Blood Ties

A/N:Sorry for the lateness of this update. If it helps any, it is still Friday where I live. Thanks for all your kind words last chapter. They really gave me a much needed boost. 

Chapter 41

She found Draco in the kitchen. She was just in time to see Dobby disappear with a small pop. "All we have to do now is wait," he explained as he turned to her.

She nodded as she pressed herself against him. "It's done," she murmured softly. "Harry has my blood. So we'll be ready when the time comes."

She rubbed once more against the hard body of her mate, her skin tingling wherever it happened to make contact. She felt like she was ready to implode.

"Someone's feeling frisky," he commented with a sly smirk. "I bet you're not the only one either."

She laughed lightly. "Poor, Harry," she lamented lightly. "He wasn't really prepared for that. I told him that he would have to rub one out after. I don't think he believed me at the time."

His smirk broadened as his mouth dropped to her ear. "He's not the only one who needs to rub one out as you eloquently put it, is he?"

She shivered as his breath caressed her neck. "No," she breathed.

He laughed wickedly. Then they disappeared from the kitchen. They landed in the bedroom in a tangle of limbs on the bed. He'd vanished both of their clothing the moment that they landed. He went to work immediately, his head buried between her thighs.

All she could do was hang on for the ride. Her arousal was almost painful as she climbed higher and higher. She shattered as he bit her thigh, her climax exploding through her body. She wrapped her legs around him as they became one. She couldn't help but sigh. As much as she hated it in the beginning, she couldn't deny that they belonged together. She only felt whole only when they were connected like this.

She moaned as he thrust shallowly against her. "Tell me," he asked, his voice no more than a whisper. "Tell me, did you feel good when Potter was drinking from you?"

"Yes," she hissed as he exploited a particularly sensitive spot.

"Did it feel as good as when I drink from you?" he asked as he sat up further and played with her fleshy little bundle. She moaned as he rubbed back and forth, the whole time his hips plunged keeping rhythm with the movements of his fingers.

"No," she breathed. "No one feels as good as you. No one even compares."

He smiled. A real smile. Not his infamous smirk.

A smile.

He flipped them suddenly, so that now she was riding him. "Drink," he bid. "I can feel your hunger and your exhaustion.

She laid pliant against him and buried her face in his neck. That was one command that she didn't mind following. She inhaled leisurely, savoring his scent. He always smelled so bloody good. She licked his neck slowly and he groaned underneath her. She sank her fangs into him and savored his thick blood. There were no words to describe the way that it made her feel to drink his blood.

She moaned as he thrust up against her, his pelvis rubbing against her clit. She came apart not moments after he started. She couldn't withstand the onslaught of his body and his blood. She withdrew her teeth but stayed where she was, her face pressed against his chest. She couldn't deny what she was feeling any longer. She'd fallen in love with her child hood enemy.

End Note: Thoughts? I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. I plan to write all night and finish this story tonight. Wish me luck and I hope to see you Tuesday.