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Disclaimer: Eh…you already read that in the first chapter.
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Draco blinked. For a moment, he would have sworn he saw Harry Potter complete with red eyes and dreadfully sharp fangs. But there was nothing but cold dark air in the alleyway. He shrugged, he was used to this sort of thing. Since the war had ended he was seeing many things. Disturbing, most of the time.
He turned on his heels and was face to face with Harry, who was standing nearly on top of him.
"Potter!" Draco jumped back, "What the devil is wrong with you?"
Draco waited for a response, while looking at Harry. He found it odd that he could have sworn Harry was behind him with glowing red eyes. But now that he looked upon the raven haired man, he only saw his bright green eyes and perfectly straight, pearly white teeth.
Harry breathed in, letting Draco's very strong scent linger in his mind. Then it hit him. This was Draco Malfoy. The same Malfoy that made most of his years at Hogwarts completely miserable. The same Malfoy that was very close to the Dark Lord himself, and Harry was finding himself completely immersed in his scent alone.
"Potter!" Draco yelled, snapping Harry out of his daze.
Harry could feel Draco's heart pumping, faster and faster.
"Is there any reason you're out at 3 in the morning scaring the living daylights out of me?"
Harry's mind raced.
"I apparated here, Malfoy. Wizards do that." Harry wanted to applaud himself, but decided to save that for when he got away.
Draco huffed, walking past Harry.
"Watch where you do magic next time, Potter." Draco swept away, his black coat billowing behind him.
Harry closed his eyes and sniffed the air that had come from behind Draco. He felt as if he were insane.
It didn't take long for Harry to crawl up the nearest building and follow the blonde. His footsteps were quick and silent. Draco suddenly stopped and looked around, Harry quickly ducking behind a chimney. He peeked around the corner only to see that there was another man standing in front of Draco.
He was a vampire. Harry could smell dirty and decaying flesh. It was an instant click in his mind.
'May be he was meeting Malfoy.' Harry thought, looking down on Draco.
Draco backed away from the man, pulling out his wand. The hooded man smirked, revealing a mouth full of fangs, unlike Harry's. His eyes glowed red and Harry couldn't control himself. Like a bolt of lightning, Harry jumped from the building and landed on the vampire, tearing his head from his body with his fangs and ignited him with a flick of his wand.
Then Harry remembered Draco. He stood, for a moment not wanting to see the look on Draco's face. He smelled great fear. Harry turned his eyes to the blonde, his heart suddenly beat more quickly. The look of fear on Draco's face was indescribable.
Harry could hardly contain himself. He wanted Draco, he wanted to drain him completely dry. He wanted to savor the taste of his blood and enjoy his heart slowing down until it stopped.
"What are you?" Draco could barely get the words out.
"Malfoy, calm down." Harry's voice was full of blood and sounded like a demon.
"Calm down? You want me to calm down? You just leapt off of a building and tore that thing's head off with your teet-" Draco stared at Harry, "You're a vampire."
Draco's heart was beating so quickly, Harry thought he would have a heart attack any second.
"If you don't calm the hell down, I am going to kill you!" Harry yelled.
"Yelling at me isn't going to make me calm down!" Draco yelled back.
Harry's mind was racing. His instincts were screaming to drain him but his heart told him that killing hurt Harry himself. But if Draco didn't stop the blood from erratically pumping itself so quickly through his veins, Harry was going to eat him. So Harry did the only thing he could think of…
He walked up to Draco and grabbed his head, pulling him into a deep kiss. Harry could taste the scent he had smelled all this time, and he didn't want to let it go. He only intended to calm the blonde down, but now he was kissing back. Harry could feel his heart slow to it's normal rate, so he quickly pulled away before his other instinct took over.
Draco stared absently at Harry.
"Purpose?" He was less angry than Harry expected.
"Your heart was pumping so quickly, I couldn't think straight." Harry stepped away from Draco.
"Why did you save me?" Draco asked, a hint of aggravation in his voice.
How could Harry explain it?
'You smell really good, Malfoy. I couldn't just let that vampire drain you dry, I want to be the one to do that.' Harry thought.
A small flash of light caught both of the men's attention. They looked toward the sky to see that the sun was rising.
"I have to leave." Harry began to back away.
Draco grumbled, "You're not getting off that easy, Potter. I'm coming with you."
In seconds flat, Draco fell to the ground in Harry's flat. He scrambled to stand up.
Draco looked around the flat. He turned his nose up to Harry's decorating sense as he looked around, then he spotted the couch in the kitchen covered in blood.
"There's blood on your couch, Potter. I hardly think that is a vampire's idea of decoration."
Harry turned to him, his brow furrowed in anger. His eyes had returned to their bright green.
"It's mine, Malfoy."
Draco quickly walked to Harry and stood in front of him.
"Now, you can tell me why you saved me by putting your filthy lips on me?"
Harry hissed. His eyes seemed to bleed until the irises turned red. He was angry, quite angry.
"Do you honestly want to question me now? I could have let you die back there." Harry hissed.
Draco's heart began pulsating in desperation, but his face remained stern.
"You could have, but you didn't," He snarled.
Harry looked away and laughed.
"You try to keep strong with those stern looks. I might not be able to read your mind, but that incredibly strong beating heart inside you says otherwise." Harry suddenly appeared nearly on top of Draco, he could feel the faltered breath of the blonde, "You're scared of me. I can smell the fear."
Harry breathed in, only to scare Draco a little. Also to appease his vampric side by taking in that scent again.
"Potter!"
Harry snapped out of his daze and pulled away from Draco. He had to get away from Draco, that scent was so strong. It wouldn't take long for Harry's vampric side to just take over.
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Harry spoke first.
"I have very little control, Malfoy. Keep that in mind when you speak." Harry turned to the kitchen now, not that he could eat anything in it.
"How did the Golden Boy become a vampire of all things?" Despite the way it sounded, Draco did choose his words carefully.
"Hell if I know." Harry shot back.
Harry had opened the fridge now and was staring into it. He realized how many nervous human habits he had. Breathing was another, he had been holding his breath for a so that Draco's scent didn't hinder him.
"What does it feel like?"
Harry turned to Draco and stared at him momentarily.
"It sucks."
Draco snickered, getting another dirty look from Harry.
"Seriously, Potter. You're going to live forever, but you have to kill people to do it. Oh, isn't that against your Golden Boy Code? How are you dealing with that?" Draco snickered again.
He knew he was making Harry angry, but it was his joy in life to be the thorn in someone's side. And he found Harry to be very entertaining.
"I don't have to kill people," Harry mumbled, "It's kind of hard finding someone who is willing to let you drink their blood knowing full and well you can snap their neck with one quick movement."
Draco wrinkled his brow at the thought of drinking blood.
"Well, you always have Mud-blood and Weasel. Though I doubt their blood would taste very good," Draco received a great laugh from this, until Harry appeared in front of him.
"What did I tell you about calling my friends names?" He snarled, still holding his breath, "Or should I try your blood. Since your blood line is so pure, it should taste pretty sweet."
Draco's heart beat wildly.
Harry grabbed Draco's wrist. Despite the blonde trying to pull away, Harry was still a hundred times stronger. Draco looked down at Harry's hand gripping his wrist tightly, then up into Harry's dark red eyes.
"Potter, what the hell?" Draco tried to pull away, but nothing was going to make Harry let go.
"But, since I know you personally. I would say your blood tasted like," Harry pulled Draco's wrist to his lips, "dark, thick oil."
Harry put his fangs onto Draco's flesh, not yet piercing. He could taste the lovely, sweet flesh that was Draco's. His mind screamed to bite him, to pierce into that pure milky skin and drink. Screamed….
"Potter," Draco screamed and pulled, his voice…desperate.
