"Ah, Draco," Dumbledore greeted in his usual cheerful and benevolent manner, "I do apologise for the interruption to your lesson. Please come in."

Draco nodded and walked over to stand beside where Harry was sitting.

"If I may ask," Draco said politely, "what is this about, Headmaster?"

"We're here to record your new mark for the records, Cuz," Tonks said with her usual irreverence.

"Since it would be imprudent to remove you from the safety of Hogwarts," Newline added in just as cheerful a tone, "we were sent to retrieve a record for the official transcripts. Given the circumstances, Madame Bones had ordered your case to be considered immediately and so we need to do things by the book."

"Oh," was Draco's response, clearly that was not quite what he had been expecting, any more than Harry had been.

Given the Ministry's idiocy even since Harry's defeat of Voldemort, the new approach was a little surprising.

"Of course," Draco said, gathering himself, "what do you need me to do?"

"It's just like what we did the last time," Tonks said with a smile. "If you want to sit down, we'll check the mark for other spells, then make an official record to take back with us; totally painless, well unless I trip between here and there and fall on you."

Harry did his best to appreciate Tonk's attempt at humour, but he wasn't feeling much like joking around, so he gritted his teeth even as Draco smiled graciously. His eyes zeroed in as Draco rolled up his sleeve and all his instincts screamed 'Mine' as he saw the mark there. It took quite a lot of effort for him to sit still when Tonks walked over and pulled out her wand.

"No worries, Harry," the female Auror said brightly, "I promise he's safe and sound."

At least she seemed to understand, which helped a little.

The spells Tonks used were designed to identify any spells on Draco's mark rather than just cancel them, which made them more complicated than Rita's cursory investigation. Draco just sat there looking totally calm and holding his arm still for the whole process. Harry tried to be similarly stoic, even though he knew Draco was not quite as calm on the inside. The final spell caused an image of Draco's arm and the mark on it to float up into mid-air, then it rolled itself up like a scroll and vanished with a pop.

"All done," Tonks announced with a cheerful smile and then stepped away from Draco, putting her wand away as she did so. "Thanks again for letting us come so quickly, Professor," she said, looking at Newline who stood up, "we'll stop bothering you now."

"Thank you for your efficiency," the headmaster replied, standing and walking around his desk; "and please pass my thanks to Madam Bones for dealing with this matter so efficaciously."

Everything seemed so friendly, but Harry was still not comfortable with Aurors, not even Tonks, being anywhere near Draco, which was why he sat still and concentrated on not doing anything while Dumbledore passed pleasantries with the pair and showed them out. In fact he was only going to be happy once they were off of school grounds.

"Well I am very glad that is over," Dumbledore said with a smile as he walked back to his desk. "My hope is that this situation will be resolved very soon now that it is firmly within the public eye."

Harry just nodded; he agreed with that totally.

"Now, Harry," the headmaster said, smiling at him in a very fatherly manner, "about this morning..."

His stomach fell; he hoped he hadn't ruined anything.

"I have to be honest and let you know that I have not believed the Room of Requirements could hold you if you were determined to get out for some days now," was the explanation that made him blink at the headmaster. "Professor Snape has been monitoring your condition very closely and we are both of the belief that as your aspects settle they are becoming more cohesive, making you a very powerful young man."

Harry wasn't sure how to react.

"We had hoped to allow you to believe this was not the case for a little while yet, to give you peace of mind," Dumbledore explained kindly, "but alas, we have been foiled. I would like to suggest we keep the existing precautions in place to protect you from unwanted visitors and to mitigate, shall we say, possible tantrums, but put avenues in place, that should you wish to gain access to the rest of the school, you may."

"That sounds like a very productive way forward," Draco said in a pleasant tone and made Harry look at him in shock.

"Um," was as close as Harry came to a sensible answer.

"Thank you, Professor," Draco said, standing and reaching out to take Harry's hand, "don't worry, I'll explain why it's a good idea to Harry and he'll come round."

That shook him out of his shock.

"I am sitting here," he pointed out, just a little annoyed at being talked about rather than to.

Draco just smiled at him.

"Of course you are, My Boy," the headmaster said and also smiled at him, "and now I believe, if an old man's time keeping is not too off, you should have a few minutes to talk before your next lessons. Would either of you care for a lemon drop before you go?"

Harry gave up; he was surrounded by insanity.

~*~

It had taken Draco a little while to re-convince him that he was not now a danger to the entire school, but after that the day had gone quite smoothly. So smoothly in fact that he was doing some of his homework when Draco arrived just before dinner and he found he hadn't even realised the time. Draco had decided he had made enough of a point by appearing at three meals to show that he was not Harry's lap dog that he and Harry could have dinner together again.

"You've spelt that wrong," Draco said, pecking him on the cheek and peering over his shoulder at his work and pointing to part of the spell he was writing about.

"Oh, thanks," he said and corrected it.

His academic efforts were improving with Draco around as well.

"So," Draco said while he continued to write his essay, "hungry?"

There was something about the way Draco said it that caught his attention and he looked up to find Draco, pulling off his Slytherin tie and opening the top buttons of his shirt to reveal his long, pale neck. It had been so crazy over the past couple of days that Harry had forgotten what day it was, but as Draco smiled at him with a very 'come hither' smile, he remembered rather pointedly. It was Draco's day to donate blood and it looked as if Draco was looking forward to it as much as Harry was.

Turning, Draco walked away from him, calmly sitting down on the bed, kicking off his shoes and crossing his ankles in a very demure pose, just looking at him. Harry did not need to be invited twice and he stood up, homework all but forgotten as he walked over to where Draco was sitting. Sometimes, when he caught himself thinking in very human terms, he was still amazed that Draco was his, but the rest of him knew it with every fibre of his being.

When he leant down and captured Draco's mouth for a kiss it felt so right that, for once, all his aspects were in agreement and he let the vampire rise to the surface. His body was reacting to Draco's closeness, but his incubus nature was, for once, content to remain in the background.

"Move back on the bed," he said, letting his voice resonate as he spoke.

Draco did so without question, moving to the centre of the bed and settling there with a smile on his face. The way Draco lay down, opening his shirt, had Harry immediately crawling on to the bed as well, but he controlled himself, making his body move with careful precision rather than raging need.

He could see Draco's approval in his eyes.

He pushed one knee between Draco's legs, forcing him to spread them and placed the other on the outside of one of Draco's thighs while leaning over his willing prey. Part of him revelled in Draco's surrender and he leant down, ever so gently kissing Draco's neck.

With the vampire at the surface, he could hear the steady beat of Draco's heart and smell the burgeoning arousal that their position was causing in Draco. It was a heady combination and he used his tongue to feel the pulse beating under Draco's perfect skin.

"Harry," Draco whispered his name almost as if it was a prayer and he obeyed the request.

Opening his mouth, he placed his razor sharp fangs against Draco's neck and, ever so carefully, pushed them in. Draco gasped in pain, reaching out to grip his shoulders, but the moment blood hit Harry's tongue that sound changed to one of pleasure. Harry did not hold back, he opened himself completely to Draco, allowing the full pleasure to flow into his lover.

Draco bucked up against him, bringing Draco's erection into contact with his hip and his erection into contact with Draco's and he moaned around the bite. Sex and blood at the same time nearly blew his mind and his imagination conjured all sorts of thoughts about how it might be if he did this while buried deep in Draco in another way as well.

He drank longer than he needed to, just because it was so wonderful, but it was only a little too long and he did managed to force himself to stop, pulling his fangs from Draco's throat and sealing the wounds with his tongue. Draco was breathing hard and whined quietly at the loss when he stopped feeding, but Harry was not about to abandon his lover and rolled his hips.

For once there were no sensible words from Draco's mouth, only moans of pleasure. They were both still in their clothes, but Harry didn't care, he just kept moving against Draco as his lover clung to him, angling his hips for maximum contact. It was rough and ready, but feeding from Draco had affected Harry far more than feeding from anyone else did and they were both so needy it didn't matter. It didn't take long either as Draco's breath began to come in shorter and shorter gasps and when Draco came, pushing up against him and shuddering out his pleasure, Harry came too, dragged along as his incubus took full advantage of the sex.

They ended up in a panting heap with Harry doing his very best not to squash Draco underneath him as he tried to drag his body and brain back into some semblance of order.

"Wow," Draco said eventually as they rested without so much as attempting to move; "it better not be like that for the others."

Harry couldn't help himself; he laughed.