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Chapter Two

Harry sighed, plopping down on the bed calmly. His meeting with The Dark Lord had gone better than expected. He even found out that the man knew about Dray's little "problem". No one had seen his new appearance yet. But he liked it. It was very…him. It represented everything he had kept inside himself, away from eyes that would otherwise scorn him. He was at the point that he didn't care what they thought. He wanted to be him. Draco scooted over on his four poster when Harry appeared in his dorm. None of the other Slytherins had been terribly shocked when he had started coming around. They knew all about the masks a person could have and they saw the boy for what he was right away. One of them. He did a double take at his friend when he finally got a good look at him. Harry had entered the Snake's Den to a series of wolf whistles, cat calls and propositions. Even one proposal.

"Shove it, Blaise." Harry laughed, letting them take in his new appearance.

"I'll tell you exactly where you can shove it, Potter. I'd sell my grandmother for ten minutes alone with you right now!"

Dray watched him approach with eyes only for him. Harry was…gorgeous. With his dark hair spilling over his back in a silky braid and his face was finally rid of those god ugly glasses. He looked like a teen pin up for GQ. Or a dirty movie, preferably featuring himself and Harry. His friend stopped in front of him with a mischievous smirk.

"Draco?"

No response. Now all of the House was watching them just out of amusement and curiosity. Why couldn't he make his mouth move?! Harry's smirk grew and the gleam in his eyes increased. He climbed onto the blonde's lap, making a flush flow up poor Draco's neck. Then suddenly, they were kissing and Draco couldn't remember who had started it. Their friends and acquaintances were making calls of 'more!' and 'bravo!'. They barely noticed though. They were too focused on each other's tongues. Dray was so excited that his canines elongated slightly, forcing Harry to have to be somewhat more careful. It wasn't easy making out with a part vampire but when you got the hang of it, it was amazing. Harry broke away first, grinding his hips teasingly when he felt how happy Dray was to be there. His friend groaned, slapping his hip playfully to get him to cut it out. Harry couldn't help it though. He felt giddy, like he'd been drinking or every cell in his body was racing to be let out at once. They would continue their make out session in a more private location.



"You're coming home with me this summer, aren't you?" Draco asked breathlessly.

"Yep."

"Good. Hey, will you dig one of my vials out? Merlin, I'm so sick of those things! Nothing compares to the real thing."

Harry nodded thoughtfully and dug a vial of thick red, almost black colored potion out of the bedside table. Draco was only partially a vampire but he still needed blood to sustain his vampiric side as well as regular food to keep up his human side. The potion was a blood substitute that his Dad had made him for while he was at school. He detested the stuff.

"Why don't…you feed off of me tonight? It'll only be a little and I know how much you hate this junk." Harry asked with a shrug.

Dray shrugged as well, like it was nothing but he couldn't keep the look of eagerness from his eyes. Not only would he be getting blood but, the part that Harry wasn't quite aware of, it would also place a mark, only able to be scented by nonhumans, that marked Harry as his own so that no others would come after him. It was a win-win deal it seemed. Harry leaned over as if to kiss him again while Draco discreetly closed the drapes around the bed. Instead of their lips connecting, though, Harry leaned over to Dray's ear.

"It's okay, Dray. I trust you."

The blonde boy shivered in anticipation. He had dreamed about this. He needed to take it slow though, so Harry enjoyed it too. In fact, they had all night. He felt his canines elongate before sinking them gently into the soft inviting flesh below.

Harry trudged through the next day of school like a zombie. With only a week of class to go, he didn't even feel like he could make it another day. Severus made him stay after class in potions with a fretful and worried Draco at his side. As soon as everyone else left, including a smirking Ron, Harry let his head drop to the table with a loud 'thunk'. Severus tsked while Draco tried to rouse him. His head had been screaming alarms at him the whole day. Everything was too loud and it all had too strong a smell. He could hear Parvati and Lavender whispering about their nightly escapades across the room and the smell his ex-best friend exuded when he walked by was nauseating. What the hell was happening to him?!

"Potter. What is the matter with you? If you make my son have a heart attack because the two of you stayed up too late doing Merlin only knows what-" The man sighed and began digging around his cabinet for several potions.

"We didn't stay up too late at all, Dad. I swear! Although…"Draco began but frowned and stopped. He gave his parent a guilty look to which Severus frowned, " He did let me feed off of him…"



There was amoment of silence before Severus glared at his son angrily.

"What?! Draco Valraven Malfoy!! I will be telling your father about this! Make no mistake." He growled, slapping a hand over his eyes in frustration.

He had told Draco no feeding at school!

Harry groaned, covering his ears with his hands.

"Shut up, shut up! Please…It's too loud already and I'm seriously freaking out here. My head is splitting sideways and I can smell everything, And I seriously mean everything. Everything is too loud. I can hear conversations down the hallway and across the classroom as if I were sitting right next to them!" He moaned, shutting his eyes against the onslaught of light that was suddenly in his eyes and hissing choice swear words in parsletongue.

Severus had his lighted wand tip in the boy's eyes but it hurt Harry too much to keep it there. He couldn't get a good look at his eyes but had an interesting theory he needed to research first.

"Alright Harry. I'm going to draw a sample or two of your blood for some tests. I want you to keep this to yourself and take the potion I give you with no questions. I can give you a more thorough examination once you are at our home for the summer." He began and crossed the room to his bag to get the syringe.

Harry and Draco rushed down to the dungeons, bursting with laughter. The potion that Severus had given him had really worked wonders. He wasn't having any more of the weirdness from before, in fact, everything was back to normal. They had just run into Ron, telling Harry that the Headmaster wanted to see him. Harry was not going up there, not for anything. They threw a quick stick-charm on the wall before pushing the yelling red head into it and running. They were on their way to Severus's office to escape to Malfoy manor for the whole summer. Had Harry gotten permission from him to go? Of course not! As far as they were concerned, Dumbledore was neither his grandfather, nor his legal guardian, so it wasn't any of his business anyways. The Dursley's would be overjoyed to know that he wasn't coming home. They burst inside the office, much to Draco's dad's distaste, bubbling with laughter still. Severus merely rolled his eyes.

"I don't want to know. Just hurry up before the old man comes down to 'rescue' you from the evil Slytherin out to steal your virtue." He drawled in a very Malfoy like manner.

Draco eyed Harry suggestively with a big grin. He was excited to be going home. Harry was nervous. What if Lucius Malfoy didn't like him? What if he did something rude and didn't notice? What if he made a fool of himself and embarrassed Draco? What if Voldemort was there? Draco took his hand calmly, sensing his distraught emotions somehow. He smiled at him warmly before they both stepped into the emerald flames.



"Malfoy Manor!" They both called out in unison and they began to spin.

Grate after grate went by and they still kept spinning. Harry was just feeling dizzy when they came to a sudden stop, Draco helping him gently out of the fireplace. The first impression that he got of Malfoy Manor was 'big'. The roof arched up and was largely made of glass so one could look up at the sky while eating at the long, fourty seater dining table beneath. They seemed to have come out in the Dining Room. The décor was largely silver and maroons and greys but it managed not to look forboding or aloof but tasteful instead and somehow more personal and comfortable. This was where Draco had grown up. Draco flew towards his father who was standing mere feet away and jumped into his arms with blissful laughter. He really had missed his father. Harry stood awkwardly to the side until Severus came from the grate. The thin hand on his back urged him forward, where Dray was speaking to his father very rapidly with his excitement. Severus cleared his throat loudly, making the two turn around.

"Harry! He's my best mate so be nice, Father." Draco huffed with a silly grin on his face.

When he was home, it was okay to let his mask down. No one would see except those who knew him well already. Lucius smiled over at Harry gently.

"Yes, I did see you at the meeting. Welcome to my home, Harry. Draco talks about you all the time. I hope you enjoy it here." He said in that rich, cultured voice of his.

Harry returned his warm sentiments with relief.

"Thank you, sir. Your home is beautiful."

Draco watched the interaction between his parents and the boy he loved with happiness growing in his chest. It was his dearest wish that one day, Harry could come to call this place, and him, home.

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