Title: Things Will Go My Way

Disclaimer: You know it's not mine...

Parings: Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley / Hermione Granger

Summery: Harry finds out he's a vampire (in a rather painful way) and Draco comes in to his vampire powers on the same night. Now they have to find their chosen mate. And surprise, surprise! They are each others mates! But what's up with Ron?

Corridor encounter

Harry and his two best friends were in the library the next day during lunch to study so they could complete the essay they had been assigned in DADA class that same morning. The essay was supposed to be on vampires. Harry thought it was ridiculous. He had already learned everything he needed to know about vampires over the summer. That's the reason why he was so bored. He had written the full three feet essay in under two hours which had made Hermione glare daggers at him.

"Can I go now, Herm?" he asked in a hushed tone so the librarian madam Pince wouldn't yell at him for being too loud.

"Oh, fine! Go!"

It seemed that Hermione finally had given up hope on him staying with them any longer then he had to. Ron looked up with longing in his eyes. A glance at the girl next to him made him turn back to the parchment on the table.

As the dark head of Harry disappeared Ron turned to the bushy haired girl.

"When are we going to tell him?" he asked and tilted his head to the side.

"Soon." said Hermione in an attempt at soothing the redhead.

"That's not good enough, and you know it!" Ron said, a bit angrily.

Suddenly Hermione started to laugh. Ron glared at her like she just turned in to Malfoy.

"It's just... I'm the one that should be telling you to tell Harry that we are together and not the other way around!" laughed Hermione leaning over and kissing Ron on the cheek.

"Don't try to make me forgive you 'Mione! 'Cause I won't!" he said.

Ten minutes later they were in the back of the library with all the dusty shelves hiding them from curious eyes. Hermione was up against a wall with Ron assaulting her neck and lips with his mouth.

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Draco was randomly walking around the school. Or so he thought he did until he smelled it. That scent. Then he realized he had been looking for it. He silently cursed himself when he saw he was just outside Gryffindor Tower.

"Bloody Potter!" he said and turned to leave but found his way blocked by a dark head that was about two inches taller then Draco himself and smelled heavenly.

"Bloody me, what?" the boy in front of Draco asked calmly.

Draco suddenly felt himself fight the urge to sniff the boys neck, kiss it, taste the blood he could almost smell through the other boys tanned skin. He made his tight fists of his hands so he would not touch the other boy.

"Nothing." he said quietly.

"It was quite a bite mark you gave me yesterday." Potter said with a faint smile.

"That was not my fault. You know that, just as well as I do." Draco defended himself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Vampire urges and all that, I know."

"Yeah, and you were the one that cooed, in my ear!"

Potter wrinkled up his nose and then started to smile. Draco was totally intoxicated by the smell of Potter so close but he couldn't bring himself to back away.

"What's wrong, Draco?" cooed Potter while he took a step towards the blonde who didn't step back.

"Nothing's wrong!" the blonde spat.

"Good." Potter replied.

Potter put his hand on Draco's cheek and brought him closer. Their lips almost touched and the blonde's breath hitched. Draco closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down and when he opened them again he saw Potter smile weakly.

"We can't go on like this, you know. It's nearly October." the raven haired youth said, his breath ghosting over Draco's lips.

"Like I'm ever going to do anything like that with you." Even while he said it, Draco's lips parted in anticipation as Potter let his lips ghost over his. He breathed out in disappointment when Potter drew back a little.

"Let me see you say that in three weeks." he breathed into Draco's ear.

Draco doubted he could hold back for a day, since October had not begun, much less three weeks like Potter just said. He knew he was a submissive vampire which would make Potter the dominant one. A dominant vampire could hold in their urges to claim their mate for years is necessary, but a submissive vampire would be happy if he could hold it back for a month when he or she had found their mate. This all meant that Draco would soon cave in, and Potter knew it. All he had to do was wait.

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Harry hadn't meant to approach Draco when he saw him in the corridor outside Gryffindor Tower. But he just couldn't resist the blonde. He wanted so much to kiss him. This was nothing new. He had wanted to do that for a long time. Years actually, but he was not about to tell him that.

October was coming. And with that, the mating season for their species began. Not even a week into the month, Draco would cave in and need him desperately.

Harry could wait that long, he hoped. Draco was close to caving in now, but Harry would not allow it. They would wait until Draco's body needed him so much he could not stand it any longer. When he opened his mouth and screamed that horrible scream that would sound like music to his ears, Harry would come to him. In the middle of class, after midnight, at dinner, any time that Draco caved, he would be there to gather the blonde in his arms and love him. But not now, it was too soon.

He breathed in Draco's scent from his hair and felt himself relax. The blonde burrowed his face in Harry's neck and rasped his fangs over the skin. Harry smiled into the mass of hair his nose was buried in.

How could he deny his love the satisfaction of tasting his blood?

"If you taste me, I can taste you." he whispered in the blonde's ear which made Draco shiver.

"Not fair." muttered Draco into the skin on Harry's neck. "I'm the sub, you know. Not as strong as dominant. Need more blood. Your blood."

Harry smiled and kissed Draco's ear.

"I know, baby." He said with another kiss to Draco's earlobe. "But I haven't gotten my fix yet this week." Followed by a kiss to the soft skin behind Draco's ear.

"You have donors don't you?" Draco asked.

Harry smiled. How could he survive school without donors? He would become sick if he had none.

"Yes." Was the reply.

"Then go to them, and get you pint of blood and leave me alone!" The blonde's voice was angry, but he made no move to shove Harry away.

This was highly amusing to Harry. He loved to hold Draco and he knew that Draco loved to be in his arms, he just acted out of habit. Six years of pretending to hate each other did not just go away.

"But if I drink from you, I can drink more then one pint. So much better. I won't have to worry about killing you, you're already dead." Harry said still smiling.

"True..." breathed Draco and then sank his teeth in Harry's neck.

Harry gasped and shoved Draco up against a wall. He pinned him there and bent his neck to the side to give Draco more access. He then bent his head down and let his fangs rasp Draco's skin as a warning before he penetrated the skin.

Draco let go of his neck and gasped. One of his hands found its way to the back of Harry's hair and he tangled his fingers in the hair, holding tight.

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Harry's hands went to the back of Draco's thighs and lifted him off the ground. Draco twined his legs around Harry's waist to hold his balance. He put his teeth down on Harry's skin once more and started to suck out his blood.

Harry groaned and thrust his hips a little.

Somewhere in the back of Draco's mind there was a screaming voice telling him to get away from him. To go back to the Slytherin Common Room and forget all about this incident. But another part was screaming just as loud that he could not leave Harry. Never leave Harry.

"We're in the middle of the bloody corridor!" Draco muttered as he let go of Harry's neck.

Harry didn't seem to care. He started to lick the wound on Draco's neck closed and growled low in his throat while he gently thrust his hips against Draco's, making him gasp.

Draco forced himself back to his senses and pushed Harry away. The raved-haired boy growled in disapproval.

"We. Are. In. A. Bloody. Corridor, Potter!" he growled just as two second year Ravencaw students walked by.

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Hermione tore herself away from Ron long enough to take a few deep breaths. Ron pressed his forehead to hers and smiled at her. Then when they had caught their breaths he kissed her again.

"No. Ron, wait!" Hermione panted as he moved from her mouth down to her throat.

"What?" he asked still kissing her neck.

"We should tell him. Should tell Harry."

Ron's hand was wandering over her body, making it hard for her to think. He didn't show any sign that he had heard her. She became a little angry. It kind of hurt to push Ron away but she did it.

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked angrily.

"Yeah, I am. I just don't wanna tell him yet." he answered softly.

"Why? He's our friend, he should know."

"He will. Don't worry. We'll tell him, soon. But not yet." he tried to sooth her but when she frowned at him, he knew he wasn't going to get any that night.

"If you don't tell him very soon, you are gonna be one frustrated boy!" she threatened and then walked away from him.

Ron stared at her back for a second before letting out a scream of frustration which led Madam Pince to the back of the library and he was thrown out. Outside he met Dean and Seamus.

"What's the matter, mate?" asked Dean, tilted his head to the side.

"Frustrated!" spat Ron.

"Oh, your girl's not giving any?" Seamus smiled and put his arm around Dean.

"Not any more." said Ron with a tight smile.

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