Working with a Vampire

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The most equisite feeling.


Harry awoke from sleep to the smell of coffee and something sweetly musky. Slowly he opened his eyes.

“What the fuck?! Malfoy!” Zooming backwards so quickly he almost fell off the bed Harry said, “What are you doing in here? Looking at me like that?”

Malfoy looked sheepish and held up the two mugs of coffee in his hands. “I thought you might appreciate some coffee. Obviously you must have been very tired last night to have gone to bed at eight O’clock in the evening.”

Harry scowled and crawled off the bed, ignoring the leering look Draco gave at the sight of him in just his boxers. “What so bringing me coffee involves scrutinising my face from two inches away does it?”

“No I was scrutinising your neck actually.” Malfoy said matter of factually, placing one of the coffee mugs on Harry’s side table.

Harry paused mid way into pulling some jeans on, “Why?”

“I was wondering where my claiming mark’s gone.”

Harry clapped his hand to his neck, surprise coursing through him at the fact it didn’t hurt anymore. “Oh god I completely forgot about it. At first I was so angry at you for doing it and then when Luke arrived it just flew straight out of my head. Oh fuck what if Hermione saw it?!”

“I doubt it if even I can’t see it.” Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Can’t see it? It’s disappeared?” Harry said finally catching on and running into his bathroom.

Examining his neck from side to side he saw that the vampire was right, it had completely vanished.

Meeting Malfoy’s eyes in the mirror Harry said excitedly, “Does this mean you haven’t claimed me? Has my body rejected you or something?”

Malfoy got out his wand, “I think I there is a more realistic explanation Potter. Revealo.” and he waved his wand in the direction of Harry’s neck.

The mark appeared like some sort of ugly burn scar, Harry shivered and turned away. “So it was simply under a disillusionment charm. Who put it there? It must have been pretty strong to last four days.”

“One of Snape’s, yes they are extraordinarily good aren’t they.” the other man said eyeing up the mark like a piece of prized art work.

Harry nodded and silently thanked the gods that Snape had had the foresight to hide the mark.

“Right,” He said moving into the bedroom and pulling on a red tee-shirt. “Breakfast?”

“If your offering?” Malfoy said with a hopeful gleam in his eye.

Harry set off in the direction of the kitchen, “Yeah, if you fancy bacon, eggs, toast, mushrooms, tomatoes and beans.”

The blonde vampire wrinkled his nose, “Not really what I had in mind.”

Harry nodded and pulled the relevant foods for his breakfast out of the fridge. “I thought as much.”

He turned on a hob and placed a frying pan on it, pouring in the oil he then carefully placed two strips of bacon and cracked an egg on the sizzling surface.

“Why did you do it Malfoy? Why pick me?”

Malfoy slouched against the fridge and watched Harry’s down bent head attentively.

“I was a prisoner in that house, chained to the bed like some rebellious rape victim. They exercised me each night, like a prisoner. I had no strength to stop them, I was slowly being starved to death. But when you arrived, with your mussed up hair and that look of defiance in your eyes, I-I couldn’t resist. My body said ‘potential mate’ and I reacted accordingly. Like, like some sort of instinct was compelling me to act.”


“Even though we’re enemies?” Harry asked, glancing at him briefly.

“We were enemies Potter, I see no reason to continue being so.” Malfoy said, eyeing Harry keenly.

Harry chuckled, “Only because it suits you. So...what do you want to do about this situation?”

“Well I don’t want to die, that’s for sure.”

“Funnily enough neither do I want you to die. But I can’t be turned Malfoy, my son... I can’t watch him die before I do.”

There was a silence, the smell of bacon filled the air like a tide washing up on the shore.

“I...I can get Snape to research into it. But that’s not the issue is it? The issue is you and me.”

Harry sighed, “I can’t pretend I like it Malfoy, I wanted to choose my life partner you know? But still... I think what would be best is to be friends first, get to know each other, see how it goes.”

Malfoy gave the other man a narrow stare. “You know you can’t back out of this once its started Harry.”

Harry turned his bacon again and didn’t answer.

***

“So how did you end up befriending Crabbe and Goyle?” Harry asked later as they sat on either end of the couch. They had been asking random questions of each other for awhile now, part of Harry’s scheme to get to know each other.

“Father’s friends really, they brought their sons round for Dinner parties and meetings and such. So I really knew all of the Slytherins before I went to Hogwarts. It happens that way in pureblood and half blood families. Erm, could I use your bathroom?”

Harry chucked wondering how long it had taken for Malfoy to ask that question. He had been hinting earlier that he had been brought up to be shown where the bathroom was before he used it, as it he’d already seen it because he’d walked in unasked, Harry had felt like leaving him to stew for a bit.

“Of course you can.” He said, “It’s over there by the way.” He chuckled again as Malfoy pulled a face at him.

Harry sat back and thought about his situation as Malfoy left the room. It really was impossible, Harry really wasn’t sure he could face doing anything intimate with the vampire, let alone love him.

The grate flared and Harry sat up as Hermione’s head appeared in the flames.

“Harry? Oh good your in, I just wondered if Luke could spend the weekend with you as Robert and I are going to Bathe for a meeting.”

Harry’s head shot back, “Uh, can your mother not look after him then?” Usually Hermione would never dream of asking him to look after Luke, she felt that the once a month contact was enough as it was.

She looked a little sheepish here, “She can but... Well Luke has been asking to spend it with you and when I said no, well...he had his first tantrum since the age of two and all the child care books say its a really bad sign when children start doing things they had grown out of.”

Harry nodded his head slowly, and crawled onto the floor so that he would be level with her face. “I see.”

“So will you be able to?” Her voice held a pleading note in it.

“Ofcour-” Harry started but the flushing of the toilet interrupted him.

Hermione frowned, “Who’s there?” A warning look crossed her face, “We talked about personal relationships Harry, whoever it is better not be there when-”

Harry panicked, if Hermione found out it was Malfoy, ex Death eater and now vampire she’d go skitz!

“Err no it’s just Ron Hermione, he came back from Egypt for a few days and decided to spend them with me. Of course I‘ll have Luke this weekend”

Hermione’s face had gone beet red and she stumbled over her words in her haste to leave as she heard Harry’s bedroom door open.

“We’ll drop him off at around six on fr- Friday and pick him up at erm...erm about twelve on Sunday. Bye.” And with that she left just as Malfoy entered the room.

“Who was that?” Malfoy asked, pulling the sleeves of his jumper down casually.

Harry sighed a breath of relief and climbed back up onto the sofa. “It was Hermione asking if I would look after Luke this weekend.”

A gleam entered Malfoy’s eyes and he smiled devilishly. “Excellent, the perfect chance for him to get to know me!”

Harry shook his head, “nuh uh, I didn’t come up on the down boat Malfoy, there’s no way I’m exposing my son to you! You’d try and eat him or something, anyway Hermione has this rule about exposing Luke to my relationships so no can do anyway I’m afraid.”

The blonde opened his mouth to speak and then smiled roguishly, “so I’m in the relationship category am I?”

Harry blushed, “No! Your just a sticky patch that’s all.”

The vampire’s eyebrow lifted but he refrained from saying anything about Harry’s choice of phrase. Moving round to sit on the sofa he said, “Harry I couldn’t ‘eat’ Luke if I wanted to, he’s your spawn and as my mate eating him would violate the very nature of courtship and love.”

Harry blushed again, clearing his throat he said, “That still doesn’t solve the Hermione problem.”

“Say I’m a friend then,”

Harry thought for a moment, “I suppose I could say you were my best friend, but then what if she asks what your name is?”

“Call me by another name then.” Malfoy picked at his nails, obviously thinking Harry was making things more difficult than they needed to be.

“Yeah, I suppose I could... It might make things difficult in the future though.”

A sparkle of hope lit in Malfoy’s eyes but again all he said was, “Worry about the future when it comes Harry.”

***

Harry and Malfoy sat on the sofa before the fire on Thursday evening. Harry had found that once he accepted the fact that Malfoy wasn’t going anywhere for the foreseeable future and that both the Malfoy family and Brian McDorsey were happier if Harry was keeping an eye on Malfoy, they’d quickly settled into a routine.

Malfoy would bring Harry Coffee every morning and Harry would cook himself breakfast. Generally they’d eat lunch out in order to get out of the flat and then they would come home, play a board game and have something for dinner. Harry had found that both he and Malfoy were extremely competitive when it came to games of any sort and so found teaching Malfoy Monopoly extremely entertaining.

“So what is he like?” Harry broke out of his contemplation of the last few days and stared uncomprehendingly at his now sort of flat mate. “Who?”

“Luke of course, what are his interests, what does he like to do when he is here?”

Harry smiled, “Well he loves anything to do with quidditch, loves watching T.V as Hermione doesn’t let him that often. He’s very polite but shy and is quite withdrawn around me at times.”

“How often do you see him?” Malfoy asked taking a sip of the red wine he insisted Harry by earlier. Apparently it was sophisticated and looked like blood.

“Once a month usually, she’s going to Bathe this weekend though so I’m looking after him again.”

“Once a month?!” The vampire looked shocked.

“Yeah, She kind of never forgave me for being gay and not marrying her anyway for Luke’s sake. So now she has a husband and a wonderfully idyllic life, and I have Luke once a month.” He smiled somewhat bitterly, “She goes by the book where Luke’s concerned, or well, where everything’s concerned.”

“Once a month?!” Malfoy repeated slowly.

Harry tried to cover his embarrassment with inane chatter, “Yeah, it’s not that I’m a bad Father or anything its just-”

“Yet you allow her to restrict your access to once a month?”

Harry blanched, “I don’t ALLOW her to restrict my access Malfoy, I have no choice.” He said in a dangerous tone.

“How so? Does she have something over you or...?” The blonde trailed off, obviously at a loss.

Harry sighed, “I have no rights over Luke whatsoever, the mother has final say over everything unless you’re married. She kept me out of her life all through her pregnancy and that only added another crippling factor to my case. I thought you would have known all this?”

“I’ve no reason to have an extensive knowledge of parenting laws.” Malfoy drawled softly, “So why only once a month?”

Harry gave a bitter smile, “To the rest of the world Robert is Luke’s father, to keep his life as smooth and as stable as possible she wants me to be a very distant part of Luke’s world, split parenting is messy.”

Malfoy nodded but didn’t say anything, it was quite clear he found the whole situation detestable.

***

“Don’t you think he’s a little old for Mr Men books?” Malfoy drawled as he leant over the chest of toys Harry had just lugged from the cupboard.

Harry looked up from attaching a rubber edge to a low shelf. “I wouldn’t say so, he only started school this year, besides he likes them.”

“School?” Malfoy queried, holding up a rather moth eaten looking blue elephant and inspecting it closely. “There are no schools for children of his age group.”

“Not in the wizarding world no” Harry stood up and popped his back.

The vampire stared at him incredulously, “She never sent him to a MUGGLE school?”

Harry shrugged, “Well he has to learn the basics doesn’t he?”

“Yes but there are tutors for that kind of thing!”

Harry rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen, “You want some cheese? I’ve got a craving.”

“No thanks.” Malfoy called getting up from his crouched position and moving over to look at the DVD Harry had stashed next to the T.V.

Harry wandered out of the kitchen again, “You don’t eat much do you?”

“Well my food source is a little unavailable at the moment.” Malfoy said reading the back of the box.

“Isn’t it driving you crazy?” Harry asked with a frown on his face.

“Just a tad.”

“I suppose the fact that I’m your mate means you can’t feed off of me?” Harry said with a tinge of unease in his voice.

Malfoy was still examining the box of the DVD carefully. “No I can feed from you, I just can’t kill you.”

“Is that possible?” Harry asked, suddenly remembering his hankering for cheese and moving over to the fridge.

Unbeknownst to Harry the blonde rolled his eyes and went to sit on the sofa. “Of course its possible Potter, you really don’t know that much about vampires do you?” He called.

Harry grimaced as he put the cheese away, he really didn’t know that much about vampires, which was shocking considering the department he worked in. However at that moment his mind was on other things.

“Malfoy?” Harry said as he came out with his cheese.

But before the other man could answer Harry’s doorbell rang.

“Quick! Go in the bedroom and don’t make a sound!” Harry said frantically, setting down the cheese and hurrying towards the door.

Hermione spread her arms wide in a warm gesture as he opened the door, “Harry!”

“You’re early.” He just got out before she barged passed him into the living room, Robert and Luke followed behind.

“Oh isn’t this a charming little place? She said peering around. “I never quite took it in before I was always in such a rush.”

Harry placed his hands on his hips, but before he could ask her what she thought she was doing she was poking about in his kitchen.

“I don’t like the size of this fridge,” she called, “What if it fell? And really, blue Harry? In a kitchen?”

Harry grit his teeth, “It really isn’t-”

“Oh well it is quite nice.” She came out and seemed to spot the bedroom door, “Oh is that your bedroom?”

But before she was half way across the floor, Harry was blocking off the door. “That.” He stated in as nice a voice as possible. “Is private!”

She gave him a sweet smile, “Harry if Luke is sleeping in that room I’d like to see if its suitable.”

“I can promise you it is entirely suitable, now if you don’t mind I’d like to have some time with my son,” He said glancing pointedly at the door.

Hermione sighed agitatedly, “Really Harry I-”

“The door is just over there.” He said again, very politely.

“There isn’t any need for rudeness Potter.” Robert began.

“No darling its fine, come on Robert we will be late if we stop much longer.” Hermione said bending down to give Luke a kiss goodbye. “Goodbye darling, we’ll be back soon, have fun and no more conning Daddy into things you can’t have ok?”

“Yes Mummy.”

“Goodbye Luke!” Robert said, his booming voice echoing around the flat.

“Bye bye.” Luke said in a small voice.

Harry nodded tightly at them as they left and closed the door.

He smiled at Luke, “Hey there buddy, have you eaten?”

Luke nodded and deposited his rucksack on the floor.

“Ok well I’ve got a friend I’d like you to meet.” Harry said cheerfully opening the bedroom door.

He noted with relief that Malfoy had remembered to put a glamour on his fangs and waved him through to the living room. They’d decided to tell Luke Malfoy’s real name and deal with the repercussions later if there were any.

“This is Draco Malfoy, unfortunately his flat has been flooded so he’s staying with me for awhile. You don’t mind do you Luke?”

Luke shook his head and then ran to his Fathers leg and gripped it tightly.

“Hey,” Draco said kneeling down so that he was on Luke’s level. “I’m not that scary am I?”

Luke shook his head, his face still buried in Harry’s knee.

Harry and Malfoy glanced at each other and Harry shrugged. Luke was never normally this shy.

“I got us a DVD to watch Luke.” he said separating himself from his son with difficulty. “Why don’t you show Draco how it works, he’s hopeless with technology.”

***

Harry glanced fondly at his sleeping son sandwiched between himself and Draco. He’d dosed off just before the end of the film.

“Would you grab me a flannel Draco? He’s got ice cream all around his mouth.”

Draco smiled a funny smile at him.

“What?” Harry asked levering Luke up so he could change him into his pyjamas.

“You called me Draco.”

Harry pointedly kept his gaze fixed on his hands removing Luke’s shirt. “The flannel please.”

Draco suppressed another smile and walked off. Harry got Luke down to his underwear and started to pull his Pyjamas on. He frowned when Luke partially woke up and winced as he pulled his Pyjama top on.

“Am I hurting you Luke?” He asked in concern.

But Luke simply nodded back off to sleep.

Taking the proffered flannel as Draco came back into the room Harry wiped Luke’s mouth and carried him to bed, depositing him on the left side.

Tucking him in he left the door slightly ajar so as to hear if he woke up or had a nightmare.

Crossing back to the sofa he slumped down. “Oh god what an evening.”

Draco smiled, “He’ll soon get over the shyness don’t worry.”

Harry frowned, “Yes I know but he’s never been that shy before, I hope he doesn’t sense your a vampire or anything.”

Which, he realised, reminded him.

“Draco?”

“Yes...” The blonde said.

“If...if I were to...to offer for you to feed off me for a short time, would it make you feel better?”

Draco’s head shot back, “Wow, I wasn’t anticipating that. Well, yes of course it would make me feel better.”

“Ok,” Harry gingerly pulled the neck of his T shirt down and closed his eyes.

“What you want me to do it now?” Harry could hear the surprise in the other mans voice.

He nodded, “Just get it over with will you? My kind nature’s starting to dwindle under the fear of the pain.”

Draco, nodded his head several times, taking in exactly what Harry was offering.

Harry felt the sofa dip as Draco moved forward on his hands and knees. He shivered when he felt the other mans breath on his neck. The fear inside him was causing adrenaline to shoot through his veins and he trembled slightly.

Gently the vampire positioned his teeth on Harry’s neck, the two razor sharp points just barely touching Harry’s skin. Then suddenly the teeth were inside him, inside his jugular and it felt...exquisite, the most gentle of intrusions. Then he began to suck and oh...the feeling of the blood rushing from his body sent tingles through his blood stream. It was like the most intense love bite, so delicate, so sensitive. Harry began to hear a soft moaning in the distance and opened his mouth to tell Draco to quieten down... But he couldn’t get the words out. His body was on over load and suddenly without even realising he’d had a hard on he felt a hot wetness shoot against the restricting wall of his boxers.

The Vampire detached himself from his victims neck and smiled, “You seemed to enjoy that.”

Harry could not speak, instead he pulled up his Tee shirt and sent Malfoy an embarrassed smile. Pointing at the bedroom he swiftly got up and said a quiet good night..

Closing the door behind him Harry tried to quiet his trembling body.

“Oh wow.”