Harry found himself lucky that Snape and Draco followed him out of the Hall. A few steps down the corridor, he stumbled and would have fallen had it not been for Snape's strong arms around his middle and Draco's hand on his arm. Growling slightly, he pushed Snape away and continued down the hall, only to be stopped again by Draco's voice.

"How is it that me and Snape can touch you when Weasel and the Mudblood cant even come within 10 ft. of you?" His voice was cool as always, but when Harry looked into his eyes, there was a glint that meant he was truly curious. Harry looked at Snape.

"Is there a place we can go to have this conversation? I don't trust the Slytherin Common room further then I can throw it and anyone can listen in here."

He glanced back at Snape and Draco with a raised eyebrow before Snape nodded and took off down to the dungeons. Draco glanced at Harry, thinking it might be too much for the boy…no, the man to go down into the dungeons again after his summer, but Harry showed no sign of this, in fact his face was completely clear of any emotion. After a few minutes they came to a portrait of tall, slim black haired man who bore remarkable resemblance to Snape. He had the same dark, intense eyes and facial structure but his nose was smaller, pointed, and more dainty. Snape leaned close to the painting and whispered his password. The man looked down at the three and nodded once before the picture swung forward, revealing Severus Snape's most private sanctuary. His personal rooms.

Harry and Draco stepped inside, looking around. The rooms were tasteful, and dark. Instead of the expected green and silver scheme, the room was covered in soft, earth tones with a hint silver adding to it. There was a large, roaring fireplace centered on the wall across from the door with an over stuffed chair in front of it. Around it were two matching chairs and a coffee table of a dark, chocolaty wood. Behind the seating area was a small table, in the same wood as the coffee table, with enough seats for three. In the corner directly to the right of the door was a desk, covered, already, in rolls or parchment and several bottle of ink, a thick book and one, silvery white quill. Overfilled bookshelves lined the visible walls, but very few of the books seemed to be potions manuals. The walls were painted a dark, almost black, brown. Instead of stone, the floor was covered in thick, soft, black carpeting. Upon looking at it, Draco wanted immediately take off his shoes and sink his toes into the carpeting. A movement to the right of him caught his attention and he watched as Potter made his way unsteadily over to the table and sank into a chair, resting his forehead against the table and closing his eyes.

Draco saw his godfather eyebrows crease and wondered what was going on. Severus obviously knew more then he did and was worried about something concerning Potter. Draco looked around again before taking a seat next to Potter, while looking at his godfather as he walked around his rooms, gathering a goblet, a vial full of dull red potion a book and a small, silvery bell. After taking off his teaching robes and draping them across the back of his desk chair, he sat down in the last seat at the table and glared at Potter, though it held none of its usual hate.

"How long had it been since you've any decent blood, Potter?" Snape uncorked the vial and poured the contents into the goblet then set it down in front of the young man he used to despise. Potter raised his head, looking as if it was the most tiring thing he had ever done, grabbed to goblet and drained it before setting it down and looking at Snape.

"About two weeks. We couldn't catch any new muggles and all the ones in the coven were already claimed." Here he sneered. "No one was willing to share precious blood, even if it was with the Boy-Who-Lived or a starving fledgling." Snape made an impatient noise and frowned, looking at Draco. His frown deepened as he looked back at Harry. After a few moments of silence, he seemed to have come to a decision. He started to unbutton the wrists of his soft white shirt and he scooted his chair closer to Harry's. Holding his unblemished wrist out in front of the boys face his gave an order.

"Drink." The look and Harry's face was one of shock then fear.

"Sir, I couldn't, not from a Elder such as…" He was cut off by Snape's growl then carefully took the wrist in his hand and, with one last scared look at Severus' face, opened his mouth, extended his fangs and slid them into the vein in Snape's (1) wrist. Draco's startled gasp was cut off by a venomous look from Severus and soft moan from Harry. Draco looked over at Harry and was startled by what he saw. Harry had wrapped one pale, long fingered hand around Severus' wrist; the other was tangled Severus' shirt. The look in Harry's face was one of pure bliss. Draco could see Harry's throat working and the glazed look in Severus' eyes, which cleared in a few seconds. Severus' put his other hand on Harry's shoulder and leaned closer to him.

"Harry, childe, let go. You can't drain me. If you take too much, you'll get sick." His voice was soothing and low. Harry's eyes slowly slide open, his throat stopped working at he pulled back from Severus' wrist, licking gently at the puncture marks left behind then pulled back altogether. Severus' moved his hand to the top of Harry's head and a look of distaste crossed his features. "You need a shower and sleep childe. Come on." He got up and led Harry to a door nearly hidden by one of the bookshelves, pushing it open and gently steering Harry inside. "There's a pair of pajama's in the cupboard, feel free to use them. There are towels in here as well. Take as long as you wish to, I'll be waiting out here for you." Harry looked at him for several seconds before nodding and closing the door behind him.

Once the door closed, Severus' seemed to sag with weariness. Draco, seeing his godfather was about to fall over, quickly got up and steered him over to the couch.

"Severus, what just happened? Why did Harry react like that when you told him to drink from you? Why could we touch him and not his…friends? What's going on?" Draco looked almost worried. The questions spilled out before he could even consider the answers. Severus looked at Draco out of he corner of his eye before closing them and leaning his head back on the couch.

"Draco, come back tomorrow after classes. Harry and I both need rest and neither of us is in any shape to answer questions. You will tell no one what you saw tonight, ever. Do you understand?" Draco nodded and stood up. He was reluctant to leave. Neither of the men looked to be in the best shape, but he trusted his godfather's word. He bid Severus a brief good night before sweeping out of the room to his own rooms. That night, he had trouble falling asleep, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the look of pure ecstasy on Potters face and it brought other, unwanted, images to mind.


(1) From this point on, Severus will be Severus unless they are in class or one of the other students are talking to him.

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