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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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9
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7,755
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40
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Snapey-poo
Just to let you know (so i won\'t get sued or anything like that) : None of these lovely characters are mine...sadly. If they were..*thinks of the possibilities*..No, I just like to borrow them for a while and make them do naughty things and bite each other. :D
on to the story..!
\"Gah! What\'s the point of playing you anyway? I always lose!\" Harry grumbled, sitting across from Ron in the Gryffindor common room, oddly deserted, playing a game of wizarding chess.
\"Well, yeah ... but you like playing, right? Even if you lose?\" Ron said timidly, looking up at Harry with sad blue eyes. Charlie Weasley, working with dragons, had been seriously injured and was in St Mungo\'s hospital recovering. Harry mentally cursed himself for inflicting the teensiest bit of insecurity on his best friend.
\"Of course. I can still beat \'Mione,\" Harry grinned when Ron smiled. Ron\'s knight crushed one of Harry\'s pawns and Harry burst out laughing at the violence of it. Ron looked up, startled. He smiled though, when Harry fell to the floor in a fit of giggles. Sometimes the Boy Who Lived could be very amusingly strange. And Ron liked it, because it was one of his friend\'s personality quirks that not many people saw. Hermione only knew Harry so much, not spending nights with him in the dorm when neither he nor Harry could sleep and would spend the time until everyone else woke up in the morning, just talking. Harry had admitted he was gay one night. Ron admitted to having a crush on Hermione, but being too shy to do anything about it. Harry had come up with a complex scheme to get Hermione\'s attention, and then forgotten it a few hours later.
There were, of course, things that Harry wouldn\'t talk about. His eyes would lower, and his lips would draw into a thin line. Once Ron had made the mistake of asking what it was like with Voldemort in his mind. Harry had mumbled something incoherently, went to bed, and avoided him for the next few days until Ron brought up a new un-Voldemort related subject. Things went on like it never happened. Another time, was when Hermione had asked Harry where he went every Friday night. He would slip out of Gryffindor tower, without his invisibility cloak, and would go to who knows where. Harry when asked this, had shut himself off, chewing on his bottom lip until a drop of blood was drawn. Hermione had apologized and they had made up.
But Ron didn\'t forget any of it.
\"Bloody hell, I have to go!\" Harry suddenly shouted, bringing Ron out of his own little world. Oh yes, it was Friday night. Harry gathered up his black cloak and put his hand to his chest, feeling for something before nodding to himself. Faintly smiling to Ron, he said, \"I won\'t be back for a while, as you know. Erm, keep the game somewhere ... we can finish it later?\"
Ron nodded, then leaned back into the folds and comfort of the plushy oversized chair. He didn\'t notice that Harry wasn\'t leaving, feeling suddenly very, very tired and at ease. He arched his neck in pleasure, pleasure coming from somewhere but not knowing where. He opened one eye to see Harry looming over him, not touching him, but close enough so Ron could feel Harry\'s breath - it was cold - on his neck and face. Why was Harry looking at him like that? A sudden jolt of pleasure made him cry out, arching his back and neck further, feeling Harry crawl onto him. No! Not Harry. This was wrong. No ... Harry licked his way across the bared neck before biting down, hard, drawing blood and a moan from the redhead. Why did it feel so good? Harry was hurting him, was touching him in a way best friends don\'t. And it felt good. No, it felt great.
Harry sucked on the puncture wounds in Ron\'s skin, smearing blood over his lips and tongue. He raised his head for a brief second - horror flashed over his features. Ron moaned and tried to bring Harry back to him, but Harry was stumbling away, licking his lips in lust, but walking away.
Ron huffed, and cuddled up with a pillow in the chair, falling asleep in mere seconds.
***
Harry walked silently to the dungeons. Fucking hell! What had he done? Ron would hate him for sure. \"FUCK!\" he shouted, kicking at a random stone wall. Oops. Right outside Snape\'s private chambers. Oh well, he had to talk to Snapey-poo anyway.
\"Open the fuck up,\" he said as he knocked frantically. Various curses and more curses greeted him as the door swung open to reveal Snape. Half dressed Snape. With - REMUS?!?! ... Harry would have fainted if not for the pressured situation he was in. He needed more blood and he neeeded it NOW.
\"I bit him,\" Harry said as he made his way into the chambers, taking note of Remus Lupin, his ex DADA professor\'s half dressed state. Not a bad body ... Harry\'s eyes began to glow a strange neon green. Snape noticed and punched Harry, hard. Harry groaned and dropped his head into his hands as he made himself comfortable on Snape\'s black couch.
\"Who did you bite, Harry?\" Snape asked. Remus gaped at his lover using Harry\'s name.Snape has sat down next to Harry, and placed a hand on the youths shoulder casually.
\"Erm,\" Harry looked warily to Remus. It\'s not as though he didn\'t trust his fathers old friend, he did with his life, but he wasn\'t sure he would handle it well. Wait, Remus was a werewolf ... and Harry had bitten Ron. He anguishedly dropped his head into his hands again and bit his lips until they bled, a past time of his that ended up in his lips being constantly chapped or red and full. The latter being something that one Viktor Krum had told him was \'zex-ee as ell\'. And had resulted in Viktor being thoroughly snogged later in the evening. Without using his powers, he might add happily.
\"I bit RON! I BIT RON!\" Harry\'s whisper turned into a shriek. He buried his head in Snape\'s shoulder, starting to cry. Snape shrugged at his boyfriend, standing across the room looking for all the world like a gold fish. A cute gold fish, however.
\"Two in one night,\" Snape said it like sour milk in his mouth.
\"Well I\'m SORRY but - wait, what do you mean \'TWO in one night\'?!\" Harry shouted. Snape sighed, and looked to Remus, indicating with his eyes to take a seat. Which the lycanthrope did, across the coffee table from both in a plushy black chair.
\"Did you think you were the only vampire at Hogwarts?\" Harry\'s eyes widened. \"You did! You have to be the only one, always, don\'t you?\" Snape\'s voice was laced with amusement and sarcasm. Harry was tightly coiled against his shoulder, and he brought his other arm behind to rub Harry\'s back. Harry leaned forward to allow more access.
\"Who\'s the other?\" he asked eagerly. Maybe - just maybe, it could be his mate. Which would be a relief, seeing as how in less than four months it would be his 16th birthday, where he would either die without his mate, or live on happily with him. And it had to be a \'he\'. Harry was disgusted by women in a sexual way. He could live with a woman ... but in any way other than friendship he would freak out and probably laugh or throw up. Something he was sure most women wouldn\'t appreciate, not that he cared.
\"Draco Malfoy,\" Snape said and watched in twisted amusement as Harry\'s facial expressions went from shock, to wonder, to lust and then to resignment. Harry was no longer tense, but limp and very strung out.
\"Oh. I need blood,\" Harry said weakly reminding Snape of his predicament. Well, there goes the chance for a mate. \"And a mate,\" he said under his breath as the potions master went to get a few vials of blood.
Snape turned around after hearing Harry\'s last comment. He looked at Remus, who was looking at Harry with concern.
\"You haven\'t found your mate yet?\" Remus asked gently, leaning in towards Harry as Severus handed a vial to the raven haired boy.
\"No,\" Harry whispered, his eyes filling with tears. The evening had been getting worse and worse. For the last month or so he\'d been getting anxious, looking for his mate at every opportunity. He had to be somewhere! A vampire\'s mate was not someone easily concealed. The vampire could go for years on end just wandering aimlessly, looking for their One. But when they turned 16, if they were changed before then, that is, they would die if they had not found their mate. And Harry was turned when he was 14, being aware of his predicament since then. He hadn\'t really thought about his situation fully until he started meeting Snape, the first time was about nine months ago. Snape had stumbled upon Harry about to bite a first year, he was so thirsty and in need he would have killed the poor girl.
Snape had stepped in, almost gotten bitten himself, and then had learned that Potter had more to him than anyone would think. Since then Snape had been steadily supplying blood for the young vampire. Harry never asked where he got it from. Snape never volunteered the information. Strictly business.
\"So, you haven\'t fancied a girl, at all?\" Remus asked, wanting to help. When Harry blushed, and Snape choked as he was laughing so hard, Remus arched an eyebrow.
\"Erm, I\'m gay,\" Harry said, looking everywhere but at Remus. Remus chuckled.
\"Harry, wouldn\'t that be a bit ... hypocritical if I disliked you for that?\" he chuckled further as Harry blushed deeper, consuming another vial of blood.
\"Aaah, thank you Snape. But ... what do I do about Ron?!?! He\'s going to hate me!\" Harry wailed. Snape lay a comforting hand on Harry\'s shoulder on his way past, he was getting anxious to be with Remus again - when Harry had burst in they had been in the middle of something, as the clothes strewn across the room would show. He sat on Remus\' lap, and looked at his lovers face. Then at Harry\'s sad, defeated one.
\"I\'m going to die ALONE, and my best friend is going to HATE ME! What could go wrong now?\" And to stay true to form, just then something worse did happen.
The door to the chambers slammed open, along with all the doors on everything. Harry thought that if there were windows, those would have slammed open along with everyting else.
And who stood in the doorway with blood on his lips? One Draco Malfoy, resident vampire and the Prince of Slytherin (aka, Slut of Slytherin). He looked around, eyes flashing, and caught on Harry.
\"Potter? What are you doing here?\" He took in his surroundings once more. \"Oh fuck, an orgy? Ewww!\" His nose wrinkled in disgust. Lupin wasn\'t so bad ... but Severus?! And for a moment he thought Potter might actually have taste.
\"ARGH no! Ewww!\" Harry exclaimed. \"Um,\" he looked to the older occupants. \"I mean ... \" Harry\'s skin was back to its normal pale coloring, rivalling that of the Malfoys. But then his skin flushed a light pink.
Snape looked at his godson, Draco, and wondered what the hell he\'d done now. He voiced this, and Draco answered him, \"I fucking bit him AGAIN! It wasn\'t enough! More blood NOW!!\" And with that, the Malfoy heir tore through the room in search of more blood, finding 3 empty vials on the coffee table, and one full, he took the full one into his hands.
\"Hey!\" Harry started to say, as Draco downed the blood. \"I wasn\'t done with that, you prick.\" Harry pouted.
Draco looked stunned for a moment, then retorted with the eloquent, \"Hunh?\" He stared at Potter, taking in the slight smear of blood across his lips, the pallor usually associated only with Blacks, Snapes, and Malfoys, and came to the conclusion of: \"You\'re a vampire.\"
\"Well, duh. You think?\" Harry rolled his eyes. \"Thanks to you, I need more blood and Snapey-poo is out! GAH! I am so not biting Ron again.\" Harry sat back and crossed his arms. Malfoy looked disturbingly beautiful with blood on his lips and a small trail dripping down his chin. His white ethereal skin and silvery blond hair stark in contrast to his black clothing.
\"Why not? Weasel\'s blood perfectly fine. He IS a pureblood, you dolt.\" Draco snarled, miffed that his blood - he and the Weasel were related - was being insulted. Harry rolled his eyes.
\"It\'s icky! Do you think you\'d like to suck your best friend?!\" Harry realised the double meaning in his words and blushed, \"I mean, erm, bite, erm ... yeah.\"
Draco smirked, as Draco was prone to do. \"Yeah, you\'re right. Blaise was kind of ... wrong. I mean, it was good, but ... icky.\" He stilled, wondering why Potter didn\'t just go to his mate. It was a common misconception that vampires couldn\'t feed off each other, when in fact vampire blood was better and stronger than human. \"Why not go to your girlfriend, Potter? I\'m sure she\'d be happy to have you at her neck.\"
\"GRR!\" Harry launched himself out of the chair and flattened Draco as he pinned the other boy to the floor. \"Why don\'t YOU go to your girlfriend and bite HER?!\" Draco was surprisingly comfortable to sit on, Harry found himself thinking as the blond was trying to move away. Vampires are very strong, and can have mental control over almost anything and anyone. But vampires can not control vampires, and can only use their physical strength to fight. Both Harry and Draco were physically matched, and so Draco could not gain the upper hand.
As Draco twisted and turned, Harry\'s eyes darkened while looking at the blond beneath him. Draco was pretty, beautiful, gorgeous. The thoughts filled his head even as he leant down and brushed his lips against the blonds. Draco stilled for a moment, feeling Harry\'s tongue licking Blaise\'s blood from his lips. He opened his mouth wanting to taste the blood he knew was in Harry\'s mouth. Draco and Harry collectively moaned at the tastes of one another, Harry and Draco sharing the last bits of Blaise\'s blood and the nameless supplier of the vials Snape supplied. Tongues battling for dominance, Harry ground his hips into the boy beneath him, meeting the others hardness with his own.
Snape and Remus, completely surprised by the turn of events, decided to wait a few minutes after quietly conversing. Maybe they could be mates? Harry could be Draco\'s One? Draco\'s birthday was in two weeks - thus the need for more blood. As the 16th birthday approaches, the vampire needs more blood to suplement its body while the Change is occuring. Including the growth of wings, more mind control and more and stronger powers.
Draco and Harry needed more blood, and Draco was determined it be from his ex-rival. He could feel and smell, and almost taste how sweet it would be. He moaned in anticipation. Harry knew that he had had more blood than the other, and so he bared his neck, licking his lips as he knew it would be incredible.
The blond licked a line over the slightly salty tasting skin, finding the best vein. His fangs detracted and he plunged them in, both boys moaning as the combined feel of blood and body was overwhelming. Harry moved his hips against Draco\'s in an increasing rhythm, moving with the sucking at his neck. Groaning and panting Draco licked the last drop he needed to fulfill him for th etime being, and gripped Harry\'s hair with both hands, bringing their mouths together to taste and touch and stimulate.
Draco lifted his hips against Harry\'s, and with a muffled shout, came in his black silk boxers. Harry, biting down on Draco\'s bottom lip and drawing blood, quickly sucked on it and came in the next instant, moaning \'Draco!\' and slumping over the blond. Neither boy moved, except for the erratic breathing coming from both.
Snape and Remus sat calmly in the same places as they were in when the entire ordeal. \"Well,\" Snape said loudly. \"That was ... interesting, to say the least, don\'t you think, Remmy?\" The blond head snapped up and collided with the brunette. Who growled and bit down on the already bleeding lip, not yet having his fill of blood.
\"Potter! We have an audience!\" Draco tried to wiggle away, not really wanting to, but doing so for the sake of what little dignity he may have left. Harry raised his head to look in the silver grey eyes. Emerald shot through with red, in the small bit of iris showing. Most of Potter\'s eyes were taken up by his pupils which had dilated so that it seemed like his eyes were entirely black. \"Oh fine, you git. Go on, but don\'t do anything TOO ... y\'know.\"
Harry bent back down and lapped at the small wounds he made on Draco\'s lip, squirming around looking for the best place to bite. It looked to be that Draco was anemic, and his veins were scarce. Growling, Harry tore off the robes and blue silk shirt Draco was wearing, to the protests of the one wearing them. Searching with his tongue, he found the perfect vein right next to Draco\'s left hip bone, and bit down. Draco moaned and bucked his hips, trying to get more of Harry, and give more to him.
\"SEVERUS GO AWAY AND HAVE LUPIN FUCK YOU WITH HIS WAND!\" Draco screamed as he noticed that both of the elder occupants in the room were staring at them, almost drooling. Severus smirked at Remus, stood up and grabbed the others hand, almost running to what Draco assumed was his bedroom. \"Oooh, Harry,\" he brought a hand to his mouth, and licked his fingers. Trailing them down his chest he played with his hard nipples, making himself moan and shift more towards Harry. Harry had taken off his own shirt, and was quickly taking off Draco\'s trousers.
Harry hissed something and kept hissing as Draco was now almost devoid of clothing. His boxers not hiding anything, and still being wet with cum. The sensation of wetness against his erection was anything but relieving, and he wanted Harry\'s mouth on him. He could only imagine what Potter\'s hot mouth would be like on his cock ... wet, hot and deliciously tight.
Harry was making his way over Draco\'s flat stomach, to the top of the fabric where he groaned and ripped them down Draco\'s legs, leaving him naked. He quickly brought his mouth down and licked a line up the rigid cock in front of him, hissing unintelligible words as he tasted the saltiness that was Draco. He moved so that the head of Draco\'s cock was in his throat, his nose pressed against the blond curls at the base of his cock. Draco moaned and grabbed fistfuls of hair, fucking Harry\'s mouth. Harry hummed around the length and swirled his tongue around the leaking tip. He wanted Draco\'s cum and he wanted it then, just as he wanted blood.
It wasn\'t known to many other than vampires and those close to them, but vampires could be sustained off of certain bodily fluids just as well as blood. Cum was another Essence of a person, just as blood was. And the Essences were what was needed.
Harry licked the swollen head once more before locking eyes with the blond, hissing some more and for all the world sounding like a snake, and Draco came without warning, some of his cum hitting Harry on the cheek. Harry leant down and placed his mouth firmly on it, swallowing everything. After sucking for a few seconds after Draco was finished, he moved and brought his hand to his cheek, where the errant cum was. He coated his fingers in it and brought them to Draco\'s mouth, along with his own mouth. They licked the fingers together, tasting each other around Draco, slightly moaning. The Need wasn\'t there as strongly, but it was still there.