Trigger warning cause blood, Vampire Harry Potter, feeding, smut, mind break, dub-con sex degrading names, Hogwarts Eighth Year, enjoy!
It's dark, so be warned. Don't read if you can't stand it.
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Being turned into a vampire by a rogue motherfucker was not something Harry had planned after the war.
Salivating after Draco fucking Malfoy's sweet aphrodisiac blood was also not the part of the plan either.
But here he was, still.
It's been days since he last fed off from an animal. He felt guilty for taking some of his friend's blood, with their consent thankfully and most of their blood felt like poison churning in his stomach. He was on the verge of starvation and he was losing his mind. Fast.
Animal blood was fine for him at first when he was newly turned but months passed by and he started to crave fresh human's blood. He fought off the urge to drink from a living person and instead drank from a blood bank supplier. No one knew about his change. They thought he was getting pale because he didn't eat much and the fact that he had gained height with sharpened vision was because of 'late puberty'.
Now that he had come to Hogwarts, the only blood that seemed appealing to him was Draco Malfoy's.
Though he didn't tell his friends about it and just let himself starve. He'd rather die than having to suck on Malfoy's pure ancient blood.
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Harry leaned against the wall by the empty corridor with a pained expression. His fangs were out and about, visible to anyone who looked at him if they happened to pass by. Whimpering, he knelt to the ground as his stomach churned painfully. Suddenly, he smelt the delicious scent of blood as soon as it appeared. "Fuck," he whispered.
"Potter?"
Harry kept his head between his legs, trying to keep his mind sane before he attacked the blond and get himself expelled because of it. "Stay away from me," he unintentionally growled but didn't look up. From his sharp hearing, Draco's footsteps haltered before stopping altogether. He figured Malfoy must've flinched slightly at his tone and he felt slightly guilty for snapping.
"What's wrong with you? Are you alright? Should I get you to Madam Pomfrey?"
The black-haired tried to fight it off but the urge to bite, sinking his teeth into Malfoy's pale unblemished skin was too high. "Please, just leave me alone, Malfoy. I'm fine," he gruffed.
Bite him.
Bite him.
Bite him!
Whining, he bit his arm hard. Blood splattered all over his lips and his clothes, dripping onto the floor. Malfoy blinked in shock, hurrying towards him. "Potter!" he shouted in panic. His scent was overwhelming to Harry as he squatted in front of him but the Gryffindor couldn't do that to Malfoy. Not with their still new and fragile friendship. Drinking from him meant he couldn't drink from anyone else. He had to only depend on Malfoy to provide him.
He unlatched his teeth from his arm, whimpering in pain. Everything felt scorching to Harry, burning away his blood, pulsing. His green eyes changed to blood red as he growled deep in his chest. "P-Potter, you're..." Malfoy stared at the sharp fangs and the colour of his eyes. "Y-You're a vampire," he whispered, horrified. "W-Why? H-How?"
"R-Rogue vampire," he hissed as his skin started to heal itself, stitching back the way it was before, leaving no scar. "I-I killed him as soon as I drank him dry."
