Author's note: Something I wrote for fun as a gift to two of my fans, Kevin and Carrie. Enjoy!

"Harry, please just hear us out-"
Harry slammed the door and effectively blocked out Hermione's voice. He pulled his cloak tighter around him and strode away from Grimmauld Place towards the nearest apparition point.
He w...as tired of listening to everyone tell him he needed to move on. That Draco was dead.
He was Draco's mate, dammit. He could feel that his veela was still alive, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary.

That is why, tonight, when he had received an anonymous owl that Draco was in Sweden, he had to follow up on it. Hermione and Ron had both tried to talk him out of going, but since their divorce they seem to have forgotten what it's like to fight for someone you love.
Harry reached the alley about a block from his house and, after casting a quick glance around for muggles, turned on the spot and disappeared.

He landed on the pier beside the Vasa museum, concealed in the darkness of evening. The note had said he would find Draco in Stockholm, and now that he was here, he could feel his and Draco's bond pulling him towards his mate. He was close.

Harry walked for about twenty minutes before he happened upon a beautiful hotel. He walked inside and slipped past the man at the front desk who was helping a family check-in. He knew where he was going. The pull of the bond grew stronger and his feet led him seven floors up and to the third door on his left.

This was it. Draco was behind that door, waiting for harry. Unable to wait any longer, Harry raised his fist and pounded on the door.

"Draco! Draco, its harry! I'm here, love. I've found you!"

The door swung open to reveal a tall, lean, muscled blonde with a fantastic arse wrapped in a towel. But it wasn't Draco.

Harry blinked at the man in front of him. "Im terribly sorry, I seem to have made a mistake. Im not sure how, but-"

"Worry not dear boy," the man said, leaning against the doorframe in that sinfully tight towel. "Your young Draco is here. It is I who sent you that note. Please, come in."
Harry squeezed past the man and into the room. The blond man shut the door and offered his hand. "My name is Eric Northman. I was in London on vacation with my family when I stumbled across young Draco. He was in an alley and badly injured. There was blood everywhere and I thought at first that he was dead. But I heard his heart beating and I could smell the fresh blood still pumping from his wounds."

"Im sorry," Harry said, interrupting. "You say you smelt his blood?"

"Yes," Eric grinned and two razor sharp fangs popped forth. "Im a vampire."

A shiver ran down Harry's spine in a very good way. He had always had a secret kink for Vampires as a teenager, until Draco had come along and blinded him to everyone and everything else.

"He smelled absolutely divine. There was something special about him and I knew I couldn't let him die, so I brought him here to Sweden, where I was born. I would trust no other person than my old family mediwitch. She healed him and when I questioned her about his wonderful smell, she told me he was a vela. She then explained that even though he was now in perfect health, he would soon die if he didn't have contact with his mate. Which I presumed to be you, as Draco kept calling your name in his sleep."

Harry's mind was spinning as he took in the information. "Yes, i'm his mate. Where is he?"

"Through here."

Eric led Harry through the sitting room and into the bedroom where a very pale, paler than usual, Draco lay breathing extremely shallowly.

"I wasn't sure how much longer it would take you to arrive or even if you would." Eric was saying as Harry rushed to take Draco's hand. "I was scared he would die before you arrived."

Even now, at Harry's touch, some of Draco's color was returning.
"Im here, love. Im right here." Harry bent forward and pressed his lips against Draco's, letting out a gush of hot breath at the feel of them again.

Draco's eyes began to flutter open.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Draco. It's me." Harry slid his hands into Draco's hair and crushed their mouths together again. Draco's entire body began to glow faintly with the healing power from his mate. As the glow subsided and Draco's health was completely restored, he and Harry continued to kiss. They were unable to break away until Eric cleared his throat.

"Im sorry," Harry said, grinning like a loon. "We tend to get a bit carried away."

Eric, who had now put on a pair of trousers, walked over to where harry and draco were seated on the bed.

"It's fine. I suppose that now you've found each other again, you'll be wanting to get back home." He turned to Draco. "I am happy that you have your mate back, though I do regret the fact that I cannot keep you for myself. You are completely delectable."

Harry and Draco shared a glance, and not for the first time Harry was incredibly glad the bond allowed them to sense each others emotions. Harry raised an eyebrow in question and Draco smirked and nodded before turning to face Eric again.

"I think there's enough of me to share."