Love you to death

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Harry Potter stood alone on platform nine and ¾ and cursed himself and everything he could think of around him soundly. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have deceived himself so completely as to think that he really had control?

It wasn’t as though they hadn’t warned him. They most definitely had.

From almost the very moment that members of the order had burst in on a group of Voldermort’s vampire minions to rescue the boy who lived, only to discover that he was now the boy who died yet lived again; they had told him exactly what he needed to know to survive and warned him that he should never, under any circumstances, ever tell anyone of his condition or feed from a pure blood wizard.

But of course, he was Harry Bloody Potter, so did anyone really expect that he would listen?

Not that he hadn’t tried. Harry always tried to follow the rules. Until they became inconvenient or he decided he knew better that is.

Snape had certainly done all he could to help, faithfully brewing the draught of crimson liqueur that Harry needed to keep from losing his mind and deteriorating into a blood frenzy. The potion also allowed Harry to wander around in daylight without bursting into flames. Extremely helpful that. Snape, being born a half vampire himself, had been surprisingly understanding and supportive of Harry’s new condition, and even he had gone to the trouble of warning the boy not to feed from a pureblood.

No, it wasn’t ignorance nor physical need that had pushed Harry over the brink and caused him to disobey the one rule that had been set in stone for him by the order and Dumbledore.

It was rage, pure and simple. Bloodlust he had learned to deal with, his temper though, still got the better of him.

Harry gnashed his teeth together, feeling his fangs begin to ache as he became more angry.

The fact that it was rage that had brought him to his knees where his dependence on blood could not was a source of shame to him even now.

Not that it was entirely his own fault, Harry told himself as he watched the Hogwarts express come to a stuttering halt in front of the platform with a huge billow of steam.

No, at the very least Malfoy was partly responsible, for Draco bloody Malfoy, his royal highness, Prince of Slytherin and all around annoying prat had been the one to push Harry over the edge.

Not that that was any huge shock. It was always Malfoy wasn’t it?

Harry had managed to endure months of taunting from Draco even after the change without losing his cool during the last school semester. As usual though, Malfoy wasn’t satisfied with just tormenting Harry and it had been when he had come upon Hermione standing stunned in the halls with tears rolling down her cheeks once again because of Malfoy’s vicious tongue that Harry had decided that the boy was going to pay.

Although Harry hadn’t known it, that moment had sealed both their fates.

Using his invisibility cloak Harry had had little trouble sneaking into the Slytherin common room. Then it was just a matter of slipping in behind Draco as he entered his private room and waiting until the blond slid underneath his covers and innocently went to sleep.

Dropping his cloak to the floor Harry had advanced on the slumbering boy with a predatory grin. Gently he used his new vampiric powers to push his way into Draco’s dreams and influence his mind to stay asleep while he moved into a crouch over him.

Pulling down the covers Draco had clutched to his chest Harry allowed his fangs to distend and his tongue came out to lick at suddenly very dry lips. He had to admit, Malfoy looked good like this.

The Slytherin was bare chested and slept in only pajama bottoms. For a moment Harry allowed himself the luxury of studying his enemies helpless form. Malfoy’s hair was loose and soft on his pillow and Harry decided that he liked it much better that way. Draco’s pale skin looked alabaster in the moon light and Harry found himself reaching out to touch the flat stomach before he could stop himself. Malfoy’s skin was cool and soft and Harry suddenly had a burning desire to taste it.

With one fingertip he followed the trail of blond fuzz from Draco’s navel down to the top of his sleep pants. The hunger was building relentlessly in him and Harry grabbed at the waist band and yanked them down quite roughly.

Draco moaned in his sleep but thanks to his vampire sleep spell, didn’t awaken.

Harry felt his mouth water as he gazed down at the soft blond fur surrounding the Slytherin’s bollocks and his soft, resting cock.

What the fuck? Harry thought in surprise. So much in surprise in fact that he almost abandoned his mission and fled right then. Almost.

Harry shook his head to clear it. It was just blood lust he was feeling. It had to be.

Slowly he pulled the bottoms the rest of the way down Malfoy’s long legs.

Enough of this dilly dallying, he hadn’t come here to ogle Malfoy. No, he had come here for revenge and he intended to have it.

Settling himself between Malfoy’s thighs Harry searched out and found the artery he was looking for.His tongue swiped over the tender vein a few times to numb the bite then with a feeling of self righteous satisfaction Harry sank his fangs into the sweet flesh.

The very second the first hot drop hit his tongue Harry knew that he had made a tremendous mistake. Malfoy’s blood hit his system like pure heroin.

Harry gave a strangled cry and tried to tear his mouth away from the seeping wound but it was too late. He no longer had any control over the situation and instead of pulling away he heard himself growling as he tore a larger portion of Draco’s thigh out with his teeth and latched his mouth onto the gash like he was starving.

Vaguely he was aware of a frightened whimper spilling from the Slytherin’s mouth. Apparently Draco’s dreams had just turned ugly.

Harry fought himself fiercely but it did little good as he gorged on the blood of his rival, swallowing the delicious salty fluid in great shuddering gulps. By the time he was able to restrain himself enough to rip his mouth free of the other boy, his belly was distended almost painfully and Draco was nearly drained to the point of death.

Harry stared in horror at what he had done. He wouldn’t have thought it possible for Draco to be any paler but now the boys face contained not even a speck of color. Malfoy lay limp like a broken doll upon the scarlet stained sheets, barely breathing. The gaping wound in his leg still oozing his life’s blood as Harry sat frozen in place.

This was not what he had wanted! Revenge yes, but he had never intended to kill the boy! Draco groaned and Harry snapped out of his stupor. Desperately he used his fangs to slash open the veins in his own wrist and then pressed the shaking appendage to Draco’s white bloodless lips.

For a moment nothing happened as the vampire’s blood dripped slowly into his enemies mouth. Harry found himself praying… please… please… please!!

Abruptly Draco’s eyes fluttered open. A low whine came from Malfoy’s throat and then he was grabbing at Harry’s arm and suckling greedily at the source of the warm blood flooding his mouth.

Harry allowed him to feed long enough to be sure the Slytherin would survive then yanked his wrist free from Malfoy’s clutching fingers. Draco yowled and immediately tried to follow but Harry held him down until he finally stopped struggling.

Harry found himself gazing down into confused gray eyes as Draco licked at his own blood smeared lips and stared back up at him. “What the fuck have you done to me Potter?” the Slytherin choked out.

Harry immediately forced his way back into the blond head and put his rival back to sleep. Using his wand he spelled everything clean and noticed to his relief that his vampire blood had already worked to heal the gaping wound in Draco’s leg.

He pulled up the boys pajama bottoms and obliviated the blond before he truly felt safe enough to leave.

Harry pulled on his cloak and then ran as fast and as far away from the Slytherin as he could get, not stopping until he finally collapsed panting in the Gryffindor common room. Luckily for him it was deserted at that time of night so there were no uncomfortable questions to answer.

Over and over he swore to himself that he would never touch his rival again, no matter how angry he might be.

Of course he was lying to himself, though it wasn’t anger that drove him to the Prince of Slytherin again and again. It was hunger and need that made him stumble to the dungeons like a man possessed to press his trembling lips to his enemies flesh and repeatedly glut himself, though after that first time he did have a little more control and never drained the Slytherin to such dangerous levels.

Over the course of the school year Harry had fed from the other boy dozens of times, and by the summer break he could no longer delude himself that it was only bloodlust that he felt when he cast his eyes upon Malfoy‘s pale flesh.

Finally Harry could deny himself no longer and when he had apparated directly into Draco’s bedroom at Malfoy Manor he was determined to take everything he wanted from his rival and consequences be damned.

Nothing had ever been sweeter that having Draco Malfoy’s blood trickling down his throat while he mercilessly rutted between the Slytherin's buttocks. Once again Harry had lost control to his lust, and once again he had found himself feeding his own blood to his beautiful enemy.

Afterwards Harry had fled the scene leaving a stunned and thoroughly debauched Draco behind. He hadn’t even had the presence of mind to obliviate his rival before leaving.

Harry was well aware of the fact that he only needed to share his blood with Malfoy once more to turn the boy.

Despite what popular cinema portrayed no one becomes a vampire from one bite, or even from a hundred bites unless the vampire shares blood with the victim at least three times. Unfortunately for Harry he had let his hunger get the better of him twice already and he knew how close he was to making Draco one of the undead.

That was the last thing he wanted. At least… that’s what he kept telling himself.

That knowledge hadn’t been enough to stop him from trying to attack Malfoy again though. No, he had indeed tried. He just hadn’t counted on the fact that Malfoy, being a pureblood, had access to bits of information that most wizards wouldn’t. When Harry had once again forced his way through the wards of Malfoy Manor and into Draco’s bedroom he had been greeted not by useless garlic or ineffective religious icons. No, instead he had been assailed by the pungent, choking scent of hundreds of white roses that were strewn everywhere in the room.

Gasping for breathe Harry had fallen to his knees, clawing at his throat as the cloying perfume of the flowers further invaded his already burning lungs. In only seconds he had been so weak that it was all he could manage just to apparate back out again with his tail tucked firmly between his legs.

Harry had spent the rest of his break in an agony of need. Not only was he denied the blood that had become such a feverish addiction for him, but now he also craved the Slytherin’s body with a near painful desire.

All in all it had been one of his more frustrating holidays, but he didn’t dare to try breaking into the manor again. He decided he would just have to wait and catch Draco later when they returned to Hogwarts, and in the meantime he would have to make due with the blood potion.

It was a poor substitute. Harry was ravenously hungry and horny as hell, but he was also wary. He didn’t want to have any more nasty surprises from Draco. Especially not when he was dealing with a Malfoy that was fully aware of what he was and what he had done. Draco was more dangerous now than he had ever been before.

Harry heard someone calling his name and looked up to find a smiling Ron and Hermione heading toward him on the platform, dragging their trunks behind them. Grabbing his own trunk by the handle he pulled it behind him and met them halfway, grinning as he got a hard slap on the back from Ron and a big hug from Hermione. It really was good to see his friends again. He had missed them.

Harry was still chatting and laughing with his friends when he noticed the long black Malfoy limousine silently gliding into the station.

Draco had arrived.

TBC?