"What are you doing down here in the Snake Pit Kitty Cat?"
Chris spun around and smirked, "Well, well, well, resorting to hiding in the shadows Z?"
The Werewolf suddenly found himself pinned against a wall in a deserted corridor in Slytherin territory.
"I've missed you." The Vampire growled, fangs nipping at the pulse point of the Werewolf.
"That's funny," The werewolf murmured, "I haven't thought of you in ages…"
"Yeah." Blaise said, fumbling with his pants, "Like I believe that Werewolf."
Chris pushed himself up, "You'd believe anything I told you. Wouldn't you Vampire?"
Suddenly, Gryffindor and Slytherin robes were a pile of torn material pooled at their feet, the Vampire-Werewolf / Slytherin-Gryffindor grudges all but gone with each desperate touch, "If we get caught-"
"It doesn't matter." The teeth of the Vampire sunk deep into the Werewolf's neck, "You're mine Werewolf." He snarled.
Chris snarled at him, "I'll belong to whom I please, Vampire. And that's certainly, not you."
"Taste." Blaise murmured, his bloody lips raising to meet Chris' forcing the Werewolf to taste its own blood.
Chris' amber eyes widened, "Get off me, now!"
Blaise gripped the Werewolf's wrists tighter, his hold strong enough to leave bruises, "We're not done Werewolf," the Wolf's legs wrapped around the Vampire's waist almost instinctively.
"By the Gods I swear there are days I hate you!" Chris growled.
"I guess I should be grateful for full moons."