Bottles scattered as Draco crashed his way into the small bathroom, forcing himself over the counter and all but pressing himself into mirror, pulling his lips back and staring at the angry red of the gums above his incisors. He was so focussed on the blistering pain that he didn't notice the streaks of blood running down his neck for several moments. He couldn't hold back a gasp of horror and scrambled to the shower, grabbing his flannel and furiously wiping until the twin puckered holes were revealed.

It had to be a bad joke. Surely. Things like this just didn't happen to him. He was the heir of the disgraced Malfoy's, he had betrayed his own family when he was barely fifteen years old and then been betrayed himself by an angry and bitter public. He had joined his godfather the first time he saw his own father torture innocent muggles and never looked back. But his allegiances had only been known to Dumbledore, and since his death at the hands of Lucius, Draco had only managed to convince a handful of people – Remus, Sirius and Severus, mainly. The one he longed to convince wouldn't have anything to do with him, and it broke his heart every day he went without his touch.

They had shared a night once, a year ago. The best night of Draco's life, when the storm was breaking and the whole of the wizarding world was about to be plunged into darkness two tormented souls had found comfort in each other. Draco had never felt so complete than when Harry was buried inside him, but he knew it couldn't last, and he couldn't have forgiven himself if he had distracted Harry from the battle he had to face at dusk. So with shaking hands he had whispered obliviate into the dark locks that he loved so much.

He had been alone ever since. And Harry Potter hadn't been seen or heard from since the memorial funeral for the War dead.

Blinking hard, Draco tried to remember what had happened last night. He vaguely recalled a mysterious stranger watching him at the club he used to forget his miserable existence, and then being followed into the dark alley he used to apparate home. Strong hands had crushed him to an even harder chest and, despite the danger, Draco couldn't help but whimper at the contact. It had been so long since someone had held him like that, and for some reason Draco felt safe in his embrace.

Forgotten words were whispered and Draco moaned even more at the deep, sultry, seductive voice. Soon there was a sharp pain in his neck, he could only liken it to the hard slide of a thumb over his nipple in the throes of an explosive orgasm.

A Vampire?

Vampires had been virtually extinct, even before the War, so what was one doing in a back street muggle club? And more importantly, where was he now?

Suddenly the shivers that had been wracking Draco's frame intensified, his fever sky rocketed and he fell to the floor, smashing a glass on his way down.

He half awoke hours later, cradled to the chest of, presumably, the vampire. He blearily struggled, but a calming hand running through his hair soothed him and a glass of something thick and heady was pressed to his lips. Draco drank greedily, and a gentle hand wiped a drip from the corner of his mouth.

"You're a …"

"Hush Draco, rest, you're safe, I promise." The voice seemed so familiar, but Draco's tired mind was too fuzzy to place it.

"What's happening to me?"

"You're becoming like me. I'm so sorry Draco, I just couldn't stand the thought of spending a second more without you."

"Me? Why?"

"Hush now, I'll explain everything when the transformation is complete."

"But who are you?" Draco was fading fast, so fast that he didn't hear the reply, if there even was one.

When he next awoke he wasn't feeling fuzzy at all. In fact he could never remember feeling more alive. He made to spring out of the bed, only to be pushed back down.

"What?" He said, stunned. His eyes followed the toned arm up to a broad shoulder and even further to see –

"Harry!?" He cried, thrashing about in his excitement and fear.

"Shush little one, calm yourself." Harry said, his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement and something else Draco didn't dare to identify.

"But, everyone thought you were dead! What are you doing here? And why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Well, when I left the funeral I was ambushed by some last remaining death eaters and amongst them was one of the last of the vampires. I think you can guess what happened then."

"You're really a vampire?"

"Yes. And…so are you now." Harry met Draco's eyes and his gaze was filled with doubt and worry.

"You turned me? Why?" Draco was so confused, vampires lived forever, why would Harry intentionally immortalise a man he had hated since first year? He wasn't that bothered about the actual transformation, since his life was pretty worthless anyway.

"Draco, I've had a lot of time to think about it, but I just can't figure out why you tried to erase the best night of my life."

Harry had to fight not to laugh at the shock on Draco's face.

"That night meant so much to me and when I was turned it all came back to me. How could you take that from me? I've spent the last year searching for you."

"Really? You've been searching … for me?"

"Desperately."

Something in that heated gaze made Draco's mouth go dry, and as his stomach became mush, another part of his body hardened. For some reason he felt the inexplicable urge to give himself completely to the powerful man above him.

"I'm so sorry, I just thought …"

"It doesn't matter anymore Draco, you are mine now."

"I am?"

"Yes. If you want me too."

"Of course I do Harry, I've never wanted anyone else."

"Good. I think it's about time we make up for lost time my little dragon."

Draco's erection was now straining against the soft cotton of his trousers and Harry eyed it possessively. Draco moaned at the low chuckle that emanated from the dark haired man's throat as his rough fingers scraped over Draco's hardening nipples. Stormy eyes met emeralds and the spark was almost electric. There would be no more lingering caresses, they needed each other. Now.

Draco fumbled with Harry's jeans as Harry stripped Draco of his sleeping clothes. Finally bare skin brushed bare skin and neither boy could hold back their moans of desire. When Harry's strong hand wrapped around Draco's cock, Draco felt all the muscles in his body relax and he had no choice but to submit his pleasure totally to Harry. Feeling his partner's submission Harry groaned in approval and quickly pulled Draco to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes level with Harry's impressive cock.

"Suck" he ordered, and Draco was only too happy to oblige. He licked his full lips and wrapped them around Harry's ample girth, swallowing him as far as he could take him and groaning when fingers tightened in his smooth blonde locks, pulling his nose into the curls at the base of Harry's length. He revelled in the harsh pace his Sire was setting, drinking in every moan and grunt from the man above him.

He licked and teased the throbbing member until finally, with a groan, Harry spilled himself into Draco's willing throat.

He held Draco over his cock for long moments as Draco licked him clean, not willing to waste even the smallest drop.

Then Harry gathered the quivering blonde into his arms and slid them under the thick covers, cradling his precious load to his body. For a while Draco was content to lie in his arms, but soon the need for pressure became too much and he started to move, grinding himself against Harry's leg. Harry laughed, and caught Draco's hips, holding him still. Draco moaned, but didn't move when he was released, he would do nothing to displease his Sire.

Harry's finger teased along Draco's length, barely brushing the throbbing vein as Draco whimpered and squirmed.

"What do you want little one?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, still teasing him with his tantalising finger.

"You. Please Harry, I need you inside me, please don't tease me, I … I've waited so long."

"Good boy," Harry whispered into his lover's ear, tightening his grip and giving Draco's cock several hard strokes and, coupled with a gentle bite to his neck, that was enough to bring Draco to an explosive conclusion.

"Good boy, well done little one, I am so proud of you. And I promise you will have me inside you but first we have to do something."

"What?"

"Well first you have to tell me, how did you feel about … submitting to me." The delicate question lingered in the air as Draco considered how to answer without sounding too enthusiastic.

"Because, if you want, there's a thing called a Sire bond. It's made between a vampire and his maker. At the moment it's fairly weak, but if you drink my blood it will complete. It would bind us together for eternity, and, well … it sort of intensifies the power balance until one vampire, typically the older one, takes on the role of the dominant, and the other becomes the submissive. It doesn't have to affect everyday life, although the dominant mate does become very protective, but for things like sex, you would have to give me control of everything, even when you can orgasm. I know this is a lot, but I've never known anyone as perfect as you and I would do anything for you if you'd let me share this with you." Harry finished in a rush, like he was scared Draco would run away.

"What would we have to do to complete the bond?" Draco asked, his voice not betraying his feelings at all.

"You'd have to drink my blood."

"That's all?"

"Yeah." Harry looked like he was about to explode from anxiety, so Draco took pity on him.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"Really?" Harry's face lit up and Draco thought he had never looked more beautiful.

"Really." Draco said.

Harry shifted Draco in his arms until he was cradled against his chest, soft lips resting against the vulnerable skin of his neck. Stroking his hand through Draco's hair he gently encouraged the new vampire to take his first taste of his Sire's blood.

The heady taste filled Draco's mouth and he moaned in completion as it trickled down his throat. When he was softly but firmly removed from the source of his newfound drug Draco whined, but was silenced by the sight of a thoroughly debauched Harry staring back at him, fangs extended and a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Now where were we, little one?"