. If a flaw existed, he would find it.

�� Meanwhile,
he knew the wards that formed the outer shell of Harry�s defenses, the simplest
warning wards, were transferring news of his presence to Harry. He could lie in
his bed and stare at the ceiling all he wanted; he could hunt through his
library; he could go to work by day and pretend that nothing was wrong. But
Draco would still be walking along the edge of his property, and he would still
use his body to give the simplest message he could.

�� I am here. Waiting for
you.

*

�� Harry. I
need to talk to you.�

�� Harry
sighed. He hadn�t spoken with Hermione since their last argument, when she had
tried to break him of his obsession with vampires, and thus proved that she
didn�t understand the need to avenge Ginny and the driving force of Harry�s
life at all. Harry had assumed that they would drift slowly apart, ending with
him isolated in a world of darkness and probably dying at the fangs of a
vampire, as he had always known he would.

�� But
Hermione was too determined to let it go. Harry knew she would stand there and
repeat the same words for hours, if need be, until he talked to her.

�� She and Malfoy are rather alike in that
respect.

�� Harry
scowled. He didn�t want to have that insight. He spun his chair around to face
Hermione and raised an eyebrow. �What?�

�� Hermione
sat down in the chair next to his, which was usually Ron�s. Her face was pale.
Her eyes looked like stones. Harry shot a glance around the office and groaned
when he realized that Ron was gone and his desk was empty of paperwork. They must have planned this between the two
of them, he decided, and glared at Hermione, hoping to make her back away with
the sheer force of his wrath.

�� Of course
she stayed where she was. Harry hadn�t yet discovered the expression that could
make Hermione back down. �I went past your house last night,� she said. �Harry,
why was there a vampire near your wards?�

�� A little souvenir of my most recent adventure.� Harry put a
sneer into his voice. He had been right that
a vampire was behind the murders of two men, McFadden and Gowan,
but his superiors had refused to acknowledge that. They were still officially
listing the cases as unsolved. Ron and Hermione, of course, knew that Harry
hunted vampires and knew what it meant when he vanished for a day or so and no
more murders happened. �A member of the nest the master vampire commanded. I
killed the others, but he got away.� Harry sighed. �He probably wants revenge
on me, but I don�t think he�ll get to take it. He�s a very young vampire.�

�� And?� Hermione spoke the word with a soft drawl that
reminded Harry of nothing so much as the way Malfoy had talked to him in the
Collector�s tower.

�� You are going to forget that, he told
himself, and raised his eyebrows. �And what? I�m still
recovering from that adventure of mine, and I�ve been meaning to try out some
new strategies that I still need to research. I�ll take care of him when I�m
ready.�

�� There has to be a way for a Long-Desired to
kill the vampire who wants to enslave him. There has to be.

�� When were
you going to mention that it�s Malfoy?� Hermione looked him in the eye with
that inconvenient piercing gaze that wouldn�t let him look away.

�� Harry
barely kept from digging his fingers into his trousers. Even though Hermione
knew the vampire was Malfoy, there was no indication that she knew about the
special ability Malfoy had to irritate and hurt Harry. He was a good liar. He
could tough this out, too. No need to panic and get caught. He sighed. �Yeah,
he took me by surprise. For some reason, I didn�t want to kill him. Sentiment,
I reckon, and that he�s so young. And I didn�t want you to think I was getting
soft, so I didn�t mention him.�

�� Getting soft.�
Hermione repeated the words with a peculiar undertone in her voice that Harry
couldn�t make out.

�� Yeah.� Harry raised an eyebrow at her and chuckled. Maybe
he could keep his friendship with Ron and Hermione after all. If they would leave him alone, and come close again
only after he�d found a way to make Malfoy back off. The cure for that problem
was more complicated than he had anticipated. There was a high chance that he
could die while he was performing it, and he wanted to live to destroy more
nests. �Hard to believe of me, isn�t it?�

�� Hermione
grabbed his shoulders. Harry gaped up at her. He couldn�t remember the last
time she had shaken him so violently, or leaned forwards and spoken to him the
way she did then, with her heart in her eyes.

�� I think
�getting soft� would be the best thing that could happen to you. Harry.� She
swallowed the way a new vampire would try to swallow its first mouthful of
blood. �You�re not a hunter, you�re a murderer. Your obsession has taken over
your life. It�s not about Ginny anymore; it�s about blood and death. And if you
really did spare Malfoy because you remember who he used to be, that�s the most
hopeful sign�� She let out a shivering breath. �It means that you could be
healed again, that you might become sane.�

�� I am sane.� Harry�s voice made Hermione
look at him with real fear on her face, and he felt, distantly, bad about that.
But he was so irritated about the way that everyone was treating him, and so
fucking tired of being misunderstood
again and again. �I can restrain myself when I need to. I plan out my kills. I
leave those vampires who registered with the Ministry alone. That doesn�t
suggest to me that my obsession is
taking over my life.�

�� Hermione
shook him again, this time hard enough that Harry�s teeth rattled in his head,
and her fear turned back to anger so sharp Harry was afraid it would cut him
open. �When was the last time you had a conversation with Ron about something
other than work? With me about anything that didn�t involve your work or
vampires? When was the last time you saw the rest of the Weasleys? Or went
shopping? Or went on a date?�

�� Her words
made Harry felt as if his skin had broken out in hives. He pulled roughly free
of Hermione�s grip and stood up, sending the chair sprawling backwards. He was
taller than Hermione, but not by much, and she glared up at him, showing no
signs of turning tail. So Harry would just have to make her.

�� How dare
you?� he said. No need to shout. He made his voice low, the kind of lowness
that should vibrate in Hermione�s bones and steal her breath if she had any
sense at all. �How dare you suggest that I should go and see
the Weasleys again when I got their daughter killed? How dare you
suggest that I should date someone when they would die in turn and that would
be a betrayal of Ginny�s memory? How dare��

�� Ginny is
dead!� Hermione had a howl that Harry had never heard before, as well as he
knew her. �She�s been dead for years,
and the way you talk and think about her, it�s as though she died yesterday!
Harry, she wouldn�t want this. None of us want this. I am going to make you
change your mind.�

�� Harry shook
his head. He could feel his control slipping, and he tried hard to hold onto
it. He didn�t want to hurt Hermione with wild magic, no matter how much he hated
her at the moment for saying things that couldn�t be true. �No, Hermione. I�m
sorry, but if you try to do that, then our friendship is over.�

�� It
practically is over already,� Hermione said, and her eyes were full of
terrifying gentleness. �I�m sorry, Harry. I won�t let your protests keep you
from getting the help you need.�

�� I�ll need a different kind of weapon. Harry
turned away from her and made his voice muffled. �I see. So you�ll do what some
people suggested doing to me in fifth year and shut me up in St. Mungo�s
because you think I�m mad and it�s for my own bloody good?�

�� Yes, I
will,� Hermione said, unfazed. Harry stared at her. She was supposed to feel betrayed when I accused her of being one of my
enemies. What happened? �If that�s what it takes. You�re slipping off the
edge of sanity, Harry. I told you that.�

�� She turned
and walked out of the room while he was still staring.

�� You should have anticipated this, a dark
voice taunted him. No one loves you or
will stand by you. They are only interested in making you do what they want.

�� Harry
turned around swiftly and snatched the essential paperwork off his desk, then
ran out the door as soon as he thought he wouldn�t meet Hermione in the
corridor. If Hermione and Ron were actively working against him, he didn�t have
much time. Malfoy could still come to him in his imprisonment and try to break
Harry�s will.

�� He needed
to complete the ritual that would change his blood and make it undrinkable by
Malfoy as soon as possible.

*

�� Draco
sighed. This was the fourteenth time he had been around Harry�s wards tonight,
the fortieth in the last two nights, and so far he hadn�t detected a single hole or weak place in the defenses.

�� Again he
paused next to the white boulder and gazed wistfully in the direction of
Harry�s house. If he would only see me
and talk to me for a single minute, then I might manage to convince him. If I could send an owl to him, even better. Of course,
there�s no guarantee that he would read the letter.

�� Resigned
for the moment, Draco started to turn away. He could survive on the blood of
others, though it would never taste as good as his Long-Desired�s
blood.

�� Perhaps you will always have to survive on
the blood of others.

�� Draco
frowned and shook his head. No, he could not believe that. More, he could not accept it. Someday, he would have what
his body and his mind hungered for. He didn�t yet know how he would achieve it,
but then, he hadn�t known if the bond would strengthen at all a week ago,
before they went hunting the Collector. At least since that time, he had come
to understand the depth of the pull that bound him to Harry and they had shared
pleasure.

�� Perhaps the securing of the bond must happen
in a series of such small steps, with my having to prove to Harry again and
again that I can offer him something, and his pulling back so that he can
consider whether that gift is worth the sacrifice of his independence.

�� Light
blazed in front of him. Draco dropped to a crouch, his
eyes shielded, and used his other senses to decide which way he needed to move.
He had finally stopped being such an idiot as to rely only on his eyes when he
was startled.

�� The scent
in front of him was female, unfamiliar on the surface, but tantalizing under
that; Draco knew that meant it was one he had smelled before without paying
attention to it at the time. The sounds included loud breathing and the
rustling of robes, which told him it was a witch. Not that he would have
expected a Muggle to surprise him on this lonely moor so close to wards, but
stranger things had happened to him, most of them within the past month.

�� She Apparated in, he decided, and leaped
straight up in case she aimed a curse at him. Her gasp revealed that she hadn�t
expected that, and so she didn�t know much about vampires. Draco opened his
eyes as he came down, and saw that his instincts had sent him flying to the
right place. He landed behind her, one arm wrapped around her neck, his fangs
laid against the skin of her throat.

�� She tried
to twist her head. Draco locked his arm more firmly in place, to emphasize why
this would not be a good idea, but not before she managed to turn so that he
could see her face.

�� Granger,�
he drawled, mostly to cover his own surprise. �Do you have a reason for
sneaking about in the dark outside Potter�s wards?� It would not be a good idea
to call Harry by his first name in front of one of his friends, no matter how
often Draco privately referred to him that way. Besides, he saw no need to let
anyone else know how he felt about his Long-Desired.

�� Malfoy,�
she breathed. �I reckon that clears up any questions of whether you really are
a vampire.�

�� You
thought I might not be?� Draco let his fangs scrape along her skin teasingly.
Granger stood motionless in his embrace, but didn�t smell frightened, and her
heart only sped up a little. Draco had to give her credit for that. �Do you
regularly encounter another kind of pale-skinned creature that�s abroad by
night?�

�� Harry was
the one who said you were a vampire,� Granger muttered. �He sees vampires
everywhere, including under the bed. I couldn�t take his word for it.� Then she
turned her attention back to him. �And is it true that you�re from the last
nest he destroyed and looking to take vengeance for your sire�s death?�

�� Draco
paused to consider for a moment, unconcerned as to what Granger might think
now. He could destroy her, after all, and there was no way that she could know
the meaning behind his silence unless he chose to reveal it to her.

�� His first
instinct was to feel admiration. Harry
can lie when he needs to. It�s doubtless a skill that he learned in his
hunting, and I have to admit that I�m impressed.

�� But his
next instinct was irritation. Harry would deny their bond in front of his
friends. Likely he hadn�t told them about sparing Draco�s life when he
destroyed Caspar�s nest and freed Draco from his domination, either. Granger
must have caught a glimpse of Draco and necessitated the lie.

�� And that
meant Granger and Weasley were unlikely to know anything about the Long-Desired
bond.

�� Draco made
a swift decision. If it was the wrong one, he could always use his thrall on
Granger and command her to forget what had passed between them. The chances
that she would be immune to it, as Harry was, were small.

�� I�m from
another nest,� he told her. �One that Harry destroyed before he destroyed the
last one�which he did only with my help, by the way. And I hunted with him, and
I�m waiting for him to acknowledge me, because he�s my Long-Desired.�

�� Granger
assumed an intense listening stance, and her heartbeat increased. �What�s that?
I haven�t heard of them.�

�� A wizard
whose blood and magic are exactly to my taste,� Draco said. Granger made a
small movement towards her wand. Draco laughed and flicked out his tongue to
brush her throat, reminding her exactly who was in charge here. �I don�t intend
to eat him up, Granger. I want to
have him by my side, to wield his magic�which I can only do if he gives me permission
to bite him, as he has several times now��

�� Harry
would never do that.� Granger�s voice
was growing shrill.

�� Come now,�
Draco said with some disapproval. �I can�t believe it�s escaped your notice,
observant as you are, that he wears a glamour on his
neck to disguise the puncture wounds.�

�� Granger was
silent for long moments. Then she said, �He let you bite him. Why?�

�� Because without his magic, we wouldn�t have escaped the master
vampires who were trying to kill us.� Draco yawned and let his left fang
rasp on her collarbone. �He was wise enough to see that it was in the interests
of our survival. But the last master vampire we destroyed, the Collector, had a
Long-Desired, too. She convinced Harry, as she was dying, that she had
controlled that woman�s mind and that the Long-Desired bond is solely a leash
for a master to hold a slave on. Harry went mad and refused to let me near
him.�

�� Granger
muttered, �It sounds as if you love him. And one thing I know well enough is
that vampires can�t love.�

�� Not
ordinarily,� Draco agreed. �But the tie between Long-Desired and vampire is
different. And if I can�t offer him love, I offer him the next best thing. Sanity. He�s lost his, Granger, and you know it. I have an
interest in preserving his life, which means that I intend to end his obsession
with hunting. One way or the other.�

�� How do I
know that won�t involve killing him?�

�� He dies
and my perfect source of blood dies.� Draco paused, and then decided it could
be a diplomatic move to let some of the honest longing he felt fill his voice.
�And I want him, Granger. He�s meant to be at my side. He�ll derive enough
benefit from his part of the bargain, don�t worry�not only power, but pleasure
at my hands. The link between us is already taking hold, or he would have
killed me. He�s tried,� he added, thinking of that moment in the Collector�s
tower when Harry had flung a Blasting Curse at him. �I�m his best chance to
have something to think about besides the murder of Ginny Weasley. Did you know
that he had to slay her to make sure she wouldn�t rise again as a vampire? That
takes enormous courage, but it twisted something in him. I want to undo the
twisting.�

�� Granger
stood still longer than Draco had thought a mortal could. Then she said, �I
need to think.�

�� Draco
leaped back, out of cursing range, and bowed to her as she spun around and
stared at him in shock. �Ask him about the Collector,� he said. �And Caspar, my old master. And the Long-Desired.
Mentioning that word around him might evoke the strongest reaction.�

�� I�ll do
exactly as I want, Malfoy,� Granger said haughtily, but her scent told of her
interest and her determination.

�� Draco
smiled and sprang into the darkness, more hopeful than he had been in many
nights.

�� Thalia was right. The Long-Desired is meant to be
with his vampire. Something will always happen to make sure the bond gets its
chance.
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