When all the bubbles had popped they climbed out of the water and wrapped each other in the huge fluffy towels that had appeared on the heated rack. Only when Harry guided him through one of the doorways did Draco think to ask where they actually were.

What Harry told him almost blew his mind. They were in Harry's CASTLE!

CASTLE!

Draco had grown up in a mansion, but this was an actual real life castle with turrets and a moat and everything! He was giddy with excitement. All those rooms to explore …

"How do you even buy a castle?" he asked as Harry led him through twisting back –passages.

"It turned up in the family inheritance. I had a lot of time to research that sort of thing when I was turned. Blood is very important to vampires, not in a magical pureblood way, more a kind of vampire way – like how different blood types like A and O- have been mixed. It's like how people like you talk about wine."

"People like me?" Draco said, feigning offense. "I'll have you know that I don't even like wine, so … there." He finished, sticking his tongue out at his lover childishly.

Harry had to stop or he'd have tripped over, Draco looked so innocent and mischievous that Harry heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help imagining how cute Draco's children would be. It might be selfish, but Harry wouldn't be letting him go any time soon, so children were off the cards, since he couldn't get Draco pregnant.

Soon they reached a small, non-descript door and emerged into a richly furnished room that could only belong to a castle. Thick red velvet curtains hung from mahogany bed posts and the whole room simply oozed luxury and sex. Even the floorboards shined like they'd been polished with the spunk of a thousand lovers.

"I hope you don't mind the Gryffindor colour scheme," Harry said as he dropped the towel and strolled unashamedly across to the wide chest of drawers, bending down tantalisingly to rummage in the bottom drawer.

"I don't," Draco said, licking his lips as he stared at the firm globes of Harry's delectable arse. "I never told anyone, but the sorting hat actually wanted to put me in Gryffindor."

"Really?" Harry said, looking up at Draco from where he was pulling up his pyjama bottoms, even more shocked than Draco had expected.

"Yeah, but I was too scared of disappointing my father so I begged it to put me in Slytherin. If only I'd agreed, we could have had so much more time" Draco said wistfully, colouring under Harry's unwavering stare. "What is it?"

"You have no idea how close we were," Harry said, striding across and pulling Draco into his arms. "The hat wanted me in Slytherin, Dragon. It must have seen what was in our hearts. It was fate for us to be together, if only we'd been less stubborn," he chuckled.

"Yeah, but then we'd have been too wrapped up in each other to save the world," Draco said light-heartedly. "We have forever Harry, I will never leave you."

"Good. Now let's get into bed, I need to fall asleep with you, and I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

"Okay." Draco said, and he stood at the foot of the bed awkwardly as Harry got under the covers.

"Come on Dragon, get in."

"Umm, do you have any spare pyjamas?"

"Do you need them?" Harry grinned.

"Well you have them."

"Yeah? So?"

"Oh," Draco blushed prettily again, "ok" and he got into bed, settling against Harry's hard frame and clinging onto one of his defined biceps. He didn't care about being naked, it was how he normally slept anyway, and there was something about dressing (or not dressing) to please his Sire that sent a shiver down his spine.

The next morning Harry was awoken by a squirming Draco. He tried to move away but when he heard the whimpered No…please…save me Harry…Harry… he immediately pushed the covers off the sweating blonde and squeezed his hand, stroking his hair and calling his name softly, then louder when nothing happened. Finally, out of desperation, he licked across the faded scars from the first time he had tasted his mate. This brought Draco screaming out of the nightmare but he was also soon out of the bed and into the shower room, refusing to speak to or even look at Harry.

"Draco!" Harry shouted through the locked door. "Let me in this minute. Or I swear I will break this door down."

When he listened at the door, all he could hear was the steady patter of the shower but he thought there was something disrupting the pattern and he ran back into the room, scrabbling through the bedside cabinet to find his wand. When he found it he raced back across the room and cast a hurried alohamora on the handle, bursting to find a sodden Draco sitting underneath the rainfall shower with tears and water tangling on his beautiful face.

He approached slowly, feeling a horrible, sinking sense of déjà vu as he once again was faced with a distraught mate and not a clue what to do. He had tried to be gentle last time and it had worked, sort of, but now he thought it was time to take control and give Draco something to cling to.

He shut off the shower and picked up a clean towel, holding it out and telling Draco to get up. Draco's eyes were resolutely glued to the floor as he picked himself up and walked to Harry. He wrapped the towel around the shivering blonde and ordered him onto the bed. When they were sitting opposite each other, he brought Draco's chin up so they met eyes. When Draco saw how hard Harry's gaze was, he broke into even more violent sobs.

"Stop that crying Dragon. Tell me what happened."

Draco choked back his tears, hiccupping and sniffing in his haste to obey Harry. He tried to explain to Harry how, in his dream, he'd been cuffed to a bed by a shadowy figure who kept touching him and stroking where only his Sire should stroke. He had cried out for Harry but when his saviour had arrived, he had merely leaned at the foot of the bed and watched Draco being violated by the mystery man.

Draco tried to explain to Harry how scared he was in the dream and how when Harry gave the man permission to continue, Draco had felt so dirty, like he had done something to deserve it.

Harry nearly caved at that, to hear how much Draco already needed and relied on him was just staggering. But no, Draco needed to feel how much Harry valued his as his, not anyone else's. Never.

"Kneel for me here like you did before."

Draco scrabbled into position, love and need shining out of his eyes as Harry removed his trousers and stroked his cock. Then he lay back on the bed and pushed Draco's head down so his mouth settled over the thick head, and a delicate tongue poked out to lap the thick pre come up. A firm hand on the back of his head pushed him into a swift bobbing motion that set Harry's nerves on fire.

Suddenly, without warning, Harry's hand came down with a shocking but relatively gentle slap to his submissive's arse.

"You are mine Dragon. Mine. Don't ever forget that. Hear me?"

"Yes," Draco mumbled around Harry's cock.

"I said. Did. You. Hear. Me?"

"Yes Sire," Draco gasped, panting in his brief reprieve from servicing his lover.

"Good. Now make me come and perhaps I'll allow you to swallow it all."

Draco groaned at the sheer power in Harry's voice and all his fear from the night had been totally erased by how Harry was showing him how much he wanted and loved him. Maybe it was a bit twisted, but he didn't care – his whole life had been twisted by others, he wanted the chance to twist it for himself, with some help from Harry.

Draco used all the tricks he could think of to make Harry come, running his tongue over his slit, teasing the sensitive head with his teeth and taking him all the way to the back of his throat and humming lowly. Within minutes Harry's hands were roaming all over Draco's body, twisting in his hair and grasping his arse.

When he came it was explosive and right over Draco's waiting tongue.

He left Draco there to recover and stepped into the shower himself, washing himself quickly and when he came back into the bedroom he was pleased to see his Dragon still kneeling on the bed waiting for his Sire's say so.

He climbed up next to him and stroked his alabaster skin, letting him know that he could relax. Draco curled backwards into Harry and sprawled his legs on the rest of the bed. His cheeks were still puffy, but his eyes were calm and his breathing was even.

Harry had been very worried about how erratic Draco's moods had been, especially how much he'd been crying. But then he remembered how confused he'd been when he'd first been turned, and he hadn't even had to try to please anyone else. Now it was clearer to him. Draco had been messed up enough before the change, so messed up that he had thought Harry would have been better off without him, so now that he was going through a change that was mental, physical and emotional. Of course that would manifest itself traumatically. Harry just needed to give Draco structure and support and make sure he knew just how loved he was.

They talked quietly, not about the events of the morning, just going over the conversation that Harry had interrupted in the bath, not that Draco had minded. He learned that crucifixes had no effect, he could keep his appearance immaculate with a mirror and stakes were to be avoided at all costs. He needed to feed at the very least once a week from his Sire, or he would grow weak and eventually die, and every other day he needed a cup from the donor bank, which delivered to Harry's door.

If there was anything else it was lost when they were interrupted again by a scrambling at the door. It sounded like massive claws were carving into the wood and Draco crushed into Harry, screaming at the shock of the assault. Harry just laughed and wandlessly commanded the door to open, letting in an oversized bundle of black fur and energy.

The dog threw itself onto the bed and Harry laughed, scrubbing his hands through the soft, tousled fur and kissing the top of the big, slobbery face. Draco was still firmly seated behind Harry, keeping the man between himself and the creature. He had never liked dogs and this one was really quite a dog.

"Draco. Say hello to Orion. He's been looking after me in this big old home," Harry smiled, taking Draco's hand and running it through the thick fur. The squeal when a smooth tongue licked his fingers was almost ear splitting but the cute giggle when Orion leapt off the bed in panic more than made up for it.

Although they didn't know it yet, Draco and Orion would soon become firm friends, since they'd both do anything for their master.