Disclaimer: I know of her, she knows of you, and you want to sue me… and everybody's okay with this? See those Fs? Look at them, then fuck off.

A/N: Look at me, I could be Grease Lightning! Vampiric is a word if I say it is, so spell-check can bugger off to hell.

ps- I actually posted this before labour day but apparently ff isn't my friend so no one could see my update.

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Chapter 13: And our bodies left to burn

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He's here! He's here! Alive!

"Oh my God!" With joy filling up inside him (and no room left for sanity) Harry runs at Draco, knocking the chair over backwards.

"Friggin' ow…" Draco mutters from underneath.

Straddling his legs, Harry pulls Draco up into a sitting position. For a moment, he merely stares, searching his lover for any traces of trauma or illness. Finding none, he takes hold of Draco's head and kisses him fiercely.

Initially, upon seeing Harry, Draco had started to ready the explanation he would have to supply. But he hadn't expected to be jumped.

To Hell with explanations!

This happens now.

Draco pulls himself away from the chair to lean against the wall. Harry scoots forward on his lap and he can't help but shiver. He locks his arms around Harry's waist. They're mouths open to each other in unison, their tongues sliding together. It is so perfect, his emotions are pitched and mmm, this mortal's heart is racing…

"I thought you were gone." Harry whispers fervently. Both men quickly discard their shirts. Hands begin tingling along sensitive spots and bare skin presses together.

Harry breaks the kiss in favour of teasing his way along Draco's neck. He moves down, letting his tongue trace Draco's collar- to which Draco makes a small noise of appreciation. The two freeze when Harry's lips pass over something foreign.

"It's your scar…" He says solemnly. "What did-"

No. Draco can't to let this moment be ruined. Please, let the drama wait. He passes his tongue along one of his fangs, so that blood fills his mouth. In a move that Clark Gable would be proud of, he brings Harry roughly into another kiss.

The blood hits Harry's mouth and warms every inch of his flesh. It amplifies his senses-making each touch, each breath, each twitch of his body more heated and satisfying.

Draco smiles at the haze that comes to Harry's eyes.

"Wow…" Harry says dreamily.

"I read that in an Anne Rice book once and I've always wanted to try it."

"Book-nerd."

"Harry…" Draco says, resting fingers on those blood-stained lips, "could I-"

"Yes."

Harry urges Draco to lie down, seeking out that enthralling taste once again. Nicking Harry's tongue, Draco feels his eyes sting at the memory of his first taste of this blood. He pushes the thought away. This blood… enticing, warm-- given in love and desire, no memory linked with this taste can ever be regretted.

I love you so god damn much…

More of this feeling, more of it! Oh, there can never be enough…

Harry pulls away, resting his head on Draco's shoulder.

"What?" Draco asks, cupping his flushed face. "What's the matter?"

"Need… air…" Harry gasps, turning to look at his love with a broad grin. "You take a lot out of me, you know…"

"Not yet I haven't." Draco replies, rolling over to be on top.

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"I want… my pants…" Draco gropes around until his fingers find a belt loop. Harry tries to stop him in a feeble, teasing manner.

"No, I don't want you in pants yet." He murmurs against Draco's back.

"Too bad. I want me in pants, my ass is freezing."

"Oh Draco… You and your delicate ass."

"And whose fault is that?" He retorts, turning around.

Harry laughs. He brings his forehead to press against Draco's. He starts playing with the blonde's hair, despite the fact that it drives him crazy.

Draco lets him.

"Well, that was a first." Harry comments with a grin.

"What are you talking about?" Draco replies. "We've shagged."

"True. But I've never shagged a vamp before."

"You better not have! So how was it?"

"Mmm, disorienting." Harry glances down for an instant. "And do you know what else?"

"What?"

"Those aren't your pants."

Draco exhales slowly, becoming sombre. This isn't the sort of moment he wants to destroy. Still, he's aware that he can't put this off any longer. Time is winding down.

"In a few minutes, it's not going to matter."

"What?" Harry says warily, immediately recognising that ominous tone.

"I'm sorry. I was being selfish. I didn't want to say anything- it felt so good just to be with you like nothing had ever happened…" He shuts his eyes, trying to keep the pain at bay. Harry softly embraces him, slipping his head beneath Draco's chin.

"It's not selfish. It's exactly how I felt. Just tell me what's wrong."

"This is wrong." Draco says, sighing heavily. "This place- isn't with the living."

"Snape's flat?"

"Cute Harry, but no. You were in Severus's flat before, I suppose… which would explain why it looks that way. This… is a space for the dead."

Harry's heart falters. He tightens his arms around Draco as if he might suddenly vanish.

"So you are dead." He says sadly.

"Yes- um, no? Maybe… I don't really know."

"Now I'm confused." 'You're not alone…'

"Well it was a killing curse, so I should have died. But then again, I shouldn't have, because I'm a vampire; immortal and all that."

"Which means?"

"Before, I thought it meant I was stuck here. In between. But what with Daniel's death and now you coming here, I'm beginning to believe I have a chance."

"Hey." Harry pulls back a bit to be face to face with Draco. "How did you know Daniel was dead?"

"I saw him go by. It was sort of like being by the window when someone takes off on their broom. He looked, um… blood-soaked."

"Yeah, Mike let the other vampires kill him."

"Mike?" It's Draco's turn for a surprise. "He came to the tower?"

"You know him?"

"Sort of. He was in my dream that night in the tower. He had a handkerchief that-"

"Never gets dirty?" Harry finishes.

"Shit. He knows something-" Draco pauses, feeling their separation approaching. "Okay, you'll need to find him when you get back, he might know what to do…"

"When I get back?"

"Shhh. Quickly, was my body destroyed?"

"No…"

"Where is it?"

"Y-you're in the spare room"

"Alright, that might be part of it. Severus knows that I'm to be cremated with vampiric rites… you can't let him do it."

"How do I-"

"Just tell him the truth."

"Draco, he won't-" Harry's complaint is cut-off by a kiss.

"I love you." Draco says softly, putting his hand over Harry's eyes.

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"Potter?" Harry's head snaps up at the sound of that voice. He finds himself lying on the floor in Severus's spare room. Draco's arm is dangling inanimately from the bed.

Harry stands up, facing said owner of the spare room. The windows behind him reveal it to be dusk.

"How long have you been lying there?" Serevus speaks without anger. In fact his tone seems to hold a twinge of… sympathy? Impossible.

"I really don't know…" Harry's expression seems somewhat vacant. "I have to tell you-"

"Not in here." Severus says pointedly. Harry nods. He steps out into the living area. He looks briefly over his shoulder as Severus closes the door, and then does a double-take.

"Severus, your lip is bleeding." He says, gesturing at the blood on the man's face.

Severus licks his bottom lip quickly and looks away.

"No it isn't."

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A/N: I think I deserve it…

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