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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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The corridors of the school were quiet in their stillness and the flickering of the torches only served to enhance the darkened corners and crevices. Not that this did anything to frighten Edge as he followed Fawkes careful guidance through the maze called Hogwarts. Edge had to admit though, that this was a truly well developed building. He could smell the oldness of the stones that lined the corridors as they passed and feel the ancient magic humming within them. The oldness of the castle made Edge feel young for the first time in many years. He was amazed to discover that he had missed the feeling so much.
*This place is a maze.*
Fawkes trilled softly in his ear. *Imagine how our first years might feel.* Edge didn’t want to. What he wanted was to get this little meeting over with so he could find somewhere to sleep before the sun came up. He wouldn’t exactly burst into flame like other vampires would, but it was still damn uncomfortable to handle burns all over ones skin. Edge would rather avoid that if he could.
Nothing moved until the two came upon the gargoyle statue protecting the entrance to the Headmasters chambers. Edge felt himself twitch in the start of a jump when the stone moved aside to reveal the spiral staircase leading up. He heard Fawkes laughing trill beside his head and suppressed the need to knock the bird off his shoulder. It wasn’t Fawkes fault if his guard was down but he figured he could find some way to blame the bird if he really took the time to think about it. Now was not the time; however, as he came to the solid door that was the only thing left between him and meeting Albus Dumbledore. Edge prepared himself for dealing with the elusive man taking a few more seconds even after the older wizard had bid him come in. This was for Harry. All for Harry.
“Good morning” Came the cheerful greeting which served to set Edge’s teeth on, well, on edge. What the hell did this man have to be this damn cheerful about this early in the damn morning?
Fawkes chuckled at him again before flying off to rest on his perch beside the old mans desk. “Yes, it is, but I must admit that I cannot find as much pleasure in the rising of the sun as you.”
Dumbledore nodded while motioning for Edge to take a seat. Edge did, but stiffly. “Then I shall make this quick as I can. I have noticed that a lovely white panther has been wondering about on the grounds as of late…”
“Leopard. It’s a leopard.” Edge couldn’t have stopped the correction if he wanted. It always irked him when someone got that wrong. Really, was it so hard to use the correct terminology?
“Of course. Pardon my mistake. These old eyes can’t see as much as they used to.” Dumbledore smiled at Edge while Edge had to repress a snort. Sure they couldn’t. “Though I must admit, that is a clever trick on getting around the wards.”
“It’s not a trick. Just a skill. Now, forgive me if I’m being rude, but I really must insist you get to the point.”
Dumbledore nodded and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk. “As I am sure you are aware, there is little that we know of your kind. I am afraid for young Harry’s growth and safety considering our lack of knowledge.”
Edge crossed his right leg over his left. “It has been brought to my attention.”
“I had figured it was you that worked out the new feeding schedule.”
“Did you really think potions would help him at all?” Edge allowed the growl to enter his voice.
“No, I did not.” Dumbledore admitted with a slight frown. “It was to be only temporary until a donor could be found.”
“You had a volunteer.”
“Who is the mate of a werewolf. I was unsure of how that interaction would work.”
Edge sighed and closed his eyes. So that was the musky scent he had smelt on Sirius. That could have been disastrous though it seemed to be working fine if what he had been observing was correct. “This werewolf, was he close with Harry before?”
“Yes. He is something of a second godfather to the young man.”
“Then you shouldn’t have much to worry about then. The wolf more than likely recognizes Harry as a pack member still. It would be interesting to meet this werewolf though, when I have more time.” Edge stood and bowed his head slightly. “Now, I must go.”
Dumbledore stood as Edge turned to walk out the door. “I can offer you shelter in the castle, if you so wish.”
Edge stopped before looking back over his shoulder at the Headmaster. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “In exchange for what? Nobody shelters creatures without a price.”
“I simply wish you to continue what you are doing but give me information on Voldemort instead of keeping it to yourself.”
Edge winced internally though gave nothing away on his face. He stared at the Headmaster a few moments. “Don’t you already have a spy?” Edge raised his eyebrow as if to challenge the old man into denying his knowledge. The old coots blue eyes just twinkled.
“He cannot get the information that you can so easily gain.”
“He is within the snakes inner circle. I fail to see what information I can give you that he cannot.” Edge turned to face Dumbledore. What was his game?
“You can speak with his familiar. I believe he tells her what he would not tell even his inner circle.” Dumbledore was good at hiding his nervousness. Not a sign appeared on his face or in his body language. His scent, however, gave him away completely if one could smell and knew what to look for. Edge could smell and in fact new what to look for. Good. He did not need to inform the old man that The Dark Lord had started being conservative of what he told Nagini. He only needed a way into the castle.
He could play this game. “I train Harry as I see fit. He is in my care from here on out. If I say he needs something to continue to grow he will get it. If I choose to take him from your Potions Master’s care than it shall be done.”
The two men stared at each other, neither willing to break the contest of wills. Edge would have his way if the old man wanted anything from him. He would work to get the information he could, but odds were it would not come from where the old man expected it to. Dumbledore sighed, a look of resignation on his face, and nodded in consent to which Edge just smiled.
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Severus leaned back in his chair pinching the bridge of his nose between two long fingers and closed his eyes. There was no one to blame but himself for being behind in grading his papers, though he was sure he could find a way to blame the Potter brat for it all. The brat was currently taking blood from him which could be the cause of him not being able to concentrate. Severus snorted and lowered his arm to rest on the chair arm. Even he couldn’t use that lame bit of bullshit to get away with anything. All he was giving was a goblet a night which was nowhere near enough to affect him in any way.
Severus had noticed the changes in the Potter brat soon after the boy had started getting regular blood donations. Yes, most of it was coming from the mutt, but Severus could still take in some credit in the boy’s healthier appearance. While still pale, there was some color to his skin, and his green eyes were more vivid than Severus could ever remember them being. They almost made him want to drown in them even more than before. Almost. They were brighter than even Lily’s were. Brighter than that lovely green that he had fallen for so long ago. He was being captivated by them once more. It was often that he would find his own eyes straying to those of the Potter boy and just staring in them, one of the most dangerous things to do when dealing with any kind of vampire, and getting lost in their sea of green. Even now, he could see them behind his closed eyelids, emerald orbs glittering as they would stare into the fire when the boy laid on his fireplace rug basking in the warmth the fire provided his chilled skin.
Severus snapped his eyes open before shaking his head and returning to his papers. He was really beginning to hate the effect that those bloody vampires were having on his mind. First, Edge had used some freaky vampire mind game power on him that had him quivering like a newborn hippogriff, all weak and wobbly, for hours after, and now the brat was hypnotizing him with his gorgeous green eyes and the boy wasn’t evening trying. The dark haired Potions Master growled to himself in frustration, at not only himself, but at the stupid idiot that wrote the 3rd year essay he was being forced to read. Imbeciles, every last one of them. Severus marked the paper up with red and only got two sentences read of the next idiotic essay before he had to stop before he gave a Troll to every one of the damn things. He would have done just that if there weren’t a few students who actually worked hard enough to earn an Acceptable, which with him was hard to come by and he wanted to give them the grade they so rightfully deserved.
With a flick of his wrist, Severus sent the stack of essays back to their proper shelf to be graded later, and made his way to his rooms through the secret corridor at the back of his office. While he was walking he began taking off the stiff outer portion of his robes and was laying it over his arm as he walked into the sitting area of his rooms. He walked by the fireplace, not completely registering the lump on the rug as Potter had taken it upon himself to curl up there whenever he felt like to leech the warmth, and moved to his room to deposit the robe in its proper place. He then removed the jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt he often wore underneath it all. Severus wanted to relax tonight and the first one that bothered him unnecessarily was going to be hexed into next year. He made his way to the kitchenette, made himself a strong cup of tea (he wanted to relax not impair proper judgment), and returned to the sitting area to finish the book he was currently reading. Usually he would avoid the brat but tonight he was determined to ignore the young vampire napping on his rug, taking up floor space, and blocking heat from filtering into rest of the room in favor of enjoying his tea, his book, and what little heat he could steal from the fire himself. Severus took a small sip of the warm, nerve settling fluid before he looked up to find, not Potter, but a huge black cat currently stretching, its claws nicking the fibers of the rug, and its teeth being displayed proudly in a huge yawn.
The mug fell from his hands. His body froze in shock and didn’t register the sound of the mug breaking nor did he register the tea spreading on his floor or the places it had splashed onto his shoes. The cat in question let its rump lay back down at the sound, its eyes snapped open, its ears laid back, and it hissed, not at Severus, but at the broken mug on the floor at Severus’ feet. Severus blinked watching as the cat tilted its head as it registered the mug as well as Severus himself. Its tail went to softly swaying back and forth over the rug as its green eyes seemed to question what Severus was looking at. Severus blinked. Bright green eyes. Blink. Black fur that looked smooth if not a little ruffled in the way it laid along the cats body. Blink. Green eyes again seeming to find the situation amusing now. Blink. A white mark, the only white on the beast, running down between those green eyes and down onto the soft looking nose. Severus narrowed his eyes.
“What the hell did you do now, Potter?”
The beast opened its mouth letting out a soft mewl that seemed funny coming from a beast of that size. Severus glared at it further watching with a small amount of satisfaction as it seemed to cower beneath his stare. Severus wondered if Potter would look quiet as alluring like that if he was human. Severus growled to which the cat sat up and shimmered back into its human body. That’s right. It didn’t change, didn’t shift, it fucking shimmered, almost like someone had poured water over the thing to change its appearance.
“It’s my animal I’m assuming.”
“Your animal.” Severus sighed. That’s right. Animalis had their own stupid animal shape they could change into. So why did Potter’s have to be such a beautiful and regal looking animal? “What kind of feline?” Severus surprised himself in asking and bent down to pick up the mug pieces to hide the fact. He waved his hand to make them disappear and to clean up the mess.
Harry shrugged as he stood and stretched. “No idea. Can’t exactly see myself can I, Professor.”
Severus noted the boys smirk and glared, irritated at being called out on his slip. “It’s called a mirror.”
Harry shrugged again and moved closer to the fire seeking its warmth. He watched Snape make his way to his armchair and sit down in it. “What do you think it was? I haven’t gotten a chance to look.”
“I don’t know.” Severus looked over at the boy with a calculating expression. This was the first time they had even spoke to each other unless they absolutely had to. Why were they being almost civil to one another? Oh, that’s right, Severus wanted a relaxing night and he was bound and determined to get it. “I’d guess some sort of panther as black as you were.”
“Panther?” Harry tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest like he was cold. “Not as bad as it could be. Imagine if I was just a house cat.”
The boy smiled softly at his own little joke losing it a bit when Severus didn’t show any indication as to have heard him. Severus had heard him but was occupied with other things. Like the way the clothes the boy was wearing hung on his thin frame. The way the firelight casted shadows over the boys features and made his eyes look even more bright and eerie than they normally did. This was one of the prime reasons he avoided the brat. Fucking vampires.
Harry took note of his Professors inattention and decided to take advantage of the rare moment. He took his own inventory of the other, noting the obvious lack of outer robes giving way to the firm build of the snarky man. The dark hair hung over one eye, which was caused by the slight tilt of head, and made the other eye look darker than normal. His nose suddenly looked in proportion with the rest of him when taken in fully. The man was long and lean but muscular in all the right ways. Harry blinked as he fully noticed for the first time just how handsome Snape could be with the right lighting and if one knew what it was they were looking at. He shook his head. What was he doing? When he looked back at Snape the man had opened his book and appeared to be reading it. Harry knew better as he could see that those dark orbs were not moving.
“Why do you hate me?” Harry froze as the question came unbidden. Why did he have to ask that?
Severus tensed but refused to acknowledge the young vampire before him. Why did he hate the boy again? Severus honestly had no clue. Was it because he was so much like his father? No, Potter only looked like Senior Potter, but there was something that didn’t match in the way the two acted. Senior Potter was arrogant and a bully, but the only one Severus had ever seen Harry really get into fights with was Draco. Severus was no fool. He knew his godson started much of it but he did often turn a blind eye and blame Potter. Why was that? He took a glance up at the boy to see those green eyes watching him carefully with a slight glimmer of fear. That was it. Those damn green eyes that had haunted him for years. Lily’s eyes. Could he really hate the boy, be so cruel to him, because he had Lily’s eyes? No, he didn’t hate Potter. He was too much like his mother. But he was a spy, he had a role to play, and he couldn’t exactly be seen coddling the Boy-Who-Lived.
Severus closed his book and allowed it to rest in his lap. “I don’t hate you. Believe you’re a brat, a nuisance, a pain in the ass? Yes, but hate you, no.”
“Then why are you so cruel to me?”
“Don’t push your luck, Potter.” Severus glared. “That will be the only admission you will get from me.” Ever. The only admission he could give and stay alive.
Harry glared back at his Professor. “I don’t understand you.”
“You’re not meant to.” Severus laid his book to the side and stood. There went what little relaxation he could have gotten that night. Damn Potter.
“I want to.”
Severus chuckled and shook his head. “No, you don’t.” You can’t.
“Do not tell me what I want and what I don’t want.” Severus turned away from the teenager only to find his self falling back into the sofa. He blinked up at the young, but upset, vampire above him. Severus was straddled and the boys cooled hands held down his shoulders. The glowing green eyes were beginning to fleck with gold. Severus swallowed as the air became thick with power. Untrained and unfocused. “You know nothing.”
“Potter, back off.” Severus could only hope that he could get the young Potter to calm down. Potter just leaned closer but at least the power had lessened. He felt like he could breathe a little better. He straightened his posture on the sofa as best he could with the young vampire leaning down on him. “Potter.” He took a deep breath. “Harry, reign it in.” Severus watched as Potter closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. Severus winced.
Harry snapped his eyes open as he registered his mistake. The musky scent that made up Severus entered his senses along with the scent of the blood running beneath the pale skin. He had tasted it, knew that it was rich with flavor. He leaned closer and breathed again. Various smells entered his nose making his body hum. Fingers closed around his arms but he ignored them. He pressed closer to the warm body, seeking its warmth and its nourishment. Harry leaned even closer and the smell became stronger. He was nuzzling his Professors neck now still breathing deeply, subconsciously taking note of all the potion ingredients that Snape had been working with earlier in the evening. It was intoxicating. He wanted, needed to taste the smell that made his mouth water so. He ran his tongue slowly and softly over the pulse point, tasting the residue of potion fumes and sweat. Harry’s heart skipped a beat when his ears picked up the low groan that was released from the taunt throat. It made him shiver as no human could have heard it even if they were this close to the man.
Severus winced again as he registered the vibrations in his throat. Damnit. He was a grown man for Merlin’s sake. There should be no reason why his body should be reacting this way to Potter. A child even if he was technically 17 and legal. Severus stretched his neck further, attempting to get it away from Potter, or at least, that was what he told himself. There was the little voice that said he was doing it for other reasons entirely. Severus ignored it. There was another lick, this time it held more confidence, and Severus pushed at Potter’s arms. His efforts went unnoticed so he decided to try something else. Something he should have went for first thing.
Severus moved his hand and reached for his wand. Potter gave another, more forceful, lick and Severus froze as the boy moaned in his ear. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. There was no way he was enjoying this. His racing heart, quick breathes, and fluttery stomach said otherwise. One of Potter’s hands moved to tangle in his hair as a nose nuzzled behind his ear before he felt teeth graze against his pulse point. His eyes flew open in shock as he gave a full body shiver and he felt a twitch from below. He was so going to hell, and he was taking Black with him for obviously not feeding the boy tonight. Severus grasped his wand and had only just gotten it out of its holder when Potter shifted again. His body froze as he was rubbed against and the vampires own partial erection was felt. He swallowed thickly and cursed when the boy (he really had to stop calling Potter that given the circumstances) moved against him again, and before Severus could register that one hand had buried itself dark tresses, Potter bit down. Severus jerked. The hand that had been holding his wand clamped down on a firm thigh as he felt soft suckling motions at his neck. Suddenly, the unfocused power became focused, directly on him, making Severus’ breath catch and his heart stumble over its own beats. His eyelids fluttered shut and his body relaxed into the bite against his will.
Harry whimpered at the taste of the blood flowing over his tongue. He had thought it tasted good coming from the goblet, but tasting it directly from the vein was another matter altogether. The blood was rich, warm, and Harry used his fangs to open the puncture wounds even more. The increased flow made him moan and press into the warm body beneath his own cooled one. He felt the body shiver and press back with a moan of its own. He felt a tingle of magic within his mouth that spread through his body with each beat of his heart. Harry was in bliss but felt something was wrong at the same time. His instincts switched to a new direction in response to the magic on his tongue. Who was he feeding from? He had forgotten. Who are you? He felt the body jerk and a breath was released. Who are you? The body breathed again and this time Harry caught the name. “Severus.” Harry froze. His eyes opened in shock. He swallowed the last mouthful he had and wrenched himself away from his Potions Professor. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? Harry watched Sev…wait, it was Snape… blink like he had no idea where he was before he noticed the trail of blood running down the man’s neck beginning to soak into the white shirt. Harry winced. What had he just done? He jumped forward, barely avoiding the strike of his Professors hand, even though he deserved it, licked the blood away, which caused Sever…, Snape, to freeze again. Harry quickly licked the open wounds to heal them before running out of the room. He barely noticed himself change into his feline form as he ran through the castle. Now he had really screwed up. Now Severus would never be kind to him.
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