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?

October

Ron couldn't take it any more! Three weeks with out any sexual activity what so ever! Hermione didn't even let him kiss her. She was right, he was frustrated. But she must be too since she was as keen on having sex as he was, when they had it that is.

On the 4th of October he was ready to burst from the lack of sex. He was seeing her everywhere and it didn't help! He couldn't stop picturing her underneath him with him deep inside her. It was driving him crazy! The worst thing was that she didn't seem to care if they had sex or not. She seemed content with just sitting beside him in the Common Room, helping him with his homework like she had done last year and every year before that.

This particular morning he was very angry with everything and everyone. Harry seemed just as far away as Ron himself had been for the past three weeks.

"What's up, mate?" Ron asked a little sharp.

"What?" Harry snapped out of the trace-like state he was in and looked at Ron.

"What's. Up?" Ron said slower.

"Nothing." Harry answered, but Ron saw that his eyes drifted to a certain blonde Slytherin every now and then.

"You're not getting any either?" Ron asked and glared at Hermione.

"No, but I am soon. He'll cave in soon enough." he answered even though he knew Ron didn't care if he answered him or not.

"Why are you waiting till he caves? Couldn't you just seduce him?" asked Seamus from Harry's left.

"No. He's the sub. He has to be the one that takes the initiative and call for me. If I go to him, He won't..." Harry was cut of when Ron slammed his hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare say it, Harry! If you do, I will personally kill you before You-know-who even gets a chance!" he warned.

"Okay! Fine! I won't say it." Harry laughed and went back to his food.

"Would you be upset if Hermione and I got together?" Ron suddenly asked.

Harry shook his head. Why would he be? He had seen that they were blindly in love with each other. Had been for years, though they had never admitted it.

"Good." Ron said.

He took Harry's goblet and swallowed the pumpkin juice that Harry had not touched yet. Harry didn't say anything. He didn't want to know why Ron had taken his goblet instead of his own. Maybe he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings?

Harry watched as Ron waked over to Hermione, who had taken to sitting with Lavender and Parvati when they ate. He saw his friend bend down and whisper something in her ear. Hermione blushed and the two other girls started to giggle. Then Ron dragged a surprised Hermione out of the Great Hall to the student's applause.

Harry didn't pay much attention to it though. His eyes were glued to Draco. He looked uneasy. Harry smiled, he would cave in today. He was certain of it.

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"Headmaster!" Professor Snape ran up to the Headmaster who was just about to enter the Great Hall for a late breakfast.

"Yes, Professor?" he said calmly.

"The potion you wanted me to give the Potter boy, it seems that young Mr. Weasley just drank it." the Potions Master said.

The Headmasters jaw dropped. How could that be? He had given the House elf's instructions on only giving the potion to Harry! In his glass! Ron should never have come in contact with it! Then he remembered how unpredictable the two boys were and the potion too.

"Did he glow?" the Headmaster asked a little worriedly.

"No, he did not. And he just left with Miss Granger."

"Oh dear!" the Headmaster said and put his hand over his mouth.

This was not good.

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Draco shifted on the bench again and tried to keep his eyes on his breakfast and not on Harry. He tried very, very hard. But his eyes kept wandering over to the dark haired Gryffindor.

(Stop thinking about him! Do not cave in! Do not cave in!) Draco kept saying to himself.

Pansy was studying him but Draco didn't care. He usually snapped at her to stop staring at him but he was too tired to say anything. The battle within him was too intense for him to care about anything else.

When breakfast was over Draco, Blaise and Pansy made their way to the morning's first class, Transfiguration.

McGonagall came in just as they took their seats. She went up to the board and the lesson started. They were transfiguring a stool to a parrot. Draco did it on the second try.

While he was transfiguring the stool to a parrot and then back again, he started to think about Harry again. What he was doing, who he was with, what he was thinking about. When he thought about who Harry was with, the bird in front of him burst into flames. He quickly put out the fire and turned the parrot back to a stool.

"You may go now, Mr. Malfoy." said the professor and the blonde stood up to leave.

"Oh and, Mr. Malfoy? Could you possibly read the last chapter in the book to next time?" Professor McGonagall asked maliciously.

Draco opened his mouth and felt the scream rise in his throat. He slammed his hand over his mouth and nodded quickly. He couldn't cave in now!

He ran as fast as he could down to the Slytherin Common Room, which was empty, in order to calm down. He was breathing deep and trying very hard not to scream. He knew he would loose in the end, but he would fight for as long as he could.

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Harry stood in front of the class two hours later. It was DADA and they were talking about vampires. The new teacher, professor Hooper, was talking about how vampires protected themselves. She had taken off Harry's shirt and was aiming her wand at him. She shot a simple burning spell at him and his black wings shot out from his back and encased him in order to protect him from the spell.

The spell bounced away from Harry, like the wings were mirrors. The professor seemed pleased but Harry didn't take down the wings. He felt safe in the darkness that encased him. He carefully put down the wings like he expected the teacher to throw another spell at him.

"It's okay, Harry, I won't cast another spell." professor Hooper said calmly.

Harry stretched his arms and back and the wings stretched out as he lazily scratched his chest like he just woke up.

The professor took the tip of his right wing in her hand and examined it closely. Harry pulled away with a low hissing noise when she yanked out one of his feathers.

"Now, now, Harry. You know that vampire feathers are very rare." she said teasingly.

"Yeah, and for a good reason. That hurt!" he cried Harry angrily.

He carefully examined his wing and glared at the teacher. Why did always have to do these things? She could have pulled up Draco! But no Harry would never allow that, not if he knew she was going to do it.

"But rarest of them all is the white feathered vampire. Can anybody tell me why?" she asked but nobody raised their hands.

Then when she turned to Harry to ask him, Neville Longbottom raised his hand. The reason that nobody raised their hand was that Hermione had not been seen since breakfast. Neither had Ron. Harry put two and two together and, for once without Hermione's or Ron's help, he got four. Why they had skipped classes was beyond him though.

"Because white wings are not very practical and they have, as time has past, almost disappeared entirely. Vampires with white wings were also considered freaks by their own kind during the 1400's and were not allowed to get married with a black wing." Neville said in a faint voice.

"Very good, Mr. Longbottom! Five points to Gryffindor!" the professor said smiling at him.

"Now, Mr. Potter." She turned to Harry again. "Are you a sub or are you dominant?"

Harry smiled at the curiosity in her eyes.

"I'm dominant, my mate is the sub." he said and glanced at Draco.

"So your mate is a vampire as well?" professor Hooper asked a bit surprised.

"Yes."

"Black I suppose?" she asked, now a bit disappointed.

"No, I would say he's a white wing." said Harry, his eyes now firmly placed on Draco.

"Really? Do you think I could meet him? Take a few feathers from him?" she asked excitedly.

"You'll have to ask him about the feathers and you have already met him since he's in this room." Harry said and smiled at Draco.

Draco glared at him for a moment then hid his face in his hands.

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Draco heard the professor's surprised gasp when Harry said his mate was in the class. He wished he was dead. Well, no. Not really. But he knew that if he got to close to Harry he would definitely cave in. Then he heard his name being spoken by Harry and knew his faith was sealed.

"Mr. Malfoy, could you come up here please?" professor Hooper asked and Draco knew he had no choice.

He raised his head and got up from his seat. He could feel the scream build in his throat as he got closer to Harry. He stopped half way up and slammed his hand over his mouth again. He tried to collect himself but it was no use and deep down he knew it.

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As the scream began to sound in the classroom Harry began to smile. Draco still had his hand over his mouth and the scream was therefore muffled. Harry walked up to the blonde as the scream grew louder. He removed the hand from Draco's mouth so everybody could hear the scream.

It was a complaining sound that was high and low at the same time and Harry knew it must hurt the student's ears, and it could be heard around the whole school.

Then he covered Draco's mouth with his own and the scream stopped.

"Now that was interesting." Professor Hooper said with a huff.

"Can anybody tell me why it happened?" She continued.

Almost every hand in the room went up. It seemed that all the students were interested in the mating habits of vampires.

"Yes, miss Parkinson?"

"It's their mating season. It began about a week ago." she answered the professor who gave five points to Slytherin.

Harry didn't care about the class. All that mattered was the blonde in his arms. His mate. He drew Draco closer and encased them in his black wings. He could hear the professor talk from a distance, but didn't pay much mind to what she was saying.

"Why did you have to cave in class?" muttered Harry against Draco's lips.

"I tried..."

Draco sounded like he was going to cry and Harry quickly kissed him to silence him. But it wasn't long until Harry felt a wet tear slip between their lips and he could taste the salty liquid.

"No. No, no Draco. Don't cry. I love you. We'll get out of here and go somewhere else. Don't cry, Draco." he whispered against Draco's ear and kissed him again.

"Mr. Potter."

Harry sighed and lowered his wings enough to look at the professor but not enough to reveal the blonde to the class.

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Draco heard the professor talk but couldn't hear what she was saying. He pressed his face to Harry's naked chest and kissed the skin. He felt the other boy shiver and then heard the humming in his chest when he talked.

Draco noticed that Harry didn't lower his wings more then he had to, to be able to speak with the professor.

Then Harry's face came back into the darkness his wings provided. He was smiling down at Draco and the blonde pulled him down for another kiss.

"Do you wanna go?" the raven haired boy whispered.

Draco could only nod and keep his mouth busy with kissing Harry's chest and neck so the scream would not raise to his throat again. The contact with Harry's skin kept the scream away and all Draco wanted to do was kiss his skin and have him close.

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Hermione had protested at first. All the way up to Gryffindor Tower she protested, but weakly.

Ron had drawn her up on his bed and kissed her, touched her. Then she stopped complaining.

"You know we have to go to class at some point?" Hermione said and smiled when Ron buried his face in her stomach and tightened his hold around her thighs.

"No way. I am not going out there, its cold." he said against her skin.

"Well, okay. But aren't you gonna miss me?" Hermione teased while she trailed her fingers through his hair.

"You're not going anywhere! I'm not letting you out of this bed for two days at least." he said.

Hermione smiled while Ron dragged himself up her body, placing small kisses as he went. When he reached her breasts he sucked gently and made her gasp.

"Ron, we should..." she began but was cut of by Ron's mouth.

"No, we shouldn't." Ron said between kisses.

"Come on, Ron! We can't ditch class like this, no matter how horny we are!" she said and pushed him off, just to be drawn close again.

"We. Are. Not. Leaving. This. Bed." Ron said firmly as he kept kissing her mouth and neck.

"Just a little while longer then." she said and surrendered to Ron's roving hands.

"I love you." he said firmly as he began sending her into ecstasy.

"I love you too." she gasped and he kissed her again.

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Somehow Harry had made his way to the Room of Requirement with Draco cradled in his arms and his wings still around the blonde. When Harry had to stop kissing Draco to see where they were, the blonde kept kissing and touching him under the wings. It was as if he couldn't stand not touching Harry even for the short time Harry was above the wings darkness.

Draco was suddenly exposed to the light of day. He buried his face against Harry's neck to get away from the light. He could hear Harry chuckle. But refused to look up at his love.

"You want me to dim the lights, love?" Harry whispered in his ear and Draco couldn't help but shiver which made Harry smile. He didn't see it, but he felt it.

"Yeah, my eyes kind of hurt." Draco murmured and kissed Harry's neck.

A whispered command came from Harry. He then drew Draco away from him and let Draco's eyes get use to the dim lights after the total darkness of his wings. He smiled as Draco blinked and looked around at the room he had created.

It was nothing fancy. A large four poster bed in the middle of the room, a fireplace to keep the room warm and a door led from the 'bedroom' to another room that Draco thought must be a bathroom. The floor was covered by a thick rug in a light red color. The whole room was in Gryffindor colors but Draco didn't mind. All he wanted was Harry.

On the bed.

Now.

"Let's go to bed?" Draco said and guided Harry to the bed.

As Draco looked down at the bed, he saw that the bed was in silver. He smiled and let Harry lower him down to the sheets.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy, never doubt that." Harry said and kissed him again.

"I'll kill you if you ever say that in public, and if you ever make me say it in front of anyone else!" Draco threatened but Harry just smiled and kissed him again.

"I love you too." Harry responded as his lips moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin on Draco's throat.

He removed Draco's school robes and shirt, kissing his way down his chest. The blondes nipples hardened and Harry smiled while he teasingly nibbled on the hard nubs. He tickled Draco in the sides, making him squirm underneath him.

"Harry, stop teasing me and fuck me already!" the blond panted.

It didn't take much to get a submissive vampire ready during the mating season, which Harry was grateful for. He didn't think he could have held back much longer anyway. But he loved to tease Draco.

"What's the matter, baby? Hot?" Harry asked and bit gently on Draco's shoulder and he moaned.

"And bothered!" Draco growled and flipped Harry over on his back and straddled his hips. "Very hot and bothered!"

Harry smiled and let Draco take hold of the situation for a while. Draco kissed and caressed his body and Harry let him. The blonde pinned his hands over his head and kissed his mouth. When he pulled away and left Harry's tongue all alone in his mouth Harry arched off the bed and tried to reclaim his mate's mouth. Draco smirked and let his lips hover just above Harry's lips and it made Harry growl.

"Weren't you hot and bothered?" Harry growled and took control again.

"Yes." Draco purred from were he was under Harry. "Very."

"Then lay still so I can prepare your beautiful ass for some fucking!"

Without hesitation Harry pushed a finger inside Draco's tight entrance. The boy gasped and pushed back on the finger. Harry kept kissing and caressing him.

When Harry pushed in a second finger and crooked them so they hit Draco's prostate, Draco screamed. Harry scissored his fingers in his lover and stretched him further. Draco moaned out his pleasure and bit down on his hand so he would not scream again.

"Aren't those... wings... in the way?" the blonde suddenly panted and let a hand slide over the edge of the right wing.

Harry hadn't noticed he still had them out. He quickly retracted them and moved to kiss Draco's mouth again.

"Not really." he whispered, lips still close to Draco's.

"Fuck me!" the blonde pleaded and Harry complied happily.

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