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The night of his seventeenth birthday, he was bitten.
Sharp fangs dug deep in his neck, filling his veins with an aphrodisiac.
“To lessen the pain,” Harry told him. “I told you, it wouldn’t hurt.”
And it didn’t hurt– the process of turning. He felt the shift in his blood, first. And then his bones, his nervous system, his brain– and finally, his heart. It stopped beating as soon as the mild aphrodisiac ran its course. The euphoria and lust he felt while turning– it vanished completely. Or, it should’ve, because he still turned to Harry with dazed, dark eyes.
“That felt… that felt incredible, Harry. Why did you wait so long to give me this?”
“I didn’t want to rush you,” Harry whispered, pulling Draco into his arms and barricading him there. Draco hummed into the nape of his immortal boyfriends’ neck– well. He supposed he was an immortal being now, too. Immortal husbands had a wonderful ring to it. “What are you thinking about?”
“Marrying you,” Draco answered honestly. “Hey, do you think we can still have a traditional wedding ceremony? Are we tarnished because we’re vampires? Can our marriage even be blessed ?”
Harry laughed at his barrage of questions. Draco pouted. They were all necessary to know!
“I’m serious,” he insisted. “We can’t have an officiant for our wedding if we’re not even… well, children of God anymore.”
“I haven’t been a child of God for centuries, Draco,” Harry shook his head, still laughing. His chest shook with every bout of laughter, and he tightened his hold around his boyfriend. Draco realized belatedly that he didn’t feel cold anymore. He was absolutely shivering when they arrived at this location– a woodsy area, surrounded by no more than trees and trees for kilometers, it would seem. The full moon hung over them, watching as they cuddled against each other. Draco found that he really didn’t care if they could have a traditional wedding, anymore.
“Well, it’s alright,” he said after some thought, resting his head on Harry’s pectorals once more. “I am a bit tired of standing, though. When can we get out of here?”
“Ah, in a bit,” Harry said. “I want to be sure the aphrodisiac is completely out of your system before we head back to society.”
“It should be,” Draco blinked, a little confused. “I don’t have any blood flowing through my veins anymore, do I?”
“No, but it is fast acting,” Harry informed him. “Remnants of it may still be in your brain. Don’t worry, it’ll only be ten more minutes.”
“Alright,” Draco sighed, pulling away. “Just so you know, I was sure of my decision to be with you ages ago.”
“Yeah? And how long is that, exactly?” Harry teased him, taking a step forward to close the gap between them. He leaned down to give a gentle nip to Draco’s neck, right where he bit the blond vampire. Draco shivered at the sensation and curved his body upwards, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry’s shoulders. He scoffed.
“Please, I may not be as old as you, but it felt like forever. Two years, Harry. I was ready to be with you since I was fifteen .”
“Hm. A bit too soon for me to whisk you away, I’d say,” Harry mused. “And I only met you that year, anyway. You were ready to turn into a vampire so soon?”
“It didn’t require much thought. I wanted to be with you forever,” Draco sniffed. Harry laughed again, softly.
“It’s hard work, being a vampire, Draco. I told you what it’s like, right?”
“And even so, I still wanted to do this with you.”
“You did,” Harry kissed his forehead and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. He smiled down at Draco, his eyes soft around the edges and filled with so much love that Draco knew he made the right choice. He knew before this moment, regardless, but the look on Harry’s face right now– it solidified his decision. “I’m glad you did,” Harry stated, kissing him again, on his lips this time. Draco tilted his head to achieve a better angle, loosening one of his arms from Harry’s shoulders to cup his jaw gently.
Their lips stay molded together for a few minutes, pulling back ever so slightly only to reconnect at a different angle. Draco parted his lips minutely and let out a muffled moan when Harry’s tongue dipped inside, barely brushing against his.
“Hmm, I think that aphrodisiac should be worn off by now,” Harry mumbled. Draco shook his head.
“Feels like it’s still affecting me,” he said, stroking his index finger along Harry’s cheek bone, and down to his chin. “Or maybe it’s just you.”
“Maybe it’s just me,” Harry repeated, and then he was swooping down to grab Draco by the back of his knee, bracing him by wrapping another arm around his waist. He adjusted his hold slightly so that Draco was in a bridal-carry. The blond vampire’s insides fluttered at just how strong his boyfriend was, before he realized he was just as strong now, too.
Oh, well. He’ll allow Harry to keep carrying him around like this.
“Shall we head back now, then?”
“Mmhm,” Draco agreed, and held onto Harry tightly. “But we’re heading straight home.”
“As if I’d let you go anywhere else,” Harry snickered, “well, at least for the next few days.”
“Few days ?!”
“Relax! You have the stamina of a vampire now, you’ll be fine–”
“No, no, I don’t think I– Harry, please, I can’t take a few days.”
“You can,” his boyfriend grinned sharply, his eyes dark with promise. “And you will.”