Back from the tomb!

This always happens - I never seem to get around to finishing stories. But, I keep trying...

Here you go, new chapter (Feel free to give virtual punches in the name of 'Why-the-hell-didn't-you-update-sooner!')

Warning: gets a bit sensual in this chapter...

One of Harry's hands was on the small of her back, the other holding her hand. He swung the petite blonde girl around to the music as she smiled a small smile at him. Depositing her on the side of the danceing ring, he swpet up an amber-haired girl with dark-eyes and proceded to sweep her about the dance floor. Groups of girls giggled behind their hands, looking over at him every once in a while, hoping they'd be the next.

And Harry was just getting into the swing of it. Lestat had dressed him up in a white button-up and a black tailed coat, with black slacks and shoes. He was smiling and laughing and playing the part of the de Lioncourt heir. Four days into the holidays and for once in his life he was really having selfish fun.

Draco's POV

Draco stood next to a wall, entertaining a moderate group around him.

"And guess what? I was right, he couldn't!"

The crowd laughed at his punchline. There was a lull in the conversation and two of the girls started gossiping.

"Have you all seen that new boy?"

"He is just dreamy."

"I hope he asks me to dance."

"Whose this 'new boy'?"

But Draco's answer didn't come from anyone in the group. A voice in his ear said in draping tones.

"That, would be me."

While dancing, Harry's hearing had picked up and Malfoy talking. Acting on an unknown compulsion, Harry, deposited his date and sauntered over to Malfoy's mob. When he heard Malfoy's question, the invitation proved to good to resist. He stood right behind Malfoy and spoke into his ear.

"That, would be me."

Malfoy jumped, then swung around to face him. An odd mixture of fear and hopelessness crossed his features. Harry swung his gaze around the circle.

"Good evening."

Greetings (some of them slightly flirtatious) echoed back to him.

"Hope you don't mind, but I hoped to flit Malfoy around the dance floor, if he could be spared?"

Though the group was already nodding in agreement, bowled over by his charms, a panicky look was running Malfoy's face. Harry took his hand and forced him to the dancefloor. A girl called out to him.

"Harold de Lioncourt, I do hope it's my hand you take next!"

Harry laughed to her, making her feel wanted, before swing Malofy into the crowd.

Draco's POV

No.

No way.

No way in hell.

The one person, the one creature, he had gone home to get away from had found him. And was dancing with him, or more accrutely, forceing him to dance.

How had Potter gotten invited to something like this anyway? Now way could Potter have ever...

But what was that that girl had called him? Harold de Lioncourt. Such an upstanding sounding name, it sounded... rich. Pure-blooded. Proper.

And wasn't that the name Potter had called himself that day in Knockturn Alley? Perhaps the other vampire had been invited and had decided to bring his fledging.

Not that that explained why the hell Potter was dancing with him.

"Potter, what do you think you're doing?"

"Dancing. Can't you tell?" He had a playful smile on his mouth but it wasn't fooling Draco.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"What are you doing," He fished around for the right question. "To me."

If Draco had had time to consider that statement, he may have realised that he probably should've said 'with me' instead of 'to me'. Potter leaned into his ear and whispered in reply.

"Whatever, the hell, I want."

Draco couldn't help but shiver at the open-ended words. He looked around, trying to find a good excuse to break away, only to find that Potter had navigated them to a part of the dance floor that bore an abandoned feel to it and was rather secluded.

Somewhere were Potter could do 'whatever the hell he wants'. Draco felt his fear kick in and started to perspire.

He snapped his gaze to Potter's, only to reach a hungry look that didn't quite reach his face.

"Whatever, the hell, I want." Harry had said it out of slightly aggressive playfulness. He had only swung Malfoy out here to unsettle him, to have a bit of fun at his expense and to get a bit of schadenfreude.

But then Malfoy started to look around, exposing his neck dangerously. Harry had been smelling him sweat as they'd drifted through the dancing crowd, but had managed to hold back. After all, it didn't matter who one was danceing with, both were bound to sweat. But as Malfoy looked around he started to perspire even more and Harry was finding it a bit harder to ignore.

He stole a quick glance himself and realised that if they slipped out of the danceing throng, they would be rather... secluded.

Harry concentrated on Malfoy again, who happened to right at that moment turn to look behind him. A tiny drop of sweat slipped down his neck and under his collar and Harry eyed, wishing it was red. Unconciously, his lips parted and his fangs readied themselves. He was panting.

Not so far gone as to not tell what was happening around him, Harry realised Malfoy was staring at him. Those stormy orbs wrought with fear of death. He rasied his own emeralds to stare eye to eye. Malfoys eyes slipped in the direction of his neck before sliding back up to Harry. Harry, keeping his grip on Malfoy, slipped back out of the dancers and into the little secluded area. He twirled Malfoy around before takeing his shoulders and shoving him up against a wall.

"Get off me Potter." Malfoy hissed through his teeth.

Harry moved closer, pressing his chest against Malfoys and recieveing a barely audible gasp in return. He moved his hands down from Malfoy's shoulders to hold his elbows.

"G-get off me, P-potter." Harry could hear and feel the mortals laboured breath.

Harry moved his legs against Malfoys brought their pelivs' together, this time rewarded with a shaky but much more audible gasp.

He turned his head to the left and moved towards Malfoys neck.

Draco's POV

Draco saw Potter starting to go for his neck and (literally) fought for his life. He struggled against the vampire but of course it was in vain, Potter just tightened his grip.

"No, no, get OFF!"

He felt Potter's lips and fangs against his neck and he struggled desperately.

"No!"

The grip tightened and Draco felt a warm liquid trickle down his forearm. Blood. Potter must've dug his nails in.

Draco felt Potter licking at the sweat on his neck, swirling circles with his tongue. His breathing hitched and pulse sped up.

Then two points of pain as fangs slipped into his veins and Draco's muscles reflexively relaxed. He could almost feel his pulse being drained away and moved along with it.

His breathing and pulse syncronised, and he could feel himself moving up closer against Potter, entangling himself physically and psyclogically.

That beautiful copper-tasting, scarlet-looking liquid filled his mouth and he could hardly swallow it fast enough. Harry licked and lapped at the blood savouring and loving it.

He rubbed his hands up and down Malfoy's blood-slicked arms, feeling the sweet mix of sweat and blood over Quidditch trained muscle.

Drinking in each beat of the heart was made all the nicer by the fact that Malfoy moved closer and just slightly upwards everytime his heart beat.

Through the blood haze, Harry barely regestired Malfoy's hips sitting against his own and Malfoys leg that had somehow managed to get between his legs and crook up slightly.

The blood was coming faster and Harry de Lioncourt was all for finishing off this delightful mortal.

But Harry Potter didn't agree.

As the thought and realisation that he really could kill him, Malfoy, a classmate brought Harry closer to his senses. He swiftly pulled his fangs out, but couldn't help but leave his lips hovering over the punctures, breathing heavily on them.

Draco's POV

Draco's senses came rushing back to him. His legs were tangled with Potters, his back and head were flat against the wall behind him and he was acutly aware of Potter breathing on his neck.

"Get. Off." Draco panted in the most forceful tone he could string together.

His reply was a chuckle on the vampire's behalf.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." Potter murmered into his neck.

"Most don't enjoy getting the life quite literally sucked out of them."

"But most like when it's a vampire doing it. Your no exception."

"I have no idea what you're on about, vampire."

Draco couldn't see it, but he felt one of Potter's arms move off his arm.

"Wha-?" He gasped lightly as what must've been Potter's hand brushed the front of his pants.

Internally, he swore. Draco could tell, the whole experience had been... arousing. But that was sort of a vampires way, how they fed was very sensual. Still, it was embarressing to react in such a way to Potter.

"Get off." Draco pushed on Potter's chest and the vampire let him up.

Draco could feel Potter watching him, he had to get out from under that hot, steady stare.

"Leave off Potter."

Draco walked around the ignorant crowd, hoping he could find his mother quickly and convince her that it was time to leave.

Harry watched Malfoy walk away, before scanning the party for his father. He quickly found him and strode through mobs and crowds to stand at his side.

"Ah, Harold. Enjoying yourself?"

Harry smiled.

"Quite, father."

Lestat sniffed in Harry's direction.

"Ah, but just how much fun have you been having?"

Harry looked away for a moment before meetign Lestat's gaze again.

"I had to let my mortal go again."

Lestat sighed sympathetically.

"Poor Harold. But you know what they say; If you truly love it let it go, if it comes back it's your's, if it doesn't it never was."

A woman moved over to Lestat's side. She had platnium blonde hair that trailed down her back and blue-grey eyes. Those two features and her pale skin and pointed nose reminded Harry of someone, but who...

"Harold, this is Miss Narcissa Malfoy."

Ah, that's who it reminded him of. Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy.

"Narcissa, this is my son, Harold."

Harry wondered if it was polite to mention that he just almost killed her only son.

"A pleasure to meet you, Harold. Has Lestat said?"

"Ah, Harold, Narcissa and her son will be staying with us tonight. It turns out we live closer than they."

Only one thoguht ran through his mind.

Oh.

"Well, I'm about ready to take off. Shall we depart, Lestat?"

"I think so."

"I'll go fetch Draco then."

Harry watched helplessly as Narcissa Malfoy walked away.

Draco's POV

"Ah, mother!"

"Draco! There you are honey."

Draco strode briskly to meet his mother.

"Mother, is it time to leave yet?"

"Actually, that's precisly why I sought you out. We're going to leave now."

Draco smiled. Finally, he could get away from this party and it's accursed vampires.

"And Draco honey."

Uh oh, nothing good ever starts with 'Draco honey'.

"Since it's late and our place is quite a distance I took up an offer to stay somewhere closer tonight."

He hada dreadful feeling about this.

"An inn?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course not honey. At Mr de Lioncourt's manor."

"What!"

Yay! A chapter after who Knows how long... I wonder if any of the old readers'll still read it. Hope you all like it!

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