BITE ME!

Harry was about to leave Snape's chamber when the door opened and Draco ran into his arms. Harry gave a surprised grunt but didn't protest against the blonde's sudden need for contact. He held onto his mate tightly as he led him to the couch.

"What's wrong lovely?" Harry murmured against the blonde's ear.

Draco never got to answer him. Snape had swept up to them and pulled the blonde's hair away from the back of his neck. Draco protested loudly and fisted his hands in Harry's robe pulling himself closer. Harry didn't understand why Snape was looking at Draco's neck or why he looked so angry while doing so.

"When was the last time you bit Draco, Potter?" their professor asked in a dangerously low voice.

"Ummm... I don't remember professor." he said in a confused voice.

"Before we found out I was pregnant." Draco said quietly.

"You foolish boy!" Snape hissed angrily.

"What!" Harry roared and tried to stand but Draco's weight held him down.

"You have to feed from Draco on a regular basis or he will get more and more dependent on you. He's supposed to be quite defensive against others by himself, yet he keeps hiding behind you." Snape snapped.

"I don't understand, professor." Harry said frowning.

"Bite him and you'll see what I mean soon enough." Snape said turning around to face the fireplace.

"I can't bite him! He's pregnant! He needs the blood!" Harry protested hotly.

"He also needs to be able to defend himself! He will not if you do not feed!" Snape roared back over his shoulder.

"Please, just bite me." Draco whispered in his ear.

Harry stubbornly shook his head and pursed his lips like he was a two year old that didn't want to eat. Draco sighed deeply. This might not be as easy as he thought it would be. He gently turned Harry's face into his neck and waited. He felt Harry's breath against his skin getting deeper and irregular. It wouldn't be long now. He kissed and licked the patches of skin that he could reach from the angle he sat and soon Harry started to do the same with him. Ran his nose along his pulse point and licked the spot where he was going to bite.

"Bite me!" the blonde whispered softly and Harry did.

He sucked out the blonde's blood while said blonde moaned and whimpered under the intense pleasure. He started to move slowly against Harry but the raven haired vampire's grip on his waist tightened and held him still.

Harry closed his eyes in pleasure when Draco's blood touched his tongue. His mate soon started to move against him but he held him still. A lot of things he was willing to share with Snape but not that. That was only for Draco and him. He eased off Draco's neck and kissed the blonde deeply. Snape had kept his back to them the whole time although Harry clearly could smell a faint arousal from Snape. He snickered against Draco's shoulder but didn't comment on it.

"Shall we go then?" Harry said cheerfully.

He felt stronger then he had felt in a long time. The blood had strengthened him and right now, all he wanted was to take his dragon to bed and have his wicked way with him. And Draco didn't seem to have anything against his train of thoughts because he smiled and nodded.

Snape didn't turn around when they left, Harry understood why and could only laugh quietly at the older vampire. Draco still seemed to be as submissive as he had been before he had fed from him but Harry figured it would take a while. He gently kissed Draco behind the ear and the blonde smiled weakly at him.

"You tasted good." Harry murmured against his ear and Draco shivered. "I had almost forgotten how good you taste."

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Nearly a month had gone by since Harry had fed from Draco for the first time since they got to know that he was pregnant. He now fed regularly from him, but Draco rarely spoke to him. He let Harry put his ear against his stomach and listen to the baby's heartbeat and he played with his dark locks while he did, but it went longer and longer between the times that he spoke. It worried Harry. Now, it had been going on for nearly a month and Christmas was coming up.

"Draco, why won't you talk to me?" Harry asked three day's before the Christmas holidays began.

They were lying on Harry's bed in the Tower. It was in the middle of the night but neither of them was asleep. Draco was laying there not saying anything while playing lazily with Harry's hair. When Harry spoke he looked down at his mate and tried to smile.

"No, Drake." Harry sighed in frustration. "Don't smile at me. Yell, scream at me, but don't smile!" he growled as he sat up.

"What do you want me to say?" Draco asked quietly.

"I want you to tell me what's wrong, why won't you talk to me?" Harry asked, his eyes shining with desperation.

"Nothing is wrong, Harry!" Draco snapped irritably.

"Then why aren't you talking? This is the first time in three days that you have said a single word!" Harry said a bit angrily.

"I've been thinking alright!" Draco said angrily.

Harry sighed again. He didn't want to fight. He was tired, he hadn't slept for two days while trying to figure out a way to get even with the Toad and Lucius without putting Draco in any danger. He hadn't figured it out yet. If he went after the Toad the ministry would know it was him and would most probably take Draco to hurt him. Much like Voldemort would do if he killed Lucius. God, his head hurt!

"What about?" he asked in a calmer voice than before.

"You." Draco said shortly.

Harry looked up at that. What could he be thinking that he thought he couldn't discuss with him? The question must have been as clear as daylight in his eyes because Draco actually smiled this time and caressed his cheek softly.

"You're not a murderer, Harry." he said softly.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked puzzled. He was a vampire, wasn't he? He was a natural born killer.

"You can't kill somebody just because they hurt you. You couldn't cast the Cruciatus on Aunt Bella, even though she killed Sirius. What makes you think you can go after Umbridge and my father when you couldn't hurt her? They have more backup than Bella will ever have in her life. I mean Father has The Fucking Dark Lord, for Merlin's sake!" Draco exploded.

Harry saw a lone tear make its way slowly down Draco's pale cheek and he caught it with his lips. It tasted so much like Draco. There was no other way to describe the taste, a salty version of Draco's blood.

"I don't want to lose you." Draco whispered as more tears started to flow down his cheeks.

"Why on earth would you lose me, love? I don't plan on going anywhere." Harry murmured before he kissed Draco on the lips.

"If you send me to Godric's Hollow... If you do, it means you are going after them. And if you go and try to kill them, Harry, you won't come back to me." Draco cried quietly so he wouldn't wake the others.

"Shh..." Harry tried to sooth him with kisses and soft caresses. "I won't go, sweetheart."

"Yes you will!" Draco said hotly and tried to get out of bed but Harry pushed him down to the pillows again.

"No, I won't. Not yet. If she even looks at you wrong, I'll rip her throat out, though." he said against Draco's shoulder which made Draco smile.

"We'll stay away from her?" Draco asked gently and Harry nodded while putting his body to rest comfortably at Draco's side. "What about Dumbledore?"

Harry tensed at the question. He didn't know what to do about that old mad man. Something in the back of his mind had been nagging at him all year that something wasn't right about the Headmaster. He didn't know what it was or why he had the feeling, but something was defiantly off. He may be a meddling old fool, but he wasn't mad enough to even try and take a baby away from a vampire.

"When you are getting close, we'll go to Godric's Hollow and stay there until you and the baby are ready to face the outside world. As soon as you are, I'll take care of Dumbledore or we could disappear. Whatever strikes your fancy." He said after a long moment of silence.

"What about Voldemort?" Draco asked while starting to twine his fingers in and out of Harry's hair again.

"Fuck him. Well, not literally, you know what I mean." Harry grumbled sleepily.

Draco smiled at his sleepy mate. It looked as if everything would work out after all. He felt their child move inside him and Harry shifted at his side so his hand was resting over their child's movements.

"Sleep, love. Tomorrow we must go to class." Harry mumbled as he fell deeper and deeper into sleep.

"I will sleep, don't worry." Draco replied.

Draco's hand settled over Harry's on his stomach. He was getting big now. Harry would no longer lay on top of him after they've made love, and often took him when he was laying on his side instead of his back or on his hands and knees. When he was on his back Harry was afraid he would collapse over him and hurt the baby. When he was on his hands and knees his arms could give way and his weight would then hurt the baby, it was their experience that both his arms and legs sooner or later gave way when they were in this position. But when he was on his side there was no threat to the baby.

Draco smiled once again and slipped into sleep together with his mate.

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Up in the Headmaster's office an old man sat looking at the desk in front of him. He needed to speak to his clan, and soon. The child would be born in two months time. The two vampires' would surely try and run away. They didn't understand that they couldn't though. They were too stubborn and to new to understand who he was. That he really wasn't the Headmaster at all. That he could find them wherever they tried to run.

A thrill woke the old man from his thoughts and he looked up at the phoenix that had made the noise.

"Not to worry Fawkes. You will see your master again soon." he soothed the trapped bird.

The chain around his right foot rattled when he stretched out his wings and gave another sad thrill.

Yes, soon he would leave Hogwarts with the baby and hide it away so the prophesy could not come true. He couldn't let it. Dumbledore hadn't seen that. That's why he was forced to take the old fools place at the school he called great. The old man made a face at the thought.

He would much rather be at home in his own realm, with his mate. But he wasn't, was he? No...! The elder's saw it fit that he took this role as he was so experienced. Damn, he missed his mate!

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