Harry came to visit him every day from then on, and every night at sunset Draco would join him in the rest of the house. He sat with Harry as he prepared dinner. Draco marveled at how at ease the brunette seemed in the kitchen. The smells were wonderful, and he wished more than ever that he could eat real food. He'd never realized how precious good food could seem until he lost the luxury of enjoying it. He kept Harry company as he ate and they talked about their lives since Hogwarts.

Draco learned that Harry had wanted to start training as an Auror, but the war picked up before he got the opportunity. He'd been placed under high security protection immediately. Dozens of protective charms had been placed on his home, along with the rest of the community of Godric's Hollow. He wasn't allowed to leave without an escort—and then only for the most crucial things.

"Sounds like hell," Draco said. Harry nodded, sipping from a glass of scotch.

"It is," he replied. "I hate feeling trapped. It reminds me too much of the years at the Dursley's. I can't even buy my own sodding groceries. Speaking of which, I'll send someone out on Saturday to buy you some new clothes. If you'll just make a list of preferences…"

Draco was stunned. "Th-thank you. But I can't pay…"

"You're welcome, and don't worry about it. You can find a way to make it up to me later."

Draco wondered vaguely if that was some sort of innuendo. He decided it wasn't. Harry seemed too oblivious to the way is words sounded, so he couldn't have meant it. Oddly enough, Draco felt a fleeting wisp of disappointment.

"I was thinking I could come and sit with you during the day, if you'd like," Harry said, drawing Draco's attention once more. "I mean, if I won't wake you, or anything…"

"I don't sleep."

"What?"

"I don't sleep anymore, Harry. I'm awake twenty-four seven."

"I, uh, didn't know that."

"I'd like that."

"Excuse me?"

"If you came to visit, I mean. During the day. It gets rather boring in there."

"Oh, right."

Harry followed Draco to his door at dawn. They stood there awkwardly for a moment or two. Draco wasn't sure if he should just go in and close the door or say something or perhaps….kiss him? That was an odd thought. What would Harry do if he kissed him? Slap him? Yell? Demand that Draco be removed from his home? Or would he kiss back?

Before Draco even knew what was happening, his hand had brushed the hair from the brunette's eyes of its own accord. Their eyes met, and Harry's fluttered as Draco's breath ghosted across his skin. The blonde's fingertips were cool against his skin, stroking over his cheek.

"I've never..," he began.

"What?" Draco asked, smirking. "Kissed a bloke or kissed a vampire?"

"Either."

"Well, then. That makes two of us." Their lips met and Harry felt himself melt into the body above him. He licked along Draco's bottom lip, groaning as their tongues met. He dug his fingers into soft hair, crushing their lips together. Draco pressed himself closer to the smaller man, his hands gripping Harry's waist tightly. Harry's lips against his own sent a blazing fire through his veins. He'd never felt such a heat before, and he never wanted it to end.

He turned their bodies, pressing Harry's back up against the door as fingers tangled themselves in his blonde hair. Harry wrapped a leg around his waist, grinding their hips together. Draco hissed and froze as he felt his fangs descend. He pulled himself away from Harry and backed against the wall on the other side of the hall. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"Draco?" Harry called, sounding both hurt and worried. "Did…did I do something wrong?" Draco shook his head, keep his face turned down to hide his fangs. He heard Harry step closer, saw his trainers before him and felt a hand gently lift his chin. Harry gasped.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered.

"Don't apologize. It's alright."

"Got too excited." Harry nodded, his eyes sympathetic.

"Do…do they hurt?"

"No. Not really. Just rather…awkward." But there was something else that was causing him discomfort. An unpleasant tingling was rushing over his skin, like pinpricks all over his body. The sun was rising. "I have to….Dawn…"

Harry moved aside, watching Draco rush into the darkness of his room. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Draco sighed in relief as the prickling went away and felt his fangs ascend into hiding. He turned to face Harry and smiled. Harry grinned back and stepped forward to wrap his arms around the blonde's neck. Their lips met again, this time softer and less heated than before. There was something about Draco's mouth that tasted almost sweet and Harry decided he rather liked it. Draco pulled back, brushing a few stray hairs away from the brunette's eyes.

"You should sleep," he whispered. "You've been up all night."

"But this is so much more fun," Harry replied, pressing a kiss to Draco's neck. The blonde sighed. He felt his fangs start to descend again and willed them back into hiding. He was surprised when they obeyed.

"Go to sleep, Harry. I'll be here when you wake up." Harry pouted adorably up at him and Draco couldn't help but chuckle. He pressed a kiss to the soft red lips and watched the brunette leave, closing the door behind him. Draco smiled to himself and fell back onto his bed. Perhaps life wouldn't be so unbearable after all.

Author Note

*smirks* Well, then. Guess we learned where that was heading, didn't we? Life won't be so unbearable at all, my dear Draco. Quite the opposite, if I may say so myself. Enjoy, loves.