Where the wizards bite back

Title: Untitled (I just couldn’t think of one… sorry.)
Author/Artist: Barbarella
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me… much to my distress. So I would have to ask that no one try to sue me. There would really be no point to it anyway… I have nothing to give.
Warnings: Not to my knowledge.
Summary: Harry runs… Draco chases.
Archive?: Sure
Other notes from the author: This is a very short drabble that I wrote in about 30 minutes. I may write more someday… I’m still undecided about that.
Words: 384

I hope I did this right, I’ve never posted in one of these things before so if I did something wrong, somebody please tell me.


You'd think after five hundred years - give or take a decade, he'd grow weary of this game. He runs I chase him, he runs some more, I chase him some more. On and on it goes and has... for centuries. Not that I don't love the chase, I do... I'm a vampire, it's in my nature. Nevertheless running after the same prey over and over again does get tiring, even for the most devoted of my kind... even if the quarry is Harry Potter. I'm not exactly sure why he started this little game of his. I can vaguely recall in the blur that is my memory someone dying... yes that was it, a friend of his - a Weasley perhaps. No, that's not it, I personally exterminated that god forsaken line ages ago. Ah now I remember, it was the Granger girl. I honestly don't know why he was so upset about that, or why he still is. It was hardly *my* fault she was torn apart by a mob in Prague. All vampires know that is a risk we take, walking amongst the humans... but no, everything is always my fault. Even though I was technically supposed to be watching her at the time, and I suppose my shouting "The monster's over here, behind this shed. Come and get her" didn't exactly help matters. But what was I supposed to do anyway? I told him not to turn her. So what if she was dying? Humans do that, they're born, they live a miserable existence and then they die... it's the way of the world. Besides, she was getting a little too comfortable with my Harry. He was mine, I sought him out, I turned him, he was mine dammit, and she tried to take him away from me - and that... was unacceptable. So here I sit, on some dilapidating old stone wall waiting for my Harry to come out and play. He wasn't so easy to find this time, but find him I did... I always do. For this is the dance we play, he runs, I find him, he stays for a while and then the process starts all over. He's just a little angry at me still, it's ok... I can wait. I do have eternity after all.