Love For Blood

Chapter Eight

Slughorn dismissed the class, and Draco made his way to the restroom. When he got there Harry was waiting, running his hand through his wild hair. He looked up at the sound of footsteps. When he realized it was Draco, a smile brandished his face.

"You came. Thanks," Harry's smile faded.

"What did you need, Potter?" Draco asked and tilted his head. Harry sighed and pulled out his wand.

"Parva conscidisti," Harry whispered, pointing his wand at his wrist. A thin cut appeared, and blood began to surface. Draco hissed and backed against the wall. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco. He stepped forward until he had one knee in between Draco's legs and was pressed against Draco.

"Harry...what are you doing?" Draco whispered, shaking his head. Harry looked between Draco's silver eyes that had small specks of red. He put his wrist up to Draco's mouth. Draco looked at Harry in defeat, and Harry simply nodded. Draco licked the ebbing blood from the cut before burying his fangs in the soft tan skin. Harry gasped at the sudden rush. Draco didn't take as much blood as he had the first time and released his teeth from Harry's skin. Harry stepped back and smiled.

"It wasn't a dream," Harry said in a soft voice. "But I'm a werewolf, isn't it taboo to drink from us?"

"Well, for vampires it is. Not for me," Draco sighed. He couldn't believe he was gonna tell Potter of all people this.

"Wait, if you're not a vampire, then what are you?" Harry tilted his head and Draco frowned.

"I am a vampire but I'm something else too. I'm a mixed breed." Draco replied softly. Harry gasped quietly.

"I-I thought that was impossible...how?" Harry whispered stepping closer to Draco.

"When a vampire and a veela have a child, there is a 10% chance the blood infuses and makes the creature blood active. Most haven't heard of us because it's rare we survive. We can't drink just any blood; we have to drink from-"

"Werewolves," Harry finished for him. Draco nodded. Harry looked like he was in thought; his emerald eyes focused. He looked up with a smile. "You can drink from me. I'll supply you with blood."

"Harry- you don't have to-" Draco started.

"Yes, I do! Or you'll die!" Harry cut him off swiftly. "How much blood will you need?"

"I need to drink once a month at a minimum. A small drink a week should do well though." Draco resigned.

"Then... how about we set up a day every week to 'study.' I'll just say you're tutoring me in potions," Harry smiled.

"Only if I can actually tutor you, because, let's be honest, you're trash at potions," Draco chuckled as Harry slapped his arm.

"That's rude! I'm mean, at least, unlike Seamus', mine don't explode!" Harry giggled.

"True! He destined to be a bomb expert, I swear!" Draco laughed. Once they settled down Harry smiled.

"Well, I'll owl you the day I choose, 'kay?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.

"Just not Tuesday or Thursday, quidditch practice," Draco smiled.

"Okay!" Harry said as he darted out of the bathroom toward his next class, leaving behind a very confused but happy Draco. He shook his head with a sigh. 'Of course, it just had to be Potter.'

~Meanwhile/Bonus~

Hermione walked into room 202, closing and locking the door behind her. She looked around the abandoned classroom.

"Pansy?" Hermione called out in question. The silence resumed. Hermione sighed sadly.

"Boo," Pansy whispered in Hermione's ear but before Hermione could yell a random fact, Pansy pushed Hermione onto a big pillow that was on the ground. Hermione released a startled 'ahh.' When she landed Pansy gave her a soft kiss.

"Hey," Pansy smiled after pulling away, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Hermione's ear.

"Hey. You scared me really bad," Hermione smiled softly.

"Well, it wouldn't be any fun if I didn't surprise you a little bit!" Pansy smirked, leaving a small kiss on 'Mione's neck.

"That tickles!" Hermione giggled, a genuinely bright smile on her face. Pansy smiled and kissed her on the lips again, unable to resist that gorgeous smile.

"You know Hermione, you need something spontaneous in your life. Something you can't read about in a book or predict with logic. I would love to be that thing," Pansy grinned.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. Pansy nodded with a goofy smile. Hermione smiled even brighter somehow, pulling Pansy into another kiss. "Of course, Pansy! I'd love that!"

"Good, because I packed sandwiches for my girlfriend, and it would be a shame if you didn't get to eat them by not fitting that title," Pansy said with a smile, getting off of Hermione and grabbing the basket off to her side. Hermione smiled and sat up. Pansy handed Hermione a turkey sandwich.

"Oh my Merlin! Is this turkey? How did you know it was my favorite?" Hermione gasped.

"That's what you packed on the train. You practically moaned with every bite," Pansy chuckled. Hermione shook her head with a grin and gave Pansy another peck.

"Thank you, Pansy," Hermione grinned, and they finished their indoor picnic.