Hey guys! Long time no post I know. Well that's done with on with the fic! Oh yes and a very special thank you to my wonderful Beta reader Drakluvr. Without her this story wouldn't read as smoothly as it does.

Chapter 6: I Need You

Room of Requirement

It has been a week since the fateful Hogsmead weekend. Hermione still walks free because I wouldn't press charges. Though I don't like what she's done, she's still my friend. I just can't understand why she hates Draco so much. Of coarse she never used to attack him until he started seeing me. Am I cursed? Why are all those close to me hurt? WHY IS EVERYTHING MY FAULT! Harry thought.

Stop…'snot your fault, Draco wearily sent.

You're supposed to be resting. Pomfrey may have been able to extract the poison from your blood, but you're still weakened.

Well, your self-depreciating thoughts woke me up.

Sorry, I'll go.

No! I mean, no. Please? Please, stay with me.

As long as you're sure

" Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Do you honestly believe you are cursed?"

"No!" Harry answered quickly, burrowing into the warm body of the blonde Adonis.

"Seriously Leo," Draco inquired gently, forcing the Gryffindor to look at him. Harry's eyes shone with unshed tears and deep self-hatred. Even now, he shamefully turned his gaze toward the sheets on the bed.

"Leo, it's not your fault," Draco said, stroking the thickened locks.

"I know," Harry whispered, eyes shut in guilt.

"Do you? Harry, do you really know?"

"Yes, I know," whimpered Harry.

" No, I don't think you do. None of this is your fault, Harry. You can't keep it all bottled inside forever! You're destroying yourself love," Draco implored, tightening his hold on the pale young man beside him.

Harry snapped. "And what, exactly, do you expect me to do? How do you expect me to feel?" Harry yelled, tensing in the grasp of the young Vampire.

"You can grieve, Harry. You can, but it's not fair for you to have to carry around the deaths that have and are going to happen during this war," Draco reasoned.

" How can you say that? HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT, WHEN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Harry growled, pulling out of Draco's grasp and standing beside the bed.

"Damn it! Then tell me, Harry, so I can understand! At least give me the chance to be wrong!" Draco hissed in exasperation and sadness at the sudden turn of events.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you want to help me?" Harry whispered, the self-doubt and confusion glowing deep within his eyes.

"Because, I love you," Draco answered.
"Why? I'm pale, short, thin, disturbed, troubled, and abused! I've been raped since I was eight years old! I can't even defend myself against a damned muggle! How the hell am I suppose to defeat Voldemort? Besides, Hermione never came after you until you started seeing me! I have brought you nothing but pain and baggage!" Harry growled, finally allowing his emotions to have free reign.

"I…I love it all, Harry. Your pale skin glows like the face of the moon. Your small stature makes you perfect for cuddling, and your lithe frame sends shivers through my being. Besides, I love protecting you. When you become scared, or depressed, or hurt, I love to wipe your tears and fears away. It makes my day when your face lights up in that shy smile of yours, and know I put it there. As for Hermione, it would have happened sooner or later. She's a slayer; I'm a vampire. It's just the way things are," Draco answered.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Harry asked as he turned to face the blonde vampire, sprawled across the large bed in the center of the room.

"Nothing. You're just luck I guess," Draco teased.

"Wanker!"

"Only every other day."

"I can't believe you!" Harry growled, his cheeks turning a rich rosy shade of pink.

"C'mere," Draco said pulling the lithe teen beneath him, urgently pressing Harry's lips against his own. The events of the day had been trying for the both of them. Due to a free day, Hermione saw fit to once again launch her attack campaign against Draco.

Flashback

"Harry?" Hermione meekly called.

Stiffening in surprise and caution, he answered, "Granger."

"Please Harry, look. I'm sorry. It's just…just my nature. Malfoy, as a Vampire, is my natural enemy. There's also the fact that I've had a bit of a crush on you, and that only made matters worse. Give me another chance. Harry, please? I promise to try and better control myself in the future," Hermione begged.

Shocked Harry simply gaped at her. "Well…I…urm…uh…"

"Please? Look, why don't we go by the room of requirement for some tea, hmmm? Then, we can have more of a candid conversation," Hermione said, malice quickly flaring up in her gentle hazel eyes. Harry, still caught in disbelief, missed it.

"Yeah…okay," he agreed.

Room of Requirement

As Hermione prepared the tea, Harry glanced anxiously around the room. I did agree to come here, can't remember why though. Sure, Hermione was my friend and all, but isn't this fraternizing with the enemy? I mea…

"Sugar?" Hermione asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Wha? Oh, yeah, sure," he answered, distractedly accepting the proffered cup.

"So…Malfoy, he really makes you happy doesn't he," Hermione stated.

Caught off guard by the blunt question Harry stuttered. "W-well…y…yes. He's very nice to me, despite my past. He loves me unconditionally it seems. There's nothing I could ever do to make him hate, or leave me."

"Well, I'm glad you found true love, my friend. I'm just sorry it won't last," Hermione sighed.

"Not last? What do you me… ah!" Suddenly, sharp pain flared up in his temples.

"Hermione? wha? why?" Harry moaned.

"It's a forget-me-not potion. Currently it's erasing all your memories of Draco from your mind," she sighed again. The Vampire should be here soon.

No, no! Draco! Draco, HELP! Harry sent, battling the effects of the memory-altering potion.

"Monie, why? You…were…my…friend," Harry gasped as spasms of pain coursed through his body.
"Sorry, Harry. Nothing personal. It's just my nature," she hissed into his ear.

"The…scorpion," Harry whispered referring to a muggle proverb.

"Exactly, my little fox. Exactly," she sneered. Suddenly, the door began to tremble. It cracked. Finally, it disintegrated with an explosive snap, revealing an enraged, young, platinum-blonde vampire.

Ice blue eyes glinting in unbridled hatred, he snarled, "What have you done, Granger?"

"Oh, nothing," Hermione sighed; releasing her now poisoned vampiric talons. "Just a little forget-me-not potion is all."

"Bitch! Let him go. Your quarrel is with me," Draco hissed, casting a glance at Harry, who was now curled tightly into a ball.

"Oh! Malfoy, such language. I hardly find that necessary," the bushy brunette hissed stepping closer to the enraged vampire.

"If that's the way you want it," Draco growled.

"No, Draco, this is the way it was meant to be. ENGAURDE!" Hermione shrieked launching herself at the blonde. Unconcerned, Draco quickly pivoted on his left foot, deftly smacking her firmly upon her small back, and sent the witch flying into the far wall.

Thinking quickly, Hermione flipped so she'd hit the wall feet first. As soon as they connected, she once again propelled herself toward Malfoy.

Nonplused, Draco simply held up his hand and employing wandless magic, slammed the young witch into the floor. He swiftly flipped her over, effectively pinning her to the ground.

"Isn't it about time you gave up this mad obsession of yours? Clearly, you've not gotten any where with it," Draco taunted.

Struggling futilely against the vampire above her, Granger gasped. "As… long as breath runs through my body, I shall seek your destruction."

"Draco," a soft moan sounded from behind them

"Harry," he whispered, slightly distracted. That was all the opening the slayer needed. Ripping one arm free, she quickly struck Draco in his side, digging her toxic nails deep into the vampire's flesh.

Howling in pain, Draco raked a clawed hand across her chest. Deep enough to invoke blood flow, but not to kill.

"Your time has ended, slayer," he trembled as the poison began spreading through his system. Almost gently, he laid a sharpened manicured nail against Hermione's neck. Leaning into her face he whispered viciously, "Say your prayers."

"Stop!" the voice was small, strained, weak, but its implications were clear. Turning to look at Harry, Draco blinked in disbelief.

"But…Harry…she…"

"No! I'll not be mated to a murderer, Dray," Harry whispered. Reluctantly, Draco rose, releasing the female Gryffindor.

"C'mon Harry, let's go," Draco said, picking up the lithe boy, and limping from the room.

"Malfoy!" swiveling he saw the slayer weakly propping herself up on her elbows.

"This isn't over!" Hermione wheezed, baring her perfect teeth.

" Oh! I believe it is," Draco replied, baring sharp canines.

End Flashback

What started as a simple kiss, quickly turned into a full out snog. Harry, long since opening his mouth to the vampire's questing tongue, was now firmly pinned to the bed by the weight of the tall, blonde vampire.

"Thought kiss I'd kiss lost you slurp,"

"Not kiss a kiss chance kiss," Harry breathed, writhing deliciously under Draco.

Harry… Draco sent desperately pulling the Gryffindor toward him as though trying to fuse with him. I…need…you Draco continued, licking, sucking, and tasting Harry's pale, delicate flesh.

Arching in pleasure as Draco's teeth found his nipple he answered, Take me; I'm yours.

Quickly flipping the lithe man under him, Draco prepared himself, and entered the petite Gryffindor. Rhythmically, he thrust inside him, again and again. Soon, he became erratically driven by the gasps and moans of the boy-who-lived.

Gods, Draco…Faster!

I though I was going…f…faster Draco growled mentally, latching onto Harry's neck with his teeth and slowly, agonizingly began drawing blood. Groaning in pleasure, Harry's eyes rolled back into his head, his thoughts congealing into one word… a name.

"Draco! Oh, gods, yes!" Gasped Harry. Reaching his peak, he clenched tightly around his lover, who came thundering into him. Mentally and physically drained, Draco plopped down on top of his raven-haired lover.

"Oommf! Hey, geroff," Harry mumbled tiredly, weakly pushing against the body that was Draco's.

"Nu-uh, dun wanna," Draco breathed drifting to sleep.

"Prat!" Harry sighed, swiftly following his love off into dream world…

Authors Note: Okay here is the deal with Harry; I have been debating if Draco should turn him into a vampire or if he should just be Draco's eternal companion. What do you think? Vote in your review I'll go with whatever you decide.