Once Dumbledore had gone inside, Draco turned back to Harry and took a small step towards him and asked, "Potter? Are you alright?"

Harry smiled and said, "You smell really good."

Draco tensed and without looking away from Harry's fangs asked, "Are you going to bite me?

Harry's glowing eyes looked up from the pulse he had spotted in Draco's neck and asked, "Do you want me to?"

Draco shivered a bit, and replied, "It looks like it would hurt."

Harry shook his head and said, "I won't hurt you."

Draco felt a bit less like he was about to get his throat torn out at that statement. He nibbled on his bottom lip, before finally asking the question that he had been thinking about. "Do you want my blood?"

Harry nodded as he stepped into Draco, pressing himself flush against Draco as he nuzzled his neck and said, "Very much so."

Draco gasped at the shock of pleasure he felt from the contact, and shuddered from pleasure instead of fear, travel over his entire body as Harry gently ran the tips of his fangs over Draco's neck. Draco could feel his heart rate and breathing speed up.

Harry let out a breath on Draco's neck and asked, "Can I?"

Draco opened his mouth, and was ready to tell Potter no, When Harry asked in a low needy voice, "Please."

Draco bit his bottom lip before saying, "If it hurts you have to stop and you can't completely drain me."

Harry smiled and said, "So you're saying I can bite you?"

Draco growled out, "I'm not submissive."

Harry laughed, and Draco was about to pull away in anger when Harry wrapped his arms tightly around him and licked at the pulsing vein on his neck. Draco felt like Harry had lit a fire under his skin, his whole body was shaking and shuddering, and it was really confusing him. He was just getting his body back under his control, when Harry's fangs slowly began to pierce his neck. Draco gasped, it didn't hurt, but it felt… strange. Harry paused in his actions and slowed his attentions on Draco's neck.

Draco was sure he was going to pull back and he shouted, "Just do it already!"

Harry growled, suddenly his fangs had cut deep into Draco's neck. Draco was surprised it didn't hurt. It did feel as though all of his energy was flowing into Harry, who was clutching at him tightly as he sucked at his neck. Harry must have removed his fangs because Draco could feel him running his tongue over the tiny cuts. Draco had at some point closed his eyes, and he was really glad for Harry's arms, because he felt rather lightheaded as Harry lapped at his neck.

Harry had never tasted something so amazing. He had thought Draco had smelt amazing, but his blood was positively mouthwatering. It was sweet, tangy, and utterly marvelous. He could drink his blood every day and never get tired of it. He had only just punctured Draco's skin with his fangs before they had shrunk back to normal and he began to lap at the wounds. He had been lapping at the wounds for who knew how long when he felt them began to close under his tongue. At first he was sad, because he wanted to continue to taste that wonderful essence, than he noticed how stiff Draco was in his arms.

'Did I drink too much?'

Harry gently pulled away from Draco, shaking him ever so slightly. He did look a bit pale and then harry panicked. 'Oh god, what if I killed him!'

Then Draco's mercury silver eyes opened and suddenly Harry could hear Draco saying, 'Huh, that wasn't so bad, all those books made it sound horrible, especially the ones in the Underground library. Didn't even really hurt, I wonder how that's even possible. Probably should look into secretions, that's what the Veela's do.'

Harry was a bit confused when he could hear Draco talking over himself, "Harry, Dumbledore's waiting for us."

Harry's eyes went wide and he asked, "Draco, what where you just thinking about?"

Harry watched Draco closely and he responded to his question. Draco's brow furrowed and then Harry could hear Draco talking but Harry could see his lips were not moving.

'Why is he asking me what I'm thinking, he normally doesn't ask what I'm thinking, must be some Gryffindor logic in there, kind of like never kiss a girl than let her walk home alone. Might be guilt, I hope he doesn't get some misconception that I'm a human being with feelings, that would ruin my image. Why would he ask what I was thinking, what was I thinking about.

Oh yeah, the underground library, can't really talk about that, oh goddess that would be horrible. What ells was I thinking, something I could tell Potter, well I'd rather not go into how it was actually not horrible or painful, it was actually pleasant almost, if he knew that he would con me into giving him blood all the time, giving me those bloody puppy dog eyes, and then I'd be lightheaded all the time.

I should probably drink a blood replenish potion, or will that even work now that I'm a freak. Alright, what can I tell Potter about what I was thinking that won't cause trouble, this isn't a good conversation, easy to get cornered in this kind of conversation.'

Harry stepped back, a little surprised at the speed at which Draco thought, and once again he was surprised when Draco spoke over his own voice, "I wasn't really thinking about anything important, look Potter, Dumbledore's waiting."

Draco turned and took a step towards the entrance when Harry said, "Where exactly is this Underground Library?"

Draco froze, and slowly turned to look at him, his expression was unreadable but his mind was racing with thoughts, all of which were panicked.
'Oh, no, how did he figure that out? He can't be using Legilimacy, Severus said he couldn't do that proper and I'm better at Occlemancy, not even that old Bastard could get into my head. So how did he figure that out, did he go through my mail, but I haven't had any mail mentioning the Underground library since father was sent to Azkaban…then How?'

These thoughts were temporarily drowned out when Draco asked, "What are you going on about Potter?"

Harry frowned a bit as he asked, "why do you know Occlemancy?"

Draco's eyes went wide as he took a panicked step away from Harry, his mind practically screamed, 'Oh Goddess, he's reading my mind! How is he reading my mind? Don't think anything that can incriminate you! Wait that's not going to work, thinking about not thinking! Think back to your lessons, what do you do when in a situation like this, it's worse than Veritaserum, what did he say to do when under Veritaserum, oh yeah…'

And then Harry suddenly couldn't understand what Draco was thinking it was like he was talking in a foreign language. Harry smiled as he realized that was exactly what Draco was doing, he was thinking in a different language.

As Harry smiled Draco shouted, "Damn it Potter! Stay out of my head!"

Harry frowned, Draco sounded really pissed, and now that he thought about what he was doing and not what Draco was thinking he realized how wrong what he was doing was.

He grimaced and said, "Sorry, I have no idea how I even did that, I've never been able to read someone thoughts like that before."

Draco blinked, and Harry could hear him thinking in that foreign language, if he had to guess he would say it was French, some of the words Draco was thinking sounded like that time he overheard those French girls at the world cup.

Finally Draco asked in a voice laced with suspicion, "You're not doing it on purpose?"

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm not even sure what itis?"

Draco sighed and said, "It's probably because you drank my blood."

Draco wasn't meeting Harry's eyes and for a second his thoughts returned to English as he thought, 'I read about that in one of the book in Severus's library, some Vampires could read there donor's thoughts, but it was right under a paragraph that said they could sprout wings, so I dismissed it as far-fetched.'

Harry nodded and said, "Yeah, not so far-fetched."

Draco grimaced and as he headed into the castle he said, "Damn it, this sucks."

Harry frowned and asked, "why where we outside?"

Draco glanced over at Harry as he started up the stairs and said, "Please tell me you didn't miss that whole conversation I had with Dumbledore."

Harry gave Draco a nervous grin and said, "I kind of remember pieces of what happened, it's just a bit hazy."

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