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The castle was different at night.

During the day, Hogwarts was all noise and movement, filled with the distant chatter of students, the occasional shriek of Peeves, and the hurried footsteps of people perpetually late to their next lesson. Even the ancient stone walls seemed less oppressive beneath the warm glow of enchanted candles and the pale sunlight streaming through towering windows.

But at half past two in the morning?

The place was practically dead.

Moonlight spilled through the enormous windows, illuminating the empty corridors in silver and casting long, crooked shadows across the flagstones. Portraits slept within their frames, their occupants snoring softly beneath painted blankets. Somewhere in the distance, a suit of armor creaked, followed by the faint, echoing sound of something moving in a corridor far below.

It was the sort of night that made sneaking out seem like a brilliant idea.

Right up until it wasn’t.

Draco Malfoy stood alone near one of the tall windows overlooking the grounds, his hands braced against the cold stone ledge.

He hadn’t moved in nearly twenty minutes.

His school robes hung carelessly from his shoulders, the collar of his white shirt undone, his normally immaculate appearance disheveled in a manner that would have been almost comical under different circumstances. His platinum-blond hair fell messily across his forehead, and his knuckles were white from the force with which he gripped the windowsill.

He was shaking.

Not from the cold.

He hadn’t fed in nineteen days.

Nineteen fucking days.

He’d lost track of the hours sometime around midnight, when the familiar, gnawing ache beneath his ribs had become something considerably more difficult to ignore. He’d spent the better part of the evening locked away from everyone else, convinced that he could manage another night. That he could endure the hunger a little longer.

He’d endured worse things.

He was a Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake. He could manage a little hunger.

Except hunger was an inadequate word for what was happening to him.

It was a constant, vicious awareness of every heartbeat within the castle. Every pulse. Every living thing that breathed, slept, and dreamed behind bedroom doors he had spent years walking past without a second thought.

He could hear them all.

And he hated it.

His jaw clenched.

Go back to your dormitory.

The thought was directed at himself.

Go back to your fucking dormitory, Malfoy.

He pushed away from the window.

One step.

Then another.

He would return to the dungeons. He would lock his bedroom door. He would make it through the night, and tomorrow, he would figure something out.

He always figured something out.

Then he heard footsteps.

Draco froze.

They were faint at first, barely audible beneath the distant groaning of the castle. Someone was moving through the corridor behind him. Someone who, judging by the rhythm of their steps, was making a rather poor attempt at being quiet.

His first instinct was irritation.

His second was to leave.

His third—

His third was the sudden, overwhelming awareness of a living presence approaching him.

A heartbeat.

Warmth.

The unmistakable scent of blood.

Draco’s head snapped toward the corridor.

And there you were.

Eight feet away.

Eight fucking feet.

For one suspended moment, neither of you moved.

Draco stared at you, his expression utterly blank. His grey eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and something in his face changed so quickly that it was difficult to tell whether you’d imagined it.

Then his gaze dropped.

Not to your face.

Lower.

To the delicate, vulnerable places where your pulse beat beneath your skin.

He could hear it.

God, he could hear it.

The steady rhythm of your heart seemed to fill the entire corridor, drowning out the distant sounds of the castle until there was nothing else. Nothing but that beautiful, terrible sound and the scent that accompanied it.

His stomach twisted.

His teeth ached.

And suddenly, nineteen days of restraint felt like nothing more than a pathetic joke.

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Authors note જ⁀➴

Ok I don’t usually like vampire bots but idk something’s in the air maybe it’s cuz it’s Halloween but like vampire Draco 😛😛 also lawliet posting 2 times in a week? Groundbreaking.

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