A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter six

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ron, slight Harry/Ron/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/others

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Vampires, so there’s blood being mentioned; Slash; minor Het, and multi-partners.

Words: About 4,700

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters nor do I own anything from Dracula.

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It was ten o’clock; Harry was curled up in bed between Ron and Hermione. He hadn’t told them that he drank Tonks’ blood hours ago, and he didn’t think he should. For one, they’ll be upset that he bit someone else; second, they’d probably think he did it without her permission.

Tonks said yes, as far as Harry was concerned. The way she said please sounded like begging to him, and if it meant ‘please no’, Harry didn’t know. If it was, she should have been more specific with her request.

When he had finished with her, he had put her in the bedroom she was sharing with Hermione. Not that Hermione was using it often. He left her fast asleep, came back to his room, and gazed out the window, content. Hermione and Ron knocked on his door. He bade them entrance, and now here they were, lying together in bed. They were still awake, and were trying to figure out how to destroy the Horcrux they had in their possession. Hermione was paging lazily through a book, lying on her side; Harry was spooned behind her and Ron was behind him, head on his shoulder, blurting out whatever idea he had in his head.

“It has to be the venom,” Ron said. “Maybe we’ll need to lace something with venom, or some sort of poison, before thrusting it into the Horcrux.”

“This isn’t like the diary,” said Hermione. “It’s made out of a different material. I was thinking perhaps fire might do it.”

“Hermione, it shouldn’t matter if it’s not made from the same material,” Ron sighed, sounding impatient. “There’s a part of You-Know-Who’s soul in there, and we need to kill it.”

“And I can’t do the Killing Curse on it…” Harry began.

“Because you have to mean it,” Ron finished. “Yeah. But what if that’s all it takes? I mean if you really want to kill that part of You-Know-Who’s soul, you’d be able to, right?”

Harry shrugged, still unsure.

“I don’t know,” said Hermione. “Even if Harry could perform it, it’s illegal, and if anyone found out, Harry would get sent to Azkaban.”

“But no one would find out because Harry has to stay here in Grimmauld Place.”

“I won’t be staying here forever,” said Harry, furrowing his brows. “You can count on that.”

They were silent for a while.

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t dare put you in prison,” said Ron, breaking the silence, “because you wouldn’t be using the spell on an actual human being. You’d be using it on a part of some evil wizard’s soul. They can’t imprison you for that.”

“Ron, forget it,” said Hermione, annoyed. “Harry didn’t use the Killing Curse on the diary, therefore he doesn’t need to use it on the others!”

Ron sighed into Harry’s ear, and Harry felt his body heat up. “Yeah, you’re probably right, as usual.”

“Don’t be so glum,” said Hermione. “We’ll figure something out.”

“You will,” Ron murmured, and thankfully Hermione didn’t hear him. Ron turned around, and Harry immediately missed the feel of his face so close to his. After a moment, Harry turned around as well so that he was now spooned up against Ron’s backside.

“It’s all right, Ron, don’t worry about it,” he said into Ron’s ear. “You’ve come up with some pretty good ideas.” When Ron snorted dubiously, Harry said, “No, really! I especially liked your idea to have Grawp sit on it.”

Ron snickered. “Yeah, that was a good one, wasn’t it?”

Harry kissed the back of Ron’s neck. Ron shivered.

“Yeah,” said Harry, heavily with need. “A real good one…” Harry softly kissed along the side of Ron’s neck while gently caressing Ron’s hip.

“Er, Harry, I’m sorry,” said Ron, “but I don’t feel like… you know…”

Harry stopped kissing him and turned his head around to look at Ron’s face. “What?”

“What he’s trying to tell you, Harry, is that we’re still rather weak from the last time you took our blood,” said Hermione. “So, we’re not in the mood to be bitten.”

“I won’t bite you two,” said Harry, sounding desperate. “I promise. I just want to… you know,” he grinned.

“Snog?” said Ron, blushing slightly.

“Or do you wish to shag us?”

“Hermione!” said Ron, going redder.

“I was hoping for a shag, yeah,” said Harry. Funnily enough, saying it didn’t embarrass him as badly as it used to. Besides, watching Ron turn all sorts of shades of red was amusing.

“Sorry, Harry. Too tired to do that,” said Hermione.

“What do you mean you’re too tired?” Harry said, fangs gleaming.

“Ok, Harry, let’s put it another way: We—don’t—want—to! We’re not in the mood.”

“But I haven’t even had sex with you two yet!”

“Sorry, Harry,” Hermione repeated.

Harry looked back at Ron for reassurance, but Ron just shrugged and said, “Sorry, mate.”

Harry was steamed. He didn’t know why their refusal angered him so much, but it did. Frankly, he did feel somewhat hurt too.

“You know what? Fine! I’ll just go find someone else to shag, then.”

“Oh, Harry, don’t be like that,” said Hermione, turning around to put an arm around him. Harry grabbed her arm and flung it back at her in annoyance.

“I thought I could count on you two for anything, and here you’re denying me some satisfaction. If I can’t bite you tonight, I at least wanted to make love to you… both of you! But you just don’t care, and that’s fine. Perhaps I’ll go find someone else that would appreciate taking my virginity!”

“Harry!” they gasped.

“No, forget it!” Harry cried. “I had a feeling that I was nothing more than a third wheel in this!”

Before either of them could do or say anything, Harry transformed himself into a bat. They looked crestfallen as Harry flew away from them. He found a crack on the far side of the room that he had to really squeeze to get in, but he did it. They called after him, but Harry was so irritated he wasn’t paying attention.

After wriggling about in the cramped spaces between the walls, Harry finally found another hole in which to squeeze out of. He knew that it wasn’t the sitting room when he set off his sonar; it was another bedroom.

For a moment, Harry wondered if it was Ron or Hermione’s room, but then a different scent hit him and he knew right then that he wasn’t in one of their rooms. Curious, Harry gently glided down to the carpet quietly, and then transformed back into his human self.

He opened his mouth to gasp, but no sound came out.

He was in Draco Malfoy’s room.

Malfoy was sprawled on the bed, nearly naked. There were bulbs of garlic hanging around the head of Malfoy’s bed, two crosses sitting on both nightstands on either side, and a small vial of what Harry figured must be holy water hanging around Malfoy’s neck; the chain was connected to the cork. Quite ingenious, Harry thought.

He was actually beautiful, lying there; glowing where the moonlight hit him. The white-gold strands in Malfoy’s hair stood out even more, and a long, bright strip of light ran down the side of Malfoy’s graceful neck. Harry had to wipe a drop of drool from the end of his lip.

Harry was paying too much attention to that delicious neck that he failed to notice Malfoy waking up. The sound of Malfoy’s quiet, yet high-pitched girly scream finally shook Harry out of his stupor. He had been inching nearer and nearer to Malfoy as he tried to fight off the urge of just straddling Malfoy’s body and sinking his fangs into that luscious neck.

He had to give Malfoy credit, however, because instead of shouting hysterically or screaming at the top of his lungs, he fumbled with the vial of holy water on the chain while still trying to keep the blankets around his waist. It made Harry wonder if Malfoy really was naked under there.

Shaking his head in amusement, Harry leaned against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, arms folded over his chest.

“Having problems there, Malfoy?” he said with a smirk.

“I had a feeling you’d try something like this, so I was ready!” Malfoy sneered. He quickly tied the bed sheet around his waist and then raised the open vial of holy water up as if to keep Harry at bay as he blindly searched for one of the crosses on a nightstand. Harry stayed where he was, on the verge of laughing.

When Malfoy’s hand finally found the cross, he whipped it out in front of him and thrust it back and forth madly at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped forward. “Have any good dreams lately?” he said softly.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. “Why? Have you been trying to invade my dreams or something, Potter? That’s not very courteous of you.”

Harry gently nibbled at his bottom lip with his front teeth. Were vampires able to do that? Harry didn’t think so. But, whatever Malfoy didn’t know was Harry’s advantage. He decided to just grin wickedly at Malfoy and make it look as if he really were trying to see into Malfoy’s dreams.

“Why, Malfoy, whatever makes you think I’d do something as rude as that?”

“Because you’re an evil monster, Potter,” snarled Malfoy. “All you care about is taking control of your victims’ minds and sucking out their blood.”

Harry stepped closer. “Malfoy, have you even read about vampires?”

“Of course I have!” Malfoy huffed. Harry doubted it since all the signs pointed to him having a soul.

“Is that so?” he said, deciding to play around with Malfoy’s head for a bit. It was rather fun. “Then why is the garlic not warding me off?”

At this, Malfoy looked unnerved. He glanced around at the garlic bulbs behind him, and then looked back at Harry.

“Er, because… because… they must be defective!”

“How can garlic be defective?” said Harry. He was only about a foot away. Malfoy was half knealing, half sitting up in bed, bed sheet dangerously slipping off his body.

“It-it can,” stuttered Malfoy, determined not to let Harry get the best of him. “Are you afraid of this?” he said, shoving the cross at Harry.

Harry raised a brow and stepped even closer, the cross now touching his chest. “Should I be?”

When Malfoy noticed that the cross was having no effect, he stumbled backwards and almost fell off the bed. Harry moved so fast that Malfoy didn’t even see him, and suddenly there were powerful arms holding him up. Potter had caught him.

“No!” Malfoy whimpered. He tried to shrink away from Harry, but only succeeding in burying deeper into Harry’s arms.

Harry tightened his hold around Malfoy. He nearly laughed at the expression on Malfoy’s face. “Don’t worry about a thing,” he said in a low tone. “I won’t kill you, no matter how annoying you are.”

“Bugger off!” Malfoy screamed and threw holy water into Harry’s face.

Harry didn’t move. He still held Malfoy tightly in his arms as he felt the water dripping down his face. When some droplets reached his lips, Harry darted out his tongue to lap them up. Malfoy’s eyes widened as he slowly realized that it wasn’t working.

“Let me give you a hint,” said Harry gravely. “Holy objects do not affect me. Neither does garlic.”

Malfoy shivered harder. “W-why?”

“Because I still have my soul,” said Harry. “I also still have my reflection and sunlight doesn’t kill me.”

The Adam’s apple in Malfoy’s throat bobbed, and Harry couldn’t help watching it.

“I-if you bite me, Potter, my father will hear about this!”

Harry knew that Malfoy was just being desperate, but he really had no say in what Harry could or couldn’t do. For one, Lucius Malfoy was still in Azkaban, and two: he’d kill Lucius before Lucius could even raise his wand.

“That doesn’t concern me,” said Harry stoically.

Malfoy’s face looked even paler and he trembled harder in Harry’s arms.

“I’ll pay you to leave me alone!” Malfoy blurted.

Harry smirked, highly amused. “What?”

Malfoy tried to struggle again, but it was in vain. “I promise you loads of galleons if you don’t bite me!”

Harry quickly cast a silencing spell around the room and wrestled Malfoy back onto the bed. It was no hard feat, however, and soon Harry was pressing Malfoy into the mattress, Malfoy’s hands up above his head. The sheet around Malfoy’s waist was sliding off.

“I don’t need your money, Malfoy,” said Harry, still speaking in a low, soft voice. “I have plenty of my own.”

Malfoy turned his head away, pulse beating hard and fast under his skin. Harry licked his fangs in anticipation.

“Take anything you want, then,” said Malfoy, sounding as if he were on the verge of tears. “Please… just don’t bite me…”

Harry lowered his face down to Malfoy’s neck and inhaled deeply. Malfoy smelled more arousing than anyone he’d ever smelled before. Harry vaguely wondered what that meant.

“I won’t Turn you, Malfoy,” said Harry. “No one deserves that.”

Malfoy seemed to relax a bit more under him. But when Harry made a long, wet swipe of his tongue up Malfoy’s neck, Malfoy tensed again. Harry’s fangs vibrated more intensely than ever before.

“Please, Potter,” sobbed Malfoy, shaking uncontrollable now. “Please, don’t…”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he quelled the monster inside. No matter how badly he wanted Malfoy’s blood, Harry just couldn’t do it. It seemed that human tears were one of Harry’s weaknesses. He didn’t have it in him to bite someone while they were crying and begging like that. It must be my soul, Harry realized.

After contemplating about it in his head, Harry came to a decision. He won’t bite Malfoy; he’ll just shag him.

“Anything I want?” he whispered into Malfoy’s ear.

“Yes,” sniffed Malfoy. “Anything.”

“Good,” said Harry, nuzzling the side of his face against Malfoy’s. “I want your arse.”

To Harry’s surprise, Malfoy yielded. Moaning, Malfoy allowed Harry to yank the sheet off him completely. He really was naked under it. He was also hard and poking Harry in the stomach. With a flick of a wrist, Harry was also naked. Their cocks met and Malfoy moaned louder; Harry sucked in his breath. The feel of another person’s cock against his was indescribable. But Harry had more control over himself than Malfoy did, who was thrusting upward against him frantically, whimpering in heat.

“Slow down,” said Harry. “Or you’ll make me come sooner than I want, and you don’t want to anger me.”

Malfoy obeyed, but it seemed to take all his willpower to do so. Malfoy’s hips jerked once in a while, spontaneously. Harry pulled Malfoy’s legs apart to settle between them, his cock leaving a wet trail down Malfoy’s. Malfoy gripped Harry’s shoulders and tried to tell Harry without words to go ahead and take him. Harry had no problem with that.

Harry magicked up a globule of lubrication onto his fingers and pushed it into Malfoy’s arse. Malfoy whined and moved against those fingers, cheeks pink.

“Just do it, Potter…” Malfoy moaned.

Harry’s brow rose. “Oh? Don’t you want me to get you prepared?”

Malfoy’s chest heaved faster every time Harry’s fingers moved in and out his body.

“Do it,” Malfoy snarled. It sounded almost like he was trying to take control. Harry laughed.

“I might hurt you if I just take you…”

“Damn it, Potter,” Malfoy sneered. “Just give me your cock! It’s not the first time I’ve…” he immediately clammed up.

Harry stared, fingers going still. “What?” he said, feeling his anger begin to boil.

Malfoy seemed to be debating with himself whether to tell Harry or not, but then his face looked more determined and he said, “It’s not my first time, so just do it.”

Harry yanked Malfoy’s legs up harder than necessary, and Malfoy cried out in pain.

“Someone had you before me?” he growled.

Malfoy laughed softly, almost amused. “Why, Potter, are you jealous? How sweet.”

Harry’s grip around Malfoy’s ankles tightened and Malfoy gasped.

“I’m about to give you my virginity, and I come to find that you’ve already given someone else your’s?”

Malfoy had the gall to smirk at him. “Funny old world, isn’t it?”

Harry roughly pushed Malfoy’s feet up above Malfoy’s shoulders, pinning them to the pillow. That stopped Malfoy from smirking, he thought with sadistic glee. Although it did, Malfoy unexpectedly moaned when he did it, catching Harry off guard. Harry rubbed his cock over Malfoy’s before moving further down. The slick head pressed against Malfoy’s hole. He could feel Malfoy’s heart beating against his chest as well as a steady drumming rhythm on his cock.

“Who was it, Malfoy?” Harry snapped.

“Who was what?” said Malfoy, still trying to be haughty but failed.

“Who took your virginity?” Harry snarled.

Malfoy turned his head away, gulping nervously. Harry couldn’t help ogling that pale throat.

“Why do you care?” Malfoy said finally. “It’s not like we’re going steady or anything. We’re just fucking.”

“JUST…” Harry started to roar, but immediately composed himself and lowered his voice. “Just fucking? Is that all this is to you?”

“Well, no,” said Malfoy. “There is the fact that you were about to bite me and I didn’t want you to, so I’m letting you do this instead. ‘S a fair trade, don’t you think?”

Harry ground his molars in irritation. But why did this irritate him so much? He didn’t feel this jealous when Ron and Hermione wouldn’t let him shag them. The thought of them shagging didn’t make him feel at all jealous. Well, not jealous… maybe a little envious.

So why was Malfoy of all people making him feel this way? Perhaps it’s because you’re about to give your virginity to him, he thought. That had to be it. Why else would he be this way with the snarky little git?

“Potter,” Malfoy whined, “are you just going to loom ominously over me or will you be sticking that large thing between your legs inside my arse?”

Harry started, staring at Malfoy. “My what?”

“You heard me, Potter,” said Malfoy, face going red.

“Did you just call my cock a… a large thing?”

Malfoy didn’t answer, but his face became redder.

Harry’s face split into a wide grin. “You think I’m well-hung.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” growled Malfoy.

Harry’s grip on Malfoy’s ankles tightened again, and Malfoy winced.

“Don’t get pushy, Malfoy. I’m in charge here. Either I fuck you my way or I bite you. It’s your decision.”

Malfoy shook his head, but Harry wasn’t sure why he was. Finally he said, “Ok, but do it already…”

Harry barely touched his nose and lips to Malfoy’s cheek, and he could feel the very tiny hairs on Malfoy’s soft skin. Malfoy tensed when Harry spoke, keeping his face so close, as if he were going to kiss there.

“Malfoy. You smell so good…” Harry gently licked Malfoy’s cheek. Malfoy tensed further. “I don’t know if I could just fuck you…”

“Potter, don’t…”

Malfoy’s voice died away as Harry pushed the head of his cock through Malfoy’s tight hole. Harry wasn’t sure what one considered big in cock sizes, but Malfoy’s arse was stretching wide enough to make Malfoy cringe and produce half-crying, half-groaning noises.

Harry licked Malfoy’s cheek again. “Feel good?”

Malfoy let out a soft keen, tossing his head back. That long, pale throat was again exposed to Harry and less than an inch away. He couldn’t stop himself from licking up and down that beautiful neck. Malfoy went taut again when Harry licked him, but then shuddered and gasped when Harry slid the rest of his length inside. Harry wasn’t as big as Malfoy’s first lover, but he was very close.

Harry let up on Malfoy’s legs a little so he could get better leverage, and carefully began to move. Malfoy’s grip on his biceps was strong and his mouth hadn’t closed since the first moan he made. Harry kept at an even pace, watching Malfoy’s face in amusement and burning hunger. He wanted to bite Malfoy so bad it was almost painful. It was nearly as painful as having blue balls.

“P-Potter…” Malfoy whimpered, his nails poking into Harry’s skin. “Fuck, you’re… good…”

“Only on instinct, Malfoy,” said Harry. He tried not to be too pleased with himself. Angling his cock differently, Malfoy cried out shrilly while banging his head against the pillow. He must have found the right spot.

Harry moved back a little so that Malfoy wasn’t so bent in half and placed Malfoy’s calves onto his shoulders. Then he stretched Malfoy’s body tightly as he sat on his heels and made short, quick jabs upward. It made the walls around Harry’s cock tighter and made Malfoy scream louder.

Surprisingly, Malfoy still had the energy to talk.

“Does more… strength . . . Fuck! . . . mean more stamina?”

Good question, Harry thought. He never thought that he’d be losing his virginity this way. He always thought he would be, well... alive, heart beating hard in his chest. Although, he sure as hell seemed alive, especially when he still had his soul. But, no, technically he was undead.

He flipped Malfoy over suddenly, making his lover shriek in surprise. Damn, it was a good thing he remembered to put up that silencing spell when he did. Malfoy’s cries and moans would have woken the whole house. He decided to ponder on his own abilities later and just continue fucking Malfoy’s arse raw.

Malfoy screamed and arched his body up more, face smashed into the pillow and legs spread wide. Harry hiked up Malfoy’s ass and raked his nails from Malfoy’s shoulders to the top of his arse cheeks again and again. Overcome with what Harry was doing, Malfoy screamed as he found climax, spilling all over his own stomach and the mattress below.

“My, my, you come quickly,” teased Harry, still thrusting in and out of Malfoy’s stretched hole.

“Piss off,” Malfoy said half-heartedly, face half hidden in the pillow. There was sweat glistening on Malfoy’s forehead, making his usually tidy blond hair stick to it, and other strands were fanned awkwardly around him.

That didn’t deter Harry from his fucking. He kept a firm hold on Malfoy’s arse and rocked the bed with every fierce thrust. Malfoy cried out.

“Not finished with you yet, Malfoy.”

.-.

When Harry was finally done, he was so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open (sort of a cat nap, but still awake) while Malfoy slept. Harry didn’t even have the energy to move out of Malfoy’s bed and into his own, so he just laid there, eyes closed and body weary from making Malfoy come three times (and Harry still kept going!). Malfoy had fallen asleep with his back to Harry, but minutes later Malfoy had turned and wrapped an arm and a leg around Harry’s body. Malfoy was asleep at the time when he did it, and Harry wondered if Malfoy would have done that if he were awake.

Sleep did help replenish some of his energy, but Harry knew just what he needed to be at his best: human blood.

That stayed on Harry’s mind for the rest of the morning and was still present in his mind when he heard knocking in the hallway. Whoever the person was, they were knocking on another door. Somewhere in Harry’s mind, he had a feeling that it was possibly because breakfast was ready or Ron and Hermione were looking for him and tried their own bedrooms first, since they probably slept in Harry’s bed.

That didn’t annoy Harry as much as he thought. They had their chance to have Harry first and lost it. Now they could come in and find him in Malfoy’s bed, naked, and Harry would laugh at their stunned faces and tell them that they should have taken up his offer in the first place, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone looking for sex elsewhere.

But to Harry’s surprise, it wasn’t Ron or Hermione knocking on the doors in the hallway. The person finally knocked on Malfoy’s door and said, “You in there, Harry?”

It was Remus. Harry sighed in annoyance and slowly sat up. For a moment Harry pondered about putting on some clothes, but then dismissed the idea. Let the old wolf see him in all his naked glory. Besides, what did he have to hide? Malfoy told him last night that he was well-hung. He hoped it wasn’t just Malfoy’s imagination.

But when he threw open the door, with nothing on, it wasn’t just Remus that was on the other side. Standing right behind Remus, glowering over Remus’s shoulder, was none other than Severus Snape.

Harry stood stock still, not sure if he should be embarrassed. It was decided for him when he noticed that Snape was very red in the face. The shyness fled Harry and he leaned casually against the door and stared at them, unwavering.

“H-Harry,” stammered Remus. “Put some clothes on!”

“I didn’t know Snape was here,” said Harry. “I thought it was just you.”

“So you answered the door in the nude?” Remus said, voice cracking in places. Harry noticed that Remus’s cheeks were bright pink.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, sure. We’re close, right?”

Remus sucked in his bottom lip, and it made Harry smile.

“You two sound cozy,” said Snape, leering at them both.

“Not like that,” said Remus, face slowly growing redder by the second.

Harry pretended to be annoyed by Remus’s answer. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around Remus’s neck in a very loving and gentle manner, and then surprised the hell out of Remus by giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t tell Snape about us?” Harry grinned. Remus opened and closed his mouth. Well, what do you know; he made Remus speechless.

“Potter…” Snape started, looking ready to give Harry a good talking to when a noise from behind Harry (and the door) drew his attention. “Wait, this is Draco’s room.”

“Oh, well spotted, Snape,” said Harry sarcastically.

Snape swiftly pushed his way around Remus and Harry into the bedroom. There was Malfoy, lying on the bed, sheet barely covering him up, asleep.

Snape rounded on them, furious.

“DIDN’T I TELL YOU, LUPIN?” he shouted. “NOT A HAIR WAS TO BE HARMED ON HIS HEAD! Now YOU will pay as well as Potter!”

Draco chose that time to wake up. He blinked sleepy-eyed for a moment, and then sat up in bed, gathering the covers around him. “Sir?”

Snape turned his head at the sound of Malfoy’s small voice. When he saw that Malfoy was awake, he quickly went to Malfoy’s side. “Are you all right, Draco? Do you hurt anywhere?”

Malfoy winced when he shifted on the bed, and Snape took that as a bad sign. He shot up from where he was kneeling by the bed and drew his wand on Harry. Harry stood there, staring blankly at his old professor.

“I’M ENDING THIS RIGHT NOW, POTTER! YOU’LL NEVER BITE ANOTHER PERSON EVER AGAIN!”

Suddenly, Remus snapped out of his shock and sprinted toward Snape. “No, Severus, wait!”

Whatever Remus was asking Snape to wait about came a moment too late. Snape’s wand went flying into the air and landed across the room; Harry had used his supernatural strength to knock it out of his hands, and then Harry threw Snape down onto the floor with ease and pinned him there. Remus froze, unsure of what he should do.

“You have insulted me for the last time, Snape,” said Harry. “It’s time you got what is finally coming to you.”

“Harry, no!” shouted Remus. “Don’t!”

Malfoy was still curled up on the bed; sheet messily wrapped around his body. “Potter, no…”

But Harry wasn’t listening to them. He was too enraged to care, and cranky. He needed blood. Now. He craved it. Nothing or nobody was going to stand in his way this time.

He struck—sinking his long, sharp fangs into Snape’s neck.

TBC

Depending on things go with library hours, I MIGHT post the next chapter sooner than Friday next week! Summer classes don't start until June 4th, so there might be a week without a chapter posted. Just giving you fair warning. :)
I hope you're enjoying the fic so far! I'll be hard at work writing more this weekend, now that finals are done.