Part Two

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think rationally. He felt like he had just killed someone. Malfoy was lying slumped against a desk where Harry had unceremoniously tossed him. Harry knew Malfoy was alive, he could hear his heart beating but it was so slow and faint. What if he had drank too much? It had been so hard to stop…

No, Harry forced himself to think, the git will be fine. My venom will heal him…hopefully. That's how it was supposed to work, wasn't it? That's what Hermione had told him anyway. He never really read any of the books she gave him. He figured his instincts would guide him when the time came. His Vere Imeja side wouldn't let him kill someone he was making his mate, right? Glancing at Malfoy, Harry would say that he looked pretty close to dead.

The high from drinking human blood for the first time had not yet diminished. He had never felt more alive. He could still feel Malfoy's blood flowing through him, absorbing his own. Within minutes the only blood running through his veins would be Malfoy's. That thought brought him down to earth with an unpleasant thump.

I just mated myself to Draco Malfoy...fuck.

VIVI

Draco slowly opened his eyes; his vision swam for a moment before focusing. He was lying on a big comfy bed in a sparsely, but nicely decorated room. Something about it told him it was the Room of Requirement, but why was he here? It was so hard to form thoughts around the pounding in his head. He felt like he had just flown head first into a brick wall. He went to stretch and then gasped. His neck was so tender, why would...

"FUCK!"

Draco jumped up and ran to the mirror the room had provided so graciously seconds before. Draco stared at his neck, leaning forward and squinting to get a better look. Nothing was there. No mark, no blemish, nothing. There was no visual evidence that Potter had attacked him. But he could feel the soreness just under his skin. There was no way he was that crazy, he couldn't have just imagined Potter giving him the best orgasm of his life while sucking blood from his neck. That was too bizarre for even Draco's sometimes-outlandish dreams.

Oh, God… he had rutted himself against Potter with the abandon of a Chimpanzee in heat. What the fuck was wrong with him? But damn, he had never felt anything like it… Draco's face reddened in embarrassment. Potter would pay for this.

VIVI

Harry sat on his bed, waiting for Ron to finish getting ready for breakfast. He was trying his hardest to rid his mind of all thoughts having to do with last night but he was failing miserably. The scene of dragging a limp Malfoy down the hall to the Room of Requirement kept replaying in his mind. He felt dirty, like he had hidden not only Malfoy but a nasty secret as well. Almost like he had raped Malfoy or something. That was absurd though, he had gotten no sexual gratification from the feeding. The thought of doing anything sexual with Malfoy made him want to gag. But the effect he had had on Malfoy… Jesus. Hermione had told him that his venom would give his mate pleasure but that was much more intense that he had thought. His insides squirmed uncomfortably at the memory of Malfoy's erection pressed up against his abdomen.

"Alright, mate?" Ron asked, emerging from the loo.

Harry just nodded, staring at the floor. If he looked Ron in the eyes he knew he'd turn bright red. And he didn't really want to deal with any questions right now.

"Bad last night, was it? Well now it's over. Until next month at least," Ron joked and Harry forced out a chuckle.

"Let's eat!"

Harry and Ron made their way down to the Great Hall with Hermione in tow, who was talking a mile a minute about starting preparation for NEWTS.

"Really boys, it's only 5 months away, we should start reviewing everything we have learned, including stuff from First Year. You never know what they might put on there and you don't want to lose points on the easy ones-"

"Hermione, less talking more eating." Ron said firmly as they took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table.

"Ronald, you should be grateful we are even getting a chance to sit for our NEWTS. If Headmistress McGonagall hadn't let us all redo our Seventh Year, we'd be trying to get a job with a big fat zero for our NEWTS!" Hermione said shrilly.

"Right of course, all hail McGonagall," Ron mumbled into his tea.

Harry filled his plate with food along with everyone else but the eggs and toast in front of him made his stomach churn. Now that he had mated, human food wouldn't appeal much to him and eventually he wouldn't be able to eat food at all. All he would crave was his mate's blood. Or in his unfortunate case, Malfoy's blood.

"Eat up, Harry. You will need the nutrients. Going through heat takes a toll on your body," Hermione whispered knowingly.

Harry was getting sick of Hermione always telling him about himself. He was the Vere Imeja, not her. Maybe he would take a little look at those books she gave him. He sighed and forced himself to take a bite of toast.

VIVI

Draco sat at the Slytherin table, hiding slightly behind Pansy and Blaise. He was watching Potter but the last thing he wanted was Potter to know he was being watched.

"Where were you last night, Draco?" Blaise asked, stirring cream into his coffee. Now that Draco and Blaise were the only boys in the dormitory, Blaise had gotten quite clingy. Crabbe, Goyle and Nott were all serving in Azkaban alongside their fathers.

"My nighttime activities are none of your business, Zabini," Draco drawled, furtively sneaking glances at Potter.

"Oh tosh, Draco. If you had taken a lover I would definitely know about it," Pansy snapped, always a bit irritable in the morning. She prided herself on knowing every bit of gossip Hogwarts had to offer.

If you know so much, how come you didn't know Potter was some kind of vampire? Draco snarled in his head. Outwardly he only offered a cold look of indifference.

Ignoring Blaise and Pansy's idle chatter, he returned his thoughts to Potter. He didn't look like the Common Vampire. He wasn't pale, he didn't have blood red eyes and the Daily Prophet definitely proved he could be photographed. Draco knew there were different breeds of Vampire but he didn't know much about them. Draco decided it didn't matter much because he really didn't care. Potter would never be coming anywhere near him with those fangs again.

Draco watched as Potter said something to the other two-thirds of his trio and stood to exit the Great Hall. The Weasel and Mudblood didn't get up to follow. Perfect.

Not even bothering to say something to Pansy and Blaise, Draco stealthily followed Potter out of the Hall and down a corridor that led to the main entrance to the castle. Draco thought quickly, coming up on the right he knew there was a broom cupboard, all he needed was to shove Potter into it. Judging that Potter was a clumsy fool that probably wouldn't be so hard.

He sped his walking so he was only a few paces behind the dark haired boy. He silently let off a spell that opened the cupboard just a crack. One, two, three… He grabbed Potter by the scruff of his robes and dragged him bodily through the door. A muffled scuffle could be heard before the door closed with a soft click.