Crimsion Kiss

Recap of Chapter 6

“He said ‘Min kostbar nøkkel’.” Hermione sighed. “I think it means ‘My precious key’.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure, Harry, but I think it may be a clue to what creature he is… Or which one you are.”

Chapter 7

“Silence!” Snape called as he walked into the Potions lab, turning to glare at his students when he reached the front. “I have no reason to believe that any of you deserve to be here, therefore, you must work even harder to prove yourself or I will have you removed from this class.” He took a moment and met Harry’s eyes. “As there are so few of you, we will start with a simple potion, which you will work in groups of three. I will allow you to pick only one person to work with, and if you need help, I will assign you a third member to assist.”

Harry and Ron sat towards the back, sitting next to Seamus, hoping to get paired with him. Once again wishing that their new House didn’t have to have morning classes alone.

After everyone had settled down, Snape looked up away from the bored where he was spelling the directions for the potion up. “It seems we have an extra student. Potter, Weasley, come work with Zabini and Malfoy.”

Harry groaned but grabbed his bag and sat next to Malfoy, right in front of Snape’s desk.

“Well, well, Potter. I guess we’ll be working together this year.” Malfoy sneered.

“Does that mean you won’t be tossing extra ingredients in while I’m not looking?”

Malfoy tossed back his head and laughed. “Fair enough, as long as you keep in mind that I demand perfection with everything I do.”

“Save the pick up lines for someone not Marked.” Harry said, trying not to grin when he heard a growl-type sound from Snape’s desk.

Malfoy paled and leaned in close. “Look, Potter, I’d really feel a lot better if you wouldn’t say things that could get me killed.”

“I’m joking, Malfoy.” Harry sighed. “I share a room with you now, I’m trying to be friendly. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Malfoy looked at him for a minute, then he nodded and started to unpack his things. “Blaise, why don’t you and Weasley go get what we don’t have.”

“Hey, now, Malfoy! You can’t just boss me around!”

“Ron!” Harry warned. “We need several ingredients, and it would be better if two people went.”

Ron didn’t look happy but he went with Zabini and didn’t say another word about it.

“Why are you talking and not working?” Snape growled from behind Harry.

Harry froze, gasping at the feel of Snape’s body against his back and warm breath on his ear.

“You know, Potter, I could do almost anything I wanted to you right now and all the students would see was me looking at your potion.”

Harry shivered but couldn’t stop himself from pressing back when a hand ran along his spin and down the curve of his ass. “Yes, sir.”

“Do get to work, Potter. I do so hate to take points from my own House.”

Harry couldn’t breath as Snape quickly left and had to hold the table to keep himself from falling.

“Relax, Potter, or you’ll pass out. Just breath.”

“Easy for you to say.” Harry mumbled as he watched Snape moved back to his desk.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” Ron asked as he and Zabini sat down the jars of ingredients. “What did you do to him, Malfoy?”

“Not me, Weasley.”

“Lay off, Ron. I just lost my balance for a minute.”

“You sure, Harry?”

“Yeah.” Harry smiled, sitting slowly in his seat. “Why don’t we get started?”

Ron gave him a look that clearly said ‘we’ll talk about this later’ and shook his head.

The first half of the brewing went smoothly, right up until it was time to add the chopped daisy roots, which Harry had minced instead.

Snape, who had been watching Harry, caught the mistake just as it was happening. He stood and screamed for the other students to leave as he ran to Harry’s side and knocked him to the floor, shielding him from the blast.

Ron, Malfoy and Zabini had also saw what was happening and had made sure all the students were outside.

“I think we should see if they’re okay.” Ron said.

“Yeah.” Malfoy opened the door slowly, coughing as a wave of smoke hit him. “Professor?” He called, walking to the front of the room. He waved his hand in front of his face, coughing again as the smoke got thicker around the cauldron. “Profes-!”

Malfoy stopped, Ron almost running into him as he looked at the floor.

Snape was lying on top of Harry, kissing him, and Harry was moaning.

Harry moaned into the hot mouth covering his own, his hips thrusting against an answering hardness. He tossed his head back, the lips moving down his neck and his shirt was ripped open. It was almost too much for him. His breath came out in short pants and came faster as a hand moved to cover his hard cover, palming it through his slacks. “Ahh! Please…” He gasped as Snape’s hand made it inside his clothing and was running a finger along the head of his cock. He looked into those eyes, noticing that not only were they pure black, but they seem to be cloudy and swirling. He looked into them as Snape lowered his head again and Harry eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt teeth sink into his neck.

Malfoy was shocked when he smelt the blood as Snape bit Potter, still grinding against him. It took a moment, in which he saw Ron was just as shocked as he was, before he called out to them again. “Professor?”

Snape seemed to snap out of it as he pulled back, his eyes clearing, and left the room before anyone could stop him.

Harry lay on the floor, his back still arching as he felt to cool dungeon air wash against his heated skin. Several drops of blood ran down his neck and his cock straining against his clothes. He moaned as he gripped the stone floor, his eyes shutting and turning his head so the bite was facing up.

Ron came back to himself them, wondering what was wrong with his best friend. “Harry, Harry?” He whispered desperately. “Come on, mate. Wake up.”

“Help me get him up, Weasley. He’ll be fine once he gets some sleep.”

Ron picked up Harry and put his arm around his shoulder so he could guide him. Walking out of the class after Malfoy, Ron saw that the corridor was empty, all but Zabini and Hermione.

“Is he alright?” She panted. “What happened?”

“Not here.” Malfoy whispered. “We need to get him to the dorm, and I need you to come with me to the Library, Granger.”

Hermione nodded, walking after Malfoy. “What is it we need in the Library?”

“I need to talk to you about Potter, but it’s better if you can study the information yourself. I got a pass to the Restricted Section before class today for my midterm project but I’m sure I can get another one later.”

“We were going to do that to.” Hermione said. “Get a pass mean, but Dumbledore forbid all Professors from giving us one. If we need a book, we have to tell a Professor and they will get it for us.”

Malfoy looked back at her. “Why would they do something like that?”

“I think it has to do with Harry’s creature. But I’m not sure. No one has been able to tell us anything about it.”

“My family has a list of all creatures, which is how I knew about the Weasley’s. I’ve never seen the Potter’s on there.”

“I don’t know but it has to be his father’s blood. His mother was a muggle born. I’ve never heard of muggle borns having creature blood.”

“They wouldn’t, not unless they were turned latter in life.”

“What creature’s do that?” Hermione asked as she watched Malfoy open the door to the Restricted Section and grab a book not far from the front.

“Well, Vampire’s for one.” Malfoy said as he handed her the book. “Now come on, we need to get out of here before someone finds us. I’d rather not have to explain why I have that book.”

---HPSS---

Ron was still watching Harry sleep when Malfoy and Hermione came into the Dorm.

“Blaise is going to wait outside and make sure no one comes in.” Malfoy said as he put up a silencing spell.

“What is that for?” Ron asked, pointing to the book.

“Page 729, Granger.” Malfoy said as he conjured a wet clothe and wiped Harry’s neck, frowning at the puncture wounds right over his previous Mark.

Hermione gasped when she saw the bloodied clothe but not the wound. She cleared her throat and started ready.

“ ‘The Vampire, one of the most deadly and oldest of Creatures, has evolved over time; adapting itself to retain its maximum life span. While these Creatures are feared, they are also some of the most gentle of beings, in terms of self-control.
While it is still unknown how exactly Vampires came to be, it is known that they are born as Vampires and have longer life spans. A basic diet of red meat and vegetables is most common, although the intake of human blood is required from a willing donor at least once every few weeks. The amount of blood, and how often it is taken, depends on the individual Vampires needs. They also have natural blood flow, giving them a natural life and death, but are cold to the touch. Despite rumors, Vampires can walk in daylight, but must be cautious of how long they are out. The teeth as well, can be hidden, and really are only shown when it is time to feed.
During the late 16th Century, Vampires were hunted for their skin. It was believed that Vampires carried with them the secret to eternal youth. Many wizards, and latter muggles, would skin a Vampire and make clothing from the pieces. While wizards had spells to detect to blood of a Vampire, muggles often accused their muggle enemies of being Night Walkers (see page 742) and would take over the victims land and money…’ ”

“Go ahead and skip to the next section.” Malfoy muttered, not wanting to hear more about why his kind hated muggles.

“ ‘Night Walkers started to show around the early 17th Century, as a rebellion against the muggle forces hunting Vampires. Night Walkers are the muggle counter parts to Vampires, drinking human blood at will and killing many of the people they once knew when they were living. Night Walkers are born from the Turning, a ritual preformed by Vampires to increase the number of their Clan, but are not Vampires. They cannot walk in the sun and suffer immense pain when on Hallowed ground. They were once believed to being Blessed by the Vampires, as the Turning stops physical aging and they must be killed (see page 746) for them to return to the Dead.
Where as Night Walkers cannot be born into their powers, they can feed during the act of intercourse, as feeding creates blood flow and allows for sexual satisfactions as long as there is blood coming into their body. The donor must be a Wizard, as muggles are unable to support the stress, but reproduction results with the child being born a true Vampire…’ ”

“That’s enough, Granger.” Malfoy said as he looked at the two then glanced at Harry still sleeping. “Do you understand what you just read?”

“Is that why you hate muggles and muggle borns?” Hermione asked with her head down, leaning a bit on Ron’s shoulder.

“Yes, but that isn’t my point in all this. I am a Vampire, my family, my Clan, has always been Vampires. Night Walkers aren’t that common these days, but sometimes, you do get one that has been pushed into a blood lust.” Malfoy sighed. “Snape’s father was a Night Walker who let his hunger get out of hand. He attacked a young girl and became addicted to her taste. He took her from her home and trapped her from ever returning. They had eventually had a child, but because Tobias was a Night Walker through Turing, and Eileen a Creature with several generations of history, Snape took on more of his mother’s characteristics. But like today, not even Snape can control the blood lust once he losses control. He Marked Potter the first time with his mothers Creature, today it was as a Vampire.”

“Does that mean Harry will become a Night Walker?” Ron asked, holding Hermione’s hand tight in his own.

“No, I don’t think Snape was ever told how to conduct a Turning. He only Marked him.”

“Malfoy.” Hermione whispered. “You said that there were creatures that could be turned from muggle, right? Was Harry’s mother a Night Walker?”

“No, a child of a Night Walker becomes a Vampire, and their name is put into The records of the Clans’. Potter isn’t on that list.”

“One thing I didn’t understand was that Harry couldn’t see his Mark.” Hermione said. “I know Ron can’t see it because his blood only effects the women in his family, but why doesn’t Harry?”

“There could be many things, Granger. Anything from the blood not effecting him to how polluted the blood is. But I think it’s something more then that.”

“What do you mean, Malfoy?” Ron growled as he looked at him, his eyes tearful.

“I think Potter’s blood magic has been bound.”

A/N: Sorry for the late update again. I had to take Vista off my computer and Put XP on because it kept deleting my programs, including Word.

But! Since I now have a working system back on my computer I will be updating twice a week! Every Monday and Thursday nights!!!