Harry opened his eyes, staring into the blackness around him. He couldn't remember ever feeling so weak. His head felt foggy, his mind spinning. What had happened to him? The last thing he remembered was a pressure on his wrist and Draco…

"Draco!" he whispered.

"I'm here." Harry turned his head and looked up into shining silver eyes. Draco smiled halfheartedly, resting his hand against Harry's cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired and….and weak." Draco nodded.

"I'm not surprised. Here, drink this down." He held up small bottle. Inside was a thin, violet potion. Harry eyed it warily.

"What is it?"

"Blood replenishing draft. It'll help." Harry nodded. Draco put the bottle to his lips, lifting Harry's head to help him drink. He swallowed it all, and felt slightly better. "I was so worried." Harry looked up at Draco.

"How are you feeling?" Draco gave a short laugh.

"Typical. I should have expected you to be more concerned about me than your own wellbeing. I'm fine, thanks to you. I, however, am the reason you nearly died."

"But you stopped."

"Only just soon enough. A moment longer and you'd have been gone."

"But I'm not. You stopped. I'm proud of you." Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"We're not doing that again, so don't even think about it."

"We will if it comes down to it. If Remus and Tonks aren't back or the Ministry hasn't found another potion maker by the time you need to feed again, you'll drink from me."

"Harry, damn it—"

"Don't argue with me." Draco laughed, a deep warm laugh this time.

"The rumors in school were true, then. You do have a hero complex."

"Only when it counts."

Another week passed, and there was still no word from Remus. The Ministry had had no luck in finding someone to brew the blood replacer—anyone they found who had the experience was either working for Voldemort, dead, or too scared to help. It seemed as though they were out of luck.

Just when Draco's hunger was beginning to bother him, Harry came to visit him early one evening. Draco smiled at him, hoping his eyes wouldn't show how hungry he was. Harry sat beside him on the bed and leaned in to kiss him, his tongue brushing rather forcefully against the blonde's. Draco groaned and pulled him close, threading one hand through messy black hair, the other resting on Harry's hip.

"Make love to me," Harry whispered. Draco groaned and pulled Harry tighter against him. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to fuck Harry senseless. The former Gryffindor, however, had conditions. He pulled back, looking into Draco's eyes as he offered up his wrist. "But first you need to feed." Draco sighed.

"Harry, we've been through this…"

"You have to eat, Draco. I'm not letting you starve yourself again. Remember how that turned out last time?"

"Believe me, I remember."

"Drink."

"What happens if I can't stop this time?"

"You're not as deprived this time. You won't need as much. Drink." Draco sighed again, taking Harry's arm in his hand. He pressed the skin to his lips and kissed it. His eyes met Harry's as the brunette smiled. Draco felt his fangs descend and bit, piercing Harry's skin with ease and sucking down the first mouthful. He felt Harry flinch and relaxed his grip, trying to be as gentle as possible. He drank till he was full, this time not needing nearly as much as he had before. He kissed the wound on Harry's wrist, lapping up a stray drop or two of blood. Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Draco's. "Now," Harry whispered seductively, his warms wrapped around Draco's neck as he moved to straddle the blonde's hips. "Fuck me." Draco grinned.

"With pleasure."

An hour later they lay together, Harry with his back against Draco's chest as he panted, waiting for his heart to stop racing.

"Holy fucking hell," he breathed. Draco chuckled.

"Was that a good 'holy fucking hell' or a bad 'holy fucking hell'?" he asked, grinning. Harry sat up, turning to look at him, his eyes wide.

"Good. Really good." He pressed his lips to Draco's, nipping at the blonde's tongue. "So fucking good." He pressed his body against Draco's. "I want you."

"Again?" Harry nodded. "Merlin, you're insatiable." He rolled them over, pinning Harry beneath him and trailing his lips along the brunette's jaw. His fingers brushed over a nipple and Harry arched into his touch, his breath catching in his throat. "My my, how sensitive." Draco pressed his tongue against the little nub of flesh before catching it between his teeth. Harry whimpered, pressing Draco's mouth closer to his chest.

"Ungh…Draco." The blonde chuckled, trailing kisses down Harry's chest, nipping at his hip. He ran his fingers along Harry's cock, which was now rapidly hardening. Draco blew a steady stream of air across the tip and watched Harry shudder. He stuck his tongue out, just barely pressing it against the flesh and moaned as Harry lifted his hips. He was begging for it now. How shameless. Draco grinned and took Harry into his mouth, sucking lightly. Harry screamed, bucking his hips and tangling his fingers in Draco's hair. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Draco took him as deep as he could, running his tongue along the length. Harry groaned and writhed beneath him, whispering curses and compliments under his breath. He pulled Draco away after several long moments and tugged him back up for a kiss.

"I want you," he whispered, his hand running down Draco's chest to grip his hard prick. "I want you in me. Please." Draco hissed and nodded, thrusting into Harry's palm. He pulled back, lifting one of Harry's legs up to wrap around his waist. In one deep thrust he buried himself to the hilt. Harry moaned, clinging to him as Draco started to move. "You're so good, Draco. So fucking—ah—good!" Draco thrust harder, driving into Harry with as much force as he dared. He was sure there was nothing better in the world than this. Harry was so warm and so fucking tight. He felt his fangs descend and groaned.

He looked down into Harry's eyes and saw the momentary shock there. Then Harry seemed to relax, and—to Draco's astonishment—lifted his chin to expose his neck. Draco groaned and pressed a kiss to the smooth skin before letting his fangs pierce it. He drank a few mouthfuls and pulled back, trusting deeper and faster. The bed rocked in time with his hips. Harry's words became more and more incoherent. Draco could feel the brunette's body tensing up—he was close.

The blonde closed his eyes, concentrating. He shifted his hips and heard Harry scream as he hit just the right spot. Harry's seed was warm against his cool skin. Draco thrust a few times more and came, shuddering. He collapsed against Harry and started to pull out. A hand on his hip stopped him.

"Stay, please. Just for a moment," Harry begged. Draco nodded, more than happy to rest where he lay. He pressed a kiss to Harry's collarbone, listening to the man's thundering heart. He rolled off of Harry after a few moments and pulled the brunette into his arms as he wrapped the blankets around them.

"Sleep, Harry."

"But…"

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Harry nodded and closed his eyes, settling into Draco's arms. Draco kissed the back of Harry's neck and closed his own eyes, listening to the steady beat of his lover's heart and knowing that there was no place else he'd rather be.

Author Note

Everybody say 'Awww'. : ) Wow. Four chapters in one day. Aren't you lot a lucky bunch of sods. ) See how much I love you all? Let me know what you think.