A/N: Alright then, another chapter for you. A grand big Thank You to whitetyger123 and TheXDarknessXWithinXMe. I'm glad you are both enjoying the story and thank you very much for your support!
Also, thanks to all you who alterted and favourited this story.
Onward to chapter eleven!
Warnings: More neckin' and some sillyness and Harry makes very poor judgements.
.XI.
Harry jerked back, face red. "I was not… not… doing that… with him! I was trying to save him!" Harry pointed dramatically at the, well already pale but now practically transparent! Malfoy.
"Severus?" the blond boy asked. The question, idiotic in its own way, was ignored.
"Save him? Do you not think that I was fully aware of his entrance into my house earlier today? That I would rend my own godson for the sake of a few measly drops and a one way ticket to a second, more painful, death?"
The silky sound of Snape speaking both chilled Harry, like always, and warmed him as it brought back the much more recent memories of blood exchange. His face, if possible, grew hotter to the point of radiating heat.
"Well, but I thought the," a quick glance at Malfoy still staring morbidly at Snape, "you know, sleep prevented you from… uh."
"Ah, Yes. The spectacular ability for eloquence. I'd forgotten what being on the receiving end was like."
"You're alive?" Malfoy asked a little louder into the small silence, though it was once more ignored.
"Yeah, well aren't you all snark and roses? I thought I was doing you a favour since you didn't want to go longer than two days-"
"And I suppose you're self imposed house arrest was not a reason at all to once more venture out your door."
"Why you bloody…"
"Let us talk about blood, yes. I'd like that," Snape leered in return and Harry caught a glimpse of a single pointed fang. He gulped as his arousal came rushing back.
"What the hell is going on?" Malfoy yelled, apparently fed up with being ignored. Both Harry and Snape turned to the one teenager completely out of the loop.
"Mind your tone when speaking to me, Draco." Snape said silkily as his undead eyes remained unblinkingly fixed to his godson's face.
Harry snorted at the almost chastised looked that fell over Malfoy but was quickly silenced when a glared turned on him.
"I just want to understand, Severus." Malfoy whispered; his head only slightly bowed in submission. "What is he doing here?"
Snape straightened his back. "Mr. Potter has obviously deemed it necessary to bring me my meal here in my home rather than allow me to, shall I say, eat out."
This time he flashed both fangs, in full light, the yellowed electric bulb, and full view of Malfoy, who gaped right back.
"Damn, I never would have guessed that those rumours were true." Malfoy sounded awed and very impressed. Well, he would, when confronted with a powerful, dark creature that had no known interest in killing him.
Harry snorted again and was this time ignored as Snape took his turn to glare at his godson.
"There is no truth to that blasted rumour! Use your brain for once, child! I was buried in unholy ground, there, in the yard." Snape turned his head minutely to the window which showed a barely visible view of the church yard, and nodded.
Malfoy gapped then smacked his head. "Those idiots!"
"My sentiments exactly!" Harry exclaimed, and then slammed a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from agreeing with anymore of what Malfoy says.
Malfoy looked annoyed and Snape had a well concealed trace of amusement in the back of his eyes. "What about him?" Malfoy asked, jerking his thumb towards Harry.
The amusement became more noticeable and Harry grew uneasy. "That is my meal."
Malfoy's eyes widened and he stared in horror at Snape before whipping his head around to Harry. "Oh fuck." He whispered. "I'm going to Azkaban after all if I witness this…"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't be a drama queen, Malfoy. Let's get this over with Snape." With that, Harry pushed passed Snape and swept out the door. He headed for the stairs but stopped as a hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up.
"This way," Snape said, firmly guiding Harry away from the stairs. He snuck a quick peek at the room which was now occupied by Malfoy, but the door was firmly shut. Harry relaxed and allowed his body to be guided to another bedroom, this one furnished with a single bed.
Snape released Harry upon entering the room and closed the door behind him. He waved at the walls. "A silencing charm, if you please." He sneered. "You were quite… vocal last time."
Harry blushed as his arousal, undampened by the confrontation, pulsed in excitement. The tingling in his stomach grew and leaked southward. Flicking his wand and muttering the correct incantation, Harry dropped it on the floor and left it to be buried by his pullover, shirt and trainers. Standing in nothing but warn black socks and trousers a bit too big, Harry shifted, unsure of how to proceed.
Snape did nothing but raise a single, sardonic eyebrow at the apparent eagerness of the teen before gliding closer. He bent his head to the side of Harry's neck without preamble and licked. Harry shivered at the warm, wet muscle siding over his flushed skin. He moaned aloud at the prick of pain as twin fangs slid home and then the seal formed by the lips and the harsh suction as blood was drawn from the wound.
Harry was pressed against the bed, gripping tightly to Snape's shoulders, preventing himself from relaxing upon it and forcing his body to stay taut and stiff to keep as much contact with the vampire as he could manage. His eyes closed and his gasps of breath turned into desperate pants and his hips jerked against Snape's for friction. Snape shifted once, efficiently causing Harry to lose his balance and fall to the bed where he followed, proving with one strategically placed thigh that this position was much more conducive. Harry moaned louder as he reached his peak and fell, crashing to the ground just as Snape gave his neck a final lick.
Snape brought up one long pale hand and tore into his own skin, allowing Harry to drink uninhibited. Only moments later, Snape pulled away and left the room. Harry didn't notice, however. He allowed the combinations of the sensory stimulations and blood pull him swiftly under, enjoying the lassitude and warmth of his body. Harry fell asleep.
A hand on his shoulder woke him up. The sky outside was complete dark, making the glare from the light harsh against Harry's eyes. He hissed and rolled over, hiding his face.
"Shit, Potter. Wake up!"
"Turn off the damn light, idiot." Harry bit out, voice muffled by the pillow.
The light was extinguished and Harry instantly relaxed. He looked up, seeing the luminous blond hair of Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Harry snapped, sitting up and feeling his underwear pull uncomfortably over his groin. He groaned.
"Are you okay? I thought that Snape… well he…"
"He fed, I'm safe. Now will you leave me alone? I need to shower." Harry rubbed a hand over his neck, wincing in disgust as he encountered sticky, not dried blood.
Malfoy's eyes followed the movement, squinting slightly as if trying to see better. Harry stared at the blond for a long moment, trying to discover what he was thinking. One thing he could tell, Malfoy was terrified. He was a bloody, blubbering baby. Harry was sure that if he saw the actual act in play, he would snap from what little mental stability he had and go mad. Weak was the word whispered in his brain.
Malfoy looked down carefully, plucking at his shirt then looked to the floor at his socks. He pointed down. "What colour are those?"
Harry screwed up his face. "Your socks? What on earth are you playing at?" Harry sneered, the expression startling unfamiliar. "Are you colour blind, Malfoy? Your pureblood inbreeding do damage to your genes that you can't tell what the colour blue is anymore?"
"Blue?" Malfoy asked and Harry chuckled.
"You are colour blind aren't you?" Harry asked in faked amazement.
"It's like pitch in here, Potter. So unless you could always see in the dark, I think there is something more urgent than the question of genealogy to address." Malfoy shifted uneasily. "Severus left. He said he was going to get fresh air and possibly a midnight snack."
Harry started violently. "He can't-"
"Merlin, Potter. Take a joke, will you? No way he would be that stupid." Malfoy hastened to say and scoffed lightly then sobered. "How long?"
Harry blinked. "What?"
"How long have you been feeding Severus?" Malfoy clarified as his face grew intense.
Harry glared. "What's it to you?"
Malfoy leapt forward, gripping Harry's bare shoulders tightly in his hands. "If you think for one moment, Potter, that you are safe here, think again! I won't kill you because Severus would murder me if I do, but that doesn't mean that I can't hurt you. Now tell me, how long?"
Harry gulped and Malfoy released him, retreating only a couple of steps. Harry put his hands up on his shoulders, rubbing out the feeling of the other boy's hands upon them. "A week? No… less, I think. This is the- uh- third feeding. He, uh, woke up on the, the second." Harry stepped back as Malfoy stepped forward.
"And he feeds you each time?" he demanded.
Harry stumbled and looked down, realizing that he tripped over his own shirt and shoes. His wand rolled out. He debated whether or not he could snatch it before Malfoy noticed.
"Does he?"
"Yeah, yeah he does!" Harry yelled. "I also take blood replenisher if you're so interested in my health!"
Malfoy wrinkled his nose then turned away. "You reek, Potter. Go take your shower." He turned around and swept out the door.
Harry frowned and shook his head, picking up his fallen clothes and wand before going to search out the bathroom.
After finding one bathroom without a shower, Harry nearly gave up. The house, while being quite small, was laid out in the most confusing manner. It almost remained Harry of Hogwarts. Almost. However, after one glance at his blood splattered reflection and the sudden need to repress the urge to vomit (Harry didn't even want to contemplate how easy it was to repress!) He decided his need for cleanliness demanded the discovery of a proper bathroom.
In the end, he found it on the ground floor, just left of the kitchen. Why a bathroom would be stationed there, he had no idea. When he emerged from the shower, wearing clothes that have gone through so many Scourgifies that they began to fray, it was to find Malfoy sitting at the table with two steaming cups and a vial of deep red liquid. Harry shook the still damp hair from his eyes and sat down slowly, eyeing both vial, cup and Malfoy with suspicion.
"I'm not stupid, you know." Malfoy spoke when the silence grew tangible.
Harry raised his brows. "Neither am I," he replied.
Malfoy rolled his eyes, picked up the cup resting in front of Harry and, keeping his eyes on the dark haired teen, took a slow, defiant sip. He made a show of swallowing the steaming liquid with the barest of winces before setting it back where it was.
Harry narrowed his eyes and picked up the cup, sniffing it carefully, as if he would recognize the scent of some poison or other but only taking in the scent of very strong coffee. He took a sip, though with a grimace.
"It needs sugar." Harry stated, before even putting the cup down. "And cream."
Malfoy shrugged and drank from his own cup before gesturing to the vial. "Better drink that, even if you don't need it. A little extra won't hurt you."
"Why?"
Malfoy didn't answer, only stared at Harry in an eerily disturbing way.
"Okay then, Malfoy. Tell Snape he can come to me next seeing as I'm not welcome here." Harry stood, leaving cup and vial where they sat. He bent forward to level his face with Malfoy's. "It was not a pleasure."
He straightened and turned to leave.
"Wait." It was quiet and slightly sullen but Harry turned back, waiting impatiently for Malfoy to continue. He didn't.
"I don't have time for these games!" Harry burst out, suddenly. "What do you want?"
Malfoy looked down at the cup nestled in his hands. "I know what you did for Snape," he said quietly. "I- thank you for … helping him. He- you didn't have to. You owe nothing."
Harry released a pent up breath and stalked back over to his chair, sitting down roughly. "I owe more to him than you would believe." He mumbled, not sure if Malfoy heard him or not. He took a breath. "Blame it on my ignorance, then. I didn't mean to… it all happened to… and he just…" a short pause and then, "You should be thanking Snape, not me. If he didn't stop… I guess it was just his instinct to protect me." Harry mumbled the last.
"You guess correctly." Both Harry and Malfoy turned their heads to the looming presence instantaneously filling the room. Snape stood, imposing and impeccable just inside the door leading to the back. His black eyes flickered between the two teens and he smirked. "If only I had known what it would take for you to behave in the company of the other sooner." He said, mockingly. His eyes hardened and fixed, unblinkingly, on Harry. "I would have thought you would have taken leave by now. Do so." Harry remained where he was, confusion etching its way across his face. "Immediately," was added in that odd little hiss, an aspect belonging only to the vampire.
Harry rolled his eyes and slowly stretching, arching his neck and displaying the pale column to Snapes sharp gaze. "See you later, Draco." He drawled. He took a couple of steps nearer Snape.
"Don't be a fool, Potter." Malfoy whispered urgently behind him but Harry paid him no heed, and kept his eyes fastened to Snape's face.
"Yes, Harry. Do not play the fool, even though it comes abnormally natural to you." Snape responded silkily, intrigue written clear across his brow.
Harry smirked, having little to no idea what possessed him to act so frivolously toward Snape. The thought that it might be, well, dangerous to antagonize a vampire never entered his mind until he actually left the house. But at that moment, Harry relaxed his stance, looking up at Snape who still towered over him impressively and inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of the undead. It was intoxicating!
"See you soon, Professor." He breathed, fluttering his eyelashes and tilting his head just so to better display the juncture of his neck and the large artery he could feel fluttering away under the old scars.
Harry slipped out the door and walked perhaps twenty paces before coming up short. He spun back to face the house he just left and stared in horror. "Oh shit!"
He quickly spun on the spot and apparated away.
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