Satisfaction

Draco pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it casually with the match he pulled from his pocket, lit the cigarette, and discarded the match carelessly. He took a long drag and then another, getting impatient.

The man he had been waiting for turned the corner and was currently heading in his direction, head bent and hands burrowed inside the deep pockets of his overcoat.

"Ah, I see you took your time getting here," Draco drawled lazily. "Have any problems?" he asked, no concern in his voice, languidly taking another drag.

"I had to double back twice," the man said impatiently. "I think I was being followed. Don't you think this can wait? We still have plenty of time..."

"Shut up. I have no time." he said impatiently. "Follow me."

He stubbed the cigarette out into his palm and flicked it at the man's feet. Without bothering to notice if he was following him or not, Draco turned the corner and walked briskly down the alley until he turned right once more.

He stopped at the apparent dead end and waited on the man to catch up. "You ready?" Malfoy asked his counterpart.

He nodded, swallowing. "Let's go," said the man without hesitation.

Malfoy raised his balled fist and beat on the wall three times. Nothing happened at first until the wall slid open, revealing a dark, smoky room.

"You got the money?" a deep voice resounded from inside the gloom.

"I have it if you have what I need," Draco said curtly.

"Hand it over," the mysterious voice demanded.

Draco pulled a package out of his coat pocket and handed it into the darkness. "Take it and count it if you must. It's all there. Now hurry up."

A body was flung out of the darkness into the alley way at Draco's feet. The wall slammed closed.

"Well what do we have here?" Draco said amused. "Look- it's Scar Head Potter. Oh, how I love my life. It's just full of wonderful surprises," He grinned broadly, sharp canines glowing in the moonlight.

Harry strained against the bindings that held his arms securely behind his back, cursing through the cloth shoved in his mouth.

"Oh how fun this is going to be," Draco muttered to himself. He knelt down next to Harry's body and motioned the other man to join him. "I think I get first taste. Are you going to be affected by this?"

"No," he replied darkly. "This will be fun for me as well."

Draco cocked his head to one side, surveying Harry amusedly. "Who knew I would end up being the one who came out on top in life Potter?" he asked cynically. "Oh wait. I did."

His sharp teeth sank into Harry's exposed flesh above his collar bone, plunging deep in the pink tissue. Satisfied, he retracted his teeth, admiring the puncture wound just below Harry's neckline. He ran a finger over it admiringly. "Who knew you could taste so good, Potter?"

The other man took his place next to Harry, kneeling opposite of Draco. The moonlight reflected off of his red hair as he smiled maliciously.

"Yes Harry, this will be fun."

Harry howled through the cloth as his old school friend sank his fangs deep into his flesh.

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