Drarry Oneshots

Harry Potter and his Vampire (Part 3 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

"Y-you can do wandless magic?!", Draco asked, genuinely surprised.

"Um, yes, you didn't know?", Harry looked up at him.

Draco shook his head.

He straddled him, removing his robe, smirking as the dilated green eyes followed every single pop of the button.

As the material fell to the floor, Draco hovered his upper body over Harry's, placing an arm next to his head.

He let the thumb of his other hand trail over his lips, rubbing the reddening skin slightly, getting a moan from the boy, that went straight to his cock, "D- Draco".

"Tell me love", he rasped, Harry's eyes fluttered close, "What is it you need?".

The message was clear. Beg.

Harry closed his eyes, he gulped, opening them, "I want you to bite me, claim me, make me arch and writhe under you, mark me" he took a deep breath, "F- fuck me, hard. So that I will barely be able to walk".

Draco felt everything go off in his mind, except for the blinding lust, and also a little thought of taking care of him, "Are you sure?".

Harry nodded his head, leaving no questions hanging in Draco's mind.

The blond caressed his jaw, liking the way the raven leaned into his touch, "Can I?", He asked, tugging the shirt's collar.

"Y-yes".

He popped open the first button, keeping an eye on Harry, who licked his lips.

The cold seemed to have began to affect them less, as Draco reached down and pulled out Harry's shirttails, pressing the last button through the hole.

The Slytherin let his hand caress Harry's chin again, this time, trailing it down, from his neck to his now exposed stomach, pushing the shirt out of his way.

The Gryffindor groaned, Draco reached over to push it off his shoulders, his eyes feasting on the tanned skin that was revealed to him.

Harry was sure his heart was beating the shit out of ribcage, because the way Draco was devouring him with his eyes, was a lot to handle.

The blond inched down a bit, leaning in, pressing his lips to Harry's abs, pushing him down as he gave a jolt of pleasure.

The raven's head hit the pillow, gasping for breath, his knuckles clutching at the green covers, as Draco's lips trailed up, slowly kissing up the trembling body.

His teeth tugged the pink nipples, making sure that his fangs didn't dig into the skin.

He could feel Harry's fast beating heart under his mouth, and as he slowly trailed up to his jaw, his hair was gripped into fists, pulling the locks as his breaths stuttered.

Draco was level with Harry now, who opened his eyes, nodding, "Please", he whined.

He sat back on his thighs, quickly removing his shirt as he dove back in.

Opening his mouth, he trailed his fangs around the vein Harry had instructed, getting a hiss from under him.

"Here?", Draco whispered, letting a tooth mark the designated place red.

"Yes", came the quick reply.

Harry yelped as Draco sank his fangs in, drawing blood instantly.

The blond revered in the sweet taste of his blood, drinking him and his silent whimpers.

A little later, he pulled his teeth back, satisfied.

Two red dots lay on the tan neck, that was gasping desperately for air, a little trail of blood oozing out of one.