In the Dark

Days and Weeks After

Harry felt cool hands sliding up his legs first, and then over his hips as his eyes fluttered closed. He arched as they danced over his nipples, and he tried to reach up and touch those hands. But his wrists were still strapped down, and he tugged and jerked to get them free. It didn’t help. A familiar chuckle tickled his ear though as the cool hands traced over his skin teasing him. Feather touches moved down towards his hardened prick as a mouth brushed the base of his neck. Blond hair moved at the edge of his vision as a tongue licked his neck, then he felt the scrape of fangs and pushed himself up so they could pierce him again. But he couldn’t move far enough up and he whimpered as the fangs stayed still against his neck while his body strained to get closer.

Harry woke up with a jerk as he fell back against the bed. His breath came out in quick gasps as he realised that he was still in the hospital. He tried to swallow, but his mouth felt dry and his face warm. His body felt like it was covered in sweat and he squirmed uncomfortably. He wanted to feel Draco bite him, and twisted around anxiously as he feared it wouldn’t happen again. He liked the way it had felt and longed for Draco’s hands to touch him once more, to have Draco inside him.

He groaned and squirmed as the room seemed too hot and the covers too tight around him. Harry's body longed for touch and release, but he was still strapped down. His movements got smaller and slower as time wore on until he was lying still once again.

Breakfast arrived not long afterwards with a woman in blue robes. She wasn’t the same one as before, and this one didn’t say anything as she watched him try to eat. He drank the water easily, but the food still seemed difficult. Harry pushed himself to eat more than he had before, but found himself just going through the motions of chewing and swallowing. He wasn’t hungry and none of the food tasted good either. Rubbing his wrists before he lay back down, Harry noticed red lines and marks around them. He knew the marks were from struggling in the restraints the Healers had thought necessary. Of course, he knew he didn't need them, but he would have a hard time arguing that if they noticed he hadn't been able to lay still in them. He hoped the Healers would think nothing of the marks while he felt his wrists being bound back down, and watched as the woman left with food.

Ron and Hermione both came to visit. They didn't push him to tell more about his experience, instead filling him in on what had happened in his absence, including the very public search to find him. He could tell they were worried about him but he didn't know what else to say to reassure them.

Between the potions and spells, he had more strength and the wounds were gone by the time he was released after a week. It also helped that he forced himself to eat as much hospital food as they gave him. He did this to try and prove his appetite was back, and he noticed this action received positive reactions. The Healers weren't sure what long term effects there would be but they were at least satisfied that he wasn't becoming a vampire.

Harry took a deep breath as he finally Floo’d into his own house. He had a nagging suspicion that they would have someone keeping tabs on him, and wondered how long it would take for them to give up on finding the vampire. He hoped Draco would seek him out again, but he wasn’t about to lead anyone to the man either. He was going to wait before he approached Draco. He needed to find out where the man was first, and then make sure no one was or could follow him. Harry also wanted to be sure it was because he wanted to go back to Draco, and not just because of how much he missed being bitten.

Walking around the familiar house, Harry felt oddly out of place. It seemed empty now, and it didn’t really feel like his anymore. He tried to shake off the feeling as he stepped into the bathroom for a shower. They had used Cleaning Charms on him while he was at the hospital, but it just wasn’t the same. It didn’t refresh him quite the same and he still felt slightly dirty.

He thought absently about how much smaller his shower was than Draco’s. His hands wandered over his body lathering the soap on water-slickened skin. He liked how that shower had seemed big enough for two, and wished he had asked for Draco to join him in there. He chuckled though at the thought of trying to do anything like that while not being able to see. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to stay standing without slipping on the tile, but he grinned as he imagined what they could have done while he was kneeling or sitting in that shower. His hand stroked his prick now as he thought about Draco in the shower with him; the water running over him as his hand moved quickly. His body was trembling as he braced himself with his other arm.

He could feel longing spread throughout him as he thought of Draco’s body touching him, cool lips kissing him. Tingles brushed his skin and he moaned loudly in his pleasure as his hand kept up the pace, but he stayed forever on the edge. He was unable to get the final push over and orgasm. He growled in frustration when he finally gave up, turning the water to cold before rinsing off quickly.

He ended up reading the Daily Prophet to try to get his mind off Draco. His eyes searched the paper for hints of the man anyway. He didn’t find anything helpful, and after a while he headed to bed as the words started blurring together.

Harry heard the voice first as he sat up looking around his bedroom. He could see Draco smirking as he stood at the foot of his bed dressed in his old school robes. Harry licked his lips as he sat up and crawled forward, watching the smug look on Draco’s face. He shivered as the air in the room touched his skin. He didn’t remember going to sleep naked, but he was now. He didn’t care though. He just thought Draco had too many clothes on as he finally stood up in front of Draco, who leant down and whispered in his ear. He couldn’t make out the words though as his body curved closer, not able to get enough contact. Draco’s hands held his arms at his sides as they moved down pinning his wrists behind him.

Harry's breath caught before he was turned and pushed down on the bed. His feet were still on the floor while his torso was pressed into the mattress. Draco stepped closer keeping one hand clasped around Harry’s wrists as he knocked Harry’s legs open wider with his foot.

Draco’s robe brushed against Harry’s arse sending a rush of anticipation through Harry. He wriggled closer to Draco in response while his body ached.

Harry could almost feel Draco inside him already as he trembled and jerked up. Draco wasn’t in the room with him. Harry was sleeping alone in his pyjamas. He leant back on his palms as his chest heaved up and down with each breath. He didn’t know how much longer these dreams would last, but he hated how real they felt. They only seemed to tease and made the wait before he saw Draco again that much harder. It did however give him fuel to search for clues as to what Draco had been up to.

The weeks passed by in a haze. At first, Harry didn’t leave Grimmauld Place much at all. He read the newspapers and magazines for gossip about the Malfoys. He knew Lucius had died in Azkaban, killed by another Death Eater, about a year after the final battle at Hogwarts. But Harry didn't know what had happened to Narcissa or Draco after that. Until he had figured out that the vampire was Draco, he hadn't given much thought to any of the Malfoys in years.

Harry eventually left the house more and more. He made himself go to more than one place when he went out, and tried to give the impression that he was feeling better. One of his stops was Malfoy Manor and he unfortunately found the place was locked up and abandoned. He wouldn’t be surprised if they had more houses or land, but he didn’t know how to find out where they were.

His days were filled with easing the minds of those who thought they knew him. He wanted people to think that he was getting back into the swing of things and would be back to work in only a short period of time. He talked about how he enjoyed the sabbatical, and was taking the time to let his strength build back up. Never mind that he was eating less and less and his sleep was something else entirely. If he did manage to get some he only woke up drenched in sweat and more exhausted.

His nights were filled with seeking for the one who knew him best. He took up to haunting every shadowy corner as he searched out the quiet spots and waited for a whisper or a breeze that might let him know that he wasn't alone. Days bled into nights as Harry felt the need within him rising and his only hope of satisfying that need was somewhere out there. The urge to be with Draco only seemed to grow, as the pain dulled slightly. He wasn’t sure though if it was because he had just become used to it or if it actually did hurt less. He didn’t let it show though, and he listened always for a mention of Draco or the Malfoys in general.

The dreams were the worst. In the first few days home he only imagined Draco in his sleep. If imagined was the word for it. The illusions felt so real and vivid that he always ended up wishing he hadn't been woken. However, then he started to see Draco when he was awake. He thought he had drifted off the first few times when he would hear a whisper or see a glimpse on the edge of his vision. Yet, those moments happened more and more, never letting him get a proper look at Draco when he was conscious, and when he was asleep the sensations were overwhelming and completely frustrating as he woke up alone. He didn't know how one person could consume so much of his thoughts, but he couldn't fight it. He wanted so desperately to see, touch, and taste Draco again that anything else was but a shadow of what he needed and he couldn't stop searching until he found the man.