Chapter Two- The Turning Point

Harry's eyebrows shot up a half a mile.

"What did you just say?" He asked in a shaky tone. Severus sighed as he made his way to his room.

"We must make love. Or as kids you age say 'fuck'. Which I find a vulgar word indeed."

"Why?" Severus opened up his door with just a thought. The room lit up to show a big room that had two doors; one to the left and one to the right. The bed was done in black silk and velvet and sat on the far corner of the wall. The four corner bed posts were canopied in a deep plum. The walls were painted a deeper shade of purple. Severus put Harry on the bed, then went and closed the door. When he came back he sat next to Harry and began undoing the boys shirt, while saying,

"To become a vampire you must be in the middle of sexual intercourse with the vampire. Only then can you be changed." Snape took Harry's shirt off. The boy was small and lean; his pants were tenting just under the look of the potion master.

"Snape."

"Severus." Severus corrected. "And I shall call you Harry, Harry" Lust was clouding his mind. He need to be fast. He took the boys pants off and the boxers; his shoes and socks. Then he helped the boy into his bed. "This needs to happen now." Severus took his clothes off in a hurry.

Harry was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and the splitting ache in his head was becoming worse. Plus he was harder then a rock…FOR HIS POTION'S MASTER! I am going crazy I just know it. He thought.

Severus went to his bedside before getting in. He grabbed the lubrication and settled next to Harry. "I need you to turn on you stomach."

Harry barley nodded but tried to turn. Snape helped him on to his stomach. The soft silk engulfed his throbbing member. It felt cool. Snape pulled his covers from him.

Severus could smell the boy's arousal. The thick, heady, musk smell of Harry. Oh how he would have loved to tease the boy till he would burst, but he need to hurry. But he could give the boy a little taste of what was to come.

Harry felt something wet on his cheek. He thought it was Snape's lubricated figure but then it went of his pucker and Harry knew it was his tongue. Snape was licking him! Harry couldn't hold back the moan.

"That is it Harry. Relax." Severus entered one finger into Harry's body. Then two and finally three. He slicked up his member and entered in one fast thrust. Harry made a noise between a moan and a scream. "I know, Harry." Severus said as he began to move. "I will go slower next time."

Harry was confused. There would be a next time, he thought as Snape moved in and out faster and faster. Harry grabbed the sheets on either side of him, but his strength was waning. Severus felt it, in his every core. And with out further ado he bit Harry. Harry felt the bit and the pain that went with it. As Severus feed he pounded into Harry. He needed to spill his seed in the boy. Severus didn't have far to go, he felt the last of Harry's blood leave the boy, and that was enough to send him over the edge.

He quickly turned the boy over, after pulling out. Then he bit into his wrist, letting the his rich blood fall into Harry's mouth. It pulled Harry back from death. He found blood in his mouth. The blood tasted so good that when the wrist came down, he latched on to the flesh.

"Enough, Harry." Severus whispered quietly. Harry looked up and shook his head. Severus smiled at the boy, but pulled his head back by his hair until Harry let go. Harry frowned but soon was over come with sleep. He need to sleep. Severus held Harry against him till the boy fell in to a deep sleep. He still breathed, even though he didn't need to. But human habits died hard.