A/N:

I'm in one of these moods again, where all I can do is listen to very loud music. Tonight I took a fancy to Nightwish. Below is one of the songs I'm listening to right now, and it just called for a short story ... in my opinion at least. There is no complex plot for this story at the moment, it deals mainly with hot vampire sex and a bit angst. So don't even read if that doesn't entertain you. It entertains me though. ;) I planned it as a one-shot, but then I thought I might extend it to three chapters and the more ideas I get for a plot the more chapters there will be. Who knows what will become of this story...

And at least once I can show that when I don't write what I should write I do write something else at that time. Usually it is for other longer stories, so you won't see it...

This will be Harry/Draco, vampire, blood-play, slash!

I merely borrowed the characters from a certain Mrs. Rowling to entertain myself this dark night!

Whoever Brings The Night

Nightwish

We seduce the dark with pain and rapture
Like two ships that pass in the night.
You and I - a whore and a bashful sailor.
Welcome to a sunrise of a dirty mind.

All your love is a lie,
You one-night butterfly.
Hurt me, be the one
Whoever brings the night.

The Dark created to hide the innocent white, the lust of night.
Eyes so bright, seductive lies
Crimson masquerade where I merely played my part
Poison dart of desire.

All your love is a lie,
You one-night butterfly.
Hurt me, be the one
Whoever brings the night.

Choose a bride tonight,
a fantasy for a zombie.
Hurt me - I love to suffer.
Your harem's a dream for free.

Enter,
Suck from us and live forever.
Rotten beauty
Will haunt you for a lifetime.

Come with me under water
And drown to despise me no more.
Unholy, unworthy,
My night is a dream for free.

warnings: slash (male on male sex), blood-play, vampire!Harry

Crimson Addiction

Chapter 1

Draco looked up at the pale moon and inhaled deeply. For a moment the tip of his cigarette was glowing like a beacon. The smoke blended with the night air flowing into his lungs and fed the drug-induced calm which had settled over him. Relaxed he looked out over the roofs and towers of Hogwarts Castle, leaning against the parapet circling the Astronomy Tower.

It was his last night at the boarding school, his last time of breaking the curfew. Tomorrow morning the Hogwarts Express would take him to London, where his very own appartment and a boring Ministry job were waiting for him. Slowly he blew coils of smoke onto the night wind, which was softly playing with wisps of his hair. He wondered at the oddly wistful feeling, which had seized a small corner of his heart. The years at Hogwarts had hardly been the best time of his life. He was happy to leave all this behind and move on to greater things.

Again his lips closed around the filter, and his lungs greedily sucked in the comforting smoke. He started when the wooden door leading to the staircase clicked open. With a flick of his wand he vanished the still glowing butt and delved deeper into the shadows. The door swang open to reveal a still figure. Dark robes, dark hair; for a moment Draco expected to be confronted with Professor Snape. But then the other one spoke.

"I've been looking for you."

Draco frowned and stepped into the moonlight.

"Potter?"

He had not seen the boy for close to a month now. Rumors had it, that Harry Potter had been mauled by something dark and terrible and close to death when he had been taken to St.Mungo's. For that he was looking annoyingly healthy - and good, Draco thought, especially now that his ridiculous glasses were gone. But he was more than willing to redeem that. There was nobody to witness when he would give Potter a new face. An amused smile played around Potter's lips, as if he had read Draco's thoughts. Slowly the dark-haired boy stepped onto the observation platform. The heavy door swang shut behind him as if by an invisible hand and locked itself. When had Potter learned wandless magic?

Draco plastered a sneer onto his face and gripped his wand tighter. "What do you want?"

"You," Potter declared, as if it would go without saying.

Draco grimaced. So this was all it was about? He couldn't decide what annoyed him more, that Potter had the nerve to hit on him, or that he obviously believed him to be a shirtlifter like him.

"Merlin's balls, Potter, your pick-up line is so lame, ev-"

The air was forced out of his lungs as he was pushed up against a wall. His wand clattered to the ground, disappearing in the darkest shadows. Demanding lips clashed against his. He moaned in protest, when Potter's tongue sneaked between them and claimed his mouth. Outraged, Draco tried to push the other boy away. Potter tasted nauseating, hot and cold and metallic. His struggle ceased, when his eyes met Potter's. He had never before realised how deep and shining green they were. Someone could get lost in those beautiful eyes, just like in the Forbidden Forest. Draco's eyelids fluttered, as his gaze locked with Potter's, leaving him defenceless and dazed. He was unsure if it was still his own doing, that he was standing, clinging to the other boy like a drowning man, or if it was Potter's body pressing against his which was holding him up.

"I've wanted you for a long time, Draco," Potter whispered against his lips, steadily holding his gaze. "And I will have you...exactly the way I want to have you, Draco."

Draco whimpered, unable to put his protest in words, when insistent hands started to tear his shirt open, buttons flying left and right, and the tongue was back, teasing the sensitive insides of his mouth in a most unbearable, frightening and delicious way. For a split-second the words 'Stop it!' flitted trough Draco's mind, but the way his breath was speeding up as Potter now started to grind against his crotch confused him. Draco's breath came in small, desperate puffs, as Potter released his mouth to trace the outlines of his lips with the tip of his tongue. The hands were now opening his trousers, gliding over his belly...

"Po-Potter-what-"

"Hush!"

Potter's left hand seized him below his chin and slowly turned his face away from him, while his mouth left a trail of licks and kisses along his jaw and down the curve of his neck. Draco's eyes shifted restlessly in the darkness, missing the contact with the shining, soothing green. He hissed and jerked in Potters grip, when all of a sudden piercing pain shot through him from the place the boy was sucking so fervently, and his fingers dug deeper into Potter's black robes.

"Ahh! ... P-p-pls-w-wha-"

Draco whimpered at the pulling and burning feeling at the side of his neck. Oh God, what was Potter doing there? Was he drinking his blood? He could feel a small rivulet running down his neck from beneath Potter's lips. It trickled into his wide opened shirt. The hand shifted on his face to cup his cheek, and Draco felt himself turning his head more to lay his head against Potter's cool hand. It felt like a soft pillow under his head, while the sucking sounds were slowly pulling him under. Only at the foggy edge of his awareness Draco realised that his shirt was slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground. His heart was racing despite the daze he was in, yet he was wide awake, his senses burning with longing. His panting breath turned into a moan, when Potter's mouth came close enough that he could have shared Potter's breath, yet not close enough to touch his lips. And his eyes ... his eyes were capturing his gaze again, asking him to give ... in ...

"Give in to me, Draco!"

Draco released a shuddering breath and parted his lips for Potter, when the boy dove in for another kiss. Potter's teeth were clashing against his. Draco made a small protesting sound in the back of his throat when they cut his lips. He could taste blood, his blood, in his mouth. His blood on their lips, running down his chin to drop onto his chest. Potter's pale face was euphoric, angelic, so beautiful. Draco wondered why he had never before realised how beautiful the other boy was. His face was shining in the darkness with an unearthly beauty. Harry withdrew and opened his lips in a pleased smile. Fangs. Draco could see fangs gleaming between the boy's blood-smeared lips. Somewhere in his hazy awareness, buried by an avalanche of desire and longing, an alarm was starting to sound. Vampire, Draco thought oddly detached, vampires have fangs.

Suddenly Potter threw his head around, staring at the door to the staircase. There was a loud bang coming from the staircase and the door shook. "Who's in there?" an angry voice called, followed by repeated banging against the wooden door. Jenkins, the Hufflepuff Prefect. "Open the door right away!" Another unnerving staccato of banging.

Draco became restless. Something was wrong here, if only he could lay his finger on it. Something ... somebody ... Potter had bitten him ... fangs ... Potter had frigging fangs ...

"P-Potter lemme go," Draco mumbled, weakly trying to wiggle out of the boy's adamant embrace. "Jen-Jenk'ns- help-"

Potter clamped his hand over Draco's mouth, his eyes glistening with an irate fire. "Quiet!" he hissed at him.

Draco shuddered at the coldness he could perceive in Potter's eyes. So cold, it was numbing his mind, so cold, his muscles slackened, so cold. Draco slumped against the other boy. With ease Potter swept him into his arms and stept closer to the parapet. Scrawny Potter had outgrown him, so strong now, Draco thought nonplussed. The world was upside down, his limbs were dangling like a doll's, his head hanging down, uncomfortably stretching the puncture marks on his neck. Why was he so weak? Potter had him. He was safe. Nonono. Not safe! Potter-

Confused Draco blinked at the nocturnal sky, when his thoughts slipped out of his grasp. Potter jumped onto the parapet and looked down at the Castle's courtyard. Draco trembled, as he turned his head to the side and perceived nothing but blackest depths beneath him. The nightwind was caressing his naked skin, making him shiver with fear. Behind them the door was blasted in. They were falling. Potter's laughter on the rushing wind was the last thing Draco heard before the darkness devoured him alive.

Oh, so the next chapter would contain hott vampire sex and some more sucking. Ahem. Anybody up for it?