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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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For those worried about Severus...hang tight.
For those rooting for Draco/Edge...things are heating up.
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More weeks passed. Training picked up tenfold. Harry was finally giving everything he could in his newfound determination to win this war. Edge was able to fully see where his weak points were and get them fixed. Harry still had trouble with anything that called for mental magic. He could reach out to all included within the clan but only if they were within the same room. His Occlumency was still abysmal despite Edge’s and Draco’s best, and varied, attempts to teach him.
Where Harry was weak in mind magic he excelled in the physical. He danced around Cobalt and Moony frequently stumbling them up. Harry had always been quick but he was easily besting Edge at every race they did. Edge had prided himself in being fast but found he was thrilled Harry was faster. His senses were strong. While he couldn’t connect with any of them, or any of the animals of the forest, mentally from a distance, he could still locate them just by branching out his magic around him. Harry even showed some promise with healing magic, instinctual more than intentional, but he improved every time Edge thought to teach him.
Sirius’ nose was unmatched. Even as Padfoot, his nose appeared to work just as well as when he was Cobalt. His shifting had become seamless between his three forms, even when in midair. Remus was easily the strongest between the two. Now that he had perfected how this new larger body worked he easily caught up with Edge and Harry during runs and was better equipped at keeping them down. Where Moony was more filled out and bulky, Cobalt was smaller and leaner. It made him faster and more agile. While Moony shied away from more true violence, Cobalt appeared to have no such issues. Edge had been afraid of it at first but he had always succeeded in calling Sirius back with one word, the bond strong between them and working just as it should. Edge should have expected it really. Sirius was the more brash and physical one of the two mates. He was certain that if the situation truly called for it, Moony would be equally vicious.
Edge had started training the humans as well. Draco helped him teach Occlumency to Ron and Hermione. Both of them had trouble starting out, which frustrated Hermione to no end, it took many days for Edge to calm her down enough for her to get it. He taught them all spells and charms that were most useful against werewolves and vampires alike. He taught them healing spells and even encouraged them to look into medicinal potions. He had never taken to potions well but knew Hermione and Draco would manage well on their own with the subject. Harry often joined them and took to the defensive spells with flying colors.
Edge himself focused on his newfound healing abilities. Being able to heal from a distance would be a good skill to have, especially in a battle setting. He would not be able to get to every person physically should the need arise. He started small, healing scrapes and bruises that the humans accumulated during their skirmishes. First, he had to be close, not touching but by holding his hands over where his magic was needed. Slowly, he had been able to move further away and did not have to concentrate terribly hard. As long as they were within a few feet, Edge could heal them as the wounds occurred without stopping. There was no way he could cover an entire battlefield, he had not worked up enough energy to be able to do that, but it was a start. Even still, he often felt drained and tired for a couple days and would have to take a break before attempting again.
The small group was leaving the Room of Requirement after one such training lesson. Remus had been unable to join them due to professor duties and Sirius had decided to stay with him to help. It was just Edge, Harry and the three humans. Everyone was talking animatedly and almost missed Edge walking away from them.
Draco did not miss it. How could he? He had been even more aware of the vampire in recent weeks. Draco often caught Edge watching him, sometimes his eyes would spark gold before the vampire would turn away and act like nothing happened. Edge had started trying to feed normally recently as well. He left on odd nights to ‘hunt’ but typically came back unsuccessful. Draco never said anything but would silently fill a goblet and leave it where the vampire would be sure to find it. He wondered what it was that was causing Edge to ‘fail’ as it were. Draco tried not to feel relieved whenever Edge would return still as pale as he had left. He knew the vampire wanted to go back to feeding normally to save the stored stock for Harry, but the feeling never ceased to appear. Draco also never mentioned that he used his own stored blood for Edge. He was sure Edge could tell but he didn’t like the thought of the vampire ‘feeding’ from anyone else, even if it was from a goblet. Jealous? Don’t be ridiculous.
“Going out?”
Edge paused turning back around to face the group of teenagers. He sighed. “Yes, I need to eat.”
No one mentioned he could eat just fine from the goblets. They all knew why he was trying to force the issue.
Draco stepped forward. “Do you have to go out? I mean, I can offer…” Draco faltered when Edge shook his head.
“You are already on the donation rotation, yes?”
“Yes, but…”
Edge shook his head again. “You cannot feed us both.” Was all he said before he turned and seemingly disappeared as he flitted away.
Draco closed his eyes in weary frustration and sighed. Edge running from him has been happening more lately as well.
“Have you not told him?”
Draco looked at Hermione as the trio stepped up beside him. “That he’s been getting all of it anyway…no.”
“Maybe you should.”
“I’m aware, Weasley, but every time I bring it up he walks away.” Draco waved an arm in the direction that Edge had left to point out the example they just witnessed.
Ron scoffed. “It’s been so long now you can call us Ron and Hermione.”
Draco turned a soft glare on the red head. “Only when you start calling me Draco.”
Ron returned the glare. “Fine, Draco.”
“Fine, Ron.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Stop it you two. Come on, Ron, its late. We need to be getting back to the tower.” She rested a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Keep trying. I’m sure he will come around.” Hermione gave Draco one last encouraging look before she and Ron left.
With a sigh, Draco shifted. Silver looked up at Harry who was looking at him with a thoughtful expression. Silver tilted his head. *Coming?*
Harry blinked then nodded.
They walked quietly. It was eerily quiet in the castle this late at night. Silver was unsure that he would ever get used it. Harry seemed to be a peace with his surroundings but after spending seven years traipsing around after curfew, Silver figured he should be comfortable.
They had just gotten to into the dungeons proper when Silver noticed that Harry had stopped. He turned back to find his friend holding his head with his eyes squeezed shut. Harry seemed to be mumbling to himself. The hell? Silver quickly made his way back to Harry.
*Harry?*
“You’re not real. You’re not real.” Harry was mumbling over and over his voice strained, confused, hurt, and yet determined.
Silver did not think of the ramifications and transformed. Quickly, he pushed Harry back against the stone wall to brace him. “Harry! Listen to me!” Draco gave him a little shake.
Harry jolted, snapping his wide eyes to meet Draco’s. He looked panicked for a split second before tears filled his eyes and overflowed. He clung to Draco as he cried, his pink tears staining Draco’s white shirt. Draco had no clue what to do except hold Harry close and whisper soothing sounds in his ear. What the hell had just happened?
It felt like hours passed as Draco held his distraught friend in the middle of a dungeon corridor. Thankfully, it was well after midnight at this point so the odds of anyone seeing them were basically zero. Eventually, Harry calmed down enough that Draco felt comfortable pushing him away just enough to be able to see his face. Harry’s green eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks painted pink from his tears, and his nose stuffed from snot. He certainly wasn’t attractive at the moment but then who would be after crying that hard.
“Harry, what happened?” Draco question softly afraid if he spoke any louder he would startle Harry. The other teen looked ready to crumble again at a moment’s notice.
Harry sniffled as he wiped at his face. He stepped further away from Draco to lean against the wall. Merlin, he looked so weak and tired, Draco thought.
“I…I heard him…again.” Harry mumbled around his sniffles.
Draco frowned. “Heard who? What do you mean again?”
“S…Sev.” Harry buried his face in his hands to scrub at his face with them. “It started a couple nights ago. At first it was muffled, like someone speaking through water, but it got clearer each night. All it says is my name. It sounds like he’s reaching out for me.” Harry choked out a sob burying his face in his hands again.
Draco felt like someone punched him in the stomach. “Harry…” He hated having to say what he did next but… “Your Occlumency shields are shite, someone could be trying…”
“I know that!” Harry snapped, glaring at Draco fiercely. “Why do you think I try to block it out? Why do you think I am here crying like a sniveling idiot on you instead of trying to track it down?” Harry took a few deep breaths. His whole body shook in his distress. “It hurts, hearing his voice, knowing that someone could be using it to hurt me. Well, congrats to whoever thought of it, because it’s working.” Harry spit out his voice full of self-hate.
“Stop that.” Draco reprimanded as gently and sternly as he could. “It is not your fault you are mourning. If it is someone trying to hurt you, then fuck them. They aren’t worth the air they breathe.” Draco stepped closer to Harry to rest his hands on the other teen’s shoulders. He could feel the cold of his body through his shirt. Harry had stopped eating again. Damn it.
“Harry, I’m sure you are not the first to hear a lost loved ones voice. That could be all it is. Odds are that’s exactly what it is.” Draco caught Harry’s eyes as the dark haired vampire looked at him. “You miss him. Our minds have funny ways of coping sometimes.”
Harry nodded shakily. “I know.” He sighed deeply. “I feel like I’m going crazy. Some nights I do fine. I do things with minimal problems, then others I’m a mess. I can’t do anything without being reminded of him. There are even some nights I struggle to get out of bed. There’s no pattern or consistency.”
Draco pulled Harry into a gentle hug that Harry returned burying his face in Draco’s shoulder. “You’re grieving, Harry. No one said it was a straight line.”
Truth was, even Draco had moments he felt like falling apart. He had caught himself just the other night wanting to seek his godfather out to get an answer to a Potions question he had only to remember that it wouldn’t be Severus to open the door at the last minute. Draco had quickly aborted that mission. He still needed the answer.
But where Draco often seeked Edge out for his healing warmth, Harry didn’t. Sure, he allowed the occasional healing touch, but he more often than not shied away from it. It seemed to Draco that Harry was holding onto his hurt, his pain, and it overwhelmed him sometimes, like now. Ultimately, though, Draco could do nothing to force Harry. It would only serve to make things worse. He could only be there when he was needed. Draco suddenly felt like he was beginning to understand a bit of Edge’s continued sorrow.
“Why don’t we get back to your rooms, get some food into you, and you call it an early day?”
Harry nodded silently but took a few more minutes before he moved. He refused to be out of contact with Draco so they walked with an arm around each other to Harry’s rooms. Once there, Harry went to clean himself up and change clothes, while Draco readied a goblet for him. Harry looked like he wanted to protest when Draco offered it to him, but a stern look from Draco had him drinking it without a word, even if he did grimace a bit.
“Do you not like that one?”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t like any of them right now. Nothing personal.”
“It’s not mine so I don’t really care.”
Harry sent him a look before a sly smile found its way on his face. “Not sharing are we?”
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “Shut up. Edge has to eat too.”
“But not necessarily yours.” Harry pointed out.
Draco felt that same twisted up feeling he felt whenever he knew Edge was leaving to find his own food. He could imagine Edge sinking his teeth into someone else and it heated him - and not in a good way. Draco gritted his teeth. Edge had never even fed from him, why the hell was he acting like this?
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Draco looked at Harry and shook his head. “You didn’t. I’ve been doing this to myself.”
Harry looked at him thoughtfully. “You’re interested in him.”
“Yeah, I guess I am.” Draco shrugged and looked away trying to play it off.
Harry wasn’t fooled. “Just take it easy with him and don’t take anything personally.”
Draco sent Harry a confused looked. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m not saying to treat him with kid gloves, you’ll never get anywhere, but he is dealing with a lot.” Harry answered without answering the actual question.
It was clear that Harry was keeping something from him. Draco was not sure how he felt about that.
“Am I supposed to be gentle or forceful here?” It came out more irritated than he had intended. Harry didn’t seem to care.
“I’m saying to be direct. Don’t push him into anything but be clear with him.” The look in Harry’s eyes had Draco paying close attention. “Edge does not shy away from difficult conversations as long as you face him head on.” Harry learned that during their last painful discussion. “Be clear and honest with him.”
Draco sighed. “I would but he doesn’t give me much chance to be lately.”
“Then put him in a situation he can’t wiggle out of but still give him a choice.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to do that?” Draco was getting frustrated.
Harry sighed like he was getting slightly frustrated as well. He picked up the goblet he just drank from and tossed it to Draco. Draco looked down at the goblet like it had grown two heads.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Seriously?” Harry growled under his breath making Draco jump a bit. “I thought you were a Slytherin. If I can think of it than you certainly can.”
Draco stared at the goblet longer than he probably should have before it finally registered what Harry was suggesting. “And if he says no?” His heart beat faster in his chest and his stomach dropped at the thought.
Harry shrugged turning away toward the bedroom. “Then you have an answer at least.”
Draco glared at Harry’s back. What was Harry’s problem all of a sudden? “You are being a dick.”
Harry paused in the doorway. He sighed and turned back to Draco with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.” He walked over to Draco and put his hands heavily on the blonde’s shoulders. Harry looked at him earnestly. “If you care for him, tell him. Tell him, even if you are afraid of rocking the boat, before you can’t.”
It was in that instance, Draco understood.
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Edge did not stop until he reached a small town well away from Hogwarts. He refused to feed in Hogsmeade if he could take the time to go further. He did not want to raise questions or cause a panic so close to the school.
He learned quickly that females would not work – they never felt or smelled right. That didn’t bother him. He had always preferred males anyway so he wasn’t phased, even though he had never cared for feeding purposes before. Edge had been sure any male would work, food was food, right? Not now apparently.
First it was the scent. It took him forever to determine a common scent he liked. Edge had been frustrated. He would find someone, get them gazed, and then be turned completely off by how they smelled. Trying to get close enough to a stranger to get a good breath of their scent, without going through the trouble of gazing them first, was difficult but he had managed. Apparently, he wanted his blood to have a sweet undertone. Go figure.
Edge got the scent thing figured out only to be blocked again by how the person would feel in his arms. He always held the person he was feeding from since many liked to try to drop the minute he bit into them. Such is the effects of gazing ones food. Even if he fed from their wrist, unless they were already sitting, they tended to get weak kneed. Edge didn’t like feeding from the wrist in the open anyway. It was a slower feed as the veins were not as big as the jugular. He preferred to be ‘in and out’ so to speak unless he knew he was safe. Right now, he was nowhere near safe with anyone.
They always felt wrong. One was too big, another was too short, and yet another was too thin. A couple times he had tried to feed anyway only to pull back the minute the first drop hit his tongue in disgust. He had never been this picky with his food before. Of course he had standards but come on. This was getting ridiculous.
Edge knew what he wanted though. He wanted a lean body against his, young, about his height. He wanted sweet nectar like honey mixed with cloves and cinnamon. He wanted that warmth wrapped around him, holding him tight, as little mewls and whimpers sounded in his ears.
The mark stung a bit making Edge come back to reality. He shook himself taking note of the saliva pooling in his mouth. Edge swallowed feeling his fangs in his mouth. He needed to get himself back under control. Draco was off limits. He was already donating to the stock and he knew they took enough to cover at least a week’s worth of feedings at a time. There was no way he could ask Draco to feed him on top of that. It did seem as though he was getting Draco’s blood more frequently than not. That was most likely his problem. He was becoming addicted. It certainly had nothing to do with his feelings towards the younger man.
Edge was claimed already anyway. There was no way the blasted mark would let him anywhere near Draco. It certainly wouldn’t let him act on his desires toward the blonde. Just imagining anything had the mark burning against his thigh.
With gritted teeth, and clenched fists, Edge set out to look for a prospective meal. He was determined he was going to feed on his own tonight.
Finding said meal turned out easier than Edge had expected. The scent was close enough as was the body shape and height. He was older and dark haired but Edge imagined he could get passed that. Seriously? This was what he has become, looking for humans that look and smells like another just to get a meal? Damn that little dragon.
Gazing the human was easy enough and Edge led them to a quiet alley behind a small building towards the edge of the town. Edge took a deep breath, made sure the human was calm, and leaned forward teeth bared, only to freeze as his fangs grazed the humans neck. Try as he might, he could not get himself to bite down. It would be so easy. His teeth were sharp enough he could sink them into skin like the skin was nothing but butter. Edge couldn’t do it.
With a growl he sent the man home. Damn it. Fuck. Why could he not do this? How could one human gain this much control over him without him even realizing it? What was it about the little dragon that held him so? He knew the blonde tasted good but he was no Potential. Edge should not be this drawn to him.
Was it because he was interested in him? That couldn’t be it. Edge had been interested in Sirius but the man had never held his attention like this. Come to think of it, Edge had been interested in many humans, even a werewolf once, but they never held him captive like this. The mark never so much as stung either. That confused Edge the most.
Edge had not been celibate for the past century. Of course not. Sometimes feedings got a little out of hand. Sometimes it was simply because he had an itch to scratch. Don’t most people. The mark had remained quiet, every time. Why? Why would it act out now? What was different?
You were always loyal to me.
Edge froze. Had he been broadcasting to Dante? Son of a bitch.
Get out.
Surprisingly, the other vampire listened. Edge reinforced every shield and wall he could think of. Damn him. Radio silence, and then that? Edge growled. Fuck him. Where was he when Edge actually needed him? Where was he when Edge thought he had lost everything? Where was he when Severus was killed? Where was Dante’s loyalty to him? No, if Dante’s little disappearing act, and every action since his return, showed Edge anything, it was that Edge was better off without him.
Edge had his own clan that he found and made himself. He had a Childe, he had two Guardians, he had humans that were willing to donate to keep fresh stock (which was completely unintentional but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth), and he had Draco. His little dragon.
The mark flared, but in his anger, Edge barely felt a thing.
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