"W-W-What do you mean take care of her?" Ron stammered out as he climbed off of the bed and quickly put some distance between him and temptation, his mind already comprehending what he was being told- but simply not wanting to believe that someone would have to help Draco feed by...putting his hands on Lily.

The mere idea both made him hard and made his heart twist savagely in his chest.

As his mind whispered, wouldn't it be considered betraying Hermoine if I touched my friend? I mean sure he knew that Hermoine was gone and would never come back to him in either of their lifetimes- but that didn't exactly make any betrayal he committed on his end any less bad now did it?

Draco stood there with his hand on the door knob, his expression seemingly impassive as he looked at the man, his body slightly tense as he studied Ron for what seemed like forever. He could tell that his friend was torn up about what to do. And because he was still holding onto his past love- he was frozen with indecision.

It was probably a good thing that he hadn't left the two alone just yet. Ron likely never would have made any move to help prep Lily and in the long run she would have probably gotten seriously injured when he'd fed from her.

Sighing in frustration, Draco quickly crossed the distance form the door and reached a hand out and shoved Ron down in the antique wingback chair behind him and hissed out, "Stay," Before turning back to Lily and looking her over for a moment before asking. "With or without clothing?"

He heard an unintelligible sound escape from Ron, half lust and half alarm, but paid it no heed as Lily fidgeted with her shirt sleeve for a moment before saying, "W-With." Earning a small amused smile from Draco as he jokingly said,

"Embarrassed of how you look now, huh, beautiful." As he crawled on the bed and settled his hips firmly in the cradle of her own, his jeans pressing against her core allowing him to feel her heat just as much as she could feel his arousal for her growing. He settled his hands beside her shoulders, one hand lacing it's fingers with her own.

Lily swallowed hard as she squirmed a tad bit underneath Draco just to get comfortable as her friend leaned down and nipped lightly at her ear and asked in a hushed tone, "Slow or fast? How do you want me?"

"B-Both." She gasped out as he ran his tongue along her throat for a moment before covering the tender flesh in little open mouthed kisses that elicited a strangled sound from her throat as he slowly began to move his body against hers. Earning a gasp that somehow turned into a breathy moan as she felt his hardness rub her just right through their clothing.

To be perfectly honest this was the most intimacy that Draco had ever really achieved from her behind closed doors. Especially during feedings.

Mostly because having sex with a vampire was beyond risky for several reasons. The main one being that said vampire could develop a serious desire for sex and blood in the same go and would loose control of themselves and fuck their partner while draining them to death.

And despite the fact that Draco had expressed his need for certain things before, he had only asked Lily to tend to those particular needs, once. She'd politely turned him down flat. Somewhat hurting his feelings, but he had understood her reasons.

Still, that didn't mean that he didn't occasionally fantasize about sliding his aching length inside of her tight, slick passage during his feedings. Especially when she didn't seem to mind him voicing his desires overly much during occasions where he fed from her.

Tangling his fingers in Lily's dark tresses Draco lowered his head and took Lily's mouth with his own as a low growl began to vibrate his deep in his chest as her tongue shyly dueled against his own as he shifted his position ever so slightly so that he was propped up on one arm, and cupped one of her breasts. His thumb absently stroking the nipple through her shirt as he slowly lifted his mouth from hers, a thin trail of saliva hanging from the tip of his tongue, still connecting their mouths until he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder.

Across the room, Ron was practically squirming in his seat. Not because he was particularly uncomfortable. Quite the contrary. The situation was quickly getting out of hand and as much as he knew that he shouldn't be there, watching this- he simply couldn't find the strength to get up and move and leave the room.

Still...this situation was...peculiar to him.

He was finding it harder and harder to be disturbed by what Draco was doing to Lily, and was focusing more and more on her shy, almost virginal reactions to the stimuli that Draco was providing. Every moan, every soft gasp, every keening cry that was spurring Draco on, was also turning him on even more too.

So much so that he was having trouble staying put. He kept catching himself beginning to get up so that he could go and join the couple on the bed. And just when he wasn't sure that he could take much more, Lily finally cried out, an expression almost like shock crossing her lovely face as Draco finally sank his fangs into her throat and began to greedily drink her life's blood for a few moments.

A minute or two later it was over. Draco was still leaning over Lily, carefully licking her wound so that it would seal closed while also checking for a pulse with his fingertips.

Finally moving to get off of her, he flopped down on the bed beside her, and pulled her slender form close to his body and curled himself around her and lazily began playing with her dark hair as his gaze sought out and met Ron's.

"I-Is she alright?" Ron managed to ask after a length of time had passed, allowing himself to calm down considerably.

Draco hummed softly and stopped toying with her hair. "She's fine. Feeding merely tires her. She'll sleep for a little bit to regain some of her energy, and when she awakens she'll need to eat something. I'll fix her something to help her replenish her blood supply."

Ron nodded absently and started to slowly get up so that he could leave the room. He felt as if he shouldn't be there any more. Watching the two any further felt just...weird to him. However he didn't even manage to get to the door before he heard Draco say, "Come here."

Ron looked at him and then the door and then muttered, "I should go." And then started for the door again only to be stopped by the vampire's hand suddenly grabbing him. The weirdest thing is, that he hadn't even heard him move to get up off of the bed, much less his heavy footfalls as he came after him.

It was beyond freaky really.

"Draco let go."

"No. Not unless you stay."

"Why? Why do I need to-" Ron started to demand when Draco suddenly flipped him. Ron went sailing through the air and landing on the bed a few inches from where Lily lay on her side. He hit the mattress, and bounced twice before settling and blinking his eyes as righteous fury filled his veins as he suddenly shouted. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why do you keep tossing me around like a goddamn rag doll?"

Draco's gaze flickered to Lily for a moment, thinking that it was a wonder that all of that shouting hadn't woken her, but didn't bother saying anything. He didn't really need too to justify his actions to Ron, nor anyone else for that matter. Not when Lily suddenly shifted and cozied up to the angry man, causing him to fall eerily silent as he stared down at her head for a moment before looking back at him as if asking for help.

It might have been comical if not for the fact that he knew that Ron needed all the help that he could get. In the meantime, he could be Lily's cuddle buddy and grab some sleep.

Draco would crash in Neville's room for now.