A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter four

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ron, slight Harry/Ron/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/others

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampires, so there’s blood being mentioned; Slash; minor Het, and possible multi-partners.

Words: About 3,600

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters nor do I own anything from Dracula.

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“Come to me,” Harry said softly as he lay in his bed. “Come to me, Hermione…”

He had tried to summon both of them, but he could only concentrate on one at a time. He decided to try getting them in the room one by one first. Happy to have thought of it, he continued to concentrate on Hermione. He could feel her presence as she was getting closer. She had just walked into the hallway, and he could hear her footfalls coming closer to his door. He licked his lips in anticipation.

The door opened and there she stood in her nightgown. Harry raised a hand and beckoned her. She closed the door behind her and drifted over to him. He gestured at the bed.

“Lay next to me,” he said. She obeyed without thought. He stared down at her, the beast inside him purring with delight. She seemed so unearthly, lying there, that Harry almost forgot himself. Once he would concentrate on Ron and make him come to him, he won’t have a hold of Hermione any longer and she’ll come back to reality. He wondered if he should just bite her now and take whatever blood he wished before summoning Ron.

Her nightgown was so thin he could see that she wore no bra to bed, only knickers. A part of him wanted more than just blood from Hermione, but the other part of him remembered that her and Ron had barely begun dating and it wouldn’t be fair to Ron if he did something with her before him. The thought of her being a virgin made it harder for him to resist.

“Perhaps I’ll have you some other time,” Harry whispered. He leaned over her, tilted her head up gently, and then lowered himself down to her neck. He could no longer control himself; he sunk his fangs into her.

She moaned aloud, arching her body. He straddled her and held her close as he drank, body humming in pleasure and power. It took all his willpower, but he eventually stopped. Hermione sank into the bed with a sigh, looking peaceful. He summoned his wand into his hand without much thought and then flicked it at her neck. The punctures closed.

He was suddenly struck with an idea. He wasn’t sure if it was vampire instinct or just his own invention, but he went with it anyway. He coaxed Hermione’s mouth open, and then swiped his tongue over his fangs so that blood dripped into his mouth. Then he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back, tongue sliding wetly in his mouth.

All the while, he began to summon Ron.

Her gasp was muffled at first, but then when Harry released her he could see that she was awake… and very dumbfounded. She was panting heavily, eyes dazed, and it looked as if she were trying to be angry with Harry but failed.

“Harry?” she whispered. “Wha—”

The door opened again and in stepped Ron. Harry turned his head at the sound and smiled when he saw his best friend standing in the middle of the room.

“C’mere, Ron,” he said, and Ron obeyed. Ron clambered into bed and laid down right next to them; Harry still straddling Hermione. Harry combed his fingers through Ron’s hair and then ran a finger down one of Ron’s freckled cheeks. Ron’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Harry?” said Hermione again.

Harry turned back to her, but kept mindful of having Ron under his spell. “Don’t worry, Hermione, you’ll be fine. I just needed some of your blood…”

Hermione frowned. “You—you took my blood without my permission again?”

“Only a little,” he said, defensively. “You’ll be fine. I won’t Turn you.”

At the feel of Ron almost coming out of his spell, Harry turned his attention back to him and focused more. Hermione tried to lift her hand up to push Harry off her, but she was too weak. Harry moved his face closer to Ron’s, and suddenly he was kissing him. Hermione gasped.

“Harry, I didn’t know that you…”

Harry gently released Ron’s lips and then tilted Ron’s head up. “That I’m bisexual?”

Hermione frowned, nodding. “When were you going to tell us?”

“When the whole Voldemort thing was done,” said Harry. “Now shush, you’re distracting me from my concentration.”

“Do you think I’m just going to lie here and watch you bite Ron? You’re crazier than I thought!” Hermione tried to hurt Harry with her fists, but Harry hardly felt a thing. He laughed.

“Even if you had all your strength, you still wouldn’t be able to harm me.” Harry grabbed her wrists quickly and kept them up above her head. She gasped at how fast and strong Harry was.

“Harry, stop it… you’re hurting me.”

“Then stop squirming,” said Harry simply. “And let me continue where I left off…”

She bit her bottom lip as she watched, helplessly, as Harry lowered himself to Ron’s neck. Harry licked the spot where he had bitten Ron before, opened his mouth (Hermione gasped again at the size of his fangs when they grew), and then sunk his fangs deeply where the scarred over holes were. She closed her eyes in horror, but the sounds of Harry drinking Ron’s blood and Ron’s moans invaded her ears. She wiggled her body underneath Harry’s, trying to dislodge him, but it was no use.

“Harry, please, let me go!”

A minute later, Harry stopped. He let go of Hermione and moved off her to straddle Ron’s body instead. Hermione rubbed at her sore wrists and tried to leave, but she was still rather weak, so she just lay there wretchedly.

Harry healed Ron’s wounds, and then repeated what he did to Hermione: the Blood Kiss. Ron moaned under him as their tongues intertwined.

“Do you honestly think that we’d want to be your Blood Dolls, Harry? You never even asked us! It’s not fair for you to take advantage of us just because we’re your best friends.”

Harry ended the kiss and looked over at her. “You’re right, Hermione… I don’t wish to take advantage of you two. But do you realize what would happen if I didn’t have your and Ron’s blood once in a while?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Who do you think you’re talking to? Of course I know all about the vampires and their desires. But you really should have just talked to us about it first before taking our blood without permission.”

Harry frowned. He knew she was right, but he feared that their answers would be no, and then what? Where was he going to get human blood while he was stuck here at Grimmauld Place? Then, suddenly, he remembered…

“Malfoy…” he said quietly.

“What?” said Hermione.

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I was just thinking out loud…”

“Harry?”

Harry whipped his head back over to Ron, who had obviously just woken from his spell. He was blinking, dumbfounded, up at Harry.

“Ron, how’re you feeling?”

Hermione snorted, but Harry ignored her.

“Weak,” said Ron. He tried to move but had no success. “What… Harry, what did you do? Did you suck my blood again?”

Harry buried his face into Ron’s neck. “I’m so sorry, Ron… I couldn’t help it. I needed blood—human blood—so badly.”

“So you forced me to come to your room and drank my blood without my permission?”

“That’s what I said,” said Hermione. Ron jerked his head quickly to see Hermione lying next to them.

“Hermione! You too?”

“Of course,” she huffed. “Harry can’t be happy with just one Blood Doll.”

“One what?” said Ron.

Hermione explained to him what a Blood Doll was, and his eyes widened.

Ron feebly punched at Harry’s shoulder, but Harry didn’t feel it. “What is wrong with you, Harry?”

Harry frowned, finally beginning to feel guilty. This monster inside him was starting to take control more and more, and Harry wasn’t sure he liked it. He hugged Ron close.

“I’m sorry, Ron,” he snuffled. “I couldn’t help myself… I had bitten the both of you already, and I just figured that… I mean, I learned about being able to control a person I had just bit…”

“You took over my mind?” Ron gasped.

“It’s… not the first time,” Harry admitted sadly.

“Bloody Hell!” Ron groaned. “When was the first time?”

“When I was in your room, checking on you, after I had bit you that first time. I felt your presence inside me and I said your name out loud. You answered me, although you were still asleep. I tried it out, asked you to come to me, and you obeyed. You even called me… Master.”

“I did WHAT?” Ron gasped.

Harry stood and paced the room, unsure of how he was going to make them understand his situation. He stopped pacing and stared at them. They looked so weak… so broken… like dolls…

His Dolls.

Harry buried his face into his hands. “I’m sorry,” he croaked, sinking to the floor. “I’m sorry!”

Ron and Hermione frowned, wishing they weren’t so weak so they could get up and hug Harry, comfort him, and to let him know that they didn’t hate him. They both understood that Harry was just learning his powers and that he didn’t have much control yet.

“Harry…” said Ron finally. “Harry, get off the damn floor and come here.”

Wiping at his eyes, Harry stood and stared, confusingly, at Ron.

“What?”

Ron beckoned Harry over to them with one finger, looking tired and subdued. Harry went to him slowly, and then bent close to Ron’s face. Ron gave him a half-smile.

“Lay with us, you stupid sod,” said Ron gently. Harry was still frowning.

“You—you’re not angry?”

“Oh, I’m angry,” said Ron. “But I’m too tired to argue with you. I know that you’re just having control issues, and I know that if you really wanted to harm us, you would have drained us of all our blood and made us vampires. But you didn’t want to make us into vampires, you stopped, so that must mean something, right?”

“It means that I have a soul,” said Harry.

“It also means that you love us,” said Hermione. “We’ll forgive you if you just ask for our permission from now on instead of controlling us.”

Harry sighed. He knew they were right, and that if he ever wanted human blood again, he’d have to do things their way.

“All right,” he said. “I agree with the terms. But does Malfoy count?”

Ron smirked. “No.”

“Ron,” Hermione warned, wishing she had the strength to slap him.

“I’m joking,” Ron said, chuckling nervously. “But if Harry wants to bite Malfoy, I say go for it.”

Harry crawled into bed between them and they slowly put one arm over him.

“So, you’re my Master, huh?” Ron said, looking more amused than upset, and that made Harry feel a great deal better. Harry laughed, and it was so hauntingly beautiful it made them shiver.

“I guess so,” he said. “Does that bother you?”

Ron shrugged. “Not really. Better you than some evil wizard… or soulless vampire.”

“Right,” agreed Hermione. “Incidentally, what else did you do to us while we were under your spell? When I came to, I thought I felt your lips on mine.”

Harry held his breath as he could feel Ron glowering beside him.

“You kissed her?” Ron said in a very low, and possibly dangerous, tone.

“He kissed you too,” said Hermione smugly.

“What?” Ron shouted. It just made Harry chuckle more.

“From what I could tell,” said Hermione, “he was giving us a Blood Kiss.”

Ron yawned. “A-a what?” Harry could tell he was trying to sound affronted.

“He swiped his tongue along his fangs to make blood drip into his mouth, and then he kissed us.”

“Ugh!” Ron groaned. “I don’t think I wanted to know that.”

“The kissing or the blood?” Harry asked.

Ron was quiet for a while, and Harry held his breath as he waited for his answer.

“Mainly the blood, I guess. But I didn’t know you liked blokes like that, let alone me!”

“He’s bisexual,” said Hermione. “And he was going to tell us after he defeated Voldemort.”

Ron snorted. “Bloody arse,” he said playfully. “We wouldn’t care who you fancied. We’re still your friends.”

“Even if it might be you?” said Harry.

Ron was quiet again, but then he said, “I guess I’m… flattered.”

“I know that you and Hermione are together. So I won’t stand in your way of being happy with each other. But I really would appreciate it if I could have your guy’s blood once in a while.”

Ron yawned again. “I see no harm in giving you blood once in a while… so long as you don’t hypnotize me. And don’t give me any more Blood Kisses.”

“Aw, why not, Ronniekins?” Harry teased. He turned so he was facing Ron. Ron was blushing.

“Because,” he said. “I doubt tasting blood isn’t as good to us as it is to you.”

“Actually, Ron,” said Hermione, “if he feeds us his blood enough times, we’ll grow to love it.”

Ron made a face and Harry laughed. Deep down, Harry was surprised to learn that bit of information, but he didn’t want to tell them that he didn’t know about it already. He pulled Ron closer to him and gave him a small kiss. Ron jumped in surprise, but allowed Harry to kiss him.

“Is that all you did to us?” said Ron, panting slightly. “Kiss us and drink our blood?”

Harry looked away. “Yeah, pretty much…”

“What’re you hiding?” said Ron, recognizing Harry’s shifty look.

“You won’t be angry?” Harry said hopefully.

Ron shook his head. “I won’t be angry.”

Harry kept his eyes on Ron’s chest as he spoke. “I had thoughts of… of sex with Hermione. And you.”

He looked up. Ron looked shocked, but his face was bright red.

“H-Harry…” said Hermione from behind. “Is that true?”

Harry nodded. He wasn’t sure what else to say.

Ron heaved a sigh. “Well, maybe…”

Harry looked up at Ron, barely believing what he was hearing. They stared at each other for a second, and then Harry beamed.

.-.

Harry didn’t get much sleep that night. He was a little restless and he thought maybe it was because he drank too much of his friends’ blood. They were still deeply asleep, and he didn’t want to disturb them, so he transformed into a bat and flew out from between them. He had to transform back to human, though, so he could open the door.

He crept quietly downstairs, all the while thinking about what he should do about the mess he was in now. So far he had bitten everyone he came into contact with. Well, except for Snape. He had tried to choke Snape to death. Maybe it would have been better if he did bite him. And he hadn’t bitten Malfoy yet.

He was actually surprised that Ron and Hermione didn’t ask him about Malfoy. He was sure that Hermione told Ron that Malfoy was here, but Harry didn’t know what Ron’s reaction about that was. He was sure that he’d find out sooner or later.

Having made it to the bottom of the stairs, Harry decided he wanted to go sit by the fireplace. But on his way there, Harry heard a noise in the kitchen. His ears perked up and his senses rose as he tried to determine who it was. Knowing that Ron and Hermione were still asleep and that Remus was still in his room when he came down, Harry had a good idea. He crept carefully toward the kitchen door and placed his ear against it. It sounded like Malfoy was fixing himself a late night snack. Harry licked his fangs, suddenly eager for a late night snack as well.

Unfortunately, Harry was still full from drinking his friends’ blood, so he wasn’t really thirsty. ‘But’, he thought, ‘Malfoy doesn’t know that.’

He slipped through the door silently. Malfoy had his head in the refrigerator, rummaging around for something. Harry spotted bread, butter, turkey, and a knife on the counter. Malfoy must be looking for something else to put in his sandwich. He snuck behind the refrigerator’s open door, placed a hand on it, and waited. Malfoy kept scrounging around, head all the way inside. Harry couldn’t help being curious as to what Malfoy was looking for, so he decided to ask.

“Looking for something?”

Malfoy jumped, hitting his head on the refrigerator ceiling. Harry chuckled low in his throat.

“Potter,” Malfoy gasped, rubbed the top of his head. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Finding everything you need, then?” Harry said slowly, letting his fangs show every time he spoke.

Malfoy visibly shivered. “Yes. I mean, no.”

“What’re you trying to find? Perhaps I could assist you…” Harry licked at one fang.

Malfoy shook his head nervously. “No need to assist me, Potter. You’re probably out of it anyway.”

“Out of what?” Harry asked.

Malfoy slammed the refrigerator door. “Cheese.”

“Oh,” said Harry. “Yeah, we’re probably out of that. I think we have some lettuce down below…”

“No, thanks, Potter,” Malfoy said shortly. “I’m fine with just meat.”

Harry moved closer, and Malfoy backed away, nearly hitting his elbow on the edge of the counter. Harry could tell that Malfoy was still scared of him, eyes darting back and forth, hands trembling. When Harry took another step, Malfoy picked up the butter knife and pointed it at his chest.

“Stay right there, Potter,” said Malfoy fearfully. “Or I’ll gut you with this silver knife.”

“That’s not real silver,” said Harry softly, amused.

“Still… I’ll stab you in the heart if you come any nearer. And if that doesn’t stop you, then I’ll go find a wooden stake! Then we’ll see just how powerful you are.”

“Right, Malfoy,” Harry snorted. “Like you’d be able to kill me, especially when I’ll be around Ron, Hermione, and Remus most of the time.”

Malfoy took another step back, but moved the knife closer to Harry’s heart. Harry mentally rolled his eyes at Malfoy’s try at bravado.

“Then I’ll find something else to kill you with,” he babbled, almost sounding mad. “And I’ll keep a cross by me at all times.”

Harry almost laughed at that, but forced it down. He wasn’t about to tell Malfoy that holy symbols don’t hurt him, yet. Let Malfoy think he was safe with as much vampire repellent as he could find. It would catch Malfoy off guard. And when Harry was feeling peckish, and his two friends weren’t in the mood to give him any blood, he could always creep into Malfoy’s bedroom and take his.

“Right,” Harry smirked. “You do that.”

“I will. Now go away so I can make my sandwich.”

“I’m not going to jump you while you’re making your sandwich. By all means…” Harry gestured at the fixings Malfoy had out.

“I don’t want you standing next to me while I’m making it, so go away!” Malfoy brandished his knife more wildly at Harry, hoping to ward Harry off.

“Fine,” chuckled Harry. He turned, walked a few paces, and then stopped when he heard Malfoy let out a breath. He looked over his shoulder at Malfoy, watching him shakily make his sandwich. He turned back around sharply, grinning. “Oh, by the way…”

Malfoy started and then made a cross with his knife and a spoon that had been lying in the sink.

“Back, Potter!” Malfoy shouted, a bit too loudly for Harry’s tastes. He didn’t want Remus waking up and coming down to investigate, only to see Malfoy looking scared and Harry advancing on him and make the wrong assumption. “Back, I said!”

“Shut up, Malfoy!” Harry said in a harsh whisper. “Do you want to wake everyone up?”

“If it keeps you and your overactive fangs away from me, then yes!” Malfoy thrust the utensil-made cross at Harry.

Harry held his hands up in surrender. “All right, Malfoy, calm down. I was just going to say that Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody will be here tomorrow and I thought that if there’s anything you want, like cheese for your sandwiches, then you should owl them before you go back to sleep tonight.”

“Owl Moody?” Malfoy said, laughing uneasily. “I don’t think so. And before you ask, I’m not owling my blood traitor cousin either!”

“Fine,” Harry sighed. “Whatever, Malfoy. I was only trying to help.”

“I don’t need your help!” Malfoy sneered. “Now go away!”

Harry stared at Malfoy for a moment, and then turned and made his way back to the sitting room. He knew he wasn’t tired enough to go back to sleep, so he stayed on the couch and watched the embers in the hearth glow. Harry supposed it was from all the blood he drank today. He laid a hand over his still heart. Was this the only thing in his body that wasn’t working that made him undead? And was there some way he could make his heart beat again?

He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on that fact right now. The things he did decide to dwell on were asleep upstairs in his bed. And the other was still in the kitchen, eating.

He smirked. He will have Malfoy’s pure blood sooner or later. Sooner, if he could help it.

TBC