Harry\'s Addiction

Harry’s Addiction
Chapter: 7
Rated: R

Author Note: I took Latin for four years and I still can’t write in it because of all those endings and trust me there are over 30 of them and I still don’t get it. But I can translate Latin into English. How do I know? I got at A on my Latin doing just that.

Yeah..This is unbeta version, so there are probably going to be some mistakes. I\'ll probably edit this chapter when I get the beta version back :)

Now on to the story..

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

\"He found out from his father that Antigua’s were the cousins of Vampires. The only difference being that they didn’t need to drink the blood of others to survive and their rage was(is) unmatched.\"

Infirmary:

The light of the moon shone brightly into the infirmary. The happy spell that Professor McGonagall had cast had worn off hours ago. Madame Pomphrey had checked up on her two occupants thirty minutes ago and left them to sleep in peace. As soon as she had closed the door Harry had awoken, his green eyes glancing around the room. His eyes found what they were looking for and he watched Draco while he slept. He studied his mate for a while before removing the cloth bandage that was wrapped around his head. Thanks to his Antiguan blood he was able to heal faster than ordinary. Harry swung his legs around and placed his feet silently on the floor. He was thankful that Pomphrey hadn’t but him in hospital garb. His nose crinkled in disgust at the thought. Harry feeling the heat of the room took of his black turtleneck. He threw the shirt on the now empty hospital bed and began to walk over to his mate. His green eyes grew darker as he climbed on top of his mate. Harry bent down and began to sniff Draco inhaling his sweet scent. He noticed that Draco’s shirt had long been discarded due to the cloth bandages wrapped around his stomach.

He could still remember the smell of Draco’s blood and even though he was in a pain of his own he wasn’t revolted by it. The blood enticed him with its sweet aroma and he felt hungry for it. If it weren’t for his mate’s ear shattering scream he would have tasted the sweet liquid. But now, there was nothing that could stop him from the primal urge that clawed itself to the forefront of his mind. Draco’s mind, body, and soul were his possessions and that also included Draco’s blood. Harry began to sniff around the bandages and snorted. Amber coloring began to flow into his green eyes until it had overpowered and covered the green cornea completely. His canines grew into sharp fangs as he began to tear away at the bandages. His head shot up when his Draco shifted but the slow breathing of his mate assured Harry that he was still asleep. When Harry had chewed through all the bandages he glared at the unmarred skin. “Somebody has been healing themself” thought Harry. He began to sniff around Draco’s stomach and began to move upward looking for the best way to taste the ambrosia that was Draco.

Albus Dumbledore’s Office:

“Harry has been acting strange Professor. Would it have anything to do with You-Know-Who?” asked Hermione. The headmaster in question stared gravely at the two students before him. Both Ron and Hermione had worried expressions on their faces. “I believe that you both need to sit down before you hear this” said Albus. The two students looked at each before taking a seat in front of the headmaster’s desk. “The Harry that you once knew isn’t here anymore. He has been replaced with a Harry that has come into his inheritance” said Albus. “What do you mean Professor?” asked Ron. “Harry is a rare species of Antigua. His kind is the Strages Sanguinantis” said Albus. “That means bloodthirsty carnage in Latin professor” said Hermione. Ron visibly gulped and stared that headmaster with widened eyes. “Is Harry going to be okay?” asked Ron. “Yes and that’s why I’m glad that you two have come to me. Harry has found his mate and that poses a problem” said Albus. “But Professor, I have read about Antigua’s and when they find their mate they calm down a considerably large amount” said Hermione.

“That is correct Miss Granger in cases of normal Antigua’s but as I just told you, Harry isn’t a normal Antigua” said Albus. “How will he act Professor?” asked Ron. “Harry will be calmed down a bit but the protectiveness he has for his mate will cause him to be more alert and more aggressive to anything that shows potential harm to his mate” said Albus. “I don’t understand” said Hermione. Albus took out his wand and tapped it on the desk. A black book with a bold silver title appeared on the desk. “This is for you both to read so that you can have a better understanding of what Harry is” said Albus. Hermione reached for the book and grasped it in her hand. “Antigua: Strages Sanguinantis” said Hermione aloud. “Remember that you Harry you know is gone and I beg of you not to provoke him. I am making you two responsible for keeping an eye on him and his mate” said Albus. “By the way Professor, who is Harry’s mate?” asked Ron. “Due to unforeseen circumstances that happened tonight it has come to make attention that his mate is none other than Draco Malfoy” replied Albus.

Infirmary:

Draco awoke to find amber eyes gazing into his confused silver ones. “Harry?” he whispered. The reply that was given to his question was a low growl as the Antigua continued his sniffing. “Dammit Harry! Answer me!” demanded Draco. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. He wasn’t going to do this whole burning hole in the stomach thing for the rest of his life. Harry glared at his mate and sucked his teeth. “What can I do for you Draco?” asked the Antigua icily. The coldness of the remark sent shivers down Draco’s spine. “As much as I love the smell of hospital linens. I don’t appreciate being a dragged to the hospital wing because of your anger and its consequences,” said Draco angrily. “Then don’t make me angry Majica” growled Harry before he continued his sniffing. His sniffing stopped once he found the side of Draco’s neck. Harry licked his lips in anticipation.

Draco knew that Majica was a fancy Antigua word for mate. He was pissed at the fact that Harry didn’t care what happened to him and the confound sniffing was bothering him. Well, until it stopped. “Harry?” asked the blonde and before he could react he felt a small sharp pain pierce his neck. Draco was ready to scream out when I hand roughly covered his mouth. Draco’s eyes widened and he was about to struggle when he felt the most pleasurable sensation overcome him. He let out a moan against the hand and shifted into more comfortable position under his mate. He felt Harry’s hand move away and the pleasurable sensation stopped. “Your blood is mine Majica” said Harry before he captured Draco’s lips.