Title: Lovers Bite
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco Malfoy – a boy gone mute under his father's torture is rescued by a vampire. Harry Potter – An ancient vampire who senses something powerful in the young wizard and decides he must have him for himself. Sweet, fluffy and smuttish. There will be m/m sex in later chapters
Chapter 1
Harry seated himself in the plush chair provided, taking in his surroundings and smirking to himself.
"What does Lucius think he is doing by forcing us to wait in here?" Ron Weasley, his trusted advisor and friend asks angrily, arm slipping around the waist of his wife, Hermione.
"He is deluding himself into believing he has power over this situation" Harry states simply eyes trained on the door. When it opens and Lucius Malfoy enters Harry stands and nods his head.
"Malfoy, I believe we have some business to discuss" Lucius lip curls up in a sneer. Flipping his long white hair over his shoulder he lowers himself gently into a large chair.
"Yes, the matter of our debt" Malfoy mutters disdainfully.
"You owe me more money than you have, this is quite a problem. Any suggestions?" Harry asks, the door opens and an elegant woman enters, hair tied up in a neat bun. As the wind blows a delicious smell and a small blast of power drifts over to Harry, perking his interest. Humming to himself he advances towards the door, following the delicious scent down a hall and to a locked wooden door.
"What are you doing, Mr Potter?" Lucius demands as Harry rips the door off its hinges, gracefully stalking down the steps. At the bottom he can hear the sound of a faint heartbeat following the sound until he reaches a cell at the back, grasping the bars he easily pulls them off and charges in, kneeling down besides the curled up figure on the cold stone ground. Rolling the person over, Harry hisses angrily at the scratches and bruises covering the otherwise pale and beautiful skin. Brushing the damp silver hair off the boy's face.
"Who is this?" he growls angrily, running gentle fingers over the boys cheek.
"That is my waste of space son" Malfoy growls. Narcissa places a hand on her husband's arm, sensing the anger gathering around the powerful vampire.
"What is his name?" Harry snarls.
"Draco" Narcissa Malfoy answers. Harry slides his hands underneath the frail form, lifting Draco into his arms. The blondes head lolls against his chest, cool breath wafting against Harry's chin.
"I'm leaving and I'm taking him with me" Harry growls, gracefully moving around the stunned Malfoy's, beckoning Ron and Hermione to follow him. Holding his precious bundle securely to his chest he leaves the Manor behind.
"What the hell mate?" Ron asks in bewilderment once they are inside his carriage.
"I don't know" Harry murmurs, eyes trained on Draco's slack features "I could feel him, he's mine"
The trip back to his home would take 2 days, deciding that Draco's condition was bad enough without being constantly jolted by the ride Harry slices a cut in his wrist and allows a few drops of his blood to drip into Draco's mouth. The blonde swallows automatically, eyes clenching tighter together before fluttering open. Hazy silver eyes, a few shades darker than his pure white silver hair, blink a few times before settling on Harry.
Draco stares up at the man holding in slight fear, too exhausted to feel the terror he knows he should be feeling. The pain that regularly wracks his body is slowly disappearing as the sweet liquid continues to poor down his throat. When the flow stops he whimpers slightly, shifting in the arms holding him. The emerald eyed man is looking down at him, concern shining in his eyes.
"Hello Draco, my name is Harry. You're safe now okay? I'm going to protect you" the man tells him firmly. Hesitantly nodding his head Draco looks around the…carriage. A red head man and a girl with golden brown locks are watching them from the seats opposite. Not comfortable having that many eyes on him, Draco turns and buries his face in Harry's chest. A soothing hand runs through his hair.
Leaning back Draco looks up at Harry questioningly. Why was this man helping him?
Sensing the question in Draco's eyes Harry leans closer to the boy and places a kiss on a pale forehead.
"I'm helping you because you're mine, now go to sleep. You need to rest" Harry commands softly, continuing to run his hand through silver hair.