VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual situations involving two men.
Summary: ‘He tempts me with his kisses....his body....the way his fangs pierce my heated skin.’
Disclaimer: I own no rights to the Harry Potter Franchise. The honor solely belongs to a very clever witch by the name of J.K.Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a while, making them do naughty things for our reading pleasure. The plot is mine.

Special thanks go to Narcissa Black who helped with the fine tuning of the story and the title. Thank you Narcissa.
(Allexandrya had beta’d the first four chapters a few years back, but I never had it done for her to complete)


Chapter One


Another year gone, and King’s Cross Station in London was once again boisterously noisy with boys and girls from about the age of eleven to seventeen, especially between platforms nine and ten. Inside the station the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were welcomed home for the summer by their families, their voices raised as they told of some of their lessons and adventures for the year.

Among the crowd, there was the ever noticeable throng of redheaded Weasleys, with Mr. and Mrs. Granger with them. Molly Weasley, a mother that doted on all of her children, was soon welcoming Ginny and Ron home with breathtaking embraces. Hermione Granger and one Harry Potter were not forgotten, as they were also soon gathered in her arms in welcome.

Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter . . . better known as the Golden Trio... had just finished their sixth year at Hogwarts. All three were glad to be home after a hectic year of learning and training for the upcoming war. They knew the war wasn’t going to stop just because it was summer vacation, but they let out a small sigh of relief at the thought of a bit of fun and relaxation for a few months before going back for their last year.

Tom Riddle . . . better known as Voldemort, still terrorized Muggles, having progressed to the other races of the wizarding communities that had tainted blood, like the were-creatures, vampires, elves, and veela. There were the few exceptions to his rule as he saw certain advantages to each race, and tried to gain these for himself. If these ‘exceptions’ did not want to join, they were eliminated. More often than not, there were more killed than those that went to the dark side.

Harry talked with Fred and George Weasley who had dropped out of Hogwarts a few years back to start their own joke shop . . . with the help of their silent partner . . . Harry Potter. Harry had won the Tri-Wizard Tournament in his fourth year and didn’t want the winnings. Too many bad memories of Cedric dying in the graveyard where the two of them were Portkeyed after they both picked up the cup. The winnings were dirty as far as he was concerned.

“Well, I’m off then,” Hermione smiled as she hugged Harry, “see you in a couple of months.”

“Have a good time with your parents in Rome ‘Mione,” Harry replied, returning her embrace. “Be careful,” he added looking her seriously in the eye.

“I will Harry. You’ve taught us a lot in our Defense meetings. I’ll be careful.”

“Carry your wand with you at all times,” Harry added.

“I will,” she smiled, “take care and I’ll see you soon. Don’t train too hard Harry.”

“I’ll make sure he has a bit of fun ‘Mione,” Ron laughed coming up behind her. “At least you only need to stay with your relatives for a couple of weeks,” he said, talking now to Harry.

“Yeah, then to Grimmauld Place, where Remus, Moody, and Snape will train me,” Harry sighed.

“You were the one that came up with the idea Harry,” Arthur Weasley said putting his arm around his shoulder. “Ron, we’ll be going now. Harry, are your relatives here yet?”

Harry looked around as they all walked through the station to the doors. His Uncle was never hard to miss as he was a big man, his cousin Dudley was just as big, and his Aunt a rail, skinny as can be. He looked but noticed that they were not around. He did see a taxi cab driver, leaning on his car holding up a sign with his name on it.

“Must be your ride Harry,” Fred said.

“Excuse me,” Harry said walking to the cab with Arthur at his side. “I’m Harry Potter.”

“‘Ello. A Mister Vernon Dursley called us to pick you up to take you back to Privet Drive,” the young man said.

“Wonder why he didn’t come himself?” Harry thought out loud.

“Said somethin’ about a boxing competition,” the driver said.

“Boxing?” Arthur asked, interested at the Muggle term.

“Dudley . . . he’s taken up boxing,” Harry said, “must be some kind of competition happening at Smeltings.”

“We can take you home Harry,” Arthur said.

“No, it’s okay Mister Weasley. You have a long drive ahead of you. I’ll just get a ride from . . . ” Harry began as he looked to the driver.

“That would be Stryder,” the driver smiled.

“With Stryder,” Harry finished.

“We’ll talk to you in a few weeks then Harry,” Arthur said, looking suspiciously to the driver who was loading up Harry’s trunk in the car. “Please take your own advice . . . be careful.”

“Right. Constant vigilance,” Harry grinned. Mad-Eye Moody, a paranoid member of the Order of the Phoenix and an ex-Auror, was constantly repeating that to anyone who would listen.

“Owl us when you arrive home then,” Arthur quietly said so the driver wouldn’t overhear.

“I will,” Harry smiled then climbed into the back seat with Hedwig’s empty cage. He had let her fly back, to spread her wings before she would be cooped up in the cage back on Privet Drive. He turned to look out the back window and waved to Arthur and Ron who returned his farewell.

“Seems like nice people,” Stryder said looking at Harry through the rearview mirror.

“The best,” Harry said leaning his head back on the seat.

“Do you mind if we listen to the radio?” Stryder asked.

“No, go ahead,” Harry replied, then smiled to himself when Stryder tuned into a rock station.

He closed his eyes and just relaxed back as he tapped his foot to the music. He did not notice the partition between the front and back seat quietly slide up, but he did hear the locks on the doors click. He opened his eyes to see them driving through unfamiliar countryside. He tried to open the doors but there were no handles to be seen. He tried to slide the partition but couldn’t. He brought out his wand from the concealed holder of his jacket.

“Don’t bother Harry. The back is blocking your magic,” Stryder said, looking back at Harry.

“Let me out Stryder,” Harry evenly said.

“Sorry, can’t do that.”

“Why? Are you one of Voldemort’s lapdogs?” Harry asked.

“No, Harry, we do not follow that madman. We mean you no harm. We’re here to help you.”

By this time, Harry’s temper was getting the better of him. “Let me the fuck out. Now!” he shouted.

“No.”

Harry curled up his fist and drew back to hit the partition, which didn’t even splinter. Not paying any attention to the numbness to his fist, he drew out his knife from his side pocket to pry at the edges of the partition. He glanced up to see Stryder shaking his head at him, at the same time he heard a faint hissing sound. He looked down at his feet to see a mist coming through a pipe at the bottom of the seat. “What the hell . . . ” he muttered quietly before falling sideways on the seat . . . unconscious.


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