AN: hm... Not sure what rating this chapter warrants. Is it a hard PG-13 or a light R? Decided to place the story in R, just to be on the safe side (especially for ff . net)... It's hard to write a story cleaner than NC but dirtier than PG-13. :author sighs: (not that I wanted to write NC. I'm a lightly squeamish writer)
helpful criticism welcome (this is the first time I've written anything that might not be pg-13. but than what do you expect from a nineteen year old girl/woman who hasn't even dated. why can't I find a someone that I like and actually likes me back!!! I have no life...)
PLEASE GIVE CRITICISM ON THIS CHAPTER (so if it's badly written I can edit and replace it before it gets read too many times)
Questions (please help me by answering, after you read the chapter.)
What do you think? Is it PG-13 or R?
Also, who do you I should put Hermione with? (I already have someone in mind for Ron.)
Which nickname name should Draco call Harry? (please, read chapter before answering)
Skin against skin blood and bone You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in now you're here Driven by hate consumed by fear -Papa Roach
If I stretch out my hand, the smile I reach is fleeting If I close my eyes, I want to hold Your vanishing body once more in my wons Because I can't forget that time, that place where we met... -Gackt
Harry sat in the bath chewing on another peace of fruit, an apricot this time. Apparently, they, his vampire captors, were giving him foods "high in iron".
He had told Draco he had wanted to bathe before he got dressed to go out. Mostly, it had been a ploy to get a moment to himself. Draco had placed the fruit in his hand after walking Harry back to his room, which, Draco hoped, would have a vacancy soon.
/I'm finally alone./ Harry thought as he slowly sank into the hot water. He knew that he should have been enjoying that time alone, but, truthfully, he just felt lonely.
Sighing, Harry tossed the rest of the apricot into the nearest trashcan.
He began to wash himself when he felt something odd. Some of the skin on his back was raised. Harry stood and turned his back to the mirror. Looking over his shoulder, he saw nothing. He stepped out of the tub and walked closer to it. There it was! He could barely see it, but there was something on his back. Some type of picture. /just another thing/ He sighed to himself. If Draco was behind this...
"I'm not!" Harry heard yelled from the other side of the door.
He quickly let out the water and dressed before slamming open the door. "Stay out of my mind."
"Sorry."
/no you're not./
"I am! I just don't want be apart from you." Draco had been sitting on the bed, as had been since he had left to get dressed.
Harry fell into a stupor, stumbling back against the bathroom door, as Draco got up. Leather! Tight leather pants with a high-necked leather vest taut against his chest. /He isn't wearing underwear.../ Harry thought to himself, as he felt his eyes being drawn to the other boys exposed hips.
Draco smirked to himself. He had known this outfit would get Harry up. "I like your clothes too, for what it's worth, Arris." He did. They suited him.
Harry just nodded mildly. He wished that he owned something like that. Not to wear all the time, but on occasion...
Harry felt almost... infantile in his blue jeans and white t-shirt. Said blue jeans were giving him problems now...
/Arris?/ "A new nickname for me, Draco?" /What is it with you and giving me nicknames?/
"Yes." Draco expression turned wilful. "I rather like having my own name for you. You didn't like me calling you Sweetness, though you are-"
"It sounded like you were thinking of me as if I was a... cake, or something!" Harry stared at him exasperated.
"Well, you are. Besides, I'm sure no one else calls you 'Arris'. I'll be the only one!" Draco smiled brightly. He was feeling giddy; Harry was talking to him.
"I am too. I don't even know where 'Arris' came from."
"What's your full name?"
/What?/ "Um... Harris Michael P- Oh... Harris." Harry felt stupid.
"Let's go!" Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
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Harry lounged against the grass, leaning on his arms while looking out at the small lake that was on the castle grounds. Draco had decided to take a swim and had just gotten up.
Unfortunately, for Harry, fortunate for Draco, Harry soon found out that he was right. Draco had not been wearing anything under his leather.
/I will not go over there. He does not tempt me. I will not go over there!/
Harry had almost bitten his tongue while he watched the leather slide smoothly down a rather supple... ass. Harry couldn't think of another way to say it. Bottom couldn't define it. Neither could backside or posterior...
/I-I refuse to... go... over... there.../
Harry tried everything to not run after the strange boy. He was loosing quickly. All he could think about was...
After waiting about 10 more seconds, he launched himself at the other boy, who had been folding his clothes by the water.
"It took you long enough," Draco said breathily as he felt the other boy firmly attach himself to his mouth; Draco returned the same enthusiasm as he wrapped arms around the other boy's waist, trying to pull him closer.
"...uh-huh..." Harry tried to say without separating himself from Draco's mouth.
Draco felt as the other boy's hand groped lower, lightly feeling down his chest and stomach, past the pale curls until it had wrapped all the way around him. Draco shuddered at the feel of Harry stroking him. He continued to kiss him, his lips moving lower down the contour of Harry's face until he found what he was looking for. Licking softly at Harry's neck, feeling Harry's shudder, Draco felt his fangs lengthen. They scraped across the skin like daggers for a second, trembling, as he felt Harry's other hand firmly grabbed his ass; unexpectedly, it dipped lightly into the crevice, not quite penetrating him.
It only drove Draco on further. Before Harry knew what was happening he felt Draco's fangs penetrate his neck. It wasn't mildly painful as his father's had been; it was euphoric.
Draco felt it as Harry slid his fingers further up, closer to his opening, the other still working him on the front, more furiously than before. Barely still standing, he drank what came from the wound, savouring it. Nobody else was supposed to have this but him! He would never forgive his father for taking the first bite. It was supposed to be his and his alone!
"I am yours," he heard Harry whisper, right before he felt it. He felt himself going over the edge, feeling his sanity slipping away as he came. The sensation of the rush of blood coming from Harry intoxicated him.
Draco fell to the ground as Harry lost the last of the strength that been holding him up.
Draco finally pulled away, not wanting to endanger his mate by taking all he had to give. He was surprised when he felt Harry mouth on his, claiming back his own blood. Draco knew that he was feeling the effects of blood loss for the third time in little more than a day. He knew what Harry needed. Draco pulled back from a disappointed Harry only to move to his own wrist. He was stopped when he felt Harry grab his wrist from him only to clamp his own dull teeth onto Draco's neck. After moment of pain, Draco felt the skin give, his life rushing into Harry. Draco held him there, not ever wanting to part from the deviant behaviour he was experiencing. Not that Draco was complaining. He was enjoying this just as much as Harry.
After a while, he felt himself go weak and knew that they had to stop, before the both of them where unconscious.
Harry groaned as he felt himself being lifted off. He only wanted more. He didn't care about anything else, and showed it by clinging harder.
/Harry... you need to stop. Unless you want for me to die./ Draco desperately hoped that he didn't, and was relieved when Harry decided to oblige him and stopped suckling his torn neck, breathing heavily.
/Fine! But don't expect me to get up anytime soon.../ Harry thought at him, petulantly.
Draco had no problems with this; it only gave him a moment to relax. /I have a feeling we're going to have a very interesting sex life/ Draco thought back.
Harry couldn't say anything more. That had been amazing... he had never felt anything like this in his life. Harry felt like he could do anything! He finally felt like himself; like he had found something that he had previously been unable to name. He had found love. /and the sweetness of his blood.../
Harry froze, surprised at that last thought. He had actually done it! He had ripped into him, craving what was on the inside of Draco.
He had enjoyed it.
/I love that about you, Harry. You haven't done anything wrong. Nothing that I didn't want you to do/ Draco reassured him.
/what's happening to me?/ Harry asked him, still holding onto him. He did not ever want to let go.
/You are my mate./ Draco paused for a second. /Is that ok with you?/
Harry hesitated for a second. /Yes. I think I am./
/That's good.../ Draco cuddled Harry close, after a while both of them fell asleep on the warm grass.
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"I'm worried about him, James." Lily sniffed. Her husband wrapped his arms gently around her.
"He's alright. I'm sure of it." He only hoped that it was true, for both Harry's sake and Lily's.
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/Will it always be like this? This feeling?/
/I hope so. I don't want it to end. I love you so much./
/I don't want this to end either./
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helpful criticism welcome (this is the first time I've written anything that might not be pg-13. but than what do you expect from a nineteen year old girl/woman who hasn't even dated. why can't I find a someone that I like and actually likes me back!!! I have no life...)
PLEASE GIVE CRITICISM ON THIS CHAPTER (so if it's badly written I can edit and replace it before it gets read too many times)
Questions (please help me by answering, after you read the chapter.)
What do you think? Is it PG-13 or R?
Also, who do you I should put Hermione with? (I already have someone in mind for Ron.)
Which nickname name should Draco call Harry? (please, read chapter before answering)
Skin against skin blood and bone You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in now you're here Driven by hate consumed by fear -Papa Roach
If I stretch out my hand, the smile I reach is fleeting If I close my eyes, I want to hold Your vanishing body once more in my wons Because I can't forget that time, that place where we met... -Gackt
Harry sat in the bath chewing on another peace of fruit, an apricot this time. Apparently, they, his vampire captors, were giving him foods "high in iron".
He had told Draco he had wanted to bathe before he got dressed to go out. Mostly, it had been a ploy to get a moment to himself. Draco had placed the fruit in his hand after walking Harry back to his room, which, Draco hoped, would have a vacancy soon.
/I'm finally alone./ Harry thought as he slowly sank into the hot water. He knew that he should have been enjoying that time alone, but, truthfully, he just felt lonely.
Sighing, Harry tossed the rest of the apricot into the nearest trashcan.
He began to wash himself when he felt something odd. Some of the skin on his back was raised. Harry stood and turned his back to the mirror. Looking over his shoulder, he saw nothing. He stepped out of the tub and walked closer to it. There it was! He could barely see it, but there was something on his back. Some type of picture. /just another thing/ He sighed to himself. If Draco was behind this...
"I'm not!" Harry heard yelled from the other side of the door.
He quickly let out the water and dressed before slamming open the door. "Stay out of my mind."
"Sorry."
/no you're not./
"I am! I just don't want be apart from you." Draco had been sitting on the bed, as had been since he had left to get dressed.
Harry fell into a stupor, stumbling back against the bathroom door, as Draco got up. Leather! Tight leather pants with a high-necked leather vest taut against his chest. /He isn't wearing underwear.../ Harry thought to himself, as he felt his eyes being drawn to the other boys exposed hips.
Draco smirked to himself. He had known this outfit would get Harry up. "I like your clothes too, for what it's worth, Arris." He did. They suited him.
Harry just nodded mildly. He wished that he owned something like that. Not to wear all the time, but on occasion...
Harry felt almost... infantile in his blue jeans and white t-shirt. Said blue jeans were giving him problems now...
/Arris?/ "A new nickname for me, Draco?" /What is it with you and giving me nicknames?/
"Yes." Draco expression turned wilful. "I rather like having my own name for you. You didn't like me calling you Sweetness, though you are-"
"It sounded like you were thinking of me as if I was a... cake, or something!" Harry stared at him exasperated.
"Well, you are. Besides, I'm sure no one else calls you 'Arris'. I'll be the only one!" Draco smiled brightly. He was feeling giddy; Harry was talking to him.
"I am too. I don't even know where 'Arris' came from."
"What's your full name?"
/What?/ "Um... Harris Michael P- Oh... Harris." Harry felt stupid.
"Let's go!" Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
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Harry lounged against the grass, leaning on his arms while looking out at the small lake that was on the castle grounds. Draco had decided to take a swim and had just gotten up.
Unfortunately, for Harry, fortunate for Draco, Harry soon found out that he was right. Draco had not been wearing anything under his leather.
/I will not go over there. He does not tempt me. I will not go over there!/
Harry had almost bitten his tongue while he watched the leather slide smoothly down a rather supple... ass. Harry couldn't think of another way to say it. Bottom couldn't define it. Neither could backside or posterior...
/I-I refuse to... go... over... there.../
Harry tried everything to not run after the strange boy. He was loosing quickly. All he could think about was...
After waiting about 10 more seconds, he launched himself at the other boy, who had been folding his clothes by the water.
"It took you long enough," Draco said breathily as he felt the other boy firmly attach himself to his mouth; Draco returned the same enthusiasm as he wrapped arms around the other boy's waist, trying to pull him closer.
"...uh-huh..." Harry tried to say without separating himself from Draco's mouth.
Draco felt as the other boy's hand groped lower, lightly feeling down his chest and stomach, past the pale curls until it had wrapped all the way around him. Draco shuddered at the feel of Harry stroking him. He continued to kiss him, his lips moving lower down the contour of Harry's face until he found what he was looking for. Licking softly at Harry's neck, feeling Harry's shudder, Draco felt his fangs lengthen. They scraped across the skin like daggers for a second, trembling, as he felt Harry's other hand firmly grabbed his ass; unexpectedly, it dipped lightly into the crevice, not quite penetrating him.
It only drove Draco on further. Before Harry knew what was happening he felt Draco's fangs penetrate his neck. It wasn't mildly painful as his father's had been; it was euphoric.
Draco felt it as Harry slid his fingers further up, closer to his opening, the other still working him on the front, more furiously than before. Barely still standing, he drank what came from the wound, savouring it. Nobody else was supposed to have this but him! He would never forgive his father for taking the first bite. It was supposed to be his and his alone!
"I am yours," he heard Harry whisper, right before he felt it. He felt himself going over the edge, feeling his sanity slipping away as he came. The sensation of the rush of blood coming from Harry intoxicated him.
Draco fell to the ground as Harry lost the last of the strength that been holding him up.
Draco finally pulled away, not wanting to endanger his mate by taking all he had to give. He was surprised when he felt Harry mouth on his, claiming back his own blood. Draco knew that he was feeling the effects of blood loss for the third time in little more than a day. He knew what Harry needed. Draco pulled back from a disappointed Harry only to move to his own wrist. He was stopped when he felt Harry grab his wrist from him only to clamp his own dull teeth onto Draco's neck. After moment of pain, Draco felt the skin give, his life rushing into Harry. Draco held him there, not ever wanting to part from the deviant behaviour he was experiencing. Not that Draco was complaining. He was enjoying this just as much as Harry.
After a while, he felt himself go weak and knew that they had to stop, before the both of them where unconscious.
Harry groaned as he felt himself being lifted off. He only wanted more. He didn't care about anything else, and showed it by clinging harder.
/Harry... you need to stop. Unless you want for me to die./ Draco desperately hoped that he didn't, and was relieved when Harry decided to oblige him and stopped suckling his torn neck, breathing heavily.
/Fine! But don't expect me to get up anytime soon.../ Harry thought at him, petulantly.
Draco had no problems with this; it only gave him a moment to relax. /I have a feeling we're going to have a very interesting sex life/ Draco thought back.
Harry couldn't say anything more. That had been amazing... he had never felt anything like this in his life. Harry felt like he could do anything! He finally felt like himself; like he had found something that he had previously been unable to name. He had found love. /and the sweetness of his blood.../
Harry froze, surprised at that last thought. He had actually done it! He had ripped into him, craving what was on the inside of Draco.
He had enjoyed it.
/I love that about you, Harry. You haven't done anything wrong. Nothing that I didn't want you to do/ Draco reassured him.
/what's happening to me?/ Harry asked him, still holding onto him. He did not ever want to let go.
/You are my mate./ Draco paused for a second. /Is that ok with you?/
Harry hesitated for a second. /Yes. I think I am./
/That's good.../ Draco cuddled Harry close, after a while both of them fell asleep on the warm grass.
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"I'm worried about him, James." Lily sniffed. Her husband wrapped his arms gently around her.
"He's alright. I'm sure of it." He only hoped that it was true, for both Harry's sake and Lily's.
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/Will it always be like this? This feeling?/
/I hope so. I don't want it to end. I love you so much./
/I don't want this to end either./
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