Vampire's Saliva (Drarry Smutshot)

1st And Last Chapter.

3rd Person Point Of View.

Draco Malfoy was young - too young when he was turned into a Vampire.
At the young age of fourteen, (He is age eighteen now.) he was bitten in the Forbidden Forest at exactly 12:42 AM - A small wolf with bright crimson eyes bit him on the ankle. The young Slytherin yelped and kicked the wolf away.

Draco didn't know the half of it.

He was somewhat normal after the bite, except for his canine teeth being slightly larger, longer, and pointer. It took him a while to get used to the feeling of eating and talking. He especially got good at hiding his fangs - leaving only him with the knowledge that he is a Vampire. Well, not only him. Professor Snape knew as well and vowed to not tell a soul. Snape tried, and tried to make or find a potion that would cure Draco, but had no luck. He did, however - come up with helpful potions that would help Draco live a mostly ordinary life such as, a potion that would let him survive in sunlight, and an ex-temptation potion to help relieve the urge to sink his teeth into every single neck in Hogwarts.

He read up on Vampires and learned very interesting things about them, such as, they can reach the maximum speed of 110 MPH, they can jump ten feet, supernatural strength, night vision, and... their saliva can heal and take the pain away from any wound.

And it can sexually arouse anyone who comes in contact with it.

It's usually used on the Vampire's human prey so that they're bite won't hurt, but would be replaced with pleasure.

Draco bit a total of one-hundred and fifteen people since he was turned. He bit nobody at Hogwarts, but he did bite muggles wandering the alleyways during breaks where they got to go home. Needless to say, his saliva helped a ton.

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(Draco 1st Person Point Of View)

December 2nd, 1999
Eighth Year

Draco awoke from his twenty-minute catnap at 8 AM in his dormitory. It was difficult for him to fall asleep. His dorm mates were already off enjoying their breakfast. 'Fucking Blaise.' Draco thought. 'The least he could do was wake me up for breakfast.' The Slytherin sluggishly got out of bed, drank his potions, and changed into his Hogwarts attire. He rushed to the Great Hall at an inhuman speed and slowed down when he started to see people.

Pansy waved and motioned for him to come and sit with them and he complied. Blaise was also there.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up when you woke up?" Draco questioned.

Blaise shrugged. "Don't know, I guess I didn't want to," Blaise said with a smirk.

"Dick," The blond scowled and got some food on my plate.

This is how every day in 8th year went. You'd figure nobody would want to attend Hogwarts for an 8th year but surprise, surprise, everyone, and I mean everyone, except for the people who passed, of course, returned. Even the Golden Boy and his idiot friends.'

Everybody except Draco was chatting, and he was content with that. He didn't really have anything to talk about at this moment-

"Hey, Draco? How was your summer?" Pansy asked. 'Shit. Well, I can't just tell her I've been biting muggles.'

"It was alright. Mother is still mourning my father but I think she is getting better,"

"Aw, that's good," Pansy said with a smile. Draco nodded and returned to eating.

Pansy and Blaise were deep in conversation when his eyes were wandering the Great Hall, looking for people that were in the Wizarding War. The blond found many people, including Harry Potter, who was enjoying his meal with his friends. His eyes landed on the boy's extremely messy hair. 'Oh, sweet Merlin,' Draco thought. Sometimes he just wanted to fix the boy's hair by himself so that it would stop ticking him off.