VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Chapter Twelve


Harry sat in the Room of Requirement with Kinsey, Stryder, and Severus, waiting for the students to come for the Defense meeting. He sat cross-legged on the desk, the dagger that Sirius had given to him before he went through the veil clutched tightly in his hand.

Severus was talking with Kinsey about what would be discussed at the meeting, watching as Harry balanced the dagger on the palm of his hand by the sharpened point. After several years of teaching the young Gryffindor, he knew when he was plotting or planning something by the look in his eyes.

“What are you up to Potter?” Severus asked, stopping the conversation around him.

“Is the veil still in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry?” Harry asked.

“As far as I am aware,” Severus replied. “Why?”

“Has anyone ever actually come back from the veil?”

“No,” Severus replied.

“Would it be possible?” Harry asked, seeing something in Severus’s eyes like a flicker of pain.

“What are you thinking Harry?” Kinsey asked.

“What if we had something belonging to someone that’s in there . . . to kind of pull them back?” Harry said, looking at the dagger. “This belonged to Sirius since he went to school here. I’m sure part of his magical signature still lingers on it.”

“There may be something in our libraries,” Kinsey said.

“What does Voldemort know of the veil?” Harry asked.

“He hasn’t mentioned much of it,” Lucius replied.

“Mentioned what?” Draco asked, coming into the room, walking over to Harry to give him a kiss on the mouth. “Hi,” he softly said.

“Harry’s asking about the veil and if someone could be pulled back from it,” Kinsey said.

“Aren’t they dead when they’re in there?” Draco asked.

“They’re not really dead, just . . . in between,” Lucius supplied.

“We might have some information in the library back at home,” Draco said, looking at his father.

“Most of the books contain dark magic. Are you ready to cast a dark spell, Potter?” Lucius sneered, still a bit put out that he had bitten his son.

“Yes. I’m expected to kill Voldemort and I won’t be using light magic to do that,” Harry smirked, sheathing the dagger in his side holster.



The students slowly started to come into the room, halting their discussion. Harry waited until they were all seated in the chairs provided before standing before them.

“The training so far has gone well, and I feel very confident that we’ll finish this once and for all. The Professors and I have gone through what your strengths are and where you’ll be the best suited. There will be three groups. Two groups will be with me at the Ministry, and the other will remain here at the school with the Professors in case there’s an attack here. The group here is just as important as there are several Death Eater wanna-bes among the students that may take advantage of the situation with the Headmaster and Severus not here,” Harry stated.

“Why two groups with you?” Blaise asked.

“I plan on using the veil to defeat Voldemort, pulling him into it . . . hopefully with the help of Sirius, then destroying it.”

“But Harry, Sirius is gone,” Ron said.

“And won’t the Ministry have something to say about you destroying the veil?” Seamus asked.

“I believe Sirius can be brought out using something that once belonged to him. There are a few resources we need to check out more. As for the veil, it should be destroyed anyway. I’m working out the details but if anyone has suggestions, I’ll gladly listen to them. The number one priority is to protect ourselves, then get rid of Voldemort. The groups that are to be with me, I want them to learn to strengthen their shields. I know it may seem selfish of me, but if he’s not dead, I want to bring him back. He’s my family, and it just feels . . . like he’s not dead,” Harry said, smiling when he felt Kinsey reach out to hold his hand.

“Now, I know a few of you may be wondering who the woman and blond here are,” Harry smirked, standing between them. “They have helped me in so many ways, made me stronger so I feel confident that I can defeat Voldemort. Blondie here is Stryder. The gorgeous woman to my right is Kinsey. They are vampires.”

Kinsey waited until the whispers quieted down before stepping forward. “Vampires have been on Voldemort’s hit list for a few years now. Normally we would stay neutral, but he pissed off a few too many of us by killing or turning our loved ones to his side. His goal with us was immortality, which is just plain myth. We die, and live, just like you all do.”

“Except you need blood,” Pansy interrupted.

“Yes, we do. But what not many seem to realize is that we don’t need to drain the person. Right Harry?” Stryder grinned.

Harry waited until everyone stopped talking. “Nice way to break it to them Stryder,” Harry said, showing a hint of fang.

“How long have you been a vampire, Harry?” Seamus asked.

“Since the beginning of summer. Kinsey turned me, against my will at first, but now I count as a blessing.”

“Who do you drink blood from?” Pansy asked.

“Kinsey, Stryder, Remus Lupin a time or two, and once from my boyfriend,” Harry grinned, looking towards Draco.

More speculative chatter. “You’re just full of surprises Potter,” Blaise remarked, raising a brow towards Draco.

“When I drink from a person, I don’t need much and I don’t turn that person when I drink from them. The only way to turn someone is if blood is exchanged. They need to drink some of my blood to be turned, and for me to drain them. My abilities are stronger when I drink from a vampire, so most times I drink from Stryder and Kinsey,” Harry stated.

“I’ve read that vampires can mesmerize a person to do what they want them to do. Why not just have Voldemort kill himself?” Dean asked.

“It is true that I can mesmerize a person to do what I want,” Harry began, then heard the quiet cough from Lucius. “But I’ve never used it. If a person is strong minded . . . like Voldemort, it’s not that easy.”

“Does Voldemort know that you are a vampire?” Ginny asked.

“No, and he won’t find out until the time he dies,” Harry replied, looking them all in the eye. “You probably felt a tingle of magic when you entered,” several nods from around the room. “You will be unable to discuss any of this outside of this room. Any other questions?”

“Do you need blood donors? I’ve heard that vampires sometimes have them,” Seamus asked.

“You offering Seamus?” Harry smirked.

“Yeah, I trust you, and I’ve heard that it can be very erotic,” Seamus suggestively said.

“He doesn’t need any other donors,” Draco spoke up, glaring at the Gryffindor Irishman.

“Jealous much, Malfoy?” Seamus smirked.

“Back off Irish,” Draco snarled, getting up.

“All right then,” Harry shouted, walking over to kiss Draco’s cheek. “Now that’s all out in the open, I just want to say that I’m still Harry. Me being a vampire doesn’t change me . . . well, not much anyway. Today, I want to work on shielding charms, and notice-me-not charms.”



For the next couple of hours, the students practiced their shielding charms with Lucius, Severus, and Harry hexing against them to see how strong they were. Over half of them were reflected or absorbed into the shields. They also worked on the notice-me-not charms, replicating charms to project an image of oneself somewhere else in the room, and on stronger immobilizing spells. Kinsey and Stryder also wandered the room, helping where they could, and also letting Harry’s classmates and friends see that they were working with them, and not their next lunch.


Afterwards, Harry asked Blaise, Pansy, Hermione, and Ron to stay behind after everyone else left. He transfigured the chairs into couches, inviting them to sit. It was not missed the way that Draco sat close beside Harry, and reached to hold his hand.

“The reason I asked you four to stay is to ask a favor, and I want to know if you’re okay with Draco and I being together. You are our closest friends. We haven’t been together long, but I think we’re good together,” Harry said, stroking his fingers over Draco’s knuckles.

“Even if you don’t like us being together, it’s not your life, it’s ours, “ Draco said, looking at Ron and Hermione, knowing Blaise and Pansy would be okay with it. “I’ve liked Harry for a while now, and nothing you say or do will change that.”

“Really? How long?” Harry asked, turning to look at Draco fully.

“Over a year,” Blaise replied for the blond.

“Potter this . . . Potter that . . . did you see what Potter did,” Pansy mimicked, laughing as she saw Draco’s face flush in embarrassment.

“That sounds vaguely familiar, doesn’t it Ron?” Hermione grinned.

“Now it will be worse,” Ron groaned. “We’ll be hearing about their intimate relations now.”

“I for one will be glad to hear it,” Hermione smiled. “After all, what are friends for?”

“I personally would like to see them together,” Pansy sighed.

“That would be hot,” Blaise agreed.

“Or seeing one of them on their knees,” Hermione added.

“Or Harry on his hands and knees . . . ” Pansy added.

Harry and Draco looked at each other; both of their brows raised as they listened to their friends fantasize about them . . . well besides Ron. He just looked at the lot like they had gone mental.

“Are you three done?” Draco smirked. “You two, I’m not surprised,” he said, motioning to Blaise and Pansy, “but you, Granger, kind of surprised me.”

“Not me,” Harry laughed. “We’ve talked about a lot of things over the years.”

“A closet pervert,” Pansy nodded approvingly. “We must compare notes sometime Granger.”

“If you’re done giving us ideas, I’d like to talk to you about the other thing I asked you to stay for. I need help researching ways to bring Sirius back through the veil. Pansy, Blaise, I thought you could help Draco search through the Malfoy library. That way if one of Voldemort’s lackeys comes, it won’t look out of place. Hermione and Ron, I’d like for us to search through the libraries at home, at the vampire colony. I also want to search for spells to bind the soul to the dying body so it can’t escape. It’s Hogsmeade tomorrow, I thought we could do it then. I’m sure we could get permission,” Harry said.

“You’ll need Portkeys Harry,” Hermione said, as she was taking notes. “If we can get Sirius out, he may need medical attention right away.”

“I want to have Portkeys made for everyone that goes with me to the Ministry,” Harry replied.

“We should make sure that the spell we use to bring Sirius back won’t bring anything else back with him,” Ron suggested.

“You said you wanted to destroy the veil,” Pansy started. “Do you want it to disappear, or blast it to pieces?”

“Blast it. I don’t want it to come back,” Harry said.

“You’re going to need a lot of power and energy for what you want to do,” Ron said.

“I plan on drinking from Kinsey before I go . . . if I can. Her blood helps give my magical abilities a boost since she is my Siress.”

Blaise noticed that Draco wasn’t putting that much input into the conversation, but instead was looking intently at Harry, his hands fidgeting on his lap. “We can get on that, no problem,” he said, getting up. “We’ll just go to the library now,” he added, motioning for the others to get up also.

The other three then noticed the glazed look in Draco’s eyes and got up, with Ron and Blaise pulling a reluctant Pansy and Hermione behind them. “Well, that was sudden,” Harry smirked, looking at Draco. “Dray?”

Draco got off the couch, kneeling on the floor, his hands slid up Harry’s jean-clad thigh, spreading them as he leaned forward, his hands continuing up to his chest. “You know . . . I think it’s my turn,” he huskily said, gripping the front of Harry’s button down shirt.

“To do what?” Harry softly asked, leaning in for a kiss.

“My turn,” Draco began, gripping Harry’s shirt to rip it open, the buttons flying every which way. “To make you beg for more,” he finished, reaching up to grasp the back of Harry’s neck to pull him closer.

Harry moaned into the kiss as he felt Draco’s hands on his hip, pulling him to the edge of the cushion. His cock hardened even more as he felt an answering hardness grinding against him. Warm hands were gliding over his chest, fingers pinching his nipples relentlessly.

Harry broke from the kiss, throwing his head back. “Oh . . . gods . . . Dray,” he moaned, arching his neck as Draco leaned in to nibble and suck on the heated skin.

As Draco was marking his way down Harry’s neck, and across the collarbone, his hand skimmed down the trembling stomach muscles to quickly undo Harry’s jeans, while the other hand palmed his erection. “You are so hard Harry,” Draco huskily said, looking up to see Harry looking down at him, pressing harder on his swollen cock. “I’m going to make you scream my name Harry, as I take you in my mouth, then when I bury myself deep inside of you. Would you like me to taste you? Let you cum down my throat? Would you let me fuck you senseless?” he hoarsely asked, his lips ghosting over one of Harry’s abused nipples.

“Yes . . . please . . . ” Harry groaned, bucking his hips into Draco’s hand.

Draco smiled against the nipple as he swirled his tongue around the nub, his hands going to the waist of Harry’s jeans to pull them down his hips.

Harry lifted his hips, his leaking hard cock pressing against Draco’s stomach as the blond’s lips trailed down his chest and stomach. He felt Draco’s hands on his lower legs, pushing the jeans down then off, then his socks, not realizing when his shoes had come off. His legs spread more, the one going around Draco’s waist while the other was guided over Draco’s shoulder. He looked down when he felt Draco’s mouth leave his body, then moaned his lover’s name as the blond gripped the base of his cock, slowly pumping the hardened flesh.

Draco was so hard; his cock ached to be inside of Harry. He swiped his tongue over the head of Harry’s glistening cock. He moaned at the taste, then looked up as he wrapped his lips around the crown, swirling his tongue around the engorged head. His hand went to Harry’s hip as he took him deeper.

“More . . . gods . . . more . . . please,” Harry panted, his one hand gong to the back of Draco’s head, while the other grasped Draco’s on his hip. ‘Feels . . . so good,’ he hissed in Parseltongue.

Draco lunged down, sucking deep and hard, after hearing Harry slip into Parseltongue. He guided Harry’s hand to his own length as his hands went to his jeans, stripping them off quickly as his mouth devoured Harry’s cock, his lips moving up and down, his tongue pressing, swirling, around the hard flesh.

Harry thrust his hips up, meeting Draco’s lips as he squeezed and pumped the base of his cock. He felt Draco’s fingers slide over his shaft, then the slickened finger tease his entrance. He threw his head back, crying out Draco’s name when he felt the finger slip inside, urging his orgasm out of him. His hand tangled into the back of Draco’s hair, holding him in place as he shot his cum down Draco’s throat.

Draco licked Harry clean, his finger joined by another as he thrust them into Harry’s tight hole. He felt the tug on his hair, then drew back to have his mouth taken by Harry’s hungry kisses. He felt a fang nick his lip, moaning into the kiss as Harry’s tongue lapped up the blood.

Draco pulled back from the kiss. “Turn around,” he huskily said, withdrawing his fingers from Harry, to run his hands over his backside as Harry shifted to kneel on the floor in front of him.

Harry felt Draco’s body press against his back. He pushed back against the blond’s cock, as he felt lips and teeth on the side of his neck and hands on his stomach and hip. The kisses were traveling down the center of his back, as a hand guided him to lean down. He felt his cock harden again as wet lips slid across his backside, groaning out loud when he felt teeth scrape against him. Hands were soon spreading him open, warm breath and then a tongue teasing his puckered hole.

“Yesss . . . more,” Harry hissed, reaching up to grip the back of the couch as he pushed his hips back.

Draco darted his tongue into Harry, the whimpers and the hissing coming from Harry urging him on. He withdrew his tongue to lick around the hole, pulling back to watch it spasm before he then plunged back in again, and again. He murmured a lubrication spell to be sure, straightened up and positioned his cock at Harry’s wet hole. He eased just the head in, letting Harry adjust, before pressing inside in one slow movement, not stopping until his balls were flush against him. “Fuck . . . so tight,” he groaned, holding still.

“Please . . . Draco . . . need you . . . need more,” Harry panted, reaching for the hand on his hip.

Draco pulled back about half way, then began to fuck him more roughly, both moaning in pleasure. His hands glided up Harry’s back to his shoulders, gripping them as he pulled down and thrust up. He set a deep, fast pace, their bodies glistening with sweat in the torchlight. He felt Harry’s muscles tighten around his cock, his tight reined control breaking as he shuddered through his climax, emptying himself into his lover.

Harry felt Draco lay his body down against his back, and a hand slid down his chest to hold him close. He whispered a cleaning spell to dry the cum from the couch, then tucked his arm in to hold Draco’s hand against his chest.

“Remind me to thank them,” Harry breathlessly said, turning his head to then get a kiss on his cheek in return.

“Stay with me tonight, Harry,” Draco softly said by his ear.

Harry turned his upper body so he could see Draco. His heart raced as he saw the raw emotion in the blond’s eyes. He felt Draco slowly pull out of him, missing the full feeling already. He turned and faced Draco, as he sat back on the couch, pulling him on his lap.

“Do you know how long I’ve dreamt about you?” Harry softly asked, reaching up to trace his fingers down the flushed neck. Draco shook his head. “I used to dream about a man, how we made love, how I’d nibble on the tattoo on his hip,” he said, looking down at the dragon on Draco’s hip. “I was never able to see the face, just hear your moans or see your body reach up to mine.”

“How long?” Draco asked, combing his fingers through the side of Harry’s hair.

“I’ve always been attracted to you, but since I was turned the dreams became more . . . intense and erotic. I happened to come across you in the Slytherin showers one night. Gods . . . I could still see you clearly when I close my eyes. You were beautiful . . . wet, hard . . . and when I saw the tattoo, everything kind of fell in place.”

“It was you that left the scratches in the wall?” Draco quietly asked.

“Yes, it was all I could do not to approach you, to taste you that night.”

“You should have,” Draco smirked. “It was you I was thinking about when I came.”

Harry transfigured the couch to a bed, then lay back against the pillows. “Well, maybe we’ll have to re-enact that particular night,” he grinned, pulling the blanket over their spent bodies, tightening his arm around Draco’s back as he snuggled into his side.

“You can bet on that,” Draco tiredly replied, kissing Harry’s neck as he entangled his legs around Harry’s and pressing even closer against his side. “Goodnight, my lion,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, my only,” Harry softly replied, kissing the top of Draco’s head before following the blond into sleep.

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