A/N; Heh.. Right so, Sorry it took so long, I'm back in my writing groove though! Which means I SHOULD start updating faster again. I actually liked writing this chapter, it was fun. Hope it's fun to read aswell. Kisses!

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Draco was starring at the closed infirmary door, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. He knew what he should do, but then there was that nagging voice telling him it could only end badly. He could follow Harry, but to what conclusion?

His mate was no doubt furious with him and, truth be told, Draco had never been good at this 'emotion' thing. You would never have guessed right?

He rolled his eyes at his own thinking. He would have to give it a shot. It was Harry, after all. He forced his feet to move.

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Harry slammed the door to his dorm. He was angry at himself for caring about Draco. Why should it matter to him that Draco had gotten some? It shouldn't. It should be the furthest thing from his mind.

He was torn from his thoughts by banging on his door. He knew there was only one person rude enough; inconsiderate enough, to bang on his door.

"Go away!" He yelled. "Potter, common, let me in. I just want to talk."

"Fuck off, I don't want to talk!" Harry closed his eyes tightly. 'Please just leave. Just leave,' he thought.

Draco sounded pissed off when he next yelled, "Fuck you Potter! Just let me in! I hope you realize I plan on staying here until you do. Common you prat!"

Harry rolled his eyes on the other side of the door before opening it. "Seriously?" Harry questioned. "Are you seriously pissing me off while trying to get me to let you in?"

Draco scoffed angrily while he pushed his way into the room.

Never one to beat around the bush, he said, "Why are you so pissed off? I have a hickey. It's not as if we're dating or anything! Add that to the fact that I was drunk and… What the fuck are you so angry about?"

Harry sighed and turned his back to Draco, his left hand jumping to brush through his hair in a nervous twitch. "Look Malfoy, that's not why I'm mad," he hesitated, not sure if he wanted to continue. "I'm mad at myself for being upset about your hickey." He came right out with it, finding it easier to say in one breath.

Draco looked confused and snorted. "What? Why wouldn't you care? We're mates! I just didn't think you'd be so annoyed."

Harry turned to face him again, frustrated. "You knob! I'm upset that just because I'm your mate, I automatically care! I just found out this morning that I was your mate and now suddenly I feel like I have some right over you! That's insane! Those aren't real feelings; they're just there because we fucking drink each others blood!"

There was a silence after he yelled this, in which Draco stared gob smacked at Harry.

"Is that what you really think? Really? Because that's bullshit. The fact that we're mates means that we're perfect for each other and our bodies just knew it before our heads did. It's not the other way round. We're not perfect for each other –because- we're mates. The vampire thing is sort of pushing us together at the moment, but even without this fucked up situation, we'd still be made for each other. To quote two overdone sayings; Opposites attract, and it's a thin line between love and hate. I think those both apply quite heavily to us and our … unique predicament."

Draco finally stopped himself from the rant and caught his breath. Harry was looking at him quite startled from the heated speech. His eyes were suspicious and what might have been a spark of hope was present.

"Really?" he asked, much quieter than the last time he had spoken.

"Of course," Draco answered, sounding defeated. "There's always been intense chemistry with us, we just thought it was… bad? I suppose. And well, turns out it's not."

He ended with a cheeky grin, not sure if what he had said made sense. However it came out, it seemed to make Harry a little more at ease.

"Dumbledore said something like that but… it's a lot better hearing it from you. Easier to believe someone in your own situation I suppose."

As Harry said that, Draco pondered how quickly he had gone from the weak one in the… relationship? To being the one to reassure. He guessed he had done a good job because the next thing he knew, he had Harry reaching around him awkwardly to hug him. Draco chuckled softly and opened his arms to accept and return the hug.

They stood in a comfortable, relieved silence, simply holding each other.

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After awhile, both Harry and Draco were calmed down and completely comfortable.

Harry felt like he belonged here. He didn't know it could feel so right and good to just be held. He had been basking in the smell that was Draco for the last twenty minutes and thought that the blond was probably doing the same with him.

In silent thanks for the couple minutes of no stress, he lifted his head from Draco's shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Draco inhaled softly when he did, and turned his head so that their lips met lightly. They each parted for each other and Harry gently licked Draco's bottom lip in invitation.

Tongues met and they kissed languidly. When it came time to breathe, Harry broke away and kissed down Draco's jaw to his neck.

He was once again drawn there. He knew they didn't have to feed yet, but he was too caught up at the moment to care. Instinct and lust took over as he sucked the skin over Draco's jugular. Draco sucked in a breath as he recognized what was about to happen.

He wanted this so much. There was no reluctancy anymore. He sobbed once at the moment Harry pierced his skin. It felt so… there was no describing it. They were doing this no because they had to, because of blood lust, but because they wanted to. His mate was finally accepting him, at least in this sense, and it felt amazing.

There was no urgency; it was just them, at their own pace.

Harry was moaning in pleasure and in disappointment because he knew he would have to pull away soon.

When Harry finally stopped and pulled away, Draco's kneed buckled and Harry actually had to catch him before he could hit the ground.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, scared and nervous that he had somehow hurt him. Maybe you weren't supposed to feed before the week was up? Maybe Draco hadn't had enough blood in him? Oh Merlin, what had he done.

Draco laughed weakly from the floor. "Fuck yes. SO much better than okay." Harry sighed in relief. "Then why are you on the ground…?"

"It felt better than usual, that's all."

"Oh." Harry seemed to consider this. "Well then up you get. Do me now."

Draco chuckled again and rolled his eyes. "I don't think I could stand for the long. Okay if we do it on the bed? It'll just be that I promise. I won't try anything?" He ended in a sort of question, hoping Harry would say yes.

Harry didn't want to seem like a prude, but he also really didn't want to take their relationship too fast. If something could really come out of what they had, why ruin it now?.

"I-If nothing else happens. I just don't want to rush yah?"

Draco, while not entirely happy with that, agreed they shouldn't rush it. Harry helped him up and they both walked funny to the bed. They were hard and neither was willing to do anything about it.

Harry lay down, Draco on top of him, careful to keep their erections away from the others. He could tell this wasn't a good idea. To do something so erotic while they were both hard was just asking for trouble. Oh Merlin, help them.

The minute Draco's lips touched Harry's neck to prepare the skin, the latter gasped. His neck seemed so much more sensitive than Draco's own.

The Slytherin decided to take the advantage, and kissed around his neck a couple times nipping at it, before he settled on a spot to feed.

He had Harry worked into such a state, that by the time he finally bit into his neck, Harry couldn't help but thrust his hips up, looking for contact. He found it against Draco's own crotch.

He seemed to realize he had actually made Draco promise not to do what he himself was currently doing and he lowered his hips forcefully.

Draco was half thankful that he wouldn't have to deny Harry and half disappointed that he couldn't take advantage of Harry's lust.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed to have found another way to get off. His hand was undoing his zipper, and he slipped his hand down his jeans. Some insignificant portion of Draco's brain question how Harry had gotten his belt and button undone with the one hand that wasn't currently tied up in his own hair.

This thought was swiftly and efficiently thrown to the side when he saw how forcefully Harry was jerking his hand. He couldn't even see Harry's cock, only the movement of his hand beneath the material of his jeans, but the thought was too much to bear. Couple that with the sweet, erotic feel of Harry's blood flowing into his mouth and Draco came hard with no direct stimulation.

Hearing Draco's moans as he came set off a reaction in Harry who soon followed, cumming as he starred at the wet spot slowly spreading in Draco's own jeans.

Coming to for a second, Draco realized he had to close the two holes in Harry's neck before he bled too much, and he quickly licked them shut.

Draco collapsed onto the bed next to Harry, relaxing in the feelings running through him. Beside him, Harry whimpered and said 'Okay, you were right. It was better." Draco laughed.

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At the Burrow, there was an uproar of noise.

An owl had just arrived from Harry, stating that he was in love with Malfoy. No one was sure what to make of it.

Hermione, for one, was incredibly confused. The letter didn't sound like something Harry would send. Well, the bluntness did, she supposed, but she honestly couldn't see him first, falling in love with Malfoy, and second, she didn't believe he would tell them this in a letter.

And that wasn't even touching on the whole vampire comment.

She desperately needed to speak with him face to face. She pulled out a parchment and quill, ignoring the yelling around her, and scribbled a letter to Dumbledore.

Calling Pig over, she attached her letter to his leg and told him, "Hogwarts, urgent"

As she watched him fly away, she plopped down in a chair. She wasn't angry at Harry, not at all, but she was dreadfully confused.

Deciding there was only one thing to do to pass the time, she pulled out her DADA textbook and flipped to the index looking for vampires.

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