VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Chapter Fourteen


“How are they?” Harry asked as he stepped up to Sirius’s bed, glancing over to Draco’s bed to see Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall working over the still form.

“Sirius is in a healing coma right now. We gave him some nutrient potions as well as some pain relieving potion. We did a thorough scan on him to see that there were no entities that came through with him. There was nothing present. He is malnourished and magically drained. We think he’ll be okay,” Severus sighed, then looked to Lucius who was shaking his head as Pomfrey was talking to him. “Draco . . . is another story,” he sadly added.

Harry went to Draco’s side, picking up the limp hand in his. “Dray?” he whispered. “Why is the wound not healed on his neck?” he asked, turning to face the medi-witch.

“He lost a lot of blood . . . ”

“So give him a blood replenishing potion,” Harry interrupted.

“I tried Harry. There is a type of poison running through his blood stream. The vampire that bit him was infected with a virus, and it’s not letting Draco’s body absorb the potion,” Pomfrey stated.

“This poison . . . would it affect another vampire?” Harry asked, looking at Severus.

“Our blood is pretty pure, and hasn’t been affected by the many potions that Voldemort fed the other vampire. Our blood would fight the poison. It may make you ill for a while, but it wouldn’t be life threatening,” Severus replied, nodding his head in acceptance. “I would have Harry, but I thought you might want to do this yourself.”

Lucius sat on the bed beside Draco, hearing all that Severus had to say. “Harry. I know you care for Draco, as I know he does for you. I don’t want to lose him. He means the world to me Harry,” Lucius hoarsely said, clutching his son’s other hand a little tighter.

“Can I please be alone with him?” Harry softly requested.

Pomfrey put up the curtained partitions around the bed, leading Lucius out of the ward. “Are you sure about this Harry?” Severus asked from behind him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I love him Severus, and I think he would accept this,” Harry replied, looking back at Severus.

Severus leaned over Draco, placed a soft kiss on his godson’s forehead, and looked back up at Harry. “You must drain him completely, then let him drink from you. From your wrist would be the easiest to begin with.”

“Will he in turn drink the poison from me?” Harry asked.

“No. Your blood cells will wipe out the virus naturally,” Severus replied. “There are no guarantees Harry. His body may not accept the change.”

“But if I don’t try, he could die.”

“Kinsey and I will be here when you’re done,” Severus said, leaning down to tenderly brush Draco’s hair from the side of his face before leaving.

Harry bent down to place a soft kiss on the unresponsive lips. “I love you Draco,” he whispered, before he leaned down further to lave Draco’s wound with his tongue, grimacing at the taste of the other vampire. His hand tilted Draco’s neck to the side to get better access, then slowly sank his fangs into the ragged wound, drinking deeply.

He felt Draco’s body shift as the blond moaned in pain. Hands gripped his arms, weakly trying to hold on. “Harry,” Draco rasped with his last breath, the hands falling to the bed.

Harry drank until there was nothing left, the tears falling freely onto the cooling neck. He licked the wound, giving a small smile when the skin drew together. He leaned down again to kiss Draco’s mouth, and placed his mouth on his wrist, a fang slicing in deep. He placed his bleeding wrist to Draco’s mouth, using his other hand to open the slack lips. “Come on, Dray. Drink for me,” he whispered, the pain from the poison going through his body, making him wince with every move.

His wrist bled freely into Draco’s mouth. After a few minutes Harry felt the blond’s lips move against him, weakly sucking onto the skin, slowly gaining strength. He let Draco drink, then pulled his wrist away when he was done. He licked the wound closed, and laid down beside Draco, his head on his love’s shoulder.



Kinsey and Severus entered the infirmary to see that Harry was snuggled against Draco, both of them in a deep sleep.

“I want to take them to the Manor,” Kinsey softly said, reaching out to touch Harry’s fevered head. “Do you think Dumbledore will let them off school for a while? Draco will need to learn how to control his new abilities . . . if the transformation is a success.”

“I’m sure he will allow it,” Severus said. “With Voldemort’s defeat, the school may be a bit of a circus anyway for a few weeks.”

“Harry has his own rooms, and there are instructors that could help them in their lessons so they don’t fall behind. We should bring Sirius with us, as Harry will want to see him when he awakes,” Kinsey said. “Lucius is welcome too. Can you stay for a while also?” she asked. Severus nodded his head in acceptance.

After Albus agreed, and made a Portkey to transport everyone, they soon departed to the Manor. Harry and Draco were placed in Harry’s bed, and Sirius was carefully placed in bed in the room that connected to Harry’s by Severus.

The next day, Hogwarts was swarmed with reporters, eventually leaving disappointed when they couldn’t talk to the Saviour-of-the-Wizarding-World, or get any information how exactly He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named died.

~*~

Draco slowly crept to awareness, his stomach burning. He felt the familiar body beside him. He carefully turned on his side to gaze down at Harry’s pale face. He felt the tips of his new lengthened teeth, then brought his hand up to his neck to feel no wound.

“How do you feel Draco?” Was heard from the foot of the bed.

“Severus?” Draco groggily said. “Where are we?” he asked, looking around the candlelit room.

“We are at Kinsey’s Manor, and in Harry’s room. You’ve been asleep for a few days,” Severus quietly replied, coming to sit on the side of the bed beside Draco.

“Was it . . . Harry that turned me, or the vampire at the Ministry?”

“It was Harry. The other vampire was killed before he could drain you. Are you okay with this?” Severus asked.

“It will take some getting used to,” Draco said, giving Severus a small smile. “But I’m relieved to know that Harry did it.”

“He loves you.”

“I know. I love him too. What happened? Is Father okay?”

“Voldemort is dead,” Severus grinned. “Lucius is here in an induced sleep. He’s been driving us all a little crazy in his worry for you.”

“Why isn’t Harry waking up Severus?” Draco asked, reaching to stroke the side of Harry’s face.

“The vampire at the Ministry had a poison in his system, most likely from the potions that were given to him by Voldemort. Vampires are able to combat poisons fairly well if their blood is pure, but when passed to a human, it can be deadly. We, ourselves, are left feeling nauseous until it leaves us.”

“So I should be dead,” Draco stated.

“You were close Draco. Harry turned you and in turn ingested the poison. He’s been in and out of consciousness since we brought you here, but he is getting better. The poison is almost dissolved in his system,” Severus replied. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay, except for the burning in my stomach.”

“It’s because you need to feed,” Kinsey smiled, coming into the room. She placed both hands at the sides of Draco’s face to look into his eyes. “Good?” she asked.

“Yes. I love him Kinsey. There are no regrets,” Draco reassured.

“Although you should drink from Harry because he sired you, you won’t be able to this time. So, you may drink from me,” Severus said, holding out his arms. “Kinsey needs to give Harry some of her blood to regain his strength.”

Severus quietly instructed Draco on what he needed to do as he held him close, watching as Kinsey sliced her wrist, bringing it to Harry’s lips. After Draco drank until the burning subsided, he licked the wound, but stayed in Severus’s arms. “Thanks, Sev,” he softly said, wrapping his arms around his godfather’s waist.

“He should awaken tomorrow,” Kinsey said, after she licked her wound closed. “He drank by himself this time.”

~*~

Harry woke up, his eyes still closed as he reached out for Draco. Instead his hand was grasped by another. He opened his eyes, not recognizing the hand right away, to see Sirius’s face smiling down at him.

“Sirius!” Harry cried, bolting upright to fling his arms around his neck.

“Harry,” Sirius rasped. “I never thought I’d see you again,” he added, tightening his hold around Harry’s upper body.

“Gods, I’ve missed you Sirius,” Harry whispered against Sirius’s neck, inhaling the freshly washed hair and skin.

“As have I missed you Harry,” Sirius softly replied.

Harry pulled back to get a better look at his godfather. “Are you okay?” he worriedly asked.

“I feel . . . exhausted,” he smiled. “But Severus reassures me I’ll get my strength back.”

“Severus, huh?” Harry smirked.

“How are you Harry? I’ve heard that you have been turned. Are you okay with it? And what’s with Malfoy?” Sirius asked.

“Which one?” Harry grinned.

“Which one what?” Sirius countered.

“Which Malfoy?”

“Both,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“Turns out Lucius was on our side.”

“And the younger one?” Sirius asked.

“Draco is . . . I guess he would be my boyfriend,” Harry grinned.

“You don’t do things the easy way do you Harry?” Sirius smirked. “So, how are you?”

“I’m good Sirius. When I was turned at the beginning of the summer, I fought it, but I’m okay with it now. It helped me defeat Voldemort once and for all . . . with your help,” Harry added.

“I found out I was there for a few years, but time just wasn’t the same. It felt like weeks but an eternity at the same time. The first little while, I was alone, until I met other creatures and people.”

“What was it like?” Harry curiously asked.

“Like an endless maze. You would think you found a way to escape but it would be a dead end. You’d turn around and the way you came was blocked. Frustrating as hell. There was no light. There was no dark. Just grey, like it was cloudy all the time. I wasn’t able to use any magic either. Every once in a while you would hear far off voices . . . echoing off the walls. I would run towards it for it to fade away when I got closer. Then the one day I heard your voice. I ran and ran to get to you until I came across a break in the wall, where the surface rippled. I could see you through it, incanting your spell. I tried to reach out to you, but my hand was blocked. I saw you stab Voldemort with the dagger I left for you, then heard you calling to me again. I reached out again, and was able to reach through to grab Voldemort, hauling him in, snapping his neck . . . which was very gratifying for me,” he grinned, stroking his thumb across Harry’s knuckles.

“I heard that,” Harry said. “What happened to Voldemort?”

“I pulled the dagger from his chest, and could feel the magic humming against my hand. I looked behind me where I dropped Voldemort, to see the giant dogmen haul him away. The dead don’t lay about there. I reached my hand through the wall again; clutching the dagger close to me, then was pulled out by you. Next thing I know I wake up in a warm bed, with Severus bending over me, feeding me his foul potions,” Sirius grimaced.

“So, tell me why you call him Severus,” Harry teased.

“We have been lovers off and on over the years,” Sirius replied.

“But you used to fight all the time,” Harry said.

“Off times,” Sirius smirked. “Making up was always worth the barbs and hexes we threw at each other.”

Harry reached up to brush his fingers down Sirius’s cheek. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” he quietly said.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry’s back again. “I’m not going anywhere Harry,” he whispered by Harry’s ear.

Draco and Severus stood in the doorway, not wanting to intrude on their teary reunion.

“Do you think we should let them know that we know that they’re there?” Sirius whispered.

Severus and Draco heard Sirius, and came further into the room. “Harry?” Draco quietly asked.

“Draco,” Harry smiled, pulling out of Sirius’s embrace after a quick squeeze, then held out his hand for Draco to take.

Draco took Harry’s hand and sat beside him, after Sirius got up. “Are you okay?” he asked by his ear as he wrapped his arms around him.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” Harry asked, pulling back to look into his eyes, seeing the slight colour change in them from the turning. “Beautiful,” he added in a whisper, his eyes following Draco’s tongue as the blond licked his lips.

Draco brought his hand up to cup the side of Harry’s face, his thumb brushing his bottom lip. “I’m more than okay Harry, but I think I need a kiss . . . just to make sure,” he smiled, leaning closer, neither of them noticing when the elder wizards left the room.

“Just a kiss?” Harry softly asked.

“To start with,” Draco replied. “I really want to see what you taste like too.”

“I thought I lost you Dray,” Harry quietly said, looking back up into Draco’s eyes.

“You’re stuck with me now, baby,” Draco smiled, the tip of his fangs showing. “Now, I hear that as a vampire, sex can be amazing,” he added, slowly moving forward until Harry was lying on his back with him lying on top of him.

“Think I could live with that,” Harry huskily replied, running his fingers through the back of Draco’s hair to pull him closer. “Now, kiss me before I bite you,” he grinned.

“Promise?” Draco whispered softly, meeting Harry’s lips.

Their kiss was soft and languid, re-exploring the taste, the feel of each other. Harry’s hands traveled down Draco’s back, feeling the muscles shift as the blond began to move against him. He touched the smooth skin at his waist, slowly moving up, raising the shirt.

Draco reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, reaching down to pull the T-shirt over his head. He closed his eyes, moaning when Harry leaned up to flick his tongue against a nipple. His hands reached for Harry’s shirt, as Harry’s hands went to the drawstring of his loose-fitting lounge pants.

“I want to feel you against me Draco,” Harry huskily said, his warm breath cooling the nipple. His hands went to Draco’s hips, pulling the pants and boxers down, moaning when he saw the hard cock leaking from the top.

Draco felt Harry’s fingertip glide over the head of his cock, and reached down to take Harry’s hand. “Not yet,” he raggedly said, then leaned forward again to press Harry down on the bed.

They both moaned at the skin to skin contact, and the way Draco’s hips moved against Harry as he shimmied his pants down his thighs, then off. Their mouths met in a deep kiss, their tongues meeting in a sensual dance. Harry slid his one leg higher on the back of Draco’s thigh as his hands roamed over the warm lower back.

Draco drew away from the kiss, sliding his lips down to Harry’s chin, across his jaw, to his neck. He licked and sucked on the arched neck, letting the tip of his fangs nick the skin. Hips bucked up against him as he moaned at the first conscious taste of his lover.

“Gods . . . yes . . . more,” Harry moaned, running his hand up to the back of Draco’s neck to pull him closer.

Draco thrust his hips forward, feeling Harry’s cock rub against his through the thin material of Harry’s pajama bottoms. He reached down to push the one side down while Harry pushed on the other. He raised his hips, then moaned against Harry’s neck as their hard lengths met. He pushed against the naked flesh as his fangs slowly pierced the arched neck.

“Ahhh . . . mmmm . . . gods . . . Dray,” Harry panted, thrusting up. The feel of Draco on top of him, the hard cock against his, and the slow draw of his blood at his neck, he was not able to hold back any longer.

Draco felt the wet warmth against his stomach and cock, and quickened his thrusts after withdrawing his fangs from his lover’s neck. “Harry,” Draco groaned, as his release peaked, his cum mixing with Harry’s on their lower bodies.

Harry hooked one of his legs behind Draco’s and shifted around so he now lay on top of Draco. “I love you Draco,” he softly said, looking down at him.

“Love you too, Harry,” Draco quietly replied. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Harry smiled, leaning down to kiss Draco’s chin, slowly moving down his throat.

“For . . . mmmm . . . that feels good . . . for saving . . . me,” Draco said, tilting his head back for Harry to continue his explorations.

“I wasn’t going to let you die Draco,” Harry said, pulling up to look at Draco again.

“Ever the saviour, love,” Draco fondly said, smoothing his hands down Harry’s sides.

“Hmm . . . hmm,” Harry hummed, giving Draco’s mouth a quick kiss before trailing wet kisses down his neck, letting a fang scrape against the skin. He lapped up the blood, tempted for more, but wanting to wait. He smiled against Draco’s collarbone when the blond gave a small whimper of frustration at not being bitten.

Draco looked down and met Harry’s eyes, as his love licked, kissed, and nibbled his way across his chest, slowly moving down to swirl his tongue around a nipple. He felt his cock harden in response, and thrust up against Harry’s stomach. He brought his hand up to pinch the nub of his other nipple, feeling the moan around the other as Harry sucked harder on the nipple. He spread his legs, for Harry to settle between them, telling him without words that he wanted to be filled.

Harry moved to the other reddened nipple and flicked his tongue against the peak, licking the fingers that continued to pinch and pull. His hand slid down Draco’s waist to his hip, then down his leg, to come back up and stop at the hip. His mouth left the nipple to trail lower, licking and kissing haphazardly, lapping up their combined cooled cum.

“Harry . . . please,” Draco panted.

“Please what Dray?” Harry huskily asked, licking the dragon tattoo on Draco’s hip, skimming his fingers through the blond pubic hair.

“Suck me Harry. I want your lips on my cock,” Draco said dirtily.

“Fuck, Dray,” Harry groaned, his cock twitching at the blond’s pleas. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Draco’s cock, swirling his tongue around the engorged head.

Draco bent his head back, hearing a murmured spell, then feeling a slick, hard object tease his hole. He looked down in time to see the head of his cock slip past Harry’s lips, felt his hole slowly being filled. “Oh . . . gods . . . yes,” he moaned.

Harry slowly slid the vibrator that he had reached for earlier inside Draco, not quite pushing it all the way in. He slowly withdrew it, then pushed back in. He kissed his way to the inside of Draco’s thigh, smiling against the warm skin when he heard a frustrated growl from his lover. He licked around the skin, just at the juncture of groin and thigh, slowly biting into the skin, moaning when the crimson blood slid down his throat.

“Harry,” Draco cried out in pleasure, when he felt the fangs sink into his thigh. He felt the lips sucking onto his skin, then reached down to stroke his cock in rhythm with the vibrator that was being thrust inside of him.

Harry drank for a minute more, laved the wound clean as he gripped the base of Draco’s cock to stop him from cumming. He pulled up to look at Draco as he flicked his tongue around the purpled, glistening head of his cock, and kneeled up between Draco’s legs, one hand still gripped around Draco’s cock, the other one thrusting the vibrator in deep.

“Fuck . . . Harry,” Draco groaned, gripping the sheets at his sides. “Let me cum . . . please.”

“Not yet,” Harry huskily said, then thumbed the switch on the vibrator.

“Ahhh . . . Harry,” Draco cried out as the vibrating head hit that sweet spot inside. He arched his back, pushing himself on the vibrator.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look right now?” Harry groaned, watching his lover writhe on the bed.

Draco reached down with both hands, pulling his knees to his chest, wanting, needing more. He felt the vibrator stop, slowly slipping out of him. He opened his eyes when he felt the bed shift, then something else nudge his hole.

Harry teased the hole with his lubricated cock, then pushed in, both moaning at the feel of each other in them, and around them. Harry braced his arms on either side of Draco, the blond’s knees hooked behind his elbows. He slowly drew back, plunging back in deep and hard.

Harry looked down into Draco’s lust glazed eyes. “I want to see you cum Dray. I want to feel you milk my cock dry as I cum inside of you,” he huskily said against Draco’s lips as he slammed in again . . . and again.

“Harry,” Draco whimpered against Harry’s lips, his moan when he came muffled by Harry’s kiss.

Harry felt the inner channel grip him tight, squeezing his orgasm out of him. He grinded against Draco as he lifted one arm at a time for Draco’s legs to slide down his side, then his legs. The kiss gentled as they came down from their orgasmic high.

“Love you,” Harry softly said after pulling away from the kiss.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “Love you too,” he tiredly said by Harry’s ear.

Harry slipped out of Draco, smiling against the blond’s neck, when he didn’t let go. He shifted onto his back, bringing Draco with him to sprawl half on top of him. He spelled them both clean, covered them with the blanket before the last couple hours caught up with them and they drifted off to sleep, their arms and legs clinging possessively to each other.


“You think we should mention silencing spells to them tomorrow?” Sirius quietly asked, after hearing the declaration of love from the two young men.

“If they wake up tomorrow?” Severus smirked, reaching out to pull Sirius against him on the bed.

“Who would have thought that Draco was a screamer?” Sirius grinned, snuggling into his lover’s side.

Harry smiled to himself, hearing the whispered words in the next room, then tightened his hold on his blond vampire as he joined him in sleep.

tbc (almost done)