Working with a Vampire

I’m sorry its been so long guys, my boyfriend surprised me with a two week holiday to Spain and obviously I had no way of getting up more chapters. I have been busily writing by hand though so hopefully more chapters should be up soon. Thank you for your patience and thank you so much for your amazing reviews.

Shock and Luke

Suddenly a sound drew him back out of his book. Just the whisper of silk against cotton, the tiniest sound, but Harry heard it. Glancing at the bed he realised Malfoy was no longer in it! Instantly he was on his feet wand in hand, but a cruel grip round the back of his head stayed him at once.

“Too late for that Potter, much too late.”

...

Harry forgot to breathe; his hand gripped his wand so tightly he feared it would break in two.

“Did you honestly believe I would stay contained for long? With you wondering around like a mobile chocolate box? Ready to be claimed, to be eaten?”

Harry’s lungs expanded jerkily, “You hate me, you don’t want me, we’re mortal enemies Malfoy-“

Malfoy’s breath whispered over Harry’s hair, ruffling the already messy strands. “You think any of that matters now, you are the most likely candidate Potter. You’re strong, resilient, a challenge, I like challenges. Besides…” His breath ghosted down to Harry’s neck, “You smell to good to resist.”

And with that he struck. Two, sharp, razor like teeth plunged into Harry’s jugular and Harry screamed, shuddering with the shock and the pain of it. It felt as if with one movement Malfoy could rip his throat to shreds. His heart panicked behind his ribs and pounded so hard Harry thought it would surely explode.

The teeth sunk deeper if that were possible, sucking the essence out of him, his very life force draining away. Hot tears splashed down his cheeks. This was it, he’d survived the killing curse but was no match for a creature such as this.

The light was fading from his eyes, as if all light were being sucked out of the room, a visual parallel of what was happening to him. Darkness enfolded him like a blanket and he knew no more.
***

“Potter”

Harry awoke to pain, his neck felt as if his skin had spontaneously combusted and his head pounded slowly with a dull ache.

He groaned feebly and shifted his head to the side.

“Potter.”

Opening his eyes slowly, he took in a domed ceiling with a prettyish sort of sky light in the centre of it.

“Potter!”

He looked to where someone was snarling his name with not a little irritation.

“How do you feel?”

How did he feel? Well he certainly didn’t want to make a habit of waking up to the greasy visage of Severus Snape every morning that was for certain.
“My neck hurts-Malfoy he-”

“Claimed you, yes I know. Unfortunately I arrived to late to stop the process.”

Harry frowned and sat up jerkily, “The process, you mean...”

“He has claimed you, in his eyes he has marked you as his mate, and-”

Harry stopped listening, Draco Malfoy had claimed him? Tied their destinies inextricably together, trapped Harry into a life he had never wanted or asked for?

With a sudden movement Harry was off the bed and moving towards the door.

“Potter! Potter wait he’s very unstable at the moment, he’s angry that I took you away and he may even wish to punish you for allowing it to happen!”

Harry pushed open the door and stormed down the hall, he knew vaguely where he was and had a feeling Malfoy’s rom was not too far away.

“I was unconscious for fuck sake! How was I supposed to stop you?”

“He’s not in a very rational frame of mind Potter.”

“Well neither am I! How the fuck did he get loose anyway? I told McDorsey this would happen the stupid son of a bitch.”

Harry was moving so fast Snape was having trouble trying to keep up with him.

“I told Lucius repeatedly that he couldn’t keep Draco locked up as he did, Vampires are powerful creatures with tricks of their own. You must have been so much of a temptation that Draco found that power and used it.”

Harry could hear muffled thumping now and he sped towards it angrily. The air was cool on his face and the tears were beginning to course down his cheeks felt strange.

The thumping was interspersed by banging now and Harry ran up to the door he knew belonged to Malfoy’s bedroom and banged back fiercely with his fist.

“What’s up with you Malfoy?! Huh?” He yelled angrily at the door. “You just been violated by a presumptions vampire?!” He drew a sharp breath, the veins standing out on his neck as he raised his fists at the door.

“You just had your future ripped out of your control?! No I didn’t think so! Well I have! You think you can just up and claim anyone you want and expect them to just lie back and take it? I don’t buy that shit about primal urges and higher destinies Malfoy! You’ve picked the wrong person to take advantage of this time! I won’t be your mate! YOU HEAR ME IN THERE?! I WON’T BE YOUR FUCKING MATE!!!”

“Potter...”

“No!” Harry flung aside Snape’s questioning arm furiously. “I won’t pander to him!”

The banging had stopped quite awhile ago but Harry didn’t care, aiming one last vicious kick at the door he turned and left Malfoy Manor, apparating away as soon as he got to the end of the drive.

***

Harry didn’t return to Malfoy Manor the next day, nor the day after that. He knew Lucius would be far more worried about the consequences of the ministry finding about Draco’s attack on one of their aurors than about whether Harry turned up or not. As for reporting the incident himself...well Harry was in no hurry to add his name to the long list of magical creatures mates. Somebody to be monitored and pitied.

On the third morning Harry awoke to his alarm and crawled out of bed at seven thirty to make himself his usual morning coffee. Sweeping a critical eye around his medium sized flat, he took in what needed tidying.

An hour and a half later he surveyed his flat again and nodded his head, satisfied. All the usual clutter had been cleared away, leaving an immaculate grey/green fuzzy carpet, blue squashy sofa and mahogany coffee table. The kitchen and bedroom were similarly spruced and the box of toys in the corner was ready and waiting. The only thing he had to do was put rubber edges on all of the sharp edges and corners and this he did with a flick of his wand.

At precisely nine a clock the grate flared and in it appeared a soot covered child with a kangaroo backpack.

“Luke.” Harry said stepping forward and embracing his dirty son with barely suppressed emotion. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hello Daddy.” His son said politely, waiting for his Father to spell him clean before stepping out of the grate.

Harry swallowed hard. Luke was always extra polite for the first hour or so. Harry liked to think it was because of shyness, the kid only saw him for a weekend every month after all.

“How’s your Mum?” Harry asked, not really wanting to know but figuring it was a way to break the ice.

“She’s fine.” Luke said wondering over to the sofa and trying to climb up on it unsuccessfully.

“Here let me help.” Harry said lifting him up and placing him snugly in the cushions. “Would you like some lemonade?”

“Yes please, that would be nice.”

Harry moved into the kitchen and poured his son’s favourite drink, keeping a watch over his shoulder all the time as he did so.

Luke was six although he was so smart that a lot of the time to Harry he seemed a lot older. But only being able to see him once a month meant that Harry was very protective of his son.

Bringing two glasses of lemonade back into the living room and placing Luke’s well within reach on the side table Harry brought out the only thing he knew of helping Luke to relax.

“Hey I rented out Ghost Busters two, I haven’t really had time to watch it yet, so do you mind if we watch it now?”

They had watched Ghost Busters last time Luke had come round and he had absolutely loved it so Harry knew his son would appreciate this gesture.

“Yeah ok.” Luke was obviously trying to sound as offhand as he could, but Harry could see the gleam of excitement in his eye.

Harry put the DVD in and they settled down to watch it, Harry’s heart warming every time his son’s childish laughter rang through the flat.

Half way through the film the door bell rang and Harry removed Luke from his side where he had eventually got the courage to curl up and went to answer the door.

He had expected it to be Luke’s mother come to cut his time with Luke short as she often loved to do. So when he opened the door to see Draco Malfoy standing there he was already in a foul mood and after the initial shock of surprise immediately went to close it in his face.

But Malfoy was quicker and managed to slip in before the door had slammed to.

“How did you get out!” Harry hissed furiously, “And what the hell are you doing here?”

“Harry come on” Malfoy pleaded with him, “It’s been two days, you know the process has started, I need you and-” Here he broke off, “Whose that?”

Glancing back Harry saw that Luke had got down from the sofa and was padding over to where his father stood, obviously curious as to who their visitor was. Mlafoy's enhanced hearing must have picked it up before he had.

Panicking Harry shooed him back to the sofa and blocked Malfoy’s entrance into the sitting room. He knew Malfoy hadn’t seen his son because of the arch way that impeded his view.

“Nobody you need to concern yourself with so please leave. And who said you could use my first name?”

Malfoy obviously picked up on the edge of panic in his voice because his eyes narrowed and his voice became guttural.

“You know I won’t tolerate lovers Harry! You better get him out of here fast before I-”

“Who said it was a him?” Harry said defensively, stalling for time.

“Oh come on Harry we both know your gay, who is it? The Weasely boy or-”

“Look its not a lover please-”

But Malfoy was too fast for him and before Harry knew it he was past him and into the living room.

Luke looked up and took in their visitor shyly but obviously good manners led him to say politely, “Hello, my name’s Luke Granger, how do you do?”

Malfoy didn’t answer him but simply stood and stared at him, he seemed to be in shock as his eyes went from Luke to Harry and back again.

Using Malfoy’s obvious state of shock Harry pushed him back to the door and shoved him unceremoniously out of it.

“You have a-”

“Son yes, something you had no right to know. Good bye!” and with that he slammed the door and put up a protective barrier and a muffler on the door bell.

Then he went to go and finish watching the film with his son.

“Who was that Daddy?”

“Nobody important Luke, what did I miss?”

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