slytherin boys react - II

draco malfoy: as a vampire

you storm into his room one night, a mix of frustration and hurt fueling your stride. "why have you been avoiding me?" you demand, arms crossed over your chest as you face him. he looks up from where he stands by the window, his expression a mix of guilt and anxiety.

he sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "i... i haven't been avoiding you," he protests weakly, the lie evident in his voice.

you give him an unamused glare, narrowing your eyes. "don't lie to me, draco. i've barely seen you all week. what's going on?" you press, taking a step closer to him. he averts his gaze, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

the silence stretches between you, thick with tension. finally, he meets your eyes, his gaze dark and conflicted. "i... i can't be near you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "not without... wanting to taste you."

your breath hitches at his confession, a shiver of both fear and excitement coursing through you. you step closer, your eyes locked on his face. "then taste me," you say, your voice soft but firm.

his eyes widen in surprise at your words, desire and concern warring on his face. "you don't know what you're asking," he protests, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "i could hurt you."

you take another step, closing the distance further. "i know what i'm asking," you assure him, your voice steady. "i want you to bite me." his eyes darken, his breathing growing ragged.

he tries to resist, his self-control fraying. "i can't... i can't control myself around you," he whispers, his eyes flicking to your neck, where your pulse beats steadily beneath your skin.

you see the struggle in him, his primal instincts battling his need to protect you. gently, you cup his face in your hands. "i trust you," you say quietly. "i know you won't hurt me. just... give in."

his resolve crumbles at your words, the last threads of self-control snapping. he closes the remaining distance between you, his body pressing against yours. his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer as he inhales deeply, his nose buried in your neck.

"you smell so good," he murmurs, his voice a low growl against your skin. "so sweet..." his lips brush your neck, his tongue darting out to taste you. his fangs graze your skin, sending a thrill of danger and desire through you.

he kisses and nips at your neck, his fangs grazing just enough to tease but not break the skin. "i want to taste you so badly," he whispers, his voice thick with need. "you have no idea how hard it's been to stay away." his lips trail up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i dream about this every night, about biting you, tasting your blood..."

"do it," you murmur, your own desire intensifying. one hand moves to the back of his head, gently coaxing him closer. "bite me," you breathe, tilting your head to give him better access.

he lets out a low moan at your words, his fingers digging into your hips. "you're going to be the death of me," he mutters, his breath hitching. "but if you're sure..." his fangs graze your skin again, this time applying just enough pressure to prick the surface. a tiny drop of blood wells up, and he laps at it with his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

when he opens his eyes again, they're blown wide, pupils dark with a mix of desire and bloodlust. "you taste even better than i imagined," he breathes, licking the small wound on your neck. "like heaven and sin all wrapped into one."