by sorrow angel
A month had passed since the day Harry died. The atmosphere in Hogwarts was never the same. Chris had been put to Azkaban, of course, not before being tortured by Draco, where the Dementors performed the Dementor's Kiss on him. His soulless body was now at St. Mungo.
No one in Hogwarts mentioned about the death of Harry. Ron and Hermione still hang out with each other, but they didn't talk to each other like before. The greatest change that everyone could see was in Draco Malfoy.
He had gone back to sitting at Slytherin's table after the death of Harry. He was more withdrawn and avoided talking to anyone if possible. Draco still stayed in his and Harry's room. Every night, he would cry himself to sleep, but he wouldn't die, because he had promised Harry.
Mr and Mrs Malfoy tried talking to their son, but he wouldn't reply. Narcissa's heart broke to see her son like this. Harry's love was preventing Draco from dying but it was also killing.
Ron and Hermione headed to the Great Hall for dinner. When they entered the hall, they saw some students were already there and someone was sitting at the Gryffindor table with his head on the table.
Ron sat beside the person while Hermione sat opposite them. They tried not to make so much noise, in case it woke the person up. They thought that it was a new student.
Soon, the Great Hall was filled with students but was still quiet. When Draco stepped into the hall, he froze. Blaise stopped beside him and looked at him.
"...Harry...I'm getting Harry's scent..." Draco himself looked shocked.
"Draco, you know that Potter's..." Blaise trailed off. He shook his head slightly and pulled Draco to the table. Draco was scanning around the hall, searching for the source of the scent but couldn't find it.
Dumbledore stood up at the teacher's table and announced.
"We have a new student joining us," Happiness could be heard in the headmaster's voice, "Mr Weasley, could you please wake him up? He seemed to have a rough day." There was a twinkle of amusement in Dumbledore's eyes.
Ron shook the person lightly, nothing happened. He shook a little harder this time and the person started to stir. Everyone in the Great Hall, except Dumbledore, couldn't believe their eyes when the person raised his head.
He had raven hair, emerald eyes and a scar in a shape of lightening on his forehead.
"Harry?" Ron and Hermione asked in shock.
"How did you know my name? Do I know you?" Harry asked the duo questioningly.
"Yes, Mr Potter would be joining us. He had been sorted into Gryffindor house. Now, let's eat."
Harry was eating when he felt lots of eyes staring at him. He looked up and asked.
"Nothing. It's just that you look like someone who had died." Hermione explained as calmly as she could. "You have the same looks and name as our dead friend."
Harry nodded in understanding. "I see, no wonder everyone's staring at me." He shifted his gaze and landed on Draco, who was staring at him. "Who's that?" He asked.
"That's Draco Malfoy. He's a vampire...and his mate looks exactly like you." Ron said.
"Wow. Your friend must be really famous." Harry stated.
"Yeah...he saved from You-Know-Who."
"Then...how did he die?" The emerald-eyed boy asked softly.
Ron looked over to Hermione to help him explain. "We heard that he died...protecting Malfoy. After his death...Malfoy suffered a lot." Hermione said softly.
"Oh..." Was all Harry could say. He left the hall when he finished, Draco following after a few minutes.
The vampire went up the South tower and stopped when he saw Harry outside the room. The raven-haired boy turned and smiled back at him.
"Um...Professor Dumbledore told me that I would be staying here."
Draco could only dumbly nod as he went in front of the painting. He was about to say the password when he heard something that made his heart clenched.
"I'm sorry I made you suffer, Draco."
"Harry?" Draco felt his heart clenched.
Harry brushed across his cheek and pressed his lips softly against the vampire's. He was about to pull back when he fell a pair of arm preventing him from doing so.
Draco pulled Harry closer to him that no space was between them. He kissed Harry with so much passion that his mate almost couldn't take it. There was so much emotions in that kiss: Love, wanting, lust and happiness.
When they pulled apart for air, they were both slightly flushed and breathless. Draco buried his face into the crook of Harry's neck.
"I missed you so much."
"I know. I miss you too." Harry felt tears flowing down his cheeks. His heart had hurt when he heard from Hermione that his loved one had suffered so much because of him.
Draco said the password and the couple entered the room. As soon as they entered the room, Draco carried Harry to his room and laid him on the bed then covering the body with his own.
Draco kissed Harry passionately, slipping his tongue into his mouth, tasting the vanilla and mint that he missed so much. Still keeping their lips locked, he began unbuttoning both their clothes. Draco broke the kiss and started to lick and suck on his mate's neck while running his hands around his body.
Harry moaned at his touch and arched up. Draco covered one of his nipples with his mouth with pinching and twisting the other. His other free hand slipped to between Harry legs and the boy gasped. Harry was soon writhing underneath Draco with want.
Draco was going hard with all the sounds that Harry was making. He positioned himself and pushed himself deep into Harry.
He started slow but gradually lost control and started thrusting hard and fast, both came at the same time, screaming each other's name.
Draco looked down at his lover after his breathing went back to normal.
"I wanted to ask you, how did you come back?" Draco brushed Harry's hair from his eyes.
"With help from Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. I didn't know they had a relationship like that."
Draco nodded in understanding. He leaned down and kissed Harry.
"I love you." Harry said after they ended the kiss.
"I love you too. Don't ever leave me again."
"I won't. You promised that we'd be together forever."
"Yes, I did."
With that, they kissed each other again with the moon as the only witness of the lovers' new pact with each other.