Claimed

Authors Note: Many, many, many thanks to Robert for his beta work on this chapter. He made tons of good suggestions which I incorporated into this chapter!

Chapter 19 Don’t Sleep to Dream

The world closed in on Draco as Harry left him alone in their chamber to address Snape’s sudden appearance. The man had seemed insistent, and something about the way he held himself worried Draco slightly, but he knew that Harry could handle himself easily enough against the Potions Master if it came to it.

He let his hand rest against his still flat belly as he pondered how drastically his life, or rather un-death, had changed in such a short period of time. Just a few months ago he had been an only child attending the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry known to man. He was planning to join in the family business of dark artifact importation and start a proper family with a wife and children.

How quickly his plans had fallen to the wayside when he met Harry.

Now he had a friend, a brother, a husband and a mate, and soon Harry would be the father of their child.

How in Merlin’s name was he supposed to have a child?

Aside from it being a painful and physical impossibility, how was he, a bloodsucking vampire, supposed to raise an infant. Even with Harry’s help he had no idea how such things were done. What if he attacked it, or what if he was too harsh when he handled it and broke its fragile bones?

He couldn’t even stop calling the baby ‘it’!

Would their child be a human, a vampire, or something in between? Would it look like him or like Harry or a cross of both traits? Would it be a boy or a girl? So many questions loomed in his mind begging to be answered, but Draco didn’t really think he cared what the answer to any of them was as long as the baby had Harry’s eyes.

It was easy to imagine he and Harry playfully chasing a tiny green-eyed girl through the Malfoy Manor gardens. She would have thick blonde ringlets and soft rosy cheeks and she would be wearing a frilly blue lace dress that no doubt Narcissa would have clothed her in.

Harry would gloat over her and spoil her rotten while Draco would need to be the more sensible parent, making sure she attended to her studies as much as she played.

He could imagine having picnics in the garden, their whole family gathered for sandwiches and tea while the roses bloomed and left their heady aroma lingering all around them.

But the beautiful picture he painted began to slowly fade as he realized that if they were in the garden it would have to be night, and it wasn’t proper for a young girl to play at outdoors at night. Also this would all depend on being able to escape the underground passages of Sugarloaf Mountain and being able to return to Malfoy Manor in the first place.

He didn’t want his child born underground, and he didn’t want her to be forced to live without sunlight just because they were.

A few minutes later found Draco watching the door impatiently, waiting for his mate to return to him and explain how such an impossible thing could be occurring inside his body and what in Merlin’s name they were going to do about it. Once nearly half an hour had passed and there was still no sign of Harry’s return, he went to the door only to find the corridor empty.

If Draco’s heart could beat, it would have been beating furiously in his chest at the idea of Harry going missing without explanation.

It wasn’t like Harry to leave his side for any reason, but then again, what if he was spooked by the news that Draco was with child? What if he had only been pretending to be excited and was actually disgusted by the thought of it?

He tried to reach out, search for Harry’s mind, but he hadn’t been very good at that before and could usually only hear Harry when he projected directly into Draco’s mind. Even so, the haunting silence that met him when he searched out for his love made him shiver.

As he made his way around the corner, a sharp crunch met his ears and he looked down to see a cracked vial on the cobblestone floor. He held it up to the light of the torches and could see the last vestiges of a luminescent green potion.

His mind immediately returned to Snape, who was the only person Harry trusted enough to leave Draco’s side with. He thought for a moment the Potions Master had finally found a moment to slip Harry his love potion. However, a quick sniff at the liquid brought him images of hellebore and Venus flytrap resin, both ingredients that would knock out even a vampire for a long sleep.

Just how Snape managed to give Harry the potion, and more importantly how it worked on a vampire was still out of reach. He thought he could smell orange essence, which was known to increase blood circulation in humans and that paired with the jasmine flower might have been enough to get the toxin flowing through Harry’s veins, but the ‘why’ continued to elude him.

Knowing Snape as he did though, he could easily imagine the man changing allegiances. Just the brief snippets of the man’s mind he had heard recently were riddled with anger and feelings of betrayal over his and Harry’s bonding.

It was the only thing that made sense, as the Council already had Harry under their thumb and would have no reason to drug him and steal him away. And there was only one man who wanted Harry as much as the Council.

King Crispan.

He ran with an otherworldly swiftness to the Council, pleading for entry as he formulated his plan to storm the golden castle.

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Harry woke up to the sound of silence.

Just the act of waking up after not a wink of sleep in months was jarring enough, but he had no idea where he was or how he got there.

The gliding sound of tapping footfalls reached his ears and he recalled at once what had happened.

Snape had drugged him and kidnapped him.

But to what purpose?

Then the smell of arrogance and power assaulted his senses and he knew at once it was King Crispan, making the whole plot unfold before him. Snape had turned traitor and stolen him for the king.

He sat up – or rather, tried to sit up – but found himself bound securely to a thick wooden structure. He tried to tear the binds, but his strength was a tenth of what it should be, as if he were mortal again.

The thought of that made him at once both elated and angry. He would give much to be able to live a proper mortal life with his love, walk through the gardens and raise their children.

Children.

His beautiful mate was pregnant with their child, probably wondering what had happened to him, probably worried sick, and knowing Draco as he did, probably thinking of doing something drastic. He tried to open that connection to his beloved, tried to listen to his mind, call out to him to let Draco know what had happened, but there was no thread connecting them: no golden cord to tether their minds together.

Harry growled as he heard Snape approach, his eyes narrowed in focus to try and disintegrate the evil traitor on the spot, but nothing happened. Even reverted back to a mortal he should have his magic.

Crispan laughed from the doorway making Harry’s skin crawl. “Foolish as you are I’ll still have you as mine,” he said.

“How am I foolish?” Harry asked, rising to the bait.

“You’re not mortal, your powers have just been dampened so that you cannot harm me or my helpful servant,” he replied, gesturing toward a very glowing Snape.

“I’ll kill you both,” Harry hissed, pulling against his bonds.

“You could, but by the time our king is finished with you, you’ll rather kiss me for this,” Snape laughed.

“Clearly you’re just as delusional as he is,” Harry scoffed, but Snape only shrugged elegantly as Crispan approached him.

At that, Harry realized for the first time that he was nude, and that the wooden frame he was bound to was in fact a bed.

Crispan shed his robes, revealing a young taut body despite his many years, but Harry looked away, never caring to set eyes on anyone but his mate.

The king growled and pulled Harry’s face to look up at him and kissed him roughly.

When the king finally released his face, Harry jerked to the side and spat, trying to clear his mouth of the taste of the king’s lips. “You’re not Draco.”

“In a moment you will far prefer me to that insignificant infant,” the king replied, seemingly assured of the fact.

“And how do you propose to sever me from my bond? It’s not possible,” Harry scoffed.

“It is possible, and only too easy to do,” the king noted. “Just three bites. One on the throat, one over the heart, and one on the inner thigh and you will belong to me; mind, body and soul.”

Harry felt his eyes go wide as something cold dropped in his stomach. Was it true? Was it really that easy?

“It will be easier of course if we were to dispatch of Draco, but if you cooperate, we need not hurt your lover,” the king promised.

Taking a deep – yet unnecessary – breath he nodded, thinking he would do anything to keep Draco from being harmed. “Get on with it then,” he muttered.

The king smiled warmly and ran his hands over Harry’s bare flesh causing him to shiver with disgust. “Just bite me dammit, you’re not going to seduce me into joining you.”

With a violent snarl the king bit into Harry’s neck making him wince in pain while Crispan tore at his throat and thrust against him. He could feel the king’s lust boiling over into his mind even though he was heavily shielding his actual thoughts from Harry. The images flashing through his mind made him want to retch.

When he pulled back, Crispan’s lips were covered in blood, but Harry could already feel the skin of his throat weaving back together. “Nothing yet,” he mocked with a smug grin.

With a similar snarl the king bit into Harry’s chest cavity, just over his heart and the pain from it made Harry writhe in what the king mistook for pleasure. With a free hand the king stroked Harry’s side and let his trailing fingers hover just over Harry’s exposed and flaccid cock.

Again he pulled away, mouth coated with Harry’s blood, but this time the brunette could actually watch the skin of his chest knit back together. Snape watched too, his eyes alight at the display.

The king followed Harry’s gaze and frowned at Snape, obviously hearing the other man’s lurid thoughts as clearly as Harry could, if not better. “Leave us,” he ordered.

“But, sir,” Snape stuttered, but the king held up a steady hand.

“The next bit requires my complete concentration as I have to merge my life force with his to create a new bond. His body must react to me as it currently does for Draco,” the king said.

“What if something goes wrong,” Snape protested.

“I’ve done this dozens of times,” the king spat waving him off, and Harry knew that the council’s words were true in that moment. The king kept making mates for himself and then killing them off when he grew tired of them or when they disagreed with him. “Nothing will go wrong,” he finished and sent Snape from the room.

“Don’t be surprised when your body begins to crave mine,” the king told Harry in a low and what Harry was sure he meant to be seductive voice. “You’ll want me to fuck you right away,” he assured him, and Harry shuddered thinking of Draco and when he changed him and how he immediately wanted Harry to take him.

Then he thought of Draco’s beautiful body, and slick platinum hair, his smoldering gray eyes and that smirk he got when he was thinking naughty things. Then his mind wandered to his child, their child, the one that right now Draco carried within him and his heart melted.

He was still thinking of Draco and his immense love for the boy when Crispan bit him for the third and final time, just in the crease of his leg, the king’s face so close to his groin that his golden hair brushed along his cock.

This time the teeth sinking into his flesh didn’t hurt though, he felt like he was floating above the world, leaving it all behind him. Then his body began to tense, his muscles jerking uncontrollably and breaking one of the binds.

As the spasms began to cease, the world came spinning into Harry’s vision to assault him once more, and he looked up into the glowing face of the king.

A slow smile curled on Harry’s lips as he looked up into Crispan’s sharp expectant eyes and he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

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Authors Note: oh no...did it work? Does Harry belong to the King now? bum bum bum. I love you all and I'm sorry for my less frequent posting schedule, but a few of these fics are finishing up, so I think I'll be able to get back on track before the year is out. Little plastic glow in the dark fangs for everyone that reviews!