Love Bites 2

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. I merely own copies of the books.

Warnings: This fic contains yaoi (boy love, homosexuality of the male variety, male on male, etc.), mpreg, foul language, death, and adult themes. If ANY of these things offend you, please save yourself the trouble of reading this fic and find something else to read. If you are under 18 you should not be reading this anyway… but I won't tell your parents if you don't. *insert ninja face here*

Opening Notes: I have a confession to make… I actually started writing this chapter before I even posted the first one. I just couldn't help myself!!! Plus, I knew once I finished the first chapter that I had better get this chapter done before I post the first one!

Chapter 2

Explanations

Harry's eyes welled up with tears. It was true that he couldn't stand the blonde Malfoy heir most of the time, but that didn't mean that he wanted said blonde dead. The sight of his childhood rival dead in his arms was more than just a little shocking for him, but what was even more shocking was when said deceased rival jolted from his arms and started screaming like a banshee on fire.

Floating… Draco Malfoy was floating… for about thirty seconds… and then came the pain. He was vaguely aware that he was screaming bloody murder, but his mind couldn't register much of anything besides the excruciating pain in his back and gums. He started thrashing about, clawing at his back and screaming to the heavens.

The sight before Harry was something that could only be described as something from his darkest nightmares. A very powerful magic aura sent him flying back at one of the pillar sections littering the twilit courtyard, knocking almost all of the wind out of him. Malfoy thrashed around the courtyard screaming and clawing at his back, where something was trying to break through his clothes. Harry could almost see the dark magic surrounding his rival as two pale leathery wings ripped forth from Draco's back. The blonde shouted in agony and clutched his head as his canines sharpened and elongated dangerously. His fingernails grew into claws, and his irises were no longer the dull stormy grey they had been for two and a half weeks now, but a brilliant, glowing silver.

As suddenly as the pain had started, it stopped. Draco fell to his knees and panted, trying to catch his breath. As his body adjusted to the abrupt changes it had just experienced, an overwhelming need for something overtook his senses. A noise to his right drew his attention, and there he saw exactly what his senses were calling for.

When Draco fell to his knees, Harry was awestruck for a moment. "Malfoy?" he asked after a few seconds. However, this was the absolute worst thing he could have done. Molten silver eyes snapped open in his direction, the pupils only thin slits. The blonde advanced upon his prey, and Harry was too shocked to even think about getting his wand out. Strong arms caught Harry in a vice-like grip, trapping him. A feral growl came from Draco's mouth as he sniffed his prey's throat. It was at this point that Harry realized what was happening, but it was far too late. His blonde captor's fangs embedded themselves deep inside his neck, drawing out his crimson blood.

The metallic taste of blood brought Draco back to his senses, and he managed to force himself to stop suckling on his victim's neck after a few seconds. When he withdrew his fangs, the puncture wounds healed over instantly because of his magic. The figure in his arms went limp, and he audibly gasped when he saw whose throat he had attacked.

With some effort, Draco managed to smuggle Harry back into the castle and down to his office in the dungeons without being noticed. Luckily for him, Filch had taken a vacation to America to visit some ancient torture devices museum of some sort and taken that awful cat of his with him.

When he arrived in his office, the portrait of his godfather immediately started reprimanding him for not being safely locked away while the sun set. "Draconis Lucius Malfoy, why were you not here in your office when the sun set as I instructed you?" Snape fumed. "Save your lecture, Sevvy; I attacked someone when I transformed," Draco grumbled, putting Harry on his bed. After all, it wasn't like he needed to sleep anymore now that he was dead. "This is exactly why I wanted you to be within my sight when it happened. Draco, the first person a vampire bites once they transform becomes their mate for life," Severus explained, making Draco turn white as a water lily. He turned to the portrait of the former potions master with a mixture of expressions on his normally stoic face.

"Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me this before just now?!" Draco shouted, infuriated. "I thought you would have more sense than to disobey my orders, but it would seem that I was obviously wrong. Now, Draco, who is it that you've bitten?" the portrait asked, trying to remain calm. Draco shut his gaping mouth and turned from his godfather, a blush creeping onto his features.

Meanwhile, Harry began to stir from his place on Draco's bed. He could've sworn he'd just heard the voice of his deceased potions master, but that couldn't be true. "I don't need to dignify that question with an answer, Severus. Besides, don't you have some dark corridor to stalk in another part of the castle?" Harry heard a familiar cold, sneering voice say. He slowly sat up, massaging his sore neck. Apparently he had been noticed, for once again he heard his dead professor speak. "Draco, did you actually bite Harry Potter's neck?"

Draco turned to face his bed and gulped when he saw Harry sitting up, tending to the area where he'd been bitten. "Potter, you're awake," Draco stated, unsure of what he should do. He glanced over to the portrait of his godfather only to find it conveniently empty of its occupant.

Harry's eyes were having a hard time focusing, his contacts having fallen out when he was attacked. "Malfoy? Is that you?" he asked blearily. Draco sighed and said, "Yes, Potter, it's me." "Where am I? What happened? Wait a minute, how are you alive?! I saw you die!" Harry shouted, but instantly wished he hadn't. His head began to throb, and he fell back down onto the bed. "I think it should be obvious, but you shouldn't get yourself so worked up right now, Potter. After all, you were just attacked by a vampire," Draco said, smirking in spite of himself. "A vampire?! Since when are you a vampire, Malfoy?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Since just a few minutes ago, actually. You were lucky enough to have the honor of being my first blood donor," Draco replied coolly.

Headmistress McGonagall had just returned to her office after the departing feast for her former students to find her former colleague Severus Snape in his portrait behind her desk. "Well, to what do I owe this honor, Severus? It's not every day that I am graced with your presence," Minerva sneered at the greasy-haired man. "I have no time for pleasantries this evening, Minerva. It would seem that we have a bit of an incident on our hands at the moment," Severus stated with an even more solemn look than usual.

"Malfoy, you're not making much sense. Why in the world would I want to spend the rest of my life with you? I don't even like you! Now let go of me so that I can blast you into oblivion!" Harry said as he struggled against the vampire's firm grip. "Not a chance, Potter," was the vampire's reply. When Harry had started to reach for his wand at Draco's explanation of what had happened, Draco had pinned him firmly to the bed. This was the position Minerva found them in when she barged into Draco's office, wand at the ready.

"Draconis Lucius Malfoy, you get off of him this instant!" Minerva shouted, ready to stun Draco if he didn't comply. However, Draco did comply, if a bit reluctantly. After all, the scent of Potter's blood was driving his vampire senses wild. "Mister Potter, please come with me. Mister Malfoy, you stay here. If I hear anything from Severus about you leaving this room for any reason, I shall revoke your professorship for insubordination. Do I make myself clear, Mister Malfoy?" Minerva asked, her voice unwavering. Draco let out a low growl, but nodded in agreement.

Harry did his best to get to McGonagall without falling over anything, but ended up tripping over his own two feet. Before he could crash to the cold stone floor, however, a pair of strong arms caught him around the waist and held him close to a firm chest. "On second thought, Headmistress, I think I'd like to stay close to Potter. After all, according to Sevvy, we're mates now. Therefore, whatever you have to say to Potter, you can say it in front of me," Draco said as he held onto Harry protectively.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to separate the stubborn blonde from the wizarding world's savior any time soon, she merely sighed in defeat. "Alright then, Draco, have a seat with Mister Potter. There are a few matters to which I would like to attend, the first one being your current… situation," she said motioning to how Draco had his arms around Harry and was nuzzling his neck. Harry merely blushed and squirmed in the vampire's grasp, but to no avail. "Malfoy, if you bite me again, I swear I'll make you regret it," Harry threatened. "I'm not going to bite you again, Potter, so don't get your undies in a bunch. You just smell really good, that's all," Draco said as he led them backwards and sat down on the bed with Harry in his lap.

"That is enough, you two. Mister Malfoy, it is plainly obvious that you have recently undergone the painful metamorphosis of becoming a vampire. The first question I have for you is this; how long ago was it that you were… administered… with the venom?" Minerva asked, taking a seat in a nearby chair. "It was the night of the quarter moon, so, close to two weeks ago. I know what you're going to ask next, so save your breath. I got poisoned with the venom when I was in the Forbidden Forest looking for Crescent Moon Lilies. I'm out of fresh ones, and I knew they grew somewhere in the forest. I did not tell anyone besides Sevvy for two reasons. One was that nobody ever bothers to visit me down here in the dungeons over the summer, and two was that there is no cure for vampirism, just like there is no cure for lycanthropy; there are merely ways to suppress the more dangerous parts of the two afflictions. I am a vampire, Minerva, not a moron. Both you and Sevvy taught me better than to do something dangerous without doing my homework," Draco said with a sly grin before continuing to ravish Harry's neck.

"Draco, try to control yourself. It would not benefit anyone if you were to lose yourself and attack Potter again this evening," Severus said from his portrait. Draco merely growled in reply and tightened his hold on Harry, who continued to squirm in hopes of escaping. Minerva nodded in agreement and said, "Now, Mister Potter, knowing that you are now Mister Malfoy's… mate… are you still willing to take on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship?" "Of course I am, as long as this is not going to be an ongoing condition for me," Harry replied, elbowing Draco in the stomach and making him finally release the raven-haired wizard. "Once the New Moon phase passes, Draco's… affection… will begin to wear down. However, he will become like this during every new moon," Severus explained.

None of them got any sleep that night. However, it was arranged that while Harry would have his own office and private chambers, he would have to spend every new moon with Draco in the dungeons. Harry agreed to the arrangement under the condition that Draco not sexually harass and/or molest him, to which Draco had to have Severus force him to agree.

They only realized what time it was once a house elf delivered what would have been Draco's breakfast. "My goodness, it appears that the sun is rising. Mister Potter, I'm terribly sorry for preventing you from resting for so long. I will leave you under Draco's and Severus's care, because our dear Poppy would have kittens if she knew what we just discussed. Now, I bid you all a good morning," Minerva said before leaving.

As soon as McGonagall had left the room, Draco's arms snaked their way around Harry's waist again. "Malfoy, get your hands off me. I may be your mate by vampire standards, but that doesn't mean I want you trying to get into my pants every time we're alone. You're not thinking clearly right now anyway, so just… go wanker off in the washroom or something. I'm going to eat breakfast and get some sleep," Harry said, pushing Draco's arms off of him. "But Potter, you smell so wonderful! Won't you let me just sit here and ravish you for a while? I promise I won't bite," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, making him shudder slightly. "Sod off, you bloody ponce," Harry shot before sitting at Draco's desk and eating Draco's breakfast.

Draco took this opportunity to observe his rival turned mate, crossing his legs on the bed and leaning forward slightly, his hands on his knees. "Accio glasses," Harry said, holding his hand out. When his glasses appeared with a faint 'pop' into his hand, Draco was mildly impressed. He had doubted if it was really Potter that he had attacked, but he could definitely see it now that Harry had his glasses on. Draco could hardly believe how good-looking Potter had become since the final battle. He had gotten taller, but not by very much, his hair was a bit longer and seemed a bit more tame now that is was, and he seemed to have this sort of knowing aura about him, like there was more to him than what one would think. Draco knew this was true, however, having spent over half of his time in school Potter-watching.

Harry could feel Draco's stare boring into him, but paid no mind. However, he did have to keep himself from staring back at the vampire. He had never been in such close to proximity to one without having to eliminate its existence before. When he held his Auror occupation, he had killed over a dozen from a convent near London. Now that he had an opportunity to 'study' one up close, he was quite curious. He kept his curiosity in check by reminding himself that he would have the entire school year to observe the vampire.

Hermione paced the hallway outside of McGonagall's office for nearly an hour before the Headmistress rounded the corner. "Minerva! Minerva, do you know where Harry is? He wasn't at the departure feast last night, and the last time I saw him he said he was going to speak with you about the professorship offer. Minerva, I'm worried. Harry would never leave without saying goodbye to me, so I just know something terrible has happened!" Hermione shouted frantically. Minerva pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Mrs. Granger-Weasley, would you please calm down? I have had a very hectic night, and have yet to get any sleep. Mister Potter is just fine. I just finished a rather long meeting with him and Mister Malfoy down in the dungeons, and I suspect that Mister Potter is getting some much needed rest. Now, if you will excuse me, I would very much like to do the same," Minerva said before ushering aside the stone gargoyle guarding her office.

Hermione stood there dumbstruck for a moment. "In the dungeons? What would Harry be doing down in the dungeons?" she pondered to herself before heading towards that exact place.

Once Harry finished eating breakfast he yawned openly. "I can't believe I'm asking this, but do you think I could sleep here for a few hours, Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly. Draco smirked and said, "Of course you can, Potter, but under one condition; I want another sample of your blood before you do. I don't want much; only a couple of cups will be enough. After all, you wouldn't want me to end up attacking you while you sleep. If I lose control, I may end up killing you."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but the prospect of death was not something he was fond of. "Alright, fine, but only because I don't want you killing me in my sleep," Harry said. "Well then, Potter, come over here," Draco said, standing up with his arms extended. Harry sighed and walked over to Draco. The blonde vampire pulled the raven-haired into a tight embrace, making Harry blush, and bit down on his throat in the same place he had bitten Harry before. After a brief moment of pain, Harry felt like he was floating. He was vaguely aware of Draco's office door opening, and he thought he heard someone moan, but what brought him back to reality was the sound of someone screaming.

Hermione heard Harry's voice coming from Draco's office saying something about someone killing him in his sleep, and her mind immediately went into panic mode. She drew her wand and threw open the door to Draco's office. However, she wasn't even remotely prepared for the scene that awaited her on the other side. A monstrous creature had Harry in its clutches and was devouring his neck while Harry groaned in what she could only guess was pain. The creature's gaze locked onto her and she let out a high-pitched scream.

Draco could hardly believe how delicious Harry's blood tasted. The vertically challenged wizard tasted of cinnamon, apples, and perfectly aged red wine. The sound of his office door crashing open brought him out of his feeding daze. He glared at the person that was stupid enough to interrupt his meal. He removed his fangs from Harry's neck, making the wizard moan. The bite wound disappeared without a trace, and Draco smirked. The person at the door screamed in terror and Harry tensed in his arms.

"Get your claws off of him, you bloodthirsty monstrosity! Stupefy!" Hermione shouted, sending the petrifying spell flying at Draco. Draco dove to the side, keeping Harry held tight to his chest. "Watch where you're aiming, Granger!" Draco spat. Harry slipped out of Malfoy's grasp, and, consequently, his tuxedo jacket, and drew his wand on Hermione. "Hermione, stand down. You don't know the full situation!" Harry shouted at his old friend, shocking both Hermione and Draco.

All three of them stayed frozen for a moment. Hermione was the first to move, lowering her wand but keeping it in her hand. Harry lowered his wand as well and sat down on Draco's bed; he was exhausted, and his limbs felt like lead. Draco stood up off the floor and growled, ripping his shirt and jacket off the rest of the way; his wings ripping through the back had already ruined them for good. "Harry, what's going on? Where have you been? Do you know how worried I've been?!" Hermione shouted in quick succession, sounding like a mother hen. "Hermione, please, one question at a time. I'm really tired, and I want to get some sleep before I completely pass out," Harry said as he ruffled his hair, trying to keep himself awake.

"Just go to sleep, Potter; I'll explain things to the high-strung little witch," Draco said, sitting at his desk and putting his feet up. Harry simply groaned in exhaustion and laid back onto the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the overly-fluffy pillows.

When Draco heard Harry's breathing even out in sleep, he returned his attention back to Hermione, who had her wand at the ready once more. "Will you put that thing away? Geez, you act like I'm going to try to rip your head off at any moment. Seven years of working with me, and you still don't trust me? And I thought you knew me better than that, Granger," Draco said with a sneer. Hermione raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Malfoy? Is that really you?" she asked incredulously. To answer this, Draco merely flashed his signature Malfoy smirk at her. "My god, Malfoy, what happened to you?! Did one of your little 'experimental potions' do this to you?" she asked only half-joking.

Draco rolled his eyes and explained to Hermione what he had just spent the previous night explaining to McGonagall. Lunch had arrived by the time Draco finished explaining the current situation, mainly because Hermione had such dramatic reactions to over half of the things he said.

"Malfoy, how could you do something like this to Harry?!" Hermione shouted. "Be quiet, Granger; Potter's still sleeping. Besides, I'm not complaining about how things turned out; Potter's actually pretty good-looking. I know, I know, I'm a ponce, but can you honestly say that you don't think he's bloody gorgeous?" Draco said, glancing at Harry's sleeping form. "Malfoy, you're not in your right mind at the moment. That's the vampire in you thinking right now; it's trying to mate as soon as possible. Wait a minute. Malfoy, are you a dominant or a submissive?" Hermione asked seriously. Draco gave her a weird look and said, "Well I'm not going to take it up the arse, if that's what you're getting at. What does that have to do with anything, anyway?" "Malfoy, I don't know if you're aware of this, a male vampire is dominant in a sexual relationship, their mate will be able to bear children no matter if they're or female. Do you understand now? Malfoy, if you have sex with Harry, you could get him pregnant even though he's a man," Hermione said with a blush. "I'll leave you to think about that," she said as she stood up to leave.

Draco sat there with a shocked expression on his face. Severus had told him about this, but he hadn't paid any mind to that little detail until now. The worst part about it, though, was that he actually kind of liked it. The more Draco thought about it, the more he liked the idea of Harry having his children. He could just see it; Harry with a precious bump where his stomach would be, the two of them living in Malfoy Manor over the summer with his parents, and their many children surrounding them when they arrived home.

Draco was brought out of his daydreaming by the sounds of Harry waking from his slumber. The wizarding world's savior sat up in the large, luxurious bed he was in and stretched his weary muscles. "Finally awake, Potter? Did you know that you sleep like the dead? I'm surprised you didn't wake up through all of Granger's shouting. Speaking of her, how in the world have you kept yourself sane all these years? I swear, she's worse than my mother once she gets going," Harry heard Draco say, making him realize where he was. "Trust me, I know; I had to share a common room with her for seven years, and she still insists on nagging me every chance she gets. I honestly think I lost my sanity back in our second year. How else do you think I could've survived all these years, even without having Voldemort trying to kill me left and right?" Harry said as he got out of bed and walked over to Draco's desk.

"What time is it?" Harry asked blearily. "I'd say it's about four in the afternoon, if I had to guess. One of the house elves should be here soon with dinner. I don't have to eat anymore, so you can have whatever it brings. I'm going to go find Severus and talk to him; he's probably lurking in McGonagall's office," Draco said as he got up to leave.

Harry had just realized that Draco was shirtless, and he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at the blonde's scarred chest. Draco followed Harry's line of vision and tensed before turning away from him and staring at the floor. "Hideous, isn't it? I normally wear a glamour charm to hide it," Draco said slowly, sounding like a beaten child. Harry snapped out of his trance and shook his head. "Actually, Malfoy, it's a bit of a relief to know that you're not completely flawless. That was one of the reasons why I couldn't stand the sight of you when we were in school; you were just too perfect," Harry said with a blush gracing his features.

Draco turned around to see Harry shuffling his feet nervously and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. "So, you think I'm perfect?" Draco said, smirking. Harry glared up at Malfoy and clenched his fists. "Don't get so full of yourself, Malfoy. Another reason I couldn't stand to be around you was because you're an egotistical prick. Where's your fireplace? Even snakes like you must get cold," Harry spat. Draco felt a pang of hurt at Harry's words, but didn't let it show. "There's a fireplace in the den; it's the door on the left over there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some unfinished business with my godfather," Draco said evenly, putting up his usual cold mask of indifference.

Harry stormed off into the other room and Draco walked out of his office in search of Severus. Harry lit the fireplace and took out a small pouch of floo powder he had in his pocket. He tossed the pouch's contents into the fireplace and sighed as the flames changed from blazing orange to brilliant emerald. He stepped into the fireplace and clearly shouted, "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!"

Draco stalked through the castle, not paying attention to where he was going, and ended up colliding with a thoroughly startled Rubeus Hagrid. "Watch where you're going, you great oaf," Draco said with a snarl and a glare. "Oi, bloody 'ell! Git back ter the forest, yeh bloody vampire! We don' need your lot causin' any trouble. Go on, git!" Hagrid said, swatting at Draco with his pink umbrella that contained his old wand. Draco growled and drew his own wand on Hagrid, making the large man stop in his tracks. "Listen to me, you brainless buffoon, do not mix me in with those barbaric creatures that live in your precious forest," Draco said darkly. Hagrid stared at Draco for a few moments before saying, "Draco Malfoy?! What the bloody 'ell happened to you?!" Malfoy simply growled and stalked off in the direction of McGonagall's office.

Harry stepped out of the fireplace of his own living room and sighed. "Honestly, how can Draco Malfoy be so infuriating and so sexy at the same time?" he asked himself as he plopped down onto the sofa. A noise coming from under the sofa drew his attention away from his thoughts of the sexy vampire, and he smiled before taking the string from the pouch he had his floo powder in and dangling it in front of the sofa.

Draco paced in front of the stone gargoyle guarding McGonagall's office, muttering to himself about how infuriating Potter was. Minerva eventually came down from her office and cleared her throat to get Draco's attention. "Mister Malfoy, would I be correct in assuming that you have been pacing the hallway here because you could not go up to my office and barge in on my paperwork?" she said with a sour look on her face. "Minerva, I need to speak with Severus, and I know he's in your office, so either let me in your office or send him down to mine," Draco demanded. Minerva let out a frustrated huff of air and said, "Very well then, Draco, you may go up to my office and speak with him. In the future, though, do not use that tone of voice with me." Draco waved in return and went up to her office.

Harry smiled as he petted his hellkitten. "I'm sorry I had to leave you like that, Dante. Would you like to come with me next time?" he asked the small red kitten. Dante mewed in response and butted his head against Harry's hand affectionately. "Well, I'm glad to hear that, because I decided to take to job at Hogwarts, and I wanted to have your opinion before I brought you with me. I've got to tell you, though, you may have your own work cut out for you. There's this vampire there, bloody ponce, and he just happens to be the same bloody ponce that I told you made my life miserable while I was there before. The worst part about it, though, is that he bit me when he turned into a vampire last night, and now I have to be his mate. Can you believe that, Dante?" he asked the black striped little furball. Dante merely mewed again and curled up in Harry's lap, purring.

"Severus, do you know if I'm going to be able to wear a shirt ever again? These wings are nice, but I don't want my students to be staring at my abs nonstop once classes start," Draco said, pointing to his well-toned six pack. "Have you really forgotten everything I've been telling you over the past few weeks? All you need to do in order to make your wings disappear is to concentrate. However, if that proves too difficult for you, you could always have Potter rip them off for you. I saw the two of you arguing earlier, and it brought back some rather frustrating memories," Snape sneered from his portrait. Draco let out a low growl and closed his eyes. He felt his wings seem to melt into his back and forced himself not to shudder at the feeling. "Well then, now that that's over, I have some other business to discuss with you. Tell me everything you remember about being a vampire, Sevvy."

Closing Notes

You guys had better be happy that I started writing this chapter before I published the first one. Not only that, but I finished this chapter at about four in the morning… 3:54 to be exact, right as DeathNote was finishing up on Adult Swim. It was the episode with the fake Kira tapes on Sakura TV. Ooh, did you guys know that there are over ten thousand total words in this story already?! Well, maybe a little less than that, since my word count is including the warnings and notes and all that jazz. Quite honestly, I didn't expect to be this far along in the story by now when I started writing the first chapter yesterday morning. That's what happens, though, when you decide to fog your bedroom and lock yourself away from your PS2 for four hours. Today, though, I just had nothing better to do than write. I'm not allowed to use the desktop computer on weekends, so I couldn't upload this like I had wanted. I'm writing this story on my laptop so that I can get more chapters up sooner for you guys. Chapter 3 gets uploaded once there are 15 total reviews. Also, Taming the Beast is on strike until it gets 50 total reviews. Tell your friends!!! *passes out*