Harry cursed; every tree in the Forbidden Forest looked the same.
It was dark, his feet hurt and he was late for dinner with Severus for the third time this week!
He sighed, clutching a small brown pouch filled with a rare variety of Abyssinian shrivelfig leaves—the things he did for that sarcastic bastard—and continued trudging through the brush.
He stopped, suddenly, when the forest became quiet, the barest rustle of leaves catching his attention.
Fingering his wand, he crept forward slowly, the hairs on the back of his neck lifting, breath harsh in his throat…
It was a woman in a long, white gown. Her dark eyes bore into Harry, sharp, pearly teeth flashing in the moonlight.
"What a yummy morsel," She inhaled, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. "The pixies told me you'd be here—smelling of death and magic. The Knight's lost his Prince, and the daisies have all gone home."
In a moment she was there
, his wand tossed aside, her slim figure pressing him into a tree. He flinched as a fang pierced his neck and a cool tongue began lapping at the blood.
"Be a good kitten and scream for Mummy."
Harry winced as a bright light filled the area.
The vampire yelped as her flesh began to melt. She released Harry—who promptly stumbled and fell on his arse—and fled into the darkness.
Harry scrambled to his feet, brushing the leaves from his cloak.
Harry blushed. "Um…here. Happy anniversary." He thrust the pouch against Severus' chest.
Severus took the pouch and tucked it away in his robes without a glance. Eyes glittering in the darkness, he reached out, wiping a trace of blood from Harry's neck.
Harry smiled brightly, "Your
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