Bite ↠ Drarry

Twelve

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GOING TO HELL
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"I'm going to get wood for the fire," Harry spoke, looking back at Draco, "don't leave."

"It would be pointless to leave," Draco drawled, "you can pick up my scent wherever I go."

Harry bit his lip and looked away, he doesn't realize he's hiding his emotions. He's doing it unconsciously.

"Okay. I'll be back in an hour," Harry mumbled, closing the door behind him.

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When Harry came back, Draco was in the same position he was in when Harry had left; sitting at the small table and staring out the window; his eyes dull.

Harry sighed to himself and placed the logs next to the fire place, afterwards placing a bundle of food infront of Draco, "eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Come on, Draco. Don't be like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I acting odd to you, Vampire boy?" Draco asked, finally looking up at Harry, "maybe it's because, I don't know, you've been treating me like shit for something I had no control of? Infact, if I weren't with you, you would've ran in and gotten yourself killed alongside your parents."

"Shut up."

"Or, hey, maybe it's because you had the fucking audacity to hit me yesterday when I was about to tell you everything I know about my family so you could fucking slaughter--"

Draco's sentence was cut off by Harry, who grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt and pinned him against the wall, "Shut. Up."

"What're you going to do? Kill me? Because I mean, I'm pretty useless to you now. I've shared with you all that I know." Draco dead panned, "and really, there's no other way you can get me to shut up, because I'll just keep on telling you what you've done wrong. Maybe you'll eventually feel guilty, who knows--"

Draco's sentence was, once again, cut off. But this time it was by Harry pushing his lips into Draco's.
Harry felt Draco freeze at first, but he eventually kissed back, and the kiss quickly turning into a make out session, and becoming more and more heated by the second.

"You sound pretty quiet to me," Harry mumbled into the kiss, in which he received a simple "shut up." From Draco.

Harry slipped his hand up Draco's shirt, and eventually broke the kiss, only to begin kissing down Draco's neck, leaving tiny bite marks as he did -- but he never once bit hard enough to draw blood.

Draco gasped, moaning out a breathy "Harry," and Harry picked Draco up, causing the blond to wrap his legs around Harry's torso.

Harry moved his head to find Draco's lips once more whilst Draco tangled his fingers into Harry's curly locks.
Finally, Harry carried Draco towards the bed, never once breaking the kiss until he dropped Draco onto it, but he quickly crawled over the blond to reconnect their lips, whilst he unbuttoned Draco's shirt.

"You're still an asshole," Draco spoke inbetween kisses, hauling Harry's shirt over his head.

Harry chuckled into the kiss, and began trailing kisses down Draco's now bare chest, leaving bite marks as well, but once again being careful not to break the skin.

Draco's breath quickened the lower Harry got --  but Harry stopped once he reached Draco's jeans.
Harry crawled back up Draco, his face hovering just above the blonds, "are you sure you want to do this?"

Draco nodded quickly, his cheeks tinted red.

"Tell me if you want to stop and I'll stop," Harry promised, receiving another nod from Draco.

Harry placed another kiss onto Draco's lips, and that night, Draco Malfoy, the son of a vampire slayer, lost his virginity to a Vampire.

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a/n: I've literally never written smut in my life kmskmskmskmskms

Harry and Draco laid in a comfortable silence; their now naked limbs tangled with the others under the covers.
Harry had his arm wrapped securely around Draco, and Draco had his head laid against Harry's bare chest; the only audible sound being the crackling fire.

Draco began tracing his fingers lightly over Harry's many scars, before staring at his own scar left by the werewolf.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand with his free hand and planted a gentle kiss on the three scars, sensing Draco's insecurity.

"Scars are beautiful," Harry assured him, "I have plenty of them, and I'm still quite beautiful," he joked.

Draco let out a short laugh, "hm, I suppose you are." He hummed.

Harry grinned and pulled Draco closer to him, causing Draco to nuzzle his head in the crook of Harry's neck.

A short silence soon followed, but Harry broke it; "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "for being a dick."

Draco lifted himself up so he could look Harry in the eyes, "I know."

Harry sighed and ran his hand up and down Draco's back, "I should of apologized earlier... but, ah, vampires are prideful creatures."

Draco raised a brow, "please, if I were in your position I would of waited a week to apologize. I expected you to wait longer," he explained, "I would've understood, too. I mean, I understand why you did the things you did. You lost your parents and you didn't have anyone else to take it out on except for me."

"It still doesn't excuse my actions," Harry pointed out.

Draco sighed, "apology accepted, Potter."

Harry smirked and leaned up to peck Draco on the lips, before hauling Draco back down in his previous position; head on Harry's chest.

Draco once again traced his fingers over Harry's scars, before asking a question, "what did you mean when you said your mother cut your connection?" He asked hesitantly.

There was a pause of silence before Harry replied, "vampire dens have a sort of... telepathic connection. Usually the head of the house holds the connection. In most cases the head of the house is the mother, and if there's no parents, which is rare in itself, the eldest would hold the connection," Harry explained, "The head vampire can sever the connection with anyone in their den whenever they want. Usually when a vampire betrays their den, their connection is severed. Which is why I panicked at first.

"But vampires began severing the connection before they died, because rumours have been going around that humans have found a way to tap into the vampires minds and find out who and where the rest of the den is. I'm not so sure how true that is, though."

Draco nodded slowly, "Oh."

"Yeah."

They settled into another silence.
And that night, Draco had decided that Vampires weren't the monsters hiding under your beds, or the monsters that deserved to die. No, instead, the shocking and horrifying truth was revealed; Humans are the monsters. And Draco was human, after all.