Working with a Vampire

Hey guys, thank you so much for all your brilliant reveiws! Now this chapter was origonally going to be two seperate chapters, until I realised that the first chapter didn't have Draco in it, so I put them both togeather and got an extra long chapter! Hope you enjoy! The next chapter should be up in a couple of days time.


Luke's story and Draco's desperation

Harry knocked tentatively on the door to his bathroom that evening. “Luke, you ok in there?”

“Fine Daddy.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and carried on listening just in case. Only seeing Luke once a month meant that Luke (being an intensely private little boy) wouldn’t let his father bathe him anymore. But Harry couldn’t help but worry, the bath seemed so big compared to Luke and he had horrible images of the little boy drowning and himself being completely unaware of it.

So here he was listening outside his bathroom door like some sad pervert, catching his breath every time the splashes stopped for even a couple of seconds. He loved that little boy so much, only seeing him once a month was absolute torture, but according to wizarding parental laws there was nothing he could do. Especially as Luke’s mother was rather high up in magical law enforcement herself.

He would never forget the events surrounding Luke’s birth. Seven years ago Harry had been an Auror in training and his emotional state of mind had been volatile to say the least. Having discovered he was gay about a year after leaving Hogwarts he’d tentatively embarked on his first homosexual relationship with a muggle named Timothy Dobbs.

Unfortunately it had gone pear shaped almost immediately. Timothy had been slightly older and a lot more experienced. Appalled at Harry’s fumbling virginal status, he’d left the flat high dudgeon, claiming that Harry had tricked him into believing he was something he wasn’t.

Two days later Harry had got a floo call from Hermione, she was also rather upset. After being in a tumultuous relationship with Ron for two years, the red head had decided to end it claiming that Hermione was so career motivated she never had any time left for him.

So Harry and Hermione had ended up commiserating in a local pub over several rounds of fire whiskey. “It wasn’t that the job was more important than him, I simply wanted to make us a future!” She’d cried into Harry’s shoulder.

Harry couldn’t really remember or fathom how they’d ended up back at her apartment. Didn’t ever WANT to remember what had happened next. All he knew was that after a lot of half hearted fumbling in the dark, he’d passed out on the bed next to her and woken up naked as a Jay bird the next morning.

As he’d quietly left her apartment and returned to his flat all he could think was that somewhere in his drunken mind he must have wanted to prove that he wasn’t completely inadequate in the sexual department and who he proved it with obviously hadn’t been a pressing issue.

Now however in the cold light of day he was absolutely revolted with himself. Not only was she one of his best friends, but she was a girl! How could he have allowed it to happen?

For the next two weeks he’d engineered it so that he was out of the flat and therefore out of contact as much as possible. He’d almost managed to forget the awful incident and was thinking of contacting Hermione and apologising to her when she came to find him at his desk on the Thursday of the second week.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me, but this is something we have to face up to and sort out Harry, please meet me after work?”

Harry couldn’t refuse and so again found himself in a local bar at five thirty that evening.
Hermione ordered an orange juice and he ordered a beer and they sat down in a little booth well away from the main bar area.

“Okay,” She said fiddling nervously with the beer mats on the table. “Obviously what happened was a result of us both being very sad and drunk and it was a simple mistake but... Well I’m pregnant.”

Harry stared at her uncomprehendingly. “Pardon?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Harry ran his fingers roughly through his hair and then took a rather large gulp of beer.

After he’d finished choking he managed to get out, “But...but I thought you were taking contraception...Ron said...”

“I was, I was but when I woke up that morning I was in such a state and it seemed so pointless to take the pill if I wasn’t with Ron anymore, so...I didn’t.”

Harry took another sip of his beer and tried to process what she was telling him. Suddenly a thought occurred and he grasped at it like a life line.

“How do you know its not Ron’s? It takes a month to find out if your pregnant doesn’t it so it must be Ron’s, you must have forgotten it some other time as well!”

But Hermione shook her head sadly, “Ron and I hadn’t had sex for about two months before we ended it Harry and I took the pill at the same time on the dot every morning. Besides the test charm works from three days after... the event.”

Harry’s face crumpled as what had happened finally sunk in.

“So...so what do you want to do about it?” He said eventually.

She took a deep breath, “Well you know I’ve never agreed with abortion, I could never kill my own baby and I have also never agreed with single or split parenting so... I only see one option left.”

“Adoption?” Harry said in confusion.

“Marriage.”

Harry really did choke this time, his beer dribbling out of his mouth and onto the table.

“What!” He spluttered.

“Well we’ve always liked each other haven’t we Harry.” She said her eyes pleading with him over the table and her hands grasping his. “And like could turn into love and our child will have a proper family, don’t you remember what it was like not having a proper family, don’t you want it for our child?”

“Hermione I can’t!”

“Why not? Come on Harry it won’t be so bad-”

“I’m GAY Hermione!”

The entire bar seemed to fall into eerie silence after that loud statement and Harry sunk his head into hands, groaning.

“What!” Hermione hissed, after a quick look behind her at the bar. “Your what?!”

“Gay.” He whispered, staring at her with guilty eyes.

“And you were going to tell me this WHEN?!”

“Well I’m only just coming to terms with it myself-”

“You SLEPT with me knowing you were gay? How did you get it up for Christ sake? Imagining I was a bloke?!”

Harry rubbed his eyes fiercely under his glasses, “No!... I don’t know...”

Hermione pursed her lips, “Well it doesn’t really change anything, we can still get married it happens all the time.”

“You can’t be serious?!”

“I’m perfectly serious. Come on Harry don’t you want your child to have the family life you didn’t? The idyllic comfort of two loving parents?”

“Who just happen to sleep with other people? Yeah that really works.” Harry muttered, draining the last of his pint.

“Don’t be stupid of course we wouldn’t sleep with other people!” Hermione said, obviously scandalized.

“Oh right so you propose a life of celibacy? You really think that would work, no matter how good our intentions?”

“I would do it for my child.” She said crossing her arms piously.

“You’d try yes, but sooner or later you’d meet someone too nice to pass up, and you’d think, well It’s not like Harry EXPECTS me to stay faithful, our kid would never know. And before you know it either you or I would be all over the papers with our scandalous affair. Especially if you do get to be the head of magical law enforcement!”

“Right.” Hermione said, after a moments pause. “I see.”

Harry sighed. “Look I don’t want our child to be brought up with split parenting either but I really don’t see any other way-”

“No, because your not willing to make the sacrifice. I understand.” Here she got up and gathered her things. “I’ll see you around Harry.”

“No wait, we need to sort this out, you’ll need money and support for scans and things and I-”
But it was too late, Hermione had fled, leaving Harry reeling with information and shock.

He’d heard no more from Hermione for the next ten months or so, not for want of trying though. He’d floo called her countless times, tried to see her in the ministry and even staked out by her apartment. But nothing worked, she was avoiding him like the plague and eventually after about eight months he’d given up.

It didn’t stop the worry though, had she aborted their child? Was she coping with scans and the scandal of pregnancy?

Two months later he’d received an owl, notifying him that Miss Hermione Granger had, had a baby and that she’d like to see him in the maternity ward of Saint Mungo’s hospital.

The relief had been overwhelming and he’d left work early and high tailed it up to Saint Mungo’s as fast as he could.

When he’d reached the ward she’d been sitting up in bed, propped against the pillows with an unknown, dark haired wizard standing beside her.

“Hermione, thank you for letting me know, how was it, how have you-”

But she didn’t answer him, simply gestured to the cot beside the bed.

He’d walked up to it with a pounding heart and a dry mouth and looked down into the sleeping face of his child.

The baby had a face that looked as soft as freshly brought cotton. Pale and with a downy head of black hair, its little fist curled up next to its ear, his baby tugged at something in Harry’s heart that had never been tugged before and at that moment he fell in love.

“His name’s Luke.” Hermione said.

“Luke,” Harry tested out the name on his tongue. “I don’t think I could have chosen better myself.

“This is Robert, he’s my fiancé. He has agreed that it would be best that to the rest of the wizarding world Luke is his son. To minimize publicity and upset in Luke’s life. After the initial three months of Luke’s infancy I will agree to let you have him for one weekend every month-”

“Once a month?” Harry said scandalised.

“Once a month yes, I want Luke’s life to be as smooth as possible, and YOU are a definite snag. I realise he has to know his real father, but carting him back and forth between us on a regular basis is not what I consider to be healthy.”

“But Hermione-”

“But nothing, you have no rights Harry, we are not married and you haven’t been involved in Luke’s life for ten months already-”

“That wasn’t my fault-”

“But nevertheless its a fact!” Hermione overruled him swiftly. “Be thankful you get to be involved at all! Now I propose to bring him to your flat on the 12th of December and you may have him for both Saturday and Sunday. I trust you will have researched how to properly take care of an infant by then.”

Harry but his lip and looked down at his son again, it seemed unbelievable that he wouldn’t be a bigger part of his life.

“What about Christmas’s and Birthday’s?”

“You may have him the day after Boxing day and the day after his birthday.”

And that’s how it had happened. Of course Harry had fought long and hard but Hermione had never budged and had often threatened to cut off Harry’s contact all together. It seemed she would never forgive him for not marrying her and being gay, despite the fact from what little Harry could see she was happy with Robert.

Quite often she cut his weekends with Luke short, claiming she missed and worried about him to much, especially when he had been very young. Now though she seemed to letting up on that a bit and Harry was grateful.

“Daddy?”

Harry snapped out of his memories and put his ear to the door again immediately. “Yes Luke?”

“Would you put my Pyjamas outside the door for me?”

“Of course I will yes. Would you like a glass of milk before bed?” Harry asked knowing Hermione liked to give Luke a glass in the evening for maximum calcium intake.

“Yes please Daddy.”

Harry shook his head and moved over to the kangaroo back pack. However painful it was not seeing his son very often, he often felt it was worth it in the moments Luke called him Daddy.

***

Harry wondered though Quality Quidditch Supplies with Luke the next day in Diagon alley, explaining about how he used to be the seeker for the Gryffindor quidditch team in Hogwarts.

“And when I first caught the snitch I caught it in my mouth and almost swallowed it.”

“Wow, oh look they have toy brooms.” And Luke was off, his little legs carrying him over to the brooms for children. Harry shook his head smiling and replaced the snitch he’d been using to demonstrate to Luke back on its stand.

Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a flash of blonde hair, but when he turned there was only a few dark haired mothers scrutinising the quaffles with their children.

Moving over to Luke he knelt down and looked at the brooms with him. “Which one do you like?” Harry asked.

Luke pointed to a rack of brooms that seemed to be perfect miniatures of Harry’s own beloved Firebolt.

“I like the Flame.” Luke said with a sparkle of excitement in his deep brown eyes.

Harry felt a bubble of pride rise up within him, his son obviously had a good eye for this sort of thing.

“Would you like it?” Harry asked him.

Luke instantly became shy and ducked his head.

“Call it an early birthday present.” Harry said, taking the best looking flame on the rack and moving with Luke to the counter.

Luke seemed speechless with happiness and gratitude as they left the shop and kept hugging the long brown paper parcel to himself tightly.

Harry smiled to himself, “Come on, lets go to Florean Fortescue’s early so we can have an ice cream before your mum gets here.”

As they walked though, Harry couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Turning he looked behind him and- there! He’d definitely seen a blond head, a MALFOY blonde head.

Turning back around Harry grit his teeth and walked on to the ice cream parlour. He couldn’t do anything about it now because he had Luke, but if the prat even tried to come up to them he’d be flat on the floor before he could say Hi!

But Harry soon forgot about Malfoy as they turned the corner to see Hermione and Robert sitting at a table outside the parlour.

“Your early,” He managed to get out as nicely as possible for Luke’s sake.

“ Yes we finished our shopping early, Hello darling.” She said hugging Luke tightly, “What’s this you’ve got?”

“Hello Luke” Robert said in his booming voice, clapping Luke rather heavily on the shoulder. Harry frowned as noticed that Luke didn’t answer or look at him but was soon distracted by Hermione’s exclamation of horror.

“Oh Harry how could you!”

“What? He asked puzzled.

“Toy broomsticks are much to dangerous! Haven’t you read about my campaign against them in the Prophet? What WILL it look like if my own son’s got one? Luke I’ve told you countless times you can’t have a toy broomstick, you could hurt yourself so easily, you might have told Harry that.”

“But DADDY said it was my birthday present!” Luke said a little mutinously.

“Your Birthday’s not ‘till September. No you’ll have to take it back Harry I’m sorry. You must remember he’s not you, neither does he have to be as dare devil! Now come on, say goodbye Luke.”

Luke walked up to Harry and handed the partially opened parcel back to him. Harry knelt down and hugged him.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you Mummy said no.” Luke said softly.

“That’s ok, I’ll have to keep it at my flat, maybe you could ride it a little bit sometimes, just to keep the cobwebs off.” Harry said with a wink.

Luke smiled a little smile and then went to hold his Mother’s hand as she took him away, scolding him quietly all the while.

Harry sighed, glancing at the little parcel, then turned and went back to his flat.

***

Harry heaved the box of toys into the cupboard and pushed it to the back, standing upright again he hit his head on the door frame and cursed as pain lanced through his temple.

The doorbell rang and rubbing his head viciously he went to answer it, having a fair idea who it was this time.

“You!” He said when he saw his suspicions were correct, “You’ve been following me all damned day!”

Malfoy slipped into his flat and moved quickly into the living room. He seemed unsurprised that on first glance Luke didn’t seem to be there.

“Harry-”

“Potter to you!”

Malfoy took a deep breath, “Okay Potter, look I had to find out more about your son, had to know if you were married to the mud blood, which on first finding out about your son you can’t fault me for suspecting.”

“I thought you were sure I was gay.” Harry said roughly, pushing past Malfoy to sit down on the sofa.

“I am, but children change things don’t they.” Malfoy said sitting down on the other end of the couch after glancing at Harry to see if it was ok.

Harry rubbed his head again where it still hurt. “Look, what do you want Malfoy?”

“The process, its started.”

“You’ve only bitten me Malfoy, yes its a claiming mark but that doesn’t constitute feelings Malfoy.”

Malfoy looked at him with open mouthed shock.

“You, you don’t know what the claiming process is all about?”

Harry looked uncomfortable. “I kind of didn’t attend that lesson and never really caught up. Why?”

“Har-Potter when a vampire claims their mate they don’t just bite them.”

“They don’t?” Harry said bewilderedly.

“No! They bite themselves and mix their potential mates blood with their own.”

“But wouldn’t that make me a vampire?” Harry asked in confusion.

“No because I mixed your blood with mine, not the other way around.”

Harry slumped back against the cushions and closed his eyes. “So what does that mean?”

“Well, your blood acts like a radar, I feel the call of your body and as the distance gets wider I need you more, I can’t sleep without you Potter, or drink blood or anything.”

“Well that’s something, at least you didn’t attack any of those defenceless wizards out there. So you need me, where does that become my problem?”

“It goes two ways Potter, I’m part of you now and as we get closer you’ll need to be with me as much as I need to be with you, then at the end of the courting process we’ll bond and...I’ll turn you.”

“What?! No, no, no, no. Not happening, not in your wildest dreams. I won’t need you more if I don’t spend any time with you will I? So I won’t and that is that.” Harry said, jumping to his feet and pacing.

Malfoy’s eyes grew wide with panic, “But you can’t do that Potter! I’ll die!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME! So what if I eradicate one more vampire in the world? I doubt anyone would mind.”

“You wouldn’t.” Malfoy said softly.

Harry laughed bitterly, “Wouldn’t I?”

“No, you care to much to do that.”

Harry stopped pacing. Who was he kidding, of course he couldn’t do that, wouldn’t be able to live with himself he did.

“Look I can’t think about any of this now. You can stay tonight in order to get some sleep and we’ll sort some way around this mess in the morning. You can sleep on Luke’s fold up bed in the living room.”

“Knew you couldn’t resist me for long Potter.” Malfoy said cheekily, but the smirk was wiped off his face when Harry just glared at him.

“I’m going to bed, the fold up’s in the cupboard. Good night.” And despite the fact it was only eight o’clock in the evening Harry stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door.

What a day.

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Sorry this was more about Luke, I hope you like the plot line though and promise that Draco HAS NOT and will never be neglected (coz Draco rules!)