slytherin boys react

draco malfoy: you being a vampire and biting them for the first time

he's studying alongside you when suddenly he gets a small papercut, a tiny bead of blood forming on his finger. he didn't even flinch, and without thinking, he holds up his finger toward you, casually offering his finger for you to clean. "here," he says, gesturing toward his wounded finger.

you could feel your thirst stirring within you as you gazed at the small wound, the sight of blood sending your instincts reeling. but trying to maintain your composure, you take his hand and bring his finger closer to your mouth, gently cleaning the bead of blood away with your tongue.

he watches you cautiously, a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes as you tend to his wound. he's well aware of your thirst, but he also trusts you enough to let you near his blood. "does it... taste good?" he asks softly, breaking the silence as he watches you clean the blood from his finger.

you pause for a moment, your tongue still against his finger as you consider his question. the taste of is indeed satisfying, but you don't want to make him uncomfortable. so you gently pull his finger from your mouth and look up at him, giving a small nod. "it does," you admit quietly, meeting his gaze.

he carefully pulls his finger back, taking a moment to examine the now clean cut before speaking again. "do you want more?" he can't help but ask, his curiosity getting the better of him.

seeing the genuine interest in his eyes, you can't help but feel a little confident and you give a small nod. "yes," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

he leans back in his chair and points to his neck, offering it to you like it's the most natural thing in the world. there's a casual easiness in his gesture, as if he doesn't expect it to hurt at all.

"are you sure?" you ask, your eyes locked on his neck.

he gives a shrug, still looking unconcerned as if he's offering you a sip of water instead of his own blood. "yeah, why not? it's just a little bite." he says, pretending to be oblivious to the effect his attitude is having on you.

you're not sure if he fully understands what he's offering. "it won't hurt?" you ask, trying to keep yourself from jumping at his neck this very moment.

he lets out a soft laugh at your question, clearly underestimating the situation. "it shouldn't," he responds, still looking at you with that smug smile. "i doubt it would hurt any more than a mosquito bite."

you can't believe he actually thinks it would be comparable to a mosquito bite, but you don't correct him. after all, he's the one offering, and you're not going to pass up this opportunity. without wasting any more time, you lean down and take a bite, sinking your teeth into his neck.

his body jolts slightly and he lets out a gasp as your teeth sink into his skin, the sensation different from what he was expecting.

he doesn't even give you time to savor the taste before he reaches up and gently tugs on your hair, signaling you to detach. as you pull back, you hear his breath coming out in small gasps, and even through the haze of your thirst you can tell he's not enjoying the experience as much as he thought he would. "merlin- that... actually hurts more than i thought," he admits, his voice a little shaky.

he winces slightly, clearly feeling the pain from the bite, but there's also a strange eagerness in his eyes. "maybe somewhere else would be better..." he suggests, his voice a little hoarse.

he points to his forearm, offering it up for you to bite again. he's trying to hide it, but you can tell there's a part of him that wants to continue, even though it's clear that the bite on his neck hurt a lot more than he expected. "try this spot," he says, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his bare forearm. "it might hurt less."

you can't help but feel a little uneasy as he points to a new spot, especially now that you're aware of how much he's hurting. "are you sure?" you ask, but he just nods, his eyes locked on you, silently encouraging you to continue.

you take a deep breath, your thirst still raging inside you, and you lean in even closer. you pierce his skin once more, sinking your teeth into his forearm.

he gasps again at the pain of the bite, his body tensing beneath you. his hand comes up again and grips your hair, ready to pull you off if it gets too much for him.

you don't stay latched onto him for too long, knowing that the longer you stay, the more pain you're causing him. you quickly detach your teeth and lean back, looking at him intently, gauging his reaction.

his face is pinched in pain, his body still tense from the bite. "good?" he asks, panting softly. he still looks a bit bewildered by the whole situation, his hand rubbing at the bite mark on his forearm absentmindedly. "that... definitely didn't feel as i thought it would." he admits, looking a bit sheepish. "but it wasn't... terrible."