VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Chapter Ten

The next day, during breakfast and their first classes in the morning, Harry tried to get Draco’s attention. He was becoming frustrated when Draco would meet his gaze, then look away, glaring back at him. He arrived early for Potions class, knowing Draco always came early, and sat down beside him. “I need to talk to you, Draco,” he said, leaning closer, inhaling his mate’s scent.

“Bugger off, Potter,” Draco replied, leaning away from Harry, his fingers grasping his book tighter in front of him.

“But . . . ”

Draco turned, his full Malfoy sneer in place. “Look Potter, I have nothing to say to you. I am still on your side, but I want nothing personally to do with you,” he finished.

“Mister Potter, do you have a problem?” Severus asked, raising his brow in question.

“No Sir,” Harry replied, getting up to sit beside Hermione who just had come in.


Severus watched over his class, seeing Draco pointedly ignore Harry’s yearning looks. He had been surprised when Draco came down the night before with the trademark Malfoy scowl on his face.


Flashback

“Who were that woman and the blond man at the meeting?” Draco had asked.

“The woman is my daughter Kinsey, and the man was a friend of Harry’s,” Severus replied.

“Friend?” Draco had snorted under his breath. “I thought your daughter was estranged from you?” Draco asked, a little more loudly.

“She was,” Severus simply replied.

“Why was she with Potter?” Draco asked, ignoring the questioning look that passed between his father and Severus.

“She helped him out when he needed it this past summer,” Severus answered.


Severus had then sent him to his rooms, after a too long silence from the pouting blond. He had guessed that Draco had seen Harry with Stryder, knowing that Harry was feeding from the other blond upstairs. He would have loved to tell Draco what was really happening upstairs, but it wasn’t his place to do that.


Severus walked around the room, inspecting the cauldrons. When he got to Harry’s, he leaned down to smell the potion. “I need to speak with you after class,” he quietly said, for only Harry to hear. He saw the slight nod of acknowledgment, then moved on.


Harry waited until everyone left, looking longingly at Draco who had left with Blaise. “What can I do for you Severus?” he asked, facing him.

“I would like to know what you did to set off Draco last night?”

“What did he tell you?” Harry asked.

“He came down to the dungeons in a foul mood, asking who Kinsey and Stryder were,” Severus replied. “I let him know that Kinsey was my daughter, which he knew about, though he had never met her, and that she helped you out in the summer.”

“And Stryder?” Harry asked.

“A friend of yours,” Severus replied. “He saw you drinking from him, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but from his angle, it most likely looked like we were in a heavy snog session,” Harry sighed.

“And were you?”

“Stryder and I have been lovers, but it went no further than me drinking from his neck, and a brief kiss on his mouth,” Harry said.

“I would suggest you tell Draco what exactly he did witness,” Severus said, moving to sit behind his desk.

“If he’ll talk to me,” Harry softly said, turning to leave the Potion’s classroom.


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Draco put his books in his book bag, glad to see the end of the last class of the day. All he wanted to do was go to his rooms, and not have to talk to anyone for the rest of the day. His mind was barely on his classes all day, instead he kept seeing Harry and this Stryder person kissing, then his imagination led them to doing a lot more than just kissing.

‘What do I care? It’s Potter for Merlin’s sake. So what if his kiss makes my legs feel like I was hit with a Jelly-Legs jinx?’ he thought to himself.

He was so deep in thought that when he was suddenly pulled into an empty classroom, he barely had the time to wield his wand before it was taken away from him. He looked to the person who was now holding his wand. “Give me my wand Potter,” he glared.

“Not until you listen to me,” Harry said, stepping closer to Draco who was trying to open the door. “Locking charm,” he added.

“Why would I want to listen to anything you have to say Potter?” Draco asked, stepping back. “I don’t give a shit what you have to say.”

“I think you do Draco,” Harry softly said, reaching out to caress the side of Draco’s cheek with his fingers.

“You’re awfully full of yourself, aren’t you?” Draco sneered, jerking his head away from the touch. “Why don’t you go back to your blond? I’m sure he’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m sure he would, but I’m not interested in that particular blond,” Harry said, bracing his hands on either side of Draco’s head.

“That’s not what it looked like to me Potter,” Draco replied, trying to get past Harry’s arms, but was held in place when Harry’s lower body pressed against him.

“And what did it look like Draco?”

“Like you were kissing his neck,” Draco replied.

“Tell me Draco, since Severus is a vampire, what does that make Kinsey?” Harry asked, leaning closer to the intoxicating scent.

“A.....vampire,” Draco quietly said. “Severus said she helped you when you needed it during the summer.”

“She did,” Harry nodded, giving Draco a toothy smile, the fangs fully extended.

“You . . . you’re a vampire?” Draco breathlessly asked, looking at the gleaming fangs, then back up to Harry’s eyes.

“Yes. She turned me the first week out of school, so I could defeat Voldemort . . . and live . . . well . . . kind of live I guess,” he smirked.

“And Stryder?” Draco asked.

“Also a vamp. He’s the one that kidnapped me and helped me through some things.”

“Were you lovers?”

“Yes,” Harry honestly replied, not finding it necessary to tell him there were others as well.

“Are you still?” Draco hesitantly asked.

“No, not since before I came back to school. Last night you saw me drinking from him. It didn’t continue into bed,” Harry reassured.

“Who else knows?”

“Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, and the Professors,” Harry replied.

“And my father?” Draco asked, remembering his strange reaction when he caught them by the Quidditch changing rooms. “You healed the scratches that day, didn’t you?”

“Your father does know, but is spelled not to talk of it. And yes, I did heal the scratches on your face that day,” Harry softly said, stepping closer to slip his knee between Draco’s legs. He smoothed his cheek over Draco’s. “You tasted so good to me,” he huskily added by Draco’s ear.

Draco closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. His hands gripped Harry’s forearms as his body leaned towards Harry’s. “What are you doing to me?” he whispered.

Harry slid his hand in Draco’s robe to rest on his hip, as he pressed his body against his. “Nothing you don’t want Draco,” Harry huskily replied, nuzzling the tempting pulse racing on his neck.

“And what if I don’t want this?” Draco quietly replied.

Harry pulled back to look into Draco’s eyes. “Don’t you?” he asked, thrusting his hips forward to meet an answering hardness.

“Oh . . . gods,” Draco moaned, pushing back. “You’re not playing fair Harry,” he groaned.

“I wasn’t playing Draco,” Harry said, pulling his hips back.

“And you’re not using the vampire allure thing on me?” Draco asked, bringing up his hand to stroke the side of Harry’s face. Harry shook his head. “You wouldn’t force me to do anything?” he asked, brushing his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip, scraping against the tip of a fang.

“Never,” Harry quietly replied, darting out his tongue to lick the blood off Draco’s thumb. He closed his eyes as he brought his hand up to Draco’s wrist, opening his lips for Draco to slip his thumb inside.

“Harry,” Draco moaned, the heat spiraling to his groin as he felt Harry’s tongue swirl around his thumb. He felt the fangs slip into Harry’s gums, then shifted around so Harry’s back was to the wall. He pressed his body against Harry’s in much the same way Harry had him earlier.

“Draco . . . I . . . mmph,” Harry began before his lips were ravaged by Draco’s. His hands went to Draco’s hips to pull him closer. Their moans were muffled as the kiss deepened, their tongues sliding over each other’s. He felt Draco’s warm hands on his stomach, then skimming up his chest. He broke away from the kiss as he arched his neck and his back, grinding his hips forward.

Draco met Harry thrust for thrust, as he leaned in to lick, nip, and suck on Harry’s neck. “Harry,” he moaned, his breath hot against his neck, as his cock pulsed, his cum warm against his skin.

Harry felt Draco’s body tightening against him, smiling faintly when he heard his name breathlessly said against his neck as he came. His hands wrapped around Draco’s lower back, holding him close as he thrust forward one more time, before he too came. He leaned in to kiss the racing pulse, his fangs aching to sink into the skin. He suddenly drew back to lean against the wall, his eyes closed as he tried to regain some semblance of control.

Draco came forward again, placing his hand on Harry’s chest. “Why did you pull away from me?” he asked.

Harry opened his eyes to see Draco’s flushed face, the blond hair tousled from his fingers. “Because I want to taste you so bad right now,” he hoarsely said, letting Draco see his fangs, placing a hand over his on his chest.

Draco reached up to hold his hair away from his neck, tilting his head sideways in invitation. “Go ahead,” he whispered closing his eyes.

Harry brought his hand up, tracing the vein in Draco’s neck with his fingertip. He was so tempted. He could just imagine the feel and taste of Draco’s blood on his tongue. He leaned in to place a wet kiss to his neck, moving up to kiss Draco’s mouth. He saw Draco open his eyes, a look of confusion on his face. “Thank you, but not yet,” Harry smiled. “You’re not ready yet.”

“How will you know when I’m ready?” Draco asked, a little relieved but yet disappointed that Harry didn’t take up on his offer.

“I’ll know,” Harry replied, buttoning up his shirt again, still feeling Draco’s hands on his chest.

“You don’t have to do that up,” Draco smirked, feeling a sense of loss when he saw that tempting skin hidden away again.

“I didn’t even realize you undid it until I felt your hands on my skin,” Harry grinned. “And I do need to do it up, as I have a training session with Severus and Kinsey. You want to come?”

Draco looked down at the wet spot on the front of Harry’s jeans, saw Harry wandlessly wave his hand to clean the spot, as well as his. “Didn’t we already do that?” He smirked.

“Next time there won’t be clothes in the way,” Harry whispered by Draco’s ear, before taking Draco’s hand in his to lead him out of the door.

‘Next time?’ Draco thought to himself, not bothering to hide his grin until they reached the hallway. Once in the hallway, his hand was let go, and Harry sped his steps up so it looked like they weren’t together. Only the people that really knew them, could tell that they had been ‘busy’, by Draco glancing to Harry’s backside more often than once and the still tousled hair, and Harry with a very satisfied grin on his face, not to mention the purpling hickey on his neck.

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