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Mine

The blood scented wonderfully, and saliva pooled in his mouth. He wanted, he craved. The man's skin was the colour of honey, a light golden brown. His eyes were green, darker than emerald but bright with intelligence. His hair, jet black and messy on his head, was the perfect length to grip and hold in place.

Severus knew he shouldn't, knew that this particular man should be entirely off limits, but the scent of him, aged into perfection, was too strong to resist.

He followed him through the cobbled streets, sticking to the shadows with ease. Why Potter was travelling alone, Severus didn't know, but it worked to his advantage regardless. He'd come to France to avoid seeing those that had known him when he'd been naught but a mortal.

Potter was the last person he'd expected to run into on the old streets of Montmartre.

Severus watched carefully when Potter entered a hotel, and with a quick wave of his hand, he changed his appearance enough to follow the man inside and up the staircase.

He had no plan as to how to get Potter to agree to let Severus feed from him, but he'd use force if he really had to. Never had someone's blood called to him so strongly before. He had no intention of killing the Man Who Won, of course, and he'd ensure he left no trace of his presence behind but…

He simply couldn't control this need.

Oddly, Potter left the door to his suite open just a crack. Severus frowned but pushed the door further open.

Potter was sitting on the bed, his wand on the sheets beside him. His hands were folded in his lap, and he was watching Severus with a curious glint in his eyes.

"You knew I was following you," Severus said, as he stepped into the suite and closed the door behind him.

"Of course I did. You've been following me for almost an hour."

"And you let me? Have you lost your mind, Potter?"

Potter snorted. "Always protecting me, even from yourself. I was… curious. So yes, I let you. This… explains a lot, though I would like the details, if you don't mind."

"And if I do?"

Potter shrugged. "Then I suppose I'll remain forever curious."

"Sanguini found me, in the Shack," Severus said after a long moment of charged silence. "He turned me, rather than drain me. He's never explained why but… I suppose I don't have the room to question the one who saved me."

Potter nodded slowly. "Fair enough. We looked, afterwards, but obviously we didn't find you. I've always wondered."

Snape nodded. He'd seen the many Prophet articles in the immediate aftermath, questioning what happened to him.

"Well, you followed me for a reason," Potter said then, tilting his head slightly to offer a better look at his neck.

"Potter… you can't just offer your neck to a vampire. Do you have a death wish?!"

"Was there another reason for following me, if not to drink from me?" Potter asked, brow furrowing slightly.

"Well, no, but that's hardly the—"

"I have a lot of sightseeing planned for tomorrow," Potter interrupted. "And since it's entirely likely that I'll sleep like the dead once you're done, sooner would be better than later."

The offer was too much, and Severus could no longer hold himself back. He moved forwards until he was leaning over Potter.

"Relax," he whispered, before his teeth sunk into the unblemished skin. The blood was even better on his tongue than it had been in his nostrils, and a feeling of pure elation filled him as he drank until he was full.

Pulling back, he licked over the puncture wounds to close them, and helped Potter lay back on the bed with his head against the pillows.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Potter opened his eyes long enough to smile dazedly up at him. "Mine."

Severus blinked down at him but he was already asleep. And yet… the single word made sense. The scent, the elation, the… need. He'd never felt that before, not with anyone or for anyone.

Severus rubbed a hand over his face. When he'd been doomed to eternal life, he'd never expected… this.

Not with Potter.

He couldn't take the young man's life like that. He couldn't…

But the thought of leaving was a physical pain, and he instinctively knew that no other would satisfy him in the way Harry did.

Severus looked at the sleeping man and felt himself soften. Harry had been right.

"Mine."

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Auction - Vampire

365 - 74. Eternal

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