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Harry dropped onto his bed in the dorm, slightly breathless from running all the way. He had figured he had to burn off the energy the blood had given him. Actually, judging from the tent in his pants, it had given him more than just energy.
Harry was lost. He didn't understand what had just happened. It had come so fast that even if he had wanted to, he didn't think he could've stopped it.
Now there was something that was bothering him. Why hadn't he wanted it to stop? Normally he would've thought his reaction would be very… negative, not to mention Malfoy's reaction.
They usually didn't come within feet of each other unless in violence and now, less than half an hour ago, they had technically been necking. Given, there had been the base need of taking blood but… common.
Harry didn't know how he felt about this situation. The fact that he had never really had a preference for either sex placated his mind a little. Actually, now that he thought about it, Malfoy was attractive. In a completely arrogant way of course; he always looked pompous, Harry decided. He could never go for someone like that, no matter how attractive they might be.
The only thing he could think to do was go to the library. He needed to know more about their situation NOW.
A few dozen flights down, in the Slytherin part of the dungeons, Draco was having somewhat similar thoughts.
Harry was actually hot if you could look past the Gryffindor side of him, which Draco personally could not. That was the only reason he had pushed him away in the Hospital Wing earlier. He could even put the past insults behind him, but he could just imagine the legendary Gryffindor prudish…ness kicking in if he tried anything.
It was widely speculated in Slytherin house that every single Gryffindor was pure, virginal and completely innocent. In fact, thinking about Potter that way was sort of a turn on – just because he could be a challenge – he told himself. But not that much of a challenge.
He had heard the moans of encouragement coming from him, and the way he had attacked his own neck, clearly had shown lust. Just blood lust though? Or had there been more than that. Draco had certainly felt it, and hoped Harry had too.
He sat suddenly on his bed. Something had just come to him. Vampires had mates, oh Merlin why hadn't he thought of it before? When he had smelled Harry, something inside him actually encouraged the feeding. And his blood had been so good, so sweet, yet bitter tasting in its own right.
Of course, he tried to assure himself, there was no way of knowing for sure if they were mates unless they had sex, at which point, they would form a bond if they were meant to be.
Well, there was only one way to find out and, Draco smirked, it would be good. He knew they would have to feed again soon and he planned on taking full advantage of it this time. Let operation 'seduce-Harry' commence. His evil grin would have been disconcerting to even his cold hearted father at that moment.
A week had passed quietly at Hogwarts since the arrival of the vampires and the idea was slowly beginning to sink into Harry. He had spent much of his time in the library, researching vampires and their habits and found them not to be that bad.
Contrary to popular belief, he could still go outside during the day, still had a reflection – though he had figured that when he had seen himself in a mirror…-, only had to feed on blood about once a week and best of all, could sprout wings with some major concentration. He liked this last one best. That meant he could go flying without a broomstick.
He had yet to attempt it, to scared of being seen by Malfoy and having to face him, but was eagerly awaiting a chance to try them out.
One disturbing thing that he was thinking about was that he and Malfoy had fed about a week ago. Didn't that mean they would need more soon?
He didn't know if he liked that idea or was terrified of it.
As Harry had stayed in the library and Draco had barely left his dorms, for reasons known only to him, the castle had been quiet and the staff was beginning to get worried.
Shouldn't there have been yelling in the hallways at all hours of the day? They had never seen the two rivals so keen on avoiding each other. Only Dumbledore didn't look at all disturbed from his regular routine. In fact, he was almost bouncing while he walked.
There wasn't one person or ghost in the castle who hadn't, at some point during the past week, seriously contemplated throwing a nasty curse his way.
Eight days after the feeding, Harry was sitting in the Great Hall, about to rush through yet another meal in an effort to avoid certain blond vampires, when the aforementioned being walked in.
Malfoy caught Harry's eyes for a few seconds and Harry felt a familiar, but not comfortable, feeling in his stomach and he panicked. He wasn't emotionally equipped to deal with another feeding, but the sensation in his stomach was telling him it was overdue.
Harry was thankful to be left to his thought when Draco didn't make an attempt at conversation, just started eating daintily.
As Harry compared the differences in their etiquette, he couldn't help a snort that pushed its way through. How inappropriate to be thinking about etiquette at such a time as this.
Draco looked up at the snort and got lost in the emerald green eyes. He was now starting to feel the pull to feed as well. Neither seemed able to tear their gaze away from each other. If they were to have looked at the Head table, they would have found the staff looking at them curiously, and Dumbledore seeming, if possible, more pompous than he had been the past week.
Harry was the first to look down, doing so with a faint blush on his cheeks. Draco still hadn't look away, finding more pleasure in staring at his fellow vampire. He really was attractive, ignoring of course, his personality.
Unsurprisingly, Harry's train of thought had taken a similar turn. If only he wasn't such a bastard, he might have potential, Harry considered. For that, he was sad. He would never go for someone that… narcissistic was a good way of putting it.
Just as that thought entered his mind, it was swept away by a leg touching his own. His head shot up to Malfoy's and saw him casually eating. Surely, Harry thought, he must know what his leg was doing.
To his own horror, he felt his pants tighten and found himself gazing longingly at Malfoy's neck. That meant he couldn't leave until he calmed down, as he wasn't wearing robes. He tries all the classic turn offs for the students of Hogwarts.
Snape wearing nothing but briefs. A thong. Nothing! He couldn't believe he hadn't lost his hard on. Although now thoroughly disgusted with himself, he couldn't get it down!
His mind rushing through things to get rid of his problem, he finally came up with the image of Dumbledore on his knees before Snape, about to do unspeakable things.
He felt himself shrink right up and if anything, keep going, past his usual flaccid state, to even smaller.
Well at least I can leave, he thought resigned. He stood and rushed out of the Hall as fast as his recovering body could take him.
Draco sat back and enjoyed the knowledge of what he had done to him, trying to hide his own tent.
Tbc..