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Vampire Bites	By : choena Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 40400 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within as they belong to JK Rowling. As such I am making no money from the writing of this story and it is purely for fun and enjoyment.

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It was steadily getting colder. The Christmas holidays were just around the corner and the bitter winds would bite at your skin as they stole what warmth one had. Along with the decreasing temperature outside, the temperature within the dungeons decreased as well. No amount of warming charms seemed to completely erase the chilly dampness of the dungeon corridors. What once had been a blessing during the warmer months was now becoming a cold, bitter abyss.
Severus sighed in relief as the door to his chambers closed trapping in the warmth that had gathered during the day from the fire that the house elves had so kindly kept watch on. He was off duty tonight, thankfully, and would spend his evening soaking in the fire while he continued on finishing his book. A quick change of clothing and preparation of a warm cup of tea later found him doing just that. He could easily finish this book and move on to the next one tonight if he would just stop glancing at the stupid rug in front of the blasted fire. Severus sighed in aggravation, marking his place and closing the book. He rubbed his eyes with one hand while he reached for his cup before cupping it in both hands, encouraging his hands to steal its warmth, and taking a sip. His eyes peered over the rim back to the fireplace rug. What was he expecting to see? What was he hoping to see? A cat, a panther, black shiny fur, dark unruly hair bent over books with bright green eyes watching every letter a quill scratched out on parchment. Severus closed his eyes taking another sip of the warm liquid before lowering it and resting his hands in his lap. His fingers played over the smooth surface of the cup as his head was allowed to rest back against the chair. Eyes opened to view and stare at the ceiling.
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the attack. Two weeks since the brat had been anywhere near his rooms. Two weeks since the brat had last fed from him. A long two weeks since the brat had even been anywhere near him. He had even skimped out of his Potions sessions but somehow something always managed to turn up in his rooms. Severus figured Edge was helping the brat, or Granger, and he had been tempted not to accept them at first. He did anyway. Why did it matter? Why should it matter that the brat wasn’t coming anywhere near him? Wasn’t this what he wanted? Severus lifted the cup and finished off the tea sitting it down on the side table. One leg crossed over the other as his head rested in one hand whose arm was propped on the chair arm. Severus may posture and hide from everyone else but he had made it a habit to never do the same to himself. Staring into the flames, he admitted to having gotten used to the brat being in his space. It had become normal, even before the brat started actually feeding on him, to walk in and find Harry in front of the fire working on his assignments or to find the lovely panther curled up napping during the day. Severus looked at the rug again. The vampire was surprisingly quiet after Edge had become an every night occurrence and his restrictions had been lifted. He had been…pleasing…to be around. The brat being on that rug had become so normal that Severus still felt a heaviness in his chest upon returning to his rooms and finding the young vampire not there.
At first, he had thought it was because of the feeding, and had confronted the elder vampire about it. Edge had simply smiled…smiled… at him and declined that that was the case. Apparently, while being an intimate way to feed, to which Severus had sent death glares at the vampire; it did not cause any of his current symptoms. The pleasure he had felt, and that Harry obviously felt, were simply biological responses to being fed from, and feeding from, an area considered to be so intimate between feeding pairs. So why did this tightness and heaviness in his heart only just recently show up?
Severus sat straight up; his eyes wide. These feelings only made themselves known to this extent after the attack. Could it be…that the whole reason behind all of this is because that was the first time he had personally witnessed the brats’ idiotic bravery firsthand? Sure, he had heard of the dangers Harry had foolishly gotten himself into, had even taken steps to try to protect the idiot from some of them where he could, but he had never personally been witness. That had been the first time that he saw Harry so hurt, had seen him so close to death with his very own eyes. And he had gotten that way trying to protect him.
Severus collapsed back into his chair. He swallowed trying to slow the suddenly rapid beating of his heart. The brat could have really died for good that night. That amount of blood loss, while okay for a human, was critical for a vampire who could not replace the lost blood themselves. Severus leaned forward to rest his head in his hands. That had been why Harry had found it hard to properly feed at first. He had been so close to losing control of his body, so close to… Severus squeezed his eyes shut. He had not been upset because the brat had almost drained him completely. He had been mad at himself. Mad at himself because he had allowed the brat to come that close…
“Severus? You okay?”
Severus jumped from his chair, trying to get behind it for cover, so quickly his leg caught the arm and he started falling backward. His eyes closed as he braced himself for the contact with the floor that never came. He was upright and arms were securely around his waist holding him close. Severus blinked his eyes to find himself by the entrance to his rooms kitchenette. He stepped back to find Edge in front of him giving him a look of concern.
“You okay?”
Severus stepped completely away from the vampire running a hand through his hair. “I’m fine.”
Edge narrowed his eyes as he studied him. “You sure? Your heart was fluttering like a hummingbird.”
“I’m fine.” Severus snapped sending Edge his darkest glare that was simply returned by the further narrowing of blue eyes. “What do you want?”
Edge studied the man before him a few moments longer before sighing and holding up his hands. “Fine. If you say you’re okay, then you are okay.” Edge watched the dark haired man make his way back to the chair he had previously been in with concern. His heart was still beating rather fast but it had slowed from the panic it had been in minutes before. “I need you to get Harry back to feeding from you.”
Severus sighed. “I never told him he couldn’t. Besides, why is it so important to you that he feeds from me?”
“He is feeding from both Sirius and that female friend of his.” Edge noted the tensed shoulders before they relaxed. He sat on the sofa resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up and over at the man before him. “Neither of them are giving him what he needs. Not even put together.”
“Get to the point, vampire. Why me?”
“I’ve had your blood, Severus…”
“Don’t remind me.”
“…and it is richer than Sirius’ is and I can safely assume richer than the female.”
“Granger.” Severus kept his voice as monotone as he could. It wouldn’t do to let the nosey ass vampire have even a sniff of the swift pain and longing ache he was currently feeling. He’s back to feeding from Black and now Miss Granger? Why is that bothering me so much?
Edge tilted his head. “What?”
“Her name is Granger.” Severus ignored the smile from the vampire on his sofa. “What do you mean richer?”
“It sustains him longer. He is still a baby vampire, Severus, the richer the blood the longer it will last him and the quicker he will develop. As he grows his body will adapt to using less fulfilling blood.” Edge leaned back crossing one leg over the other. “With you, he had got to where he was only feeding once a night. Now, he is back to feeding twice.”
Severus stared into the fire. Edge noticed how haunted his eyes still appeared to be and couldn’t help but wonder what the man was thinking. He could easily just slip into the other mans mind but didn’t think that it was an action that would be well received and he needed the Slytherins full cooperation in the matter. He noticed that the other had started talking so low that even he had to focus to hear him.
“He was the one that ran off. Not once did I say he couldn’t come back, nor did I say I wouldn’t feed him.” Severus closed his eyes leaning back to rest head against the chair. “It’s his choice on who he feeds from and I have learnt from the past six years that the idiot will not listen when he has no will to do so.”
Edge sighed looking at the fire. “Severus, you…” He paused as he thought over what he wanted to say. “He had spent the rest of that night and more worrying about you and what he had done. He knew he had messed up and he was suffering for it. When I got here all I wanted to do was check on him, Severus, but he would not have any of it until I had made sure you would be fine.” He turned to look at Severus to find that the other had only opened his eyes. “I have argued with Harry a bit over these past months but he had never once truly yelled or fought me the way he did then. The only thing he was concerned with was that you would be fine.”
“Only because he wouldn’t want something like that on his conscious.” He chest hurt. He felt like he was going to be sick.
“Who would, Severus?” Edge noted the monotone of the others voice. The man was hiding something. “I don’t think that is it though.” Edge sighed turning back to the fire but continued to watch Severus from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure you know he stayed with you the whole time you were unconscious.” He watched Severus sigh and nod before he continued. “He wouldn’t leave your side no matter how much I tried to convince him.” He turned to face Severus and stared at the man until those dark eyes met his own. “He has grown so attached you. Harry craves being with you. I can’t count the times he has caught himself coming here instead of my rooms.” Edge looked into those eyes begging the man to see reason. “I never call him on it hoping he would continue but he never does…”
“Then he doesn’t crave me that much.”
Edge growled feeling slightly satisfied as dark eyes widened. “Would you listen to yourself? Hell, would you look at yourself? It is plain to me right now that you are missing him just as much as he is you.”
Severus scoffed turning away from the vampire. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why in the world would I miss that idiotic brat?” Why indeed?
“Severus.” Edge noticed the tightness of the shoulders, the tightly closed eyes, and he knew the man was trying to hide from this. He could remember doing that same thing once upon a time so long ago. His expression softened and noted that his voice had too. “He has become a part of your life, a normal part of it, and a part that you find yourself missing the instant you step through that door.” Severus peered at him through the corner of his eye and Edge smiled softly. “Harry is stubborn, but then so are you, but I cannot wait to see who will break this first.”
“So, you plan to force me into it.” Severus turned back to Edge with a glare. “Well, I am not doing it.”
Edge glared back before smiling a smile that put Severus on instant alert. “Well, since you insist on not doing anything, and I did give it my best shot,” Edge lifted his hands to either side in a shrug while shaking his head, “then you will need to feed me.”
“What?!” Severus’ heart began to speed up and not from anticipation.
If Edge had not had a mission to accomplish here he would have laughed at the wide eyed, shocked, and horrified expression that covered the normally stoic mans’ face. “Harry is feeding from Sirius again, Severus, who I had been feeding from. Since I can no longer do so I need a replacement, and as you refuse to feed Harry…”
Severus growled as he glared at the vampire. How dare he? “I have not refused to feed Harry, you ancient git. I am, however, refusing to feed you.” The thought made his skin crawl. Strange. He would not have reacted this strongly before all this mess.
“Oh, is that so?” Edge narrowed his eyes tilting his head. “What makes you think that you have any say, Severus.”
Severus moved from his chair still glaring at Edge who could have sworn he could see flames dancing in those dark irises. “Get out, Edge. I will not be your blood bank.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Severus jumped when his wrist was grabbed. Before his mind could even process the vampire had even moved let lone grabbed him, he was pulled forward and a hand gripped the hair at the back of his head tightly. He winced as he was forced to look at the now golden globes of the vampire that now held him. His heart pounded, not in the pleasure of power adrenaline as before, but with fear. Edge leaned closer to the dark haired man taking in his scent. He noted the fear, and felt momentarily guilty, before he began to question why the reaction was so strong. Edge had noted before that Severus was a slight power junkie, one of the reasons the man had joined Voldemort initially, and wondered if something had happened between Severus and Harry that he had no knowledge of.
“Stop it.”
The whimper in the usually strong voice made Edge pause. The hell is going on? “Severus?” Edge stared into the bright dark eyes. “Has Harry done anything besides feed on you?”
“No. Let me go.”
Edge held tighter taking note of the shivering. “Are you sure?”
Severus began fighting him. “Yes. Now let me go.” He had to get free. Severus vaguely registered himself going into a panic attack.
Edge paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes in thought, not even having to try to keep Severus in place, before making his decision. He moved forward again going for the neck. The instantaneous reaction shocked him. Severus shoved against him jerking his head back from him with a yell that echoed in his sensitive ears. Hot magic lashed out at him causing him to let the man go who stumbled back into the chair panting hard. Edge had never had this reaction from anyone; never even heard of this reaction before. Edge took a step closer to Severus who growled at him.
“Get out.” His magic pulsed in warning around him. This was not his vampire. It had to go.
“Severus…”
“I’ll find the brat. You got what you wanted. Now get out.”
Edge nodded looking confused before he turned to leave the room. He had a feeling he had took things dangerously too far.
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Harry stretched digging his claws into the sand below his paws. He heard Silver huff from beside him in what he assumed slight amusement as he looked out over the Great Lake. The Giant Squid was bobbing peacefully. He had been out here for a few hours now and was only recently joined by his canine friend. Harry had figured out that the jackal was an animagus and a student, which told him that they were illegal, so records would not help him in figuring out who it was. Harry sighed as he laid his head down on his paws.
*You seem depressed.*
He glanced at Silver from the corner of his eye. *Do I?* He watched Silver turn to look down at him from his sitting position. The little jackal looked so regal with his straight posture and his tail wrapped daintily around his paws.
*Yes, you do. Being evasive does not suit you, Potter.*
Harry jerked at hearing his name from the canine turning to look at him when he turned back to the lake. He had forgotten that Silver knew who he was. Apparently, the white streak down his nose gave it away. He didn’t think his initial reaction helped keeping it secret either.
Harry sighed. *It’s not fair you know.* The jackal tilted its head at him. *You know who I am, so why won’t you tell me who you are?*
Silver rolled his eyes. *I figured it out. How would it be fair to me if I told you?*
*Maybe so I would know whether to trust you or not?*
Silver tensed, going back to staring out over the lake. His eyes seemed to grow sad making Harry regret what he had said. *You have already told me a lot, Potter. It seems silly to question me now.*
Harry hung his head. *I haven’t told you anything that Voldemort doesn’t already know.* He ignored Silvers flinch at the name.
*Oh. I see.* Silver tilted his head at him again but his eyes held a new warmth. *Maybe you aren’t as stupid as you appear to be.*
Harry chuckled dryly with a snort. *I would have to disagree. I am every bit as stupid as I look or I probably wouldn’t be out here in the cold like this.*
*That is a good point.* Silver lay down beside the cat moving closer than he had been before. *Why are you out here?*
*Getting closer won’t help you.*
*I know. I’m not doing it for warmth.*
Harry looked into the light eyes of the wolf beside him. *I honestly don’t know if I can tell you.*
*You are an Animalis. What do your instincts tell you?*
The two stared at each other for a while longer. Harry was impressed with Silver who never once looked away from his golden gaze. *You trust me.*
Silver blinked for the first time since their little contest began. He nodded never allowing his eyes to leave Harry’s. *I always have.*
*Then why can you not tell me your name?*
Silver looked away then almost guiltily. *I’m sorry. I fear you will hate me if you found out.*
Harry tilted his head but didn’t say anything. He suddenly felt bad for the animagus before him. Silver seemed so sad and lonely. Harry look at the lake noticing the squid had dunked back under. *I have been staying with Professor Snape since September.*
Silver jerked his head back up to stare at Harry wide eyed. *Seriously? How are you still alive?*
*He’s actually not as bad as people make him out to be. Sure he is snarky and a complete bastard sometimes, but that’s only because he cares.* Silver stared at the feline before him in shock. He found himself second guessing if this really was Harry Potter. Harry sighed resting his head on his paws. *He was my donor also, for a time, but I messed up a little while ago. Now he’s back to hating me as before.*
Silver looked at his own paws. Snape had been feeding Harry? *What happened?* He closed his eyes. That was out before he could stop it. Damn it.
*I put myself in danger again and got hurt. I was only trying to protect him but I guess he doesn’t see it that way. Anyway, he fed me but I ended up taking too much because of the damage I had taken.* Silver turned to glare at the panther but stopped, once again shocked beyond belief, to find tears actually flowing out from the golden cat eyes. *I couldn’t believe what I had done. I was so scared that I had actually…* Harry took a deep breath resting a paw over his nose as though he was trying to hide from the memory.
Silver couldn’t help but stare at the cat that had broken down in front of him. He looked away as his heart clenched for his new found friend. He stood up and shook the sand from his fur taking a few steps toward the lake edge. *Harry? Did Severus say that he hated you?*
Harry removed the paw from his nose looking at the jackal confused. He called him Severus. *No.*
*Did he specifically say that he wouldn’t feed you anymore?*
Harry lifted his head blinking back the tears. *No, he didn’t*
Silver turned back to look at Harry with a stern expression that made Harry sit up in surprise. *Severus is a lot of things but if he hated you, he would have told you straight. If he no longer wished to feed you, he would have told you specifically. He is a complicated man but what Slytherin isn’t? Has there ever been a time where he had not made his feelings on a particular situation clear?* Harry shook his head almost as if dazed. *Then don’t assume you know what he’s thinking because he may just surprise you.*
*How… do you know him so well?*
Silver looked away again. *I’m a Slytherin too. I understand a little on how they think.*
Harry noted the timid shake in the voice that was seconds ago strong and sure. He moved closer to the jackal laying a paw between the pointed ears. Silver looked up at him confused yet hopeful. *I don’t care whether you are in Slytherin or Hufflepuff. All I care about is who you are on the inside. I feel that I can trust you. To be honest my whole body is screaming for me to trust you.* Harry lowered his paw as Silver eyes filled with more warmth than they had shown before. *So, are my instincts right? Can I trust you?* Silver nodded. *Okay, then.*
“I should have known that I would find you here.”
Both animals jumped back briefly snarling at the intruder before they recognized who it was. *Severus?!* They looked at each other before turning back to the man before them.
Severus shook his head. “You know I don’t understand animal speak, right? Idiots.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before stepping forward. He noticed Harry cringe and step away from him which only served to make his already bad mood worse. “I’m here for the cat, Silver. Get lost.” Silver took a step forward only to get the glare of death for his efforts. “I will speak with you later. Now go.”
Harry watched his friend trot off, more confused by how Severus knew the little jackal, before he turned back into a human and rounded on the professor. “You didn’t have to…”
“Do not tell me what I don’t have to do, Potter.” Severus strode forward and grabbed the Gryffindors arm and began pulling him along behind him.
“What are you doing? Let me go.” Harry wanted to rip himself away from the tight hold but couldn’t for the fear of hurting Severus in the process.
“I don’t think so. I would rather not have your Sire breathing down my neck again.”
Harry froze so suddenly that his arm was wrenched free from the tight grasp of the older man. He noticed Severus had turned around to glare at him before stopping. “What did he do?”
“Potter…” Severus stepped forward cautiously noting that the vampire had gone stiff and emerald eyes had gone gold. He found himself swallowing the moan that wanted to escape. Harry’s voice had dropped to a growl he had never heard before and when he spoke Severus could clearly see the fangs behind his lips.
“What did he do, Severus?”
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