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In my Darkest Hours	By : ieatmyfeelings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4174 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 6: Friends

            Harry pulled his mouth away from the throat of the squib he had just been feeding on. He had drank from two of the squibs that Severus had put in their quarters, and his thirst had not abated at all. Harry knew that the thirst wouldn’t leave until he turned Draco and that the only way to take the edge off of it would be to drink from his mate; but now that he started he couldn’t bring himself to stop. The moment Potions class had ended, Harry had ran straight home, apparently running faster than a human could judging by the odd looks he got along the way. He hadn’t even said goodbye to his Slytherin lab partners; though he supposed they had guessed what was going on, at least Draco had. At the thought of Draco, Harry’s throat began to burn anew; he turned towards the third squib who pulled the collar of his shirt down to give Harry better access, just as Harry was about to sink his fangs into the man’s throat Severus appeared beside him.

            “Harry that is enough, you’ve drank enough.” He said quietly as he set his hand on Harry’s shoulder and gently led him out of the room closing the door behind them.

            Once the duo had entered the living room Harry went over to the couch and sat down wearily. “I’m sorry Severus, about everything this morning. I could barely control myself around Draco in Potions and then even when I got away from him I couldn’t sate the thirst! Was this how it was with you?”

            Severus sat down next to the confused fledgling. “Yes and no Harry. At first it was, I like you, drank from my mate upon discovery of their identity. So having tasted his blood, it was all I thirsted for. After a while James let me have little drinks from him now and then, which eased the cravings temporarily. But that dominating hunger will not go away until you have mated and turned Draco.”

            Harry buried his face in his hands. “I’m screwed then, I doubt he has any intention of allowing me to any of that.” he muttered.

            Severus smirked, turning his eyes towards the doors of their chambers. “I would not be so sure Potter.”

            “What do you mean?” Harry asked never taking his face from his hands.

            Severus chuckled as he stood up. “Draco, Mister Zambini, and Mister Nott are all outside the door waiting for you to have your lunch, so you may accompany them to theirs.” Not waiting for Harry’s response Severus walked to the door to the room where the squibs lived and quickly entered, fully intent on having his own lunch.

            Harry stood up and stared in shock at the door to the chambers. “They want me to go to lunch with them?” he thought in shock, “But if I’m around Draco will I be able to control myself?” With a resigned sigh Harry walked over to the door and opened it to see his new…friends…standing there waiting for him.

            “About time Potter! How many corpses does Snape need to clean up today?” Theo teased with a little laugh.

            Seeing the shocked and appalled looks on Draco’s and Blaise’s faces, Harry decided to play along. “Two Nott, but if you ask nicely you could be corpse number three.” He said in absolute seriousness, giving the slytherins a flash of his fangs. Harry waited a few moments to see if the three boys would catch on to the fact he was joking. “I’m kidding, Merlin Theo! I didn’t kill my lunch and I won’t drink from you.” Harry exclaimed, laughing at the look on the trio’s faces. “I’m serious, I didn’t kill any one, we have about a half a dozen squibs in a room off our chambers who are our donors, and they get paid very well for it. I haven’t killed anyone and I don’t intend to.” Harry explained seeing that none of his new friends found his joke very funny.

            Draco and Theodore seemed relieved by Harry’s assurances but Blaise frowned, looking unconvinced. “You haven’t killed anyone? Not even on your first feed?” he asked sceptically.

            “No, it was hard but I stopped.” Harry said with a slight frown of his own, wondering where Zambini was going with this.

            “That’s impossible! Vampires can never stop on their first feed!” Blaise exclaimed with an unreadable expression on his face.

            Harry glared at the Slytherin. “What are you talking about?! I stop in time every time, even ask Snape!” he growled as he started to get angry.

            “Never mind, let’s go to lunch.” Blaise muttered, turning around and began walking towards the great hall.

            Draco, Theo and Harry began following Blaise. “What was that about?” Harry asked Draco in a low voice.

            Draco shook his head slightly before answering. “It’s not my place to tell you Harry, but vampirism strikes a nerve with Blaise.” Draco responded quietly, “Not that he is prejudice against vampires…it’s just being around a vampire is bringing back some painful memories. Give him time.”

            Harry nodded, the conversation fading to a comfortable silence. By the time the group was close to the Great Hall all the tension had evaporated and Blaise was back to normal. “Oh Merlin.” Harry groaned rolling his eyes. “I can hear what’s going on in there; the Gryffindors are all angry about losing points and they are blaming me. The Slytherins are all happy about getting points and a few of the children of Death Eaters are calling you three traitors. A couple have already wrote their parents.” Harry explained, having seen the odd looks the three Slytherins were giving him. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on hearing what was being said “Shit!” he exclaimed angrily after a few moments.

            Draco waited a few moments for Harry to explain, but seeing the vampire’s hands shaking in anger he decided to speak up. “What are they saying?”

            “Parkinson wrote your father, and my friends are writing Lupin right now telling him how I’m ‘consorting with the children of Death Eaters and have turned against my own house.’” Harry hissed furiously. “Remus doesn’t know about me being a vampire yet.” he muttered quietly.

            “Might as well give them something to write then!” Draco growled his voice full of rage. “You’re sitting at the Slytherin table with us.” he continued before marching straight into the Great Hall with his head held high and a glare on his face that dared someone to say something.

            Harry watched as Blaise and Theo started to follow Draco. “You coming?” Theo asked when he looked over his shoulder and saw that Harry hadn’t moved.

            “I don’t have a choice do I? How I’m going to live with that bossy git for the rest of my immortal life I do not know!” Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated sigh and a smirk.

            Theo and Blaise chuckled as they waited for Harry to catch up. “You know, I like him he’s funny. How come we never knew you were funny Potter?” Theo asked bumping his shoulder against Harry’s.

            “Blame it on house rivalry, I do!” Harry said with a teasing smile as he sat down next to Draco at the Slytherin table, Nott sitting next to Harry and Blaise on the other side of Draco.

            Lunch was almost over and Harry was having so much fun joking around with his new found Slytherin friends that he didn’t even notice all the glares and odd looks that were shot at the quartet. In fact, Harry was having a hard time noticing anything but Draco’s scent and the throbbing vein in his porcelain throat now. He couldn’t take it anymore. Waiting till Blaise and Theo were too deep in their argument over who win in a duel to notice, he leaned over to Draco. “Draco I can’t take it, all I can smell is your blood and it’s driving me mental!” he exclaimed in a low voice so as to not be over heard “Do you suppose I could…you could…we could…shit!” Harry dropped his head into his hands in frustration.

            Draco’s eyes went wide in shock. “Are you asking me to let you…drink from me?!” he asked nervously as he set his goblet of pumpkin juice down.

            Harry looked up his eyes full of hope. “Yes…I mean…no…never mind forget I asked, see you in class.” He rambled before he quickly stood up, grabbed his bag and hurried out of the Great Hall.

            It took Draco almost five seconds to decide to go after his mate. “See you in class” he said to Blaise and Theo, unwittingly repeating Harry’s words. Within moments he was in the Entrance Hall, looking around to figure out which way Harry had gone. As he glanced towards the secret passage to the Transfiguration room; he saw the vampire leaning against the wall, his eyes closed.

            Harry knew the moment Draco had entered the Entrance Hall, he could smell him. The moment Harry had left the Great Hall he had started taking deep breaths of ‘clean air’ to try and rid himself of the tantalizing smell of Draco. Harry was just drawing in a deep breath when he was hit with the very scent he was trying to get away from. “Tempting fate aren’t you?” Harry mutter just loud enough for the blonde to hear.

            “Pardon?” Draco asked confused as he walked over to where Harry was.

            Harry took a long shuttering breath, knowing that his self-control was damn near non-existent at the moment. “You know I want your blood, yet you still come out into a deserted hallway where you are all alone with me, not very smart.”

            “This hallway is not deserted Harry, there are people coming by all the time.” Draco said with a nervous smirk. “But we should go find an empty corridor somewhere, and fast, if you want that drink before class.”

            Harry looked at Draco not trusting what he heard. “Draco, this could…this is a dangerous offer to make.” he said seriously.

            “You won’t kill me, let’s go!” Draco said as he grabbed Harry’s wrist, pulled him through the secret passage and down the next corridor to a hallway that look like it hadn’t been walked in for years. Draco looked around for a second before he saw a heavily shadowed corner. “Perfect.” He said smugly as he led Harry over to it.

            Once the mates had hidden themselves in the shadows, Harry couldn’t wait any more. “Draco, this is your last chance to run, there is no going back from here.” he whispered painfully using the last of his control not to bite the blonde.

            Draco just smirked and reached up to undo his tie and pull the collar of his shirt down enough to ensure no blood stained it.

            Harry’s eyes drifted closed and he let out a soft moan at the sight of his mate offering himself up so completely to him. Without a second thought, Harry’s lips were on the blonde’s pulse point, planting gentle kisses. Then without warning he sank his fangs into Draco’s delicate flesh. As the first draught of blood hit Harry’s tongue his knees went weak; it seemed like years since he had tasted this burning, taunting, addicting fire. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco pulling his mate closer to him as he took another mouth full of the ecstasy.

            “P-Potter.” Draco moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he ran his hands down Harry’s back to his hips. Without thinking Draco grasped Harry’s hips and pulled the vampire’s groin closer to his own. Both men groaned as their budding erections came into contact.

            Harry allowed his mouth to be filled with Draco’s tantalizing blood one last time before pulling away. Once the last drops had trickled down his throat, Harry stuck out his tongue and licked the now-closed wound clean; which pulled the most delicious moans from Draco. Spurred on by the blonde’s gasps, Harry began kissing his way up his mate’s neck, stopping every so often to quickly nip at the skin, sometimes drawing a few drops of blood, other times not. By the time Harry reached Draco’s lips, both men were in a frenzy of sexual arousal and were grinding together shamelessly.

            Harry paused for a moment to admire the look of pure lust on Draco’s face; the blonde’s eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, revealing the love marks and little holes that Harry had left in his wake. Harry was about to start on the other side of Draco’s throat, planning on matching each, when his lips were captured in a fierce passionate kiss. Without hesitation Harry kissed his mate back just as passionately; their hips still bucking towards each other, allowing their cocks to find the wonderful friction. As Harry slowly slipped his tongue into Draco’s eagerly waiting mouth, the Slytherin’s thrusting became more erratic and desperate, Harry moaned, knowing that his mate was close to completion and that knowledge brought him near the edge too. Gasping, Draco broke the kiss for the air only one of them truly needed and threw his head back in pleasure. Without thinking Harry leaned in and bit down on Draco’s neck again, letting the endorphin spiked blood flow into his waiting mouth. Draco cried out as his hips slammed against Harry’s harder than before and the blonde began to shake all over. “H-Harry!” he groaned out as his release hit him. Instantly Harry could taste the increase of endorphins in Draco’s blood and that mixed with the wonderful feeling of his mate still thrusting against his own hard-on sent Harry over the edge. As the last waves of Harry’s climax washed over him, he reluctantly pulled his fangs from Draco’s throat. Both boys were panting, sweaty, and shaking slightly. Draco quickly cast a cleaning charm on both of them wandlessly, before smirking at his dark haired mate. Smiling, Harry leaned in and gave Draco a soft kiss on the lips which the blonde returned eagerly. They were both about to deepen the kiss when they heard a sob behind them.

            Harry spun around to see a group of Gryffindors standing there with Ron and Hermione standing in front; Hermione in tears. “H-Harry how could you? Being a vampire is bad enough, but to..to..with Malfoy!” she exclaimed burring her face in Ron’s chest.

            Harry glared at his former friends. “What exactly Granger, is so horrifying? That I just drank his blood or that you caught us snogging?” he spat, his eyes narrowing.

            “Potter you disgust me! I can’t believe I shared a room with you for so many years!” Ron yelled pulling out his wand.

            “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Weasley, or have you never paid attention in DADA? Vampires are like giants, nearly immune to a wizard’s magic.” Draco spoke up as he shakily stepped up next to Harry, pulling his own wand.

            Harry looked at Draco momentarily and saw that his mate was slightly pale and trembling. “I drank too much, I’m sorry Draco.” Harry thought before turning his attention back to his former friends. “Now Draco and I would like to go to class, so please excuse us.” Harry said with a smirk as he quickly lifted Draco off his feet and ran at vamperic speed to the large oak doors in the Entrance Hall. He softly set Draco down, noticing the shocked look on his mate’s face. “I’m sorry Draco. That must have scared the hell out of you. I just didn’t want that upstairs to come to a duel. I drank too much and weakened you, I’m sorry.” Harry blurted out, quickly ashamed of himself.

            “Get over it Potter, I’m fine. Although next time we do that, maybe it should be someplace private.” Draco said with a smirk as he walked out of the castle towards their Care of Magical Creatures Class.
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