VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

thanks to Narcissa for finetuning the story.


Chapter Six


“Enter,” was heard from a weakened voice inside.

Harry stepped into the rooms, hating to see the pain on Remus’s face knowing he was recovering from his werewolf transformation. “Remus,” he quietly said.

Remus looked to Harry, his eyes burning in anger. “If this is someone’s idea of a sick joke, it’s not funny,” he angrily said taking a step back.

“Remus,” Harry said, rushing over to him, “it’s me, Harry.”

“But Harry’s dead.”

“No Remus, it’s me.”

“Prove it,” Remus said taking in Harry’s facial expressions to see if he was telling the truth.

“Third year when you taught me the Patronus spell, I couldn’t do it at first. The memory wasn’t strong enough. My first thought was when I first rode a broom,” Harry smiled.

“My Gods . . . Harry,” Remus hoarsely said, lifting the hair from the scar on Harry’s forehead, then cupped the side of his face. “It’s really you.”

“So sorry Remus,” Harry whispered gathering him in his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you Harry.” Remus cried, hugging him tight. “I thought you died.” His sensitive nose picked up the different scent. “But you did, didn’t you?” He asked, letting Harry go to take a closer look.

“I figured you would sense that,” Harry grinned, then led Remus to the couch. “Would you like a drink before I tell you my tale?”

“Yes, I think I’ll need it,” Remus said, then was surprised when Harry used wandless magic to Accio the firewhiskey and two glasses over to them.

Harry then told Remus how he spent his summer months, from the time Stryder picked him up at the London train station, to the night before he came back to Hogwarts, to that very night . . . leaving nothing out. Remus let Harry talk, not interrupting until his training came up. “It sounds like you’ve accepted it all right,” Remus said.

“I didn’t at first, but I’m all right with it now.”

“My Defense classes will seem pretty tame to you now.”

“I plan on not showing a lot of what I know. I don’t want to risk Voldemort finding out right away.”

“Maybe you could teach me a thing or two,” Remus grinned.

“There are a few things that could benefit the students,” Harry replied, returning the warm smile.

“So, it sounds like you made some new friends,” Remus teased.

“Yes, they are good friends,” Harry smiled, then went serious. “Do you think Mum and Dad would have been disappointed in me?”

“No, I don’t Harry. They would have been very proud of you. As for your sexual preference, I think they would have accepted it. It’s not the gender, but the feelings you have inside for that person that matters. They knew that Sirius was in love with a wizard,” Remus finished.

“Sirius was in love with a male?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I would have said that he was in love with anything male at one point, but I believe he fell deeply in love. He just didn’t have enough time before the war and then Azkaban. He did try to live life as fully as possible while he was here.” One corner of Remus’s mouth twitched up in an awkward smile.

“Merlin . . . I didn’t know,” Harry said. “But it does make me even more sorry that we never got to talk about it.”

“It’s okay Harry,” Remus replied, grasping Harry’s hand. “He wouldn’t want you to grieve for him.”

“More like play a practical joke on Severus in his memory instead,” Harry laughed.

“Most likely,” Remus chuckled. “So, your Siress is Severus’s daughter? What are the odds of that?” He smirked, shaking his head.



It was a few hours later, after catching up, that Remus looked down at Harry who was leaning against his side, his head resting on his shoulder as he slept. He carefully got up and lay Harry on the couch, transfiguring the leather pants to pajama bottoms. He covered him up with a blanket, stroking the black hair fondly as Harry slept. “I’ll always be there for you Harry,” he whispered before leaving Harry to sleep as he went to his own bed.


~*~


Harry crept up to the bed, gazing at the unmarked skin of a muscled chest and stomach. He slowly undressed as he came closer, his cock already hardening as he imagined burying himself deep into the man in the bed. He leaned down and kissed the neck of the sleeping man, then smiled against the warm skin when the neck arched back. He began to kiss and lick the smooth column, moving his way down to the firm chest.

“Mmm . . . Harry,” the other moaned as his hands came up to tangle in his hair.

Harry swirled his tongue around a nipple, sucking on it until it was a hardened peak, while his hand slid down the trembling stomach. He shifted on top of the other and moaned around the other nipple as their erections ground against each other’s. The legs spread beneath him, to slide up and down the back of his legs.

Harry held down the writhing hips as he trailed wet kisses down the other man’s stomach, to suddenly plunge his tongue into the navel, much like he wanted to do somewhere else. The man beneath him was breathing harshly as his lips moved lower, nibbling on a bare hip, his tongue tracing the black dragon tattoo marked there. His hands glided down the firm thighs, spreading them more as he nuzzled his nose into the pubic hair, rubbing his cheek against the hardened length.

His tongue and lips made their way lower, giving a swirl of his tongue against the scrotum. He pushed the one leg forward as he blew lightly on the puckered hole, a gasping moan heard from the other man. He gave a long swipe of the hole with his tongue, teasing the entrance with the tip of his tongue before plunging inside.

The other’s hand gripped his own length, stroking it in time with the thrusts of the tongue inside of him. Harry couldn’t wait to taste him . . . to fuck him hard. He withdrew his mouth, then moved up to engulf the head of his cock in his mouth, moaning at the first taste of him. He slid a lubricated finger inside of the other as he took him deeper into his mouth.

“Please . . . more . . . need you,” the other moaned thrusting his hips up for more.

Harry added another finger, then another, as he continued to practically swallow the hard length whole. Fingers tugged in his hair as his mouth was being fucked by the other. He thrust his fingers in deep, hitting the prostate repeatedly. His head was pushed down, his fingers gripped in the tight inner walls as the other came, his cum eagerly swallowed by Harry.

He gave a final lick to the head of the softening cock, moving forward to lean over the heaving body. He positioned his aching, lubricated cock at the entrance and drove in, fast and hard.

“Gods . . . so tight,” he groaned as he drew back, flexing his muscles to thrust back in again. Hands were gripping his hips; legs were wrapped around his waist as his thrusts grew to a frenzied rhythm. He leaned closer, nibbling on the arched neck, then giving in to his blood lust to pierce the skin with his fangs. He moaned as the blood flowed into his mouth, the pressure in his balls tightening.

His hand gripped the other’s hip as he ground himself in deep, erupting inside. He withdrew his fangs and licked the puncture wounds closed, kissing his way up the neck, to the jaw to look down . . .

Harry woke up, moaning in frustration, his hand still wrapped around his softened cock. “Fuck! So close,” he muttered as he lay back on the couch. This mystery man has been in his dreams for quite a few months now. He knows he hasn’t slept with this person before, but he was beginning to get frustrated when he was never able to see the other’s face. He couldn’t even tell what color his hair was.

He looked around the room, remembering he was still in Remus’s rooms. He noticed his leather pants and button down shirt folded neatly on the table with a folded note. He swung his feet to the floor and reached for the note.


Harry,

You looked like you were enjoying your dream, so I’ll leave you to make your way down to breakfast in the Great Hall.

Wasn’t sure the style of clothing you wear, so I had the house elves clean what you were wearing for you. Sixth and seventh years do not need to wear uniforms this year. Something the Headmaster’s trying out.

I will see you downstairs Harry, and I am happy beyond belief that you’re back with us.

Love Remy


Harry took a quick shower in Remus’s rooms and dressed in the clothes he wore the day before, but changed the color of the shirt to black instead of the green. He looked at the clock to see breakfast was just beginning.

When he entered the Great Hall again, all eyes followed him as he sat across from Ron and Hermione.

“Did you sleep well Harry?” Hermione asked, glaring at the students around them who were blatantly staring.

“Yes, I did. Remus and I talked for hours before I passed out on his couch,” Harry replied, dishing some eggs and potatoes onto his plate.

“Did you get your new schedule yet?” Hermione asked.

“Supposed to get it after breakfast. I guess I start my classes after lunch,” Harry said seeing Ron looking at him.

“Ron, I’m still me,” Harry quietly said.

“I know,” Ron shrugged, looking down at his own plate.

“Do you want to gather some people for a game of Quidditch later?” Harry asked.

The look of relief was not easy to miss on Ron’s face. “That would be brilliant. Maybe we should see what Ginny’s got?”

Harry picked up a glass and took a sip, closing his eyes in appreciation as he tasted his drink. “Is that . . . ?” Ron began.

“Yes. Dumbledore must have arranged it,” Harry grinned. “Want some?” he asked, holding his glass towards him.

“Uh . . . no thanks mate,” Ron shook his head, backing away. “I’ll stick to pumpkin juice.”

“Don’t know what you’re missing,” Harry teased.

“So is this Kinsey person anything like Snape?” Ron asked.

“Now that I know that she’s his daughter, I can see similarities, like her determination, her attitude that she won’t put up with any nonsense, but she’s also fun to be around. I found that I was able to be myself around her.”

“Yourself?” Hermione asked.

“I always had people tell me what to do and how to do it, which always tended to get me into trouble in some way or another. People had this perception that Harry Potter was good and could do no wrong. Well, I don’t like being good . . . I’m not evil, but I’d like to show a little of that Slytherin side of me every once in a while,” he smirked.

“Well, whatever way you are Harry, I’m still your friend,” Hermione smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“Me too mate,” Ron said, swinging his leg over the bench to get up.

“Don’t I get a kiss too, Ron?” Harry teased.

“Wanker,” Ron laughed, then helped Hermione to her feet.

Harry watched his friends leave the Great Hall, feeling relieved he hadn’t lost their friendship. He wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out when Ron had punched him when he came back. He looked across the hall when he felt someone was watching him, then locked gazes with Draco who was looking intently at him. His eyes moved lower to watch as Draco darted his tongue out, licking his lips. He wondered how those lips tasted after Draco looked away.

“Potter,” Severus said from behind him. “I’m to show you to your rooms.”

Harry got up and fell in step with Severus’s long strides. “You know Severus, you can be considered family now,” he smirked, “with Kinsey being my Siress, that would make you a . . . grandfather to me.”

“Watch it Harry,” Severus said, glaring over at Harry, the corner of his lips curling up in amusement. “At least you’re not my son,” he added giving a dramatic shudder.

Once they were in Harry’s rooms, Harry looked around noticing his things were put away already. He came back out to the common room area to see Severus still there.

“This is your schedule, and a few vials of the blood lust potion to take once a week,” Severus said, handing him the parchment and vials.

“I could have made some myself Severus,” Harry said, holding up a vial. “Kinsey showed me how.”

“‘You’, making potions?” Severus smirked.

“I’ve gotten a lot better,” Harry defensively said.

“We shall see,” Severus retorted.

“Severus,” Harry began looking directly into his eyes. “Did you ever think of turning me?”

“Yes, I did,” Severus sighed, “but Albus told me if I did, I would lose my position here.”

“Even if it could help win against Voldemort?” Harry asked. Severus nodded. “Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t then, Hogwarts would have lost a great Professor.”

“Sucking up won’t give you points Harry,” Severus smirked, but inwardly was warmed by Harry’s compliment.

“Just to let you know . . . and I’ve told Remus already, I will be holding back some of my powers and abilities.”

“If you would like, we can continue your private training where you won’t need to hold back. We don’t have much time.”

“When?” Harry asked.

“Halloween. There will be a Portkey that will take you to Voldemort’s mansion.”

“What’s the Portkey?”

“I’m not sure yet. Lucius will be letting me know.”

“I still can’t believe he’s on our side,” Harry mused shaking his head.

“He has been for quite a few years. When he approached Albus about spying, Albus wasn’t going to pass on that opportunity. Lucius is still part of the inner circle, as I . . . am not,” Severus said.

“So all those years he was trying to kill me was just a front?”

“Did you ever hear him actually start saying the killing curse? Yes, he wanted to hurt you, but not kill you.”

“Well, that’s reassuring,” Harry snorted sarcastically.

“Lucius’s problem was based on jealousy, as mine was on your git of a father.”

“Jealousy?”

“Lucius had dated your mother in school, but his father put a stop to that when he found out. Lily turned to her best friend James, and they then became closer. Lucius sees you and remembers Lily but sees James in your facial features.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?” Harry asked sitting down.

“Never came up,” Severus shrugged, turning to leave. “See you after lunch. Your first class is in NEWT Potions,” he smirked.

“Great,” Harry grimaced. “Severus?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks.”

“Prat,” Severus grinned, then left Harry’s rooms to attend his first class that was already waiting for him.


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