(A/N) Hey! This is an idea that's been floating around my head for a while. The only problem is that there are some pretty good vampire fics out there and I'm not sure if this is interesting enough for others to continue it, which is the reason why this first chapter is short. So if you guys like it let me know! Thanks for reading!
Summary: Vampire politics, uncontrollable urges, and crazy friends are the least of Harry's worries. He really doesn't have time to fret over them when he has to go back to Hogwarts to retake his seventh year where people will fawn and grope in places that they shouldn't in public! An over protective potions master, and an even worse Sire make things even more stressful. But he can't help but love the new family he has been given, even if some of the wizarding world thinks otherwise.
Rating: M
Warnings: M/M, mentions of abusive Dursleys, AU.
Bloody Brilliant!
Draco slowly ran his hand through dark silky hair, suppressing a moan that threatened to fall from his lips. "That's right, Harry." He said gently, running his index finger across the boy's soft cheek. The boy moaned in response, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth and down his pale throat. His small hands were clutched in the silky fabric of Dracos' shirt as he fed. Soft suckling noises came from the smaller boy as he drank, pausing from time to time to take a breath even though his body didn't need it, it was human habit.
Draco chuckled softly as Harry slowly pulled back his lips stained with blood as he looked up. Bright Jade eyes watched as the messy gash healed its self quickly. He grinned slightly as he felt Draco place a kiss on his temple before leaning forward and cleaning the blood from his face and throat with gentle swipes of his tongue.
"You are so messy Harry." Draco said, reaching over for a clean wash cloth he had conjured before he had sat down to feed Harry. He dipped it into the bowl of water on the night stand before using it to clean up the sticky mess Harry had caused on his shoulder. A smaller hand was soon on top of his, moving it and taking control of the rag, gently finishing the job. Draco smiled, allowing Harry to finish. Once the young vampire finished Draco waved his hand and the soiled rag disappeared from Harry's delicate fingers.
Draco gently moved the boy from his lap and laid him on his back on the silk sheets below them before leaning over him, his hands resting on either side of the boys head as he looked down at him. He pressed a few kisses to the plump lips before making a line down the boy's jaw. A few strands of his white blond hair tickling the boy's nose as he did.
"Professor." Harry began, reaching up to run his fingers through the blond hair. He smiled shyly when he heard a soft growl and blinked, suddenly finding silver-grey eyes staring into his own jade. "Harry." Draco began, bringing up a hand to cup the boy's cheek using his thumb to rub soothing circles across it. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me professor, its Draco now, Draco." He said, leaning over to kiss the end of Harry's nose. Harry smiled again, a small dust of pink settling on his pale cheeks. "I-I know, its just hard to get used to." He said, leaning into the warm hand. He bit his lip slightly, trying to decide if he wanted to continue on what he was going to ask. Draco raised an elegant brow before licking Harry's bottom lip. "Stop that." He said gently, kissing the cheek that the boy wasn't nuzzling into his hand. Harry released his bottom lip and grinned sheepishly.
"Respectful fledglings do not bite their lip, Harry." Draco scolded gently. He planted a few kisses on the boy's collar bone before looking back into Harry's bright green eyes. The Blonde sighed softly, removing his hand from his face and rolling to lay on his side, watching as Harry slowly rolled over to face him snuggling into his warmth. He slid his fingers through the messy mop atop the boy's head, tucking a few strands behind the boy's ear.
"Never be afraid to ask a question Harry." He said, holding back a chuckle when the boy's eyes grew wide. "But, ho-" "You are too easy to read Harry, your face betrays what you think." He said, kissing the top of the teens forehead. He smiled against the smooth skin, pretending not to hear the little grumble coming from Harry as said boy shifted to get a bit closer. "I just...when can I go back to school Draco?" He asked softy, barely audible, but loud enough for Draco to hear.
Draco sighed again and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Harry. "I swear that's all you ever think about Harry, it getting to be a bit annoying." He mummerd, nibbling on the top of his ear.
"Draco...I..I just miss my friends is all." the teen said, rubbing his nose against the man's neck to take in the musky scent.
"I know Harry, and you'll go back when you are ready, we can't have you jumping and draining every human you see its very uncivilized." Draco said, smiling as the boy snorted.
"What is civilized for a vampire then?" Harry challenged and leaned back to look into Draco's face, bright jade eyes sparkling wildly.
Draco chuckled kissing the end of his nose. "How about behaving and doing as you're told?" he said, looking up when the distinctive peck of an owls beak against glass was heard throughout the room. He held back a chuckle as the raven haired teen jumped in surprise.
"I hate this advanced hearing thing Draco, everything is so much louder and annoying now." Harry grumbled as Draco stood up and walked to the window to let the owl in.
"You'll get used to it Harry." Draco said absently as he untied the mornings issue of the profit from the owl's leg. He patted the barn owl's head before placing five knuts in the little leather pouch attached to the other leg. The owl hooted softly before flying through the window and gliding back towards the wards around the large manor.
"I still don't understand why you like to read such rubbish, Harry." Draco scoffed walking back to the bed to hand Harry the rolled up paper. Harry just grinned impishly up at him.
"Don't old vampires keep up with the new times?" He asked coyly before untying the twine and opening the paper. He sat up straight and leaned against the cushioned headboard as he crossed his legs.
Draco held back a laugh and shook his head. "Watch your cheek hairy, I may be your Sire, but I can't save you from the other professors detentions." He said, sitting next to the teen again, reading over his shoulder quietly.
The-boy-who-lived now The-Boy-Undead?
Rita Skeeter
No one has seen hide or tail of The-Boy-Who-Lived since the esteemed Draco Malfoy took the boy for the amazing change. Not only will he be the famous child who killed the infamous He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but also a prince to the royal Malfoy line of vampires, how can one be so lucky? If any other vampire is looking for a suitable fledgling look no further come visit me-"
Draco laughed, causing Harry to jump in surprise. "As if any vampire would want her." He sneered at the paper causing Harry to giggle.
"Be nice Draco, she's actually written something good about me for once." He said with a grin, turning back to his paper. Draco sighed and kissed his cheek before standing.
"I'm going to go speak with Severus and Lucius now." He said, slipping on some slippers before heading for the door. "If you feel lonely or need me for something, you know where the study is." He said. He smiled when all he got was a slight head tilt in return. He walked out, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Harry put the paper down and sighed once he was alone in the room. He got up from the bed and padded over to the large writing desk under the window. He pulled out a few pieces of parchment and a everlasting quill, tapping it against his chin as he thought of what to write.
Ron and Hermione had been sending him worried letters every day now. No matter how many times he assured them he was okay, they were still worried. Neville and Luna had also been a little worried, but they had stopped their letters when he had explained that he needed to be able to control his urges before he could see any of his friends.
He wished he could tell everyone when he would back and when he could control the horrible thirst that he had for their blood, but Draco wasn't telling him anything. His brows furrowed in frustration as he sighed.
He dropped his quill on top of the blank parchment before he leaned back in the chair. Tilting his head back he closed his eyes, the edges of his lips tugging up as he thought back on Draco.
The man was still a mystery to him even though he had known him the last six years before he was turned. He hadn't hesitated in turning Harry after the final battle, claiming him as his own fledgling and thus making him into one of the Vampire Princes of the UK. Could his life get anymore complicated?
He groaned as he thought of the new world he was stepping into. Vampire politics, laws, subjects…
He snorted. It was like learning he was a wizard all over again.