Drarry Oneshots

Harry Potter and his Vampire (Part 1)

Request by StumpHead . Keep the requests coming in!

This one might be a bit filled with sexual thoughts, because I hope that's what happens.

Listen up, I have no idea how Vampires and their mates work, so this is how I imagine them. Please bare with me?

Draco's POV
Stupid Tom Riddle didn't have any other idea in his mind?

He had to get me bitten by a fucking vampire before he got knocked away for eternity?

Why was he so dumb?

And now, I have to search for someone to feed on until I get my mate!

And guess who my mate is because of fucking Karma?

Harry-Freakin-Potter! The Boy Who Lived! The Chosen One! The Saviour of the Wizarding World! The Golden Boy of Gryffindor! THE BOY WHO WON'T FUCKING DIE!

Why? Just why did the nose-less, aimless, stinking bastard think this was a good idea?!

Ugh!

(This really starts off well 😳)

Wow, first day of Hogwarts and my head is already reeling.

Why, just why did the Eight years have to share a tower? And on top of that, we have to share fucking dorms!

"Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, room 5", Head girl Granger called. Who even made her that? Why would you do that?!

"Blaise Zabini and Ron Weasley, room 6", she smirked at Weasley, no idea why. But I couldn't resist a peek at Blaise, who looked like a tomato. He was such a sorry excuse for a Slytherin, but he was my bestfriend, and I can't imagine my life without him and dear Pansy.

Speaking of her, she was still in her dreamland, as you normally do when you hear that you will be sharing a room with your crush, who happened to be Head girl Granger. Pathetic.

"Draco Malfoy", she called, and I seriously hoped it wasn't who I had thought.

"And Harry Potter", well, luck never favoured me, "Room 7".

The most delightful thing, hands down, was the reddening of Potter's ears and the shimmering of his green eyes.

(And they were roommates)

Thank Merlin Severus had given me a potion to help my Vampire-like senses to calm down as night settled in.

But the intoxicating smell of Potter was distracting.

Hell, he smelled like vanilla and chocolate. And also like some sort of flower, possibly lilies. He smelled so sweet, and I so badly wanted to have a taste of him.

And, as soon as I had read about how Vampires claimed their mates, the thoughts of how I would have to claim him reeled through my mind. And oh dear, was it a reason for me to wank every night, even if I was mildly disgusted.

Harry Potter, naked and writhing under me, black hair fanned out on my pillow, big green eyes dilated, pink full lips between his white teeth, begging to be bitten on his sweet spots, moaning and arching his back, sweat glistening on his Quidditch muscled body, his tanned skin contrasting on my green bedspread would be an amazing sight-

"Malfoy? Are you sick? You seem to be sniffling a lot", Potter's overly concerned voice cut through my very heterosexual thoughts.

"Uh, what? Oh no, no, nothing", I cursed myself for not having a comeback, and I slowly realised that I had a problem.

The bedspread was covering it from his electrifying green eyesight, and I had to stop the always surfacing urge to pounce on him as he bit his lip and turned around, shrugging.

"Ah fuck", he cursed as his wand clattered to the ground.

In that very second, I turned to whip my wand out and vanished away my problem.

But the very second I put it away and tried to act innocent, I realised that he was bending.

Right. In. Front. Of. My. Definitely. Feasting. Eyes.

Oh sweet Merlin, why did you have to give such fineness to Harry Potter of all people?!

As he straightened up, I looked away to calm myself down, and maybe to stop from imagining anything with that thick arse.

AAAAAAAAH-

(Draco Malfoy - Deep into his gay panic. Coming out in a theatre near you)

The blood vial lay empty and cool against my hand as the clock stroke midnight and welcomed December.

Madame Pomfrey had already told me that she was preparing another batch of the same blood substitute for me, which smelt like Potter.

But my blood lust was increasing per second.

And Potter wasn't in the room. The last time I had said that he definitely was going to meet his girlfriend Weaslette, he had slipped up that she was dating Lovegoood. And had threatened me that he would skin me alive if I tell anyone about it.

Then, he might be with Weasley and Granger, chatting away their worries.

Ugh, I want some taste of blood. Potter's smell was already in my senses, and I just might have to drink from an innocent.

Well shit.

Hey, StumpHead , did you like this part? Any changes you want to make?

I know that I had announced I won't be writing for a few days, but I just couldn't resist finishing this at 8:00 am.