Author's Note:

Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Side-Pairings: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnegan (Decreased); More shall be displayed as the fic continues.

Brief Summary: Draco Malfoy is a vampire slayer. His sole purpose in life is to kill as many vampires as he can. Since wizard's blood is poisonous to vampires; he has been rather successful. His most recent hunt has eliminated several of the foul creatures; including their leader... or so he thinks. The vampire house leader, Harry Potter, was somehow able to survive and is now stronger than ever. Harry is now out for revenge. He will stop at nothing to kill the grey eyed wizard that almost destroyed him.

Warnings: M/M sex, in-explicit violence, mild cursing and Wizard bashing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, in all entirety, belongs to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

CHAPTER 6: Hate?

Harry found himself experiencing a form of sadistic pleasure in watching the wizard's cold grey eyes widen at his words. To drive his intention home, he dug his fingers into his captive's shoulders, ignoring the brief flare of pain in his left lung. He wasn't completely healed to be partaking in this kind of violence but loath him if Harry was to let that stop him from getting his retribution.

The grey open-collared shirt that Malfoy wore crinkled even further and stretched under the pressure of Harry's grip. Slamming his hips against the other man's torso, Harry pinned the wizard effectively under him, rocking the refrigerator in the process.

A mist of something rained down from above the fridge, splattering the blonde's angry red face. It had been dripping softly from the moment Harry had entered the room but the vampire had been too focused on other things to notice earlier. He took a sniff and then crinkled his nose. It smelled sweet, almost like chocolate. Which immediately had Harry on guard again. No wizard smell was a good one.

Malfoy must have noticed his attention focused on the dripping wetness for he valiantly tried to push Harry off him again. Unsuccessfully.

Harry's mouth twisted as words poured out of him. "Now it's my turn, wizard. I've waited nearly two months for this day. You don't know how I struggled to come back from a half-burned walking hunk of flesh you had turned me into. A vampire can never completely heal from your Dark Mark but—"

Harry was rudely interrupted by Malfoy's cry. "Let me go, asshole, and we'll handle this with blades and stakes. If you are so sure of yourself, face me as a warrior; not a coward!"

"And another of your blood bullets? Go ahead." He hissed against the pale cheek. "Drown me in your crimson poison. I will bathe in your taint and wear it proudly as a warrior displays his victories to the world." Harry glared into the grey eyes, watching the unwavering pride in them and hating the wizard even more for it. "I intend to drain you dry and it'll be the sweetest drink I've ever tasted."

As Harry slammed Malfoy against the refrigerator wall again, the wizard's head fell back towards the stainless-steel door, exposing the pulsing carotid—breakfast, lunch and dinner. Opening his jaw wide, Harry didn't try to fight his natural instinct, clamping on to the long pale neck that had been tempting him all evening.

He fought to wrangle the blonde, slashing the long legs with his own. Holding the wizard with his jaw, Harry gripped the slayer's slim wrists with each hand and spread them out from his body.

Harry smirked as he got ready to bite into the warm skin. It was an evil move on his part for Harry would not put the wizard into a reverie by using his innate persuasion—he wanted the bastard to feel every moment of terror. Just like Harry had been forced to feel when recuperating.

With that as his last thought, Harry Potter moved forward. Canines pierced flesh and artery.

As he'd predicted, the first gush of blood tasted awful. Wizard blood. Reeking of rosemary and salt and something inexplicable he couldn't name but felt as a strange tingle at the back of his throat. It brought back memories best left to the grave. A grave Harry had once walked across but had no intention of lying in ever again.

"No!" Malfoy's protest spurred Harry on. Wrenching the blonde's head down and to the side, Harry drew out his sharp teeth from the wizard's neck and drank the warm blood that spilled to the surface. It grew much tastier as he swallowed. Warm, rich and succulent; spiced with the forbidden and laced with adrenaline. An addictive drug to all vampires.

"This can't…" Harry heard a murmur escape the slayer's lips. "Not right. St-Stop… The…the spell…"

Harry paid no heed to it and no remorse surfaced as he continued to drink. The wizard's death would fulfill a craving no amount of blood could ever match—that of revenge. Although it was a crime against his ideals of non-violence, it was a crime Harry had been straining at the leash to commit in order to ensure the safety of his tribe.

As the resistance from the wizard slowed down and his muscles slackened, Harry paused for a moment. Malfoy seemed to be unconsciousness and the vampire had to support the man's upper body to stop him from falling down in a limp.

Looking into the pale drawn face, Harry sighed. His want had been served yet he could drink all day and never fill up his need. Now that the wizard was no longer aware of the torture and pain, Harry was considering whether to put an end to the persecution and simply kill Draco Malfoy without preamble.

Harry Potter was still deep in thought when the swoon fell upon him with a startling attack.

Tossing back his head, Harry gasped out a cry of pleasure. The high of blood extraction dizzied his brain and swirled his thoughts. It was much later when he realized that he must have dropped the wizard to the floor because his hands were moving before him, grasping and searching without finding their target. The room wavered in black and white, darkening and then brightening suddenly. So much so that Harry couldn't help but wince.

Breathing deeply in an attempt to regain control over his body, Harry felt each inhale and exhale as a sensual attack that heated the very molecules of his body. The air caressed his pores and shimmied brightly down his throat in the wake of the life-giving elixir. He grew hard with desire—a usual reaction to drinking blood but entirely unexpected in this situation.

This swoon—it was different.

It had come on all too suddenly and it lasted too long. The frenzy caused by bloodlust had always hit Harry many hours after drinking someone's blood; which was the prime reason how he had always been so controlled and precise in his kills. But this time? He hadn't even begun to drain the wizard when the hunger overwhelmed him.

A flicker of a thought came to the vampire's mind. The wizard must die. Draco Malfoy must die. Pick him up. Finish the task.

However, no matter how hard he tried Harry couldn't move his arms. He collapsed next to the unconscious wizard. Something wasn't right and yet, it was all very very right.

Harry wanted to kill the wizard but he found that he suddenly lacked the conviction to go through with it. He looked towards the pale handsome face of his nemesis and felt heat pooling in his groin. It was a strange reaction but Harry couldn't stop the gush of orgasm that filled his veins and thickened his erection.

It was pretty similar to sex and yet much more intense, for it traveled his entire body system. Harry suddenly found himself aching for something. Something that he didn't want to name, too scared what it would mean for him.

What in Godric's name is happening to me?

That was the last thought Harry was aware of before the poisonous wizard's blood tracked his extremities and staked claim to his broken soul.

Harry reached out towards the pale hand lying flaccidly in front of him, his eyes roaming over the full cold lips of the slayer.

"Draco…" The word escaped him, breaking the hushed silence of the room. Harry linked their fingers together and found the desire and heat double immediately, making him moan quietly.

Harry had no idea what was happening to him but he found that he didn't care any longer. After all, the only thing that mattered at this point of time was the wizard. His pretty little wizard. His pretty little wizard who filled him, completed him, sweetened him and possessed him.

All Harry knew was that Draco Malfoy had claimed him without even being conscious in the process.

Additional Author's Note:

Dun… Dun… Dun… As you can pretty much see, we come to a turning point in the story. I would appreciate if minors keep out since this is pretty much a porn story and at best, there would be some heavy words used; so yeah. I know I can't stop people who aren't supposed to read porn from reading this, but, I sure as hell won't want any flames sent my way. Don't like it; don't read it.

Also, I would like to point out that I am gonna make the chapters longer from here and out. At least, an additional 500 words from my lovely readers. Enjoy.

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