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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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Dealing a bit with the aftermath....
Thank you to all who reviewed. This is cross posted and so many have theories - all I can say is - Spoilers.
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Days passed and quickly turned into a week. Harry did not eat and he barely slept. Edge was not much better.
Dumbledore had cancelled Potions class for the week to allow for service preparations. Someone named Horace would be taking Severus’ place. Neither Harry nor Edge cared for the information. Harry had quickly walked away when he had been told.
Harry insisted on staying in Severus’ rooms. He snapped at anyone that dared to suggest otherwise. Remus and Sirius both took turns staying with Harry. Edge tried to but Harry would have none of it. It hurt Edge deeply but he ultimately understood. He would give Harry his space, as much as he could anyway.
Hermione and Ron each tried to get Harry to feed but the young vampire refused. Remus was the one that finally convinced Harry to drink from a goblet if nothing else. Harry did so but only enough to keep him from losing his mind to hunger. His friends developed a rotation that worked for them. Edge was grateful that Harry had so many people to care for him.
Edge was not so fortunate. In his attempt to give Harry as many resources as possible he had left himself alone. He took three nights and went to try to find Dante. He searched everywhere he knew to look. He followed day old trails hoping they would lead him to a clue to his Sires location but he found nothing. Every time he caught the others scent it was at least two to three days old. Dante was no longer in the area. Edge broke again and took out multiple trees with him.
He returned to his rooms that night shortly before sunrise. Sleep would not come to him this day he was sure. Edge was not prepared to see Draco sitting on the sofa clearly waiting for him.
The blonde was pale and had circles under his pale blue, almost silver eyes. He had not been sleeping well either. Edge felt a new wave of guilt plague him.
“You should be asleep.” He mumbled moving to stand beside the sofa.
Draco looked up at him. “You need sleep too.” He stood. “And food.”
It was true. Edge knew he looked like death warmed over. He had not fed since before everything happened being too worried about Harry and dealing with his own grief. Sleep evaded him when he tried. Guilt and grief plagued him non-stop. He allowed himself to slide onto the sofa and close his eyes.
“I will survive.” His voice was scratchy and raw from his earlier breakdown.
Draco rolled his eyes moving to grasp Edge’s hand in his own. “What did you do?”
Edge looked down at his cracked and bleeding hands. His skin was paler than even Draco’s. He had not fed in so long his skin was holding no color. Even his blood was a pale pink and appeared more like water than blood. Edge sighed. “I took out a few trees.”
“Took out a few…” Draco gaped at him. The blonde summoned a wash cloth and started cleaning the cold hands. They shook lightly. “When was the last time you fed?”
Edge sighed closing his eyes again. The gentle touch felt soothing. Draco’s skin was so warm where it touched his own it almost burned. “I don’t remember.” Edge honestly had no clue. “At least a week…maybe more.”
Draco gave a gentle sigh. “You need to eat. We’ve got Harry feeding now. Your turn.”
Edge shook his head. “Too dangerous now.”
Edge felt Draco move away. He did not open his eyes as he was not sure he had the energy to do so. Much of it had been used against the many trees he demolished. Draco returned sitting close beside him. He felt something cool and solid be pressed into his hands. It was then the smell hit him. Edge sat up so quickly it almost spilled. His eyes were wide and golden. His stomach clenched painfully. Without much thought he brought the goblet to his lips and drank; greedily. It was warm and so very good even though it did taste somewhat stale. Edge was quickly done with that goblet. He turned to Draco, eyes still golden and fangs out. Draco did not look afraid but patient and relieved. He waved his wand and the goblet refilled itself. Edge drank it fully before his desperate hunger eased enough for him to speak.
“Where?”
“We have been collecting it. Granger found a stasis spell especially for blood. Mediwizards apparently use it to store blood for when blood replenishing potions aren’t enough.” Draco went to fill the goblet for him again but Edge waved him off. Too much after so long without would only have him wasting half of it. Draco continued. “She even found a spell to warm it back to body temp safely.”
Edge stared into the empty goblet in shock. “The three of you…”
“Yeah. There should be enough safely stored to get both of you back to where you can safely feed from the source if you wanted. And before you start lecturing, we did it safely. Madam Pomfrey watched over us. There were even a few of the other students, plus the whole Weasley clan, and many members of the Order who donated some for Harry but if they feed you as well then even better.”
Edge looked at Draco surprised. “How?”
“Granger can be pretty persuasive when she wants to be.”
Edge felt tears anew develop in his eyes. Never, in all the ninety-one years that he had been turned, had anything like this occurred. He found himself actually able to get a couple hours of sleep that day.
The next night was Severus’ memorial service. It was held at night just so Harry would be able to attend should he wish. Edge wanted to be with Harry but his Childe had shook his head when Edge had approached. It stung but Edge had bowed his head and walked away giving Harry his wish. Padfoot had followed, leaving Remus with Harry and his friends, but Edge had sent him sternly back to his godson.
*You are grieving too, we all are, but you don’t have to be alone. Damn it, Edge, we care for you too.*
Padfoot had argued but Edge eventually won. Besides, Edge was used to being alone, he could manage well enough.
The service was simple. Dumbledore had his speech then others spoke. Edge remained in his leopard form off to the side in the shadows so he wasn’t seen. Apparently, he could not hide from a well-meaning jackal.
*I’m sorry you cannot join them.* Edge whispered.
Silver sighed as his small form sat beside Edge’s larger furred body. *I am still here. It will have to do.*
Silver’s voice was sad. It was clear the young man had been crying shortly before. Edge knew he was feeling the loss of his godfather deeply. The Order had lost a spy and informant, but Draco and Harry had lost so much more. Harry was not welcoming any comfort from Edge currently, but maybe the little dragon would. Slowly, the snow leopard lifted one large paw from the ground holding it at an outward angle.
Silver looked at him. The leopards blue eyes are sad, and a little lost still, but also held a wish, a need. The jackal scooted closer allowing the leopard to rest its large paw over his shoulders. Silver adjusted further, turning until his side touched along Edges furred sternum, and his snout rest on the leopards strong shoulder. He closed his eyes with a depressed whine.
Edge allowed the jackal to shift until he was comfortable. Only then did he let his forelimb hold the smaller canine to him. His ears flicked back when Silver whined and he lowered his head over the lean shoulders. They stayed that way for the rest of the service. Edge felt a little better, a little warmer, and he hoped Silver did as well.
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Another week passed and very little had improved. Both Edge and Harry were still drinking from goblets; Edge a little more willing than Harry most nights.
Color slowly returned to their pale faces and skin. Energy returned to them as well though neither left their rooms for very long. Harry slowly started attending classes again but Draco could tell his heart was not in it. Edge would leave to check on Harry each night but would always return withdrawn and slightly depressed. He would act like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself until Draco took the initiative and hugged him. The vampire would then cling to him, seeking comfort, or in a bid to offer the comfort he clearly wanted to give, Draco was not sure. He was sure; however, that he had had enough.
Draco made sure that Edge drank his nightly portion, in which the vampire grumbled he was capable of caring for himself ‘thank you very much’, before he transformed and made the short trek to Sev…well…Harry’s quarters. The door opened for him without fuss just the way his godfather had set it before…everything. He transformed but did not see Harry in the front room.
“Harry?”
“In here, Draco.”
Draco followed the voice into the bedroom to find Harry curled tightly under the blankets. Only his eyes and the top of his head were visible.
“Are you going to stay there all night?”
Harry shrugged. “Maybe.”
Draco resisted the need to yell at the Gryffindor. Yelling would not help either of them. He took a deep breath before taking the few steps closer. “Can I sit?”
It took a moment but Harry eventually nodded. Draco sat on the edge of the bed looking at the floor. He had come wanting to be gentle but something told him that gentle would get him nowhere.
“You really need to talk with Edge.”
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. “I know.”
“Wait.” Draco looked sharply at Harry, confusion evident on his face. “You do?” Harry nodded slowly. “Then why don’t you?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Draco stared at the vampire. He blinked. “You don’t know what to say.” He said flatly.
Harry uncovered himself and sat up. “No, Draco, I don’t know what to say to my own Sire.”
Was that agitation? Sarcasm? Whatever it was supposed to be it ignited Draco’s own frustration. “How about ‘I don’t hate you’, or ‘I know you tried’. Those would be a good place to start.”
“It’s not that simple.” Harry retorted with a glare.
“Why not? Unless you do hate him for something he had no control over.”
“I don’t hate him!”
“Then tell him that for Merlins sake!” Draco snapped back. He took a deep breath to get his control back. “He is doing everything he can think of to help make things somewhat better but you won’t even meet him halfway. He is giving you the space you ask for but it’s slowly tearing him apart.”
Draco watched as Harry looked at his hands guiltily. “I…wasn’t aware…”
“I know you are hurting. Do I understand how badly; no. Your relationship with Severus was completely different from mine, was completely different from Edge’s relationship with him, but it does not mean that we are not suffering as well.” Draco slid closer reaching over to rest a hand over Harry’s cool ones. He still was not eating enough. Harry looked up at him with tear filled eyes. “I’ve realized that Edge heals by giving comfort to others. I know this is going to sound ridiculous but I always feel warmer after one of his hugs.”
Harry smiled softly and sadly. “It’s not weird. Edge can heal with touch, in more ways than just physical it seems.”
“He can?” Draco did not know that. “Anyway, he seems to get comfort from it as well. He is desperate to help you, Harry.”
“I know.” Harry looked down again. “I’m just not ready.” He shook his head a small tear tracking down his cheek.
“He knows that too. I think it’s the reason he isn’t pushing, but it’s hurting him. I’m not telling you this to guilt you into anything, Harry, but I felt you needed to know.”
Draco stayed with Harry for a bit longer. They sat in silence, just taking in the silent comfort from each other’s presence.
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More weeks passed.
Harry started eating more to everyone’s relief but it was still touch and go some nights. He started going on runs with Moony and Cobalt when they weren’t training with Edge. He started letting himself spend more time with Hermione and Ron. His focus in his lessons increased probably more because Draco challenged him than actual interest but no one was going to complain. Some nights he never left his rooms. Harry had still not spoken with Edge.
Edge denied that the silence hurt. He hid the pain well behind smiles and soft laughter that never quite reached his eyes. He hid behind training with the Guardians. None of them were fooled, especially not Draco.
Draco lived with the guy. Of course he noticed the quiet stares into the fireplace. Of course he noticed the haunted looks when sleep evaded the vampire during the day. Yes, Edge was finding the humor in things and trying to heal like the rest of them but there was a pain that none of them could reach. It was a pain that only a Sire with a hurting Childe could understand. Draco had done all he could do. The rest would have to be up to them.
That did not mean that Draco didn’t try to help where he could. He made sure that Edge drank nightly. There were even times that Edge would ask for the goblet himself which Draco took as a good sign. The vampire had slowly regained some of his color though he remained cold to the touch. Draco started inviting Edge to games of chess when the man stayed in for the night. Edge turned out to be a really good chess player beating Draco the same amount of times that Draco beat him. Those games proved to be a time that Edge allowed himself to heal a little more, if the small sparkle of joy in his blue eyes were any indication.
Edge started looking forward to those chess games to the point he often didn’t want to train the wolves. He knew the importance of getting them to increase their stamina and speed so forced himself out the door. It felt strange not wanting to bask in the warmth Sirius and Remus provided. They had become his pillars of strength as it were but like always – things change. He still loved racing with them and sparring with them. He still had in depth talks with each of them, and yes he cuddled up to their wolf forms on many occasions over the past few weeks, but there was something about those chess games that Edge was beginning to crave. Edge had a feeling that it wasn’t the mental stimulation either.
So, when Draco invited him to come with him to work on his Potions, Edge didn’t refuse.
It was a clear sign of a new professor that the classroom was set up entirely different. Edge had not been in the previous classroom but the momentary glimpse of sadness in Draco’s demeanor when they walked in told Edge all he needed to know.
“You’re not going to blow another one up are you?” he asked in an attempt to brighten the younger mans mood.
Draco sent him a half-hearted glare before huffing and walking over to the table he was going to be using. “Of course not.” He started setting out his supplies.
Edge chuckled warmly at the response. “Just checking.”
Edge meandered about the room while Draco started working on the Potion he had been assigned. He made sure not to touch anything but was fascinated by all the ingredients lined up along the walls.
“Is…um…Slughorn, was it, not coming?”
Draco shrugged as he prepped his ingredients while the cauldron heated. “No, I’m an advanced student so he lets me be for the most part. Besides, he prefers to spend his time collecting for his Slug club or some such nonsense.”
“Slug club?” Edge wrinkled his nose. “Charming choice of name.”
“Tell me about it.” Draco sniggered. “I for one am glad he has not come after me about joining but he has apparently been after Harry. Harry told him right quick where he could shove his ‘slug club’.” Draco laughed. “Wish I could have seen Slughorns face.”
Edge smiled softly turning back to look over the many ingredients. It sounded like Harry was beginning to get a little spunk back, but it was going to take a lot of time for Harry to recover from the loss, if he ever did. Edge sighed sadly. He wished Harry would talk to him but knew the young vampire needed to come to him. He was after all the one that broke his promise, not the other way around.
A hiss sounded from behind him shortly followed by the heady aroma of fresh blood. Edge turned quickly finding Draco holding his finger where he had undoubtedly sliced it with the knife he was using. Edge was by his side within a blink.
“Was it clean?”
“Yeah.” Draco turned to reach for his wand to clean and heal the cut. It wasn’t deep but blood still welled up and a drop was making its way down his finger. “I don’t know what is wrong with me. I am better at Potions than this. Such a stupid…”
His words cut off suddenly. Edge had grabbed his hand gently. Draco’s breath caught in his throat as Edge caught the traveling blood droplet with his tongue. That tongue followed the trail back up to the cut before the vampires mouth wrapped around the tip of his finger. Draco felt his eyes go wide and he found it hard to swallow. His heart raced in his chest. It felt like thousands of butterflies had been let lose in his stomach. His cheeks felt warm from his blush as that same tongue licked the tip of his finger. Edge gave a soft suck before letting the finger free. He stepped back and turned away from Draco. All Draco could do was stare at his now wet and healed index finger.
Edge cleared his throat. “Um…sorry. It’s…uh…been awhile since I have smelt fresh blood. I…I may have over reached. Apologies.” He had his eyes clenched shut. What the fuck was that? Damn, the young man tasted good.
“Oh...uh…no worries. I completely understand.” Draco felt like he was going to self-combust. Holy shit. He shook himself a bit wiping his hands on his robes. Okay teenage hormones, time to get yourselves under control. Just because a really hot vampire sucked blood off your finger does not mean you can get all hot and bothered. Focus.
The smell of arousal hit Edge just then. The vampire groaned under his breath. He even smelled good. Damn. Edge felt the claiming mark burn a bit on his thigh. What the…oh. Oh. Edge blinked a couple times. Well, this was an interesting turn of events. He had thought the mark was acting up because of Sirius. Edge couldn’t deny he felt a bit of attraction to the man, and while Remus had his own charms, the two were a mated pair. He did not even think…but it did make sense he supposed. Draco was a good looking young man and fit - most likely from playing Quidditch. He had courage when he chose to use it and has shown loyalty to those he cares about. He wondered…
Edge turned back to look at Draco who had gone back to his Potion but a light blush still colored his cheeks. “I’ve had your blood before.”
The blonde blushed more. “Possible. I did donate to the supply. I don’t control where the transference spell takes the blood from.”
Edge suddenly felt playful. The blush coating the students cheeks drew him in like a beacon. He smiled mischievously stepping up behind Draco. Edge leaned close, peering over the blondes shoulder, taking silent joy in the small gasp. The mark burned but he was able to ignore it.
“I have to admit, yours was my favorite.” Edge whispered with a purr in his voice.
Draco shivered and groaned. “Dear Merlin, you don’t play fair.”
Edge laughed giving the blonde back his space. The mark flared before dampening into a simmer. Edge suddenly hated the mark reminding him he was already claimed. He was not claimed, damn it. If Dante wanted him so damn bad then he should be here, not wherever he currently was. Dante should have never left him in the first place.
Draco must have sensed the sudden shift in his mood because the blonde turned around and looked at him concerned. “Edge?”
The two stared at one another long enough the mood changed again. Draco reached for him. Edge allowed the hand to run along his shirt collar; allowed it to clutch at his shirt. He allowed himself to be pulled the two steps that brought him so close to the younger man that Edge could see the darker flecks of blue in his almost silver eyes. Draco moved even closer. Edge could taste his breath. He allowed his hands to rest on narrow hips.
The mark flared in punishment. Edge hissed from the burn. He leant over onto Draco’s shoulder as fire raced from the mark down his leg and up across his groin. “Fucking hell.”
Draco grabbed his shoulders, shock and worry thick in his voice. “What happened? You okay?”
Before Edge could answer the door to the classroom opened. Harry stood in the doorway looking between the two with a calculating expression. Edge stepped back with a limp on his still burning leg and a wince. Draco let him go with clear hesitation. Harry gave them another once over before making eye contact with his Sire.
“Can we talk?”
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