A/N; Alright, here's the dealio. Exams coming up, but I'm going to really try to get another chapter out between now and then, and THEN it's summer vaca, so chapters should be shooting out. If you'll kindly remember xmas vaca, I was like… I little writing machine! Haha I don't know.. REVIEW!

Voldemort was in a curious mood.

He simply didn't know what to do with the information he had recently acquired. He gave himself a little recap. Lucius, his most trusted servant, most loyal Death Eater, was a traitor. If he hadn't called a meeting that very night, he might never have found out that young Mr. Malfoy was a vampire.

Oh, and not to mention that the worshipped, beloved Harry Potter was his mate.

As he thought this last, he felt an out of place jolt of shock in his head. Ah, so Mr. Potter has decided to pay a visit, he thought, as he shoved him roughly out of his head.

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Harry woke up, very quickly indeed. He sat bolt upright in his bed and didn't move for several minutes, save for his erratic breathing. Normally after he had a vision, he was slightly off for the rest of the morning but this particular one hadn't been too extreme.

After awhile he stood up from bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Leaning over the nearest toilet, he gagged, and then threw up.

Having emptied what little was in his stomach to begin with; he rested his head on the toilet seat, exhausted, and allowed a small smile to creep onto his face.

Deciding he needed to tell Dumbledore about the vision, (and the news); he got up and left his dorm. He was still dressed, albeit sloppily, from the night before, and headed to the Headmasters office.

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In the Hospital Wing, Lucius had just woken Draco up from the bed next to him.

Not quite realizing where he was or who he was with, a hungover Draco shoved the hand off of himself.

Lucius rolled his eyes and snapped, "Draco! Up! Now!" Hearing his father's voice, the younger blond sat quickly, only to fall back down in dizziness.

"Draco, get a hold of yourself," Lucius sighed, "now, do you remember what we talked about last night when you arrived here?" Draco paused, embarrassed to tell the truth; he didn't remember anything after the pub.

Face pink, he shook his head no, he didn't remember anything. "What happened?" he asked worriedly, knowing his father had been to see the Dark Lord.

The look on his fathers face was doing nothing to calm his nerves. "Draco, the Dark Lord knows of your situation and of Harry. He knows it all, I'm very sorry."

Lucius decided it wasn't any easier telling bad news for a second time. If anything, it had been harder now, because he knew his son was sober.

As soon as his father had said 'Dark Lord', the explanation of last night had come rushing back to him. As well as thought of Jeremy after the pub.

"Fuck," was all he could think to say. Fuck the Dark Lord, fuck to himself for getting piss drunk and almost sleeping with a complete stranger when he was trying to get Harry.

Just as he was thinking this, Dumbledore strolled into the Hospital Wing, looking as if he had gotten absolutely no sleep.

"As, Lucius, glad to see you feeling well, and young Mr. Malfoy, how are you fairing this morning?" Draco mumbled a response.

The Headmaster had a knowing look. "Yes indeed, well I came down here first and foremost to discuss how you will inform Mr. Potter of the current situation."

Draco would later swear that his heart had actually stopped for a good ten seconds. Without thinking, he yelled, "What! No!"

Dumbledore was startled. "Mr. Malfoy, surely you cannot leave Mr. Potter in the dark on this. That simply wouldn't be fair."

Draco, of course, knew this, but what if Harry thought that he only wanted him because they were mates? Draco didn't think he could handle that. He wanted him Harry for so much more that that.

He himself was shocked that he thought that. Since when? Oh well, it didn't matter. All that mattered was what he thought now.

"Fine," he sighed, trying to seem more unwilling than he actually was, "I'll tell him next time I see him, alright?"

The Headmaster smiled in the way that only he can, effectively sending shivers down Draco's back. "Well, I suppose your father and I had better give the two of you some privacy then?"

Draco started. What! Was Harry here? How much had he heard?

Dumbledore answered his questions saying, "Harry has only just arrived and is about to come into this room. I daresay he was looking for me and ran out of placed to find me."

As he finished speaking, true to his word, Harry stepped into the Hospital Wing. Upon seeing the two Malfoys, and Dumbledore, he stopped.

"Um, sorry, am I interrupting something? I can come back later. I just wanted to speak with you sir." He said addressing the Headmaster.

"Oh Mr. Potter, Lucius and I were just about to leave. Perhaps it can wait for another time?" Harry nodded, not wanting to go against his Headmaster, and also, wanting to speak with Draco.

After the two adults left, Harry and Draco stood awkwardly, neither one wanting to break to silence. When the pressure finally became too much for Draco, he started "Harry listen. I have to tell you something quite important."

Harry waited, wanting Draco to tell him that they were mates off his own will. He needed to know that it wasn't just a trick that Voldemort had sent him, as he had done before.

"This is actually somewhat hard for me to say. I'm not used to this. Of course, I'm sure you're not either." He stopped, taking a deep breath, preparing himself. "Turns out we're mates." He waited for a reaction. When he got none, his nerves went sky high and he started to ramble. "You know? Vampires and all? Mates?"

Harry put his hand up, to stop him before he went into cardiac arrest.

"I know, its okay." He reassured Draco. "I just had a vision from Voldemort about it."

"Al-right… and, are you okay with that? It's fine if you're not, we can always take it really slow and start out as friends if you-"

Harry interrupted him, leaning forward and gently touching his lips over Draco's. While that had shut him up, it left them both wanting more. After a second of silence, Harry thought 'Why not', and leaned in again.

This time the kiss was much rougher, full of wanting and relief of being accepted as mates. Harry put his hands on Draco's lower back, pulling their whole body's closer and Draco put his on Harry's neck, so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.

Tongues running against each other, they gasped, not really believing this was happening. It had seemed to be a fluke when it had happened before in the potions room. Neither had thought it would ever happen again. Yet here they were.

It seemed they couldn't get close enough. They kept pulling at each other, trying to merge their bodies into one. Draco felt their hard cocks brush together and groaned into Harry's mouth.

A moment later, Harry pulled away to catch his breath and in the next moment, was kissing down Draco's jaw on then onto his neck. He started nipping and licking at it, while Draco was simply put, in heaven. He couldn't get enough of the thought that it was Harry, his mate, his own forever, who was doing this to him.

The extra sensitivity of his neck made this an overwhelming experience and he was just about to loose any conscious thought when the stimulation unexpectedly stopped. Draco groaned unhappily, missing Harry's mouth on his neck when Harry altogether moved away from him.

Worried that something he had done had put Harry off, made him change his mind even, he stepped quickly towards his mate, trying to pull him back into his arms. Something Harry quickly shoved off.

Panicking, Draco asked "What's wrong love? What did I do?"

Not answering, Harry asked "Who were you with last night?"

Draco palled, eyes wide, wondering how he would know to ask that. "W-what do you mean?" One look at Harry was enough to break his heart. He had tears welling up in his eyes, a look of betrayal quite clear on his face.

"I mean, who gave you that hickey!" Harry's voice quivering, nearing a shout.

Not knowing what else to do, Draco conjured up a mirror to check out the situation. Sure enough, there was a bruised mark on his neck where Jeremy had bitten him the night before. 'Oh god no. Why me?'

"Harry, I was drunk, we didn't do anything, I swear! Please don't be upset." He was getting ready to kneel before Harry if he had to. He would believe him. He had to.

Harry, with a sickened look, turned and walked as quickly out of the Hospital Wing as he could, with all the conflicting emotions he was experiencing. He thought he loved Draco, but not really being sure what love was, it might've just been lust, but then Draco had to go and be with another guy. He didn't know what to think. He was insanely jealous and angry, but also felt like something had just died inside of him.

Draco, having been left near tears for the third time in two days, was completely emotionally exhausted. On top of that, he was hitting himself for even having thought of sleeping with Jeremy to get over Harry. Who was he kidding? There was no getting over Harry. And now he might've just ruined what they could have had. Just by being a common drunk.

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