Love you to death

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Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor table in the great hall of Hogwarts between his two best friends, surrounded by his housemates and under the scrutiny of several professors not to mention Albus Dumbledore himself and it was still all he could do to keep from launching himself over the table, sprinting across the room and assaulting Draco Malfoy in more ways than one.

His need for the Prince of Slytherin was slowly driving him insane.

Harry had had to restrain himself to keep from attacking Malfoy in front of dozens of witnesses from the moment the blond had first stepped out of his limo and boarded the Hogwarts Express. Luckily on the train Malfoy had been surrounded by his fellow Slytherin’s and ensconced in his own compartment where Harry couldn’t see him. It was so much easier to control himself when Malfoy wasn’t in his sight.

He could see him now though, and the view was making Harry’s mouth water.

Malfoy’s skin was so pale it was practically translucent. Harry could actually see the juicy blue veins pulsing just beneath the surface. His stomach clenched as he fought to rein in his hunger.

Ron was trying to tell him something but he really wasn’t focusing on his friend. Pansy Parkinson leaned over to speak to Draco, placing her hand on his arm as she leaned in much too close to him. Harry choked on his pumpkin juice, spraying it everywhere. He heard himself growl. No one was allowed to touch what belonged to him!

He shook his head and desperately tried to ignore the Slytherin by paying attention to what was going on at his own table but he was failing miserably. He tried to eat but it all tasted like dust in his mouth. Malfoy was looking at him now and Harry silently prayed to the Gods for strength.

Apparently no one was listening. Harry’s fangs weren’t the only thing that he was longing to sink into Draco. His cock was hard as a rock and aching just from being in the same room with the boy.

Harry thought if he didn’t get what he needed soon, he might actually go mad. He managed to smile as he finally glanced up and allowed his eyes to meet Malfoy’s. Dumbledore had announced earlier that Draco was a prefect for Slytherin this year. That meant patrolling the dungeons at night. How nice.


From his place at Slytherin’s table, Draco Malfoy watched the boy who lived with a mystified expression.
He had been so positive after the attack that it had been Potter, but now….
Watching Harry as he talked with his friends and laughed at their stupid jokes, as he pushed those hideous glasses up his nose and stuffed his face with pie, Draco wasn’t nearly as sure.

Pansy leaned over to whisper that she would meet him later to discuss prefect duties and Draco nodded without really paying attention.

Harry snorted at something Weasley had said and spit pumpkin juice all over. Draco’s eyes narrowed as he studied the Gryffindor Golden boy. How could it be?

How could this speccy git of a stupid idiot be the same powerful being that had so effortlessly walked through the near impenetrable wards surrounding Malfoy Manor, and not only stolen his blood but taken him like a common whore in his own bed?

It didn’t seem possible.

Potter must have felt Draco’s eyes on him because he lifted his head, and for the first time since they were back, confused storm gray eyes met a chilling emerald green gaze across the great hall and Harry smiled at him.

Draco felt a shiver race up his spine.

Suddenly, it didn’t seem quite so impossible either.


Draco Malfoy finally managed to extract himself from the clinging presence of Pansy Parkinson and fairly stumbled to his own room in the Slytherin dungeons. As far as he could see that was one of the only real benefits to being a prefect. You no longer had to share a dorm with a bunch of slobs.

Draco looked around him and sighed. Not that it made much difference at the moment. He hadn’t had time to unpack anything yet and the room was a wreck.

It had been a long, stressful day but Draco knew he couldn’t just fall into bed. He walked over to his trunk and lifted the lid. There were some things he absolutely had to do before he went to sleep.

He pulled a beautifully carved rosewood box from the trunk and reverently carried it to his bed where he sat it down and opened it. Reaching inside Draco first pulled out the dried bunches of purple flowers that he then placed around every door and window leading into his room. The wolfbane was just an extra precaution but having it there made him feel more secure.

Returning to the box Draco picked out the white rose petals that his mother had allowed him to take from her garden. Liberally he sprinkled them all the way around his room. Next he took the thorny vines they had grown on and twined them around all four post of his bed.

He smiled grimly as he surveyed the room. It was probably a really good thing he had no roommate this year. They would have thought him insane.

Lastly he took from the box a black onyx amulet with peculiar markings that dangled from a gold chain and slipped it around his neck.

Finally, he felt safe enough to close his eyes. Grateful, he collapsed onto his mattress and was asleep in seconds.

Harry Potter had been prowling the deserted halls of Hogwarts like a caged beast for hours. He couldn’t sleep. His hunger was driving him to seek out Malfoy and feed but Harry knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that following Draco into the snakes den would be a mistake.

The memory of nearly asphyxiating when he barged into Draco’s room at the manor was still fresh in his mind and Harry had no desire for a repeat performance. It would be much better to wait and catch Malfoy out tomorrow night when he was on patrol. That’s what he kept telling himself repeatedly. So far it wasn’t doing much good though.

Logically, Harry knew that waiting was the thing to do. Unfortunately, at the moment his mind was having to take a back seat to his dick and the thirst raging throughout his body. Neither of which showed any patience, and so Harry prowled restlessly through the castle instead of sleeping.

Finally he found himself atop the astronomy tower standing in the moonlight. It really is beautiful up here at night, he thought wistfully. The stars were gorgeous in the cloudless sky.

Leaning back against one of the tower walls Harry took a deep breath as his mind strayed once again to Draco. His rival. His obsession. His lover?

God knows he wanted him. Harry unzipped his jeans and slipped his hand inside to stroke himself as he allowed his mind to wander back to the night he finally took what he needed.

He groaned and his eyes closed as images began to inundate his imagination. Harry pumped his fist and remembered.

(“Potter?” Draco murmured sleepily, husky voice barely a whisper. )

Gods Draco had been beautiful lying there!

("I can smell your fear…and your desire. You want me, Draco.”)

And the taste of him!

(Harry groaned aloud as a tiny sweet trickle of blood snaked into his mouth.)

Harry was breathing harshly, ass spanking the wall as other memories came alive in his mind.

("Hurt me." Draco softly whispered.)

Harry’s mouth was suddenly flooded with his own blood as his fangs tore into his bottom lip.

("Fuck me," Draco whispered through swollen bitten lips, shivering as he licked at his own blood. "Fuck my arse Potter.")

It was too much!

("Begging to be punished, aren’t you Draco? Are you going to scream when I take you?")

Too much!

("Spread your legs Malfoy, its time you knew your Master,")

Harry’s balls tightened and then he was throwing his head back and howling as his seed spilled into his clenching fist.

Panting harshly, Harry Potter slowly straightened and whispered a cleaning spell.

"Until tomorrow night Draco....."


Deep in the Slytherin dungeons a dreaming Draco Malfoy murmured “Harry.” in his sleep as he unconsciously spread his legs for his master.


TBC..