Draco Malfoy's POV
Whispers.
"He's lost a lot of blood, Serverus."
"But that's nothing, surly a blood replenishing potion-?"
Where was he?
"That's not the point Serverus, I'm only saying this because I don't want to see more like him come in here."
"He gave no clues, not even in his mind. I would never-"
What had he done?
"Serverus." Madame Pomfrey said sharply. "He's extreme loss of blood was not from the cuts on his forearms. Those cuts were supefuicial - looked impress but would clott before kill. His loss of blood was very much against his will, much more supernatural than suicide. I've identified two punctures on his neck."
A vampire? Is that what she was implying? How-?
The words were left hanging in the air.
Draco slipped into unconciousness again, he remembered. Potter.
"The Slytherins have been looking a bit lost lately, don't you reckon?"
"Huh. With out their precious Malfoy around, don't you mean 'Mione?"
"It's actually a bit worrying, Ron. Malfoy's been in the Hospitable Wing for two days now."
"Probably faking it. What ever 'it' is. Why do care anyway?"
"Well, I don't too much. But, well, something must be seriously wrong."
Harry listened in on his friends banter, hoping like hell that they couldn't tell how nervous he was. It wasn't just that Malfoy had been in the Hospitable Wing for so long, it was the whole Malfoy deal. Had he told anyone? Had anyone guessed? Which of the teachers already know about him? Perhaps... Tonight... After he's drunk... Maybe he'd pay Malfoy a little vist. He just hoped he could be as de Lioncourt as he was that night.
Draco Malfoy's POV
A sound. He's eyes flickered open in response. Again. It was an odd sound, like it was accidently-on-purpose or something. He flicked his eyes to his right. Nothing. Draco turned his head to the left, and his body jumped away from the sight. Potter sat - no. Potter was perched on the bedside table, watching him. Potter was dragging his gaze all over him.
"Who have you told?" Potter's voice was soft, almost calming.
"N- no one."
Potter narrowed his eyes. They were brighter, more radiant than before.
"No one? Oh come on. You're not so stupid as to not no what, what happened."
A triumphant feeling bloomed in his chest.
"Oh, I know. I know what you are."
There was a pause.
"You've really told no one?"
Draco had a feeling he was going to regret saying that. He only managed a nod for a reply.
"Good. Keep it that way."
"Or what?"
Draco could feel Potter staring into his eyes and suddenly those sharp, glimmering emeralds were barely inches from his own duller eyes and he could feel himself pinned to the flimsy hospital bed by Potter body and various limbs.
"Or I'll finish what I started. Or I'll kidnapp you and drink a small bit from you each night. Or I'll force you to jump off the astromony tower. Or maybe I'll do something worse. Take your pick."
The mortal under Harry was shivering, and it was highly doubtful that it was from temperature.
Perhaps I over did it. Harry considered.
"F-fine, I w-won't t-tell." Malfoy stuttered.
"Good." Harry breathed out with a humid breath.
He breathed in, and found a scent starting to line his mouth. Salt, moisture. Malfoy was sweating. Harry breathed deeply again, salt was an excellent reminder of human blood. His father had told him once, that licking a bbit of salt would put you in the mood for a drink.
Harry's lips were resting on Malfoy's neck.
How did that happen? How well...
His smooth lips could feel the sweat. His tongue darted out, now he could taste the saltiness. Harry opened his jaws just the slightest, scraping his teeth on the mortals bare neck.
Draco Malfoy's POV
Draco could feel what must've been Potter's fangs on his neck.
No oh no, not again, please not again!
The vampire was practically laying on top of him. It was almost a rather sensual manner, with a knee between his legs, one hand spread on his chest and the other softly holding his side. Then he felt the vampire freeze. He must've heard something. There came a whisper in his ear.
"Remember; tell no one."
And the only evidence that Potter had ever been there that night was Draco's own profuse sweating and exellerated heartbeat.
Madame Pomfrey walked down the aisles, a regular check-up, Draco guessed.
Now back up in his own bed, Harry reflected.
That was too close. I can't believe I almost drank from him - again!
He would have to be more careful, especially with Malfoy getting out of the Hospital Wing tomorrow.
And YAY! another chapter! I'm liking this. Wow, chapter nine...
P.S: The Italics at the start are meant to be like that - it show that Draco's mainly in dreamland.
I'll try do more soon.
And don't worry! There will be more Vamp!Harry/Draco action.
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