Be my vampentine, charmed310

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Title: A Stirring of Blood
Author/artist: ?????
Gift for: charmed310
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Warnings: A bit of frottage and some blood play (obviously?)
Disclaimer: HP characters all belong to JKR
Summary: Draco finds himself dealing with a Harry Potter that is...not quite himself.
Author's notes: This was quite fun to write. Hope you enjoy, and Happy Valentine's Day!
Original request: "Why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for this mattress, love?" and/or "What would happen if we kissed?"

Prologue: January 12

The night felt thick on his skin, unnaturally warm and a bit muggy. He brushed a piece of damp hair off of his face and checked his watch. He was supposed to meet his contact here at 1200 hours and it was now at least a quarter past. He sighed and adjusted his stance once again.

Finally he heard footsteps approaching from the left. He turned to reprimand the man for being late and never saw the stunning spell sent his way.

Part I: February 12

Draco rubbed his eyes and put a final piece of paper onto one of the many piles on his desk.

"Finally, finished." He yawned and then moved to sit up, stretching his arms in the air. "Bloody bastards think they can just leave this paperwork until the last minute and good old Malfoy will do it."

Since Harry Potter's mysterious disappearance a month ago the ministry had been up in arms. They'd been sending in teams left and right searching for the defeater of Lord Voldemort and as a result Draco had been stuck with three times as much paperwork to be filled out and not even a raise to show for it.

"Bloody Potter, causing me trouble even when you're not around." Draco grabbed his jacket and with a final cursory glance around the room headed out the door. He and Potter were in the same department at the ministry, the Department of Magical Defense. Though they were no longer enemies, Draco always felt an uncomfortable amount of tension when Potter was around. Now, however, he was beginning to think maybe even that would be preferable to doing enough work for at least two people by himself.

He exited out through the phone booth after a final nod to the night watchman and headed down the street. Draco shivered as a breeze blew by and clutched his jacket a little tighter around himself.

"It's fucking freezing out." He mumbled.

"Is it?" a voice echoed down an alley to Draco's right, startling him. "I haven't been able to tell."

"What the...who's there?" he scrunched his face as he peered down the alley, reaching for his wand.

"I don't know. I can't remember." Came the voice, husky and strangely familiar.

"Lovely, just what I need, a bloody obliviate case. Well, come out then and I'll see what I can do."

A shadow emerged from the alley, bright green eyes, almost catlike, glistening from the dark. Draco gasped.

"Po...Potter??" his eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"I...I think I know you. " Potter finally stood about a foot from him. "I recognize this smell." He said, gazing at Draco thoughtfully. "You're safe."

"Don't speak too soon, Potter, I've been doing your work for the last month, you wouldn't believe the violent feelings I'm having for you right now. Where the hell have you been?"

"I don't know. I woke up here a week ago. I haven't left...I didn't...it didn't feel safe. There were so many people and they didn't smell safe like you." Potter took a step towards Draco, who raised his eyebrows slightly at this second weird reference to smells. "But you I know."

Potter smiled then and Draco gasped. Two small white fangs protruded from Potter's upper lip. He stepped even closer to Draco now, nearly nose-to-nose, and inhaled.

"You smell perfect." He whispered and ducked his head slightly to nuzzle into Draco's neck.

"Wait, wait, Potter!" Draco frantically tried to push Potter back. Potter met his gaze with a confused one of his own.

"Why?" His eyes bore into Draco's.

"Because you'll kill me, you blithering idiot, or turn me or something! I'm not your dinner. And besides, I've heard that vampire bites are..." and then Draco felt himself flush and tried to hide it in his coat lapels. Potter just looked amused.

"Vampire bites are what?" He prodded and leaned in again towards Draco.

"Erotic!" Draco tried to keep his voice low and gruff sounding but it still came out sounding harried. "I'd rather not be...sucked on by a relative stranger!"

"But you know me..." Potter growled in his ear, brushing his lips against it and letting his breath tickle the side of Draco's face. Draco felt himself begin to grow hard and frantically tried to fix the situation before it spun way out of control. Potter had obviously gone crazy. Apparently, crazy did it for Draco.

"Potter, we've never so much as had a decent conversation. You don't even like me...hell, I'm not so fond of you either." Draco glared.

"A conversation...hmm. Tell me...what would happen if we...talked?" Potter raised an eyebrow at him before moving close enough that Draco could feel his breath against his lips. "What would happen if we kissed?" He whispered.

Draco was preparing to explain the catastrophic consequences of such an act when Potter pressed his lips against his own. Draco froze, and then felt himself melt into Potter's arms. It felt like all of his resistance was gone. Why wasn't this a good idea, again?

Potter began to kiss down the side of Draco's neck. Draco was gripping Potters shirt when he felt a slight scraping on his skin. Oh, yeah...that's why.

"Potter, wait, wait!" Draco tried again to escape from Potter's clutches. Potter pulled back again.

"What now?" he purred in Draco's ear, "this is right, you and I. Can't you feel it? Can't you smell it?" He nuzzled his face in Draco's hair.

"Potter, I don't know exactly what's going on here, but I most certainly know ending my life as your meal is not exactly the direction I plan on taking tonight. And you obviously need help. Come on, we'll take you to St. Mungo's, they'll tell us what to do." Draco went to move out of Potter's embrace but steel strong arms held him fast.

"But there isn't anything wrong with me, can't you see? This is what I'm here for. It's what you're here for. We'll be together forever." Potter's eyes glimmered in the streetlight and Draco shivered in spite of himself.

"We won't be together for any period of time at all if you suck the life out of me, prat." He spat out, exasperated and turned on and annoyed about both. "Oh, for god's sake...ok, if you go to the hospital with me now, I won't make you leave later. Ok? So let's go." Potter finally loosened his hold on Draco's waist and captured his hand instead, obviously intent on not loosing all contact.

"This is ridiculous." Draco mumbled as he tried to hail a cab with his free hand.

It took another twenty minutes before Draco and Potter entered St. Mungo's emergency room hand in hand, garnering more then their fair share of curious looks. The clerk at the front desk took one look at them and immediately recognized Potter.

"Oh, Mr. Potter! What can we do for you?" she fawned and Draco rolled his eyes. Potter gave no indication he'd even heard the woman and was instead investigating Draco's rigid form, his hands occasionally wandering over Draco's hips or chest.

"Mr. Potter," he sniped, "seems to have developed a severe case of vampirism and a penchant for groping tall, blond, and admittedly attractive men. Perhaps something can be done..." he motioned for the clerk to call one of the healers.

"Oh, my!" she said and picked up the phone. Within moments, they had been relocated into a private room on the third floor. A healer checked Potter over and he was cooperative with them in all except his absolute refusal to let go of Draco.

"Just what exactly is going on here, ma'am? I don't know much about the vampiric condition, true, but I was unaware that constant human contact like this was in any way common." Draco questioned once she was done checking over Potter.

"You're quite right, Mr. Malfoy. I've never seen anything quite like this. In all the recorded cases I've read about, vampires are nonspecific about their food sources aside from personal choice. Mr. Potter, however, seems to have fixated on you."

"You don't say." Draco mumbled under his breath.

"As such," she said, looking up at him reproachfully, "I'm afraid you really shouldn't be separated until we understand Mr. Potter's...situation."

"Perfect...that's just what I needed. Do you mind informing me of what I should do about his newfound penchant for drinking my blood?"

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, in small amounts, it shouldn't be too harmful," she stated matter-of-factly. She turned to address Potter. "Mr. Potter, in the case that Mr. Malfoy agrees to donate blood to you, can you say in full confidence that he will remain unharmed and in good health?" Potter, who had been following the conversation with his arms wrapped around Draco's waist, turned to face the healer.

"I'd never hurt Draco," he said seriously. "I love him, of course I'd never harm him. He's mine," he said proudly. Draco's eyes bulged out of his head.

"Potter, what in god's name are you talking about!?" Draco attempted once again to get out of Potter's grasp, "We barely know each other. Of course you don't love me. What are you on about?"

Potter just smiled at him affectionately. "But I've always loved you."

"Potter, you can't even remember past last week." Draco said.

"Always." Potter replied confidently.

They made plans for another appointment three nights later and then left. On the way back to Draco's apartment (he didn't even know where Potter's was and no doubt would be unable to get in regardless) Potter didn't let go of Draco at all. When they finally arrived Draco was both exhausted and uncomfortably turned on.

"Home sweet home, Potter," he said as he swung open the door to the room, "You'll need to let go of me so I can take off my coat." Potter seemed to take this as inspiration and slid his hands up Draco's chest slowly, letting his nails graze over his shirt before they moved over his shoulders to push his jacket off onto the floor. Draco allowed this, unsure of how exactly to react to this or the fact that sooner or later (and probably sooner) Potter was going to latch onto his neck and in all likelihood suck an orgasm from him.

"Look, Potter, I obviously have no choice in this but if you kill me I swear..." he finally started.

"What do you mean, no choice? You want this. I can smell it," his hand suddenly gripped Draco's arousal and he squeezed. Draco gasped. "I can feel it," he whispered. "Give in to me," Potter eyes met his and Draco felt his last bit of resistance wash away in the flood of green.

"When you remember who you are Potter, who I am...I hope you don't regret this," Draco said as he leaned closer to Potter's lips.

"I will never regret this," Potter said with finality and pressed their lips together. He kissed slowly at first, short open mouthed kisses that had Draco gripping his shirt with one hand and running fingers through Harry's hair with the other, trying to pull him closer.

"Harry..." he sighed into the soft lips so intent on tearing his world apart. Harry pulled back, his eyes sparkling with lust.

"I want you," he said, letting his eyes run the length of Draco hungrily.

"In here, Po-Harry. If we're really going to do this, we may as well do it right." He led Harry into his bedroom and pulled him over until the backs of his knees were touching the bed. Harry started stripping Draco of his shirt, placing those damned open mouthed kisses all over his chest until he felt dizzy with arousal. Draco returned the favor and soon they both stood in nothing but boxers.

"I've wanted this for so long," Harry breathed out.

"Yeah...me, too," Draco finally admitted. Harry smiled then, and the bared fangs might have disturbed Draco if he weren't so unbelievably turned on by the whole situation.

"I know," Harry said and then slid Draco's boxers down, followed by his own. They both stood nude, eyes taking in the form of their soon to be lovers. Finally Harry closed the distance between them, pushing Draco onto his back on the bed and draping his body over him. The kisses started again but this time they lasted only a moment before Harry slid his tongue into Draco's mouth, deepening the kiss into something far more erotic.

Draco felt himself being taken over and gave in to the connection that was pulling him closer to this gorgeous exasperating man above him. Draco didn't know exactly how long they kissed before Harry began to lick his way down his neck. His pulse was racing with a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation. He finally felt the tips of Harry's fangs scrape against his skin and then a sharp jab before he was thrown into a spiral of feeling he had no proper way to describe.

Waves of ecstasy flowed through him and he heard Harry moan into his neck, felt him grinding against him. Draco felt at once that it was too much and not enough, he wanted lips pressed against his own and at the same time he thought if this feeling stopped he might just die.

It didn't take long before Draco felt himself coming explosively. Harry came only a few moments later and Draco wondered briefly if he tasted different when he came before he blacked out and stopped thinking at all.

Part II: February 13

Draco didn't wake up until almost two. He felt groggy and vaguely like he was being weighed down by a ton of hot bricks. He cracked open his eyelids to find out that it was not, in fact, bricks but one Harry Potter whose leech-like traits seemed to go beyond just bloodsucking. It took him a good fifteen or so minutes to escape Potter's grip of death. He dragged himself into the kitchen and made a pot of tea. Just what had he gotten himself into, here?

The day passed quickly and by the time sundown was coming around again Draco still didn't know exactly what to do about the vampire sleeping in his bed. Soon enough he heard footsteps and tensed as he turned to see Harry lean against the doorframe of the living room.

"Malfoy," he said, examining Draco with a confused look. Draco sighed. Here it was. Potter would tell him he had remembered everything and sorry but he'd just be going to find some person other then his old enemy to suck on, thank you. Harry, however, seemed to have missed the memo and instead came and sat next to Draco on the couch. He put his head in his hands.

"What's going on?" he lifted his head to look at Draco again and he felt a cringe at the confusion eminent on his face.

"Potter...Harry, what do you remember?" he asked.

"I had a contact to meet and I was waiting on a street corner and then...nothing," Potter's face suddenly turned bright red, "and, uh...I think I remember us...um, did we...?" his voice trailed off, even more uncertain now. Draco thought the answering flush in his cheeks should be enough of an answer, but still replied.

"Yeah, we did. I found you in an alley last night. You were going on about me and smells and...Harry, do you know what you are?"

Harry ran a hand through his hair.

"Shit," he said, touching the teeth that were beginning to protract in his mouth, "I'm a fucking vampire!" His breathing started to speed up and Draco realized he was just moments from hyperventilating.

"Potter...Harry, breath, damnit!" Draco pulled Harry in, taking his hands and looking into his eyes. "Harry, it's ok. All right? You'll be fine, we're going to figure this out."

Harry breathing leveled out slowly and after a moment he was looking at Draco again with that questioning look.

"Malfoy..." he started.

"Oh, for god's sake, call me Draco, we've certainly been through enough by now." Potter flushed a little again at the reminder and then bravely continued on.

"Draco, then...why are you ok with this? I mean, we've never been friends. And I admit I've had something of a, uh, a crush on you for a while now," here he flushed again, "but you don't have any reason to help me. So why are you doing this?"

It was Draco's turn to feel uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and decided to hell with it, fortified by Harry's own confession.

"Honestly? Potter, I've been fantasizing about you since our sixth year when you were following me around like a madman. And anyway, what was I supposed to do, leave the savior of the wizarding world in an alley somewhere? Really, don't be an idiot," he finished, but Potter was smiling so blindingly after his first sentence Draco doubted he'd even heard the rest of it.

"Really?" Harry said, looking much more sure of himself now. "That long, eh? So tell me," he said, leaning over slowly to lessen the distance between them, "what exactly did you fantasize about?"

Draco smirked as the clock struck twelve.

"Would you like to find out?"

"Hell yes." Harry's answering smirk was filled with mischief and the acceptance of this new, strange path his life seemed to be taking.

"Then come on," Draco pulled Harry up by the hand to lead him to his bedroom. "Oh, and Potter?" he said.

"Yeah?"

Draco leaned in and pressed a slow, promising kiss against Harry's lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

And it was.