A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews. I need them if you want me to update! Pleeease (and I don't care how unbecoming begging is). The chapters are getting slowly longer lol. Here's the beginning of the smut for you.

"Albus are you sure this is the right way to go about this?" Questioned a doubtful McGonagall.

They had just sent Draco Malfoy into the Hospital Wing to wait for Harry and Dumbledore was the only one looking optimistic.

"With their history, I'm not sure even an uncommon event such as this one will affect them in any way."

"Trust me Minerva. They'll be fine"

Back in the Hospital Wing, things weren't looking up. The laughter and cursing had escalated into yelling… and cursing.

"How could that old fool assume I would feed off a half-blood and YOU for Merlin's sake!"

"Might I remind you that I'm not the only half-blood in the room Malfoy? Getting a little hypocritical, don't you think!" Harry knew this wasn't the way to get along, but at the moment he couldn't care less. He just wanted to kill Malfoy so he wouldn't be bothered with him anymore.

Furious with himself and Malfoy, Harry turned to leave, but was stopped by his rivals voice sounding, for once, something that wasn't arrogant. Desperate.

"Listen," Draco started, sounding like he had to force the words out, "I'm sure you understand that blood lust has to be satisfied or it can become dangerous…" He hinted.

Harry almost started laughing again at his uncharacteristic behavior. The blood lust really was getting to him. But as loathe as he was to admit it, he understood where Malfoy was coming from. They did need to feed. Harry didn't know much about vampires, other than what muggle fairy tales could teach, but he did know that his stomach was screaming for the warm copper liquid.

"But wait;" he thought out loud, "Don't we need fangs or something?"

Malfoy scoffed at him, "I see I'm the more educated in this particular topic as well then?"

Harry blushed. It wasn't his fault he knew nothing about what they were. He had just been informed today whereas Malfoy had most likely been raised with the unsettling idea.

"It's just, I'm not quite sure I understand what's involved." He spluttered. Malfoy looked annoyed and also, Harry notice, slightly nervous.

"Alright Potter," he sighed like he had given up. "Come here."

Harry hesitated. He may have gone with Snape even though he didn't trust him, but he wasn't about to start making a habit of it and besides, Malfoy's case was completely different. He wasn't going within ten feet of Malfoy without a damn good reason.

Draco sighed at his reluctance. "Really Potter, what do you think I'm going to do! I'm doing us both a favor in initiating this feeding. As uncomfortable as it may be, let us get it over with!

Harry felt like crying. He didn't know what to do to get out of this situation. He knew he had to have the blood, on the other hand… well, it was Malfoy!

His resolve finally gave way when his stomach growled unhappily. He stepped towards Malfoy first slowly, not knowing how to progress. He still didn't understand the fang thing, and disturbingly, that was what was bothering him the most.

Draco took the last couple of steps and as soon as he was close enough, he pulled Harry to him and started smelling his neck. Malfoy's grip on his shoulders tightened and he gently licked a patch about halfway down his neck.

Harry moaned at the tentative touch then blushed. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, he reminded himself. But it was hard to keep that in mind as Draco had his head buried in his neck, now lapping at a particular spot.

Without warning, Harry felt Draco sink his fangs in. He only had a brief second to wonder where they had come from before he was overcome by the wonderful sensation.

It was like an intense, prolonged orgasm. He could feel tingles spreading their way through this entire body and gasped.

He realized at some point, he had buried his hands in Draco's hair but he didn't seem to mind, or even notice so Harry decided it didn't really matter.

Harry could feel Draco starting to slow his sucking, signaling that he was almost finished his meal, then pull his fangs out and lick the wound to stop the flow of blood.

Harry could hear his irregular breathing as he tried to catch it. He chanced a look at Malfoy and saw him wiping a drop of his blood from his lower lip with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.

"Well," Draco panted, "Your turn I suppose"

Although Harry still wasn't clear on it, he decided to copy what Malfoy had done and maybe just hope for the best.

He lowered his nose to Malfoy's neck and sniffed. He was overcome by the smell of arousal and a scent that was distinctly Malfoy. He couldn't help himself licking it, it was just so inviting.

Harry felt a tingling in his gums and before he knew what was happening, he felt his teeth growing and pressing against his lower lip. He open mouth kissed Malfoy's neck and as he did this, slipped his teeth into his neck.

Malfoy gasped. When he slowly started sucking the blood from the open wound, he felt Draco's knees buckle and heard a loud moan. Unsure if it belonged to himself or Malfoy, he decided he really didn't care.

The taste of the blood gliding down his throat was distracting him from all else. After a few moments, his body seemed to decide it had had its fill and his fangs retracted and he gently licked the two puncture marks at the base of the others neck.

Recovery from this was much like recovery from amazing sex. Not that Harry knew this. The stood leaning on each other for support for a few minutes before Draco regained his self control and, as roughly as he could in this state, pushed Harry away, The latter was glad he had done that as Harry didn't think he'd have had the strength.

They stood, now on their own, staring each other down, waiting for the remarks to come from either, but they never did and getting bored, Harry stormed out of the Hospital Wing – mostly for effect – to the Gryffindor dorms to stew in his own thoughts. Draco was left with nowhere to go, except to his own empty dorm.

Tbc.