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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
14,509
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
6
Disclaimer:
I don't own HP or AB. I donot gain any money from writing this fic. I don't own the characters. The only thing I have is a copy of all 7 HP books.
Chapter 6
Disclaimer? In one of these chapters somewhere, do I really need to repeat it? Nope, didn’t think so.
Thank you to Serenity Slytherin, Sealunis, and Naia for helping me with the French. These are the three I turn to for the French in this fic. I do my own Japanese (hint hint).
Translations for French words will be at the bottom.* Sorry for getting some of the French words wrong if they are.
Poll
Ron: good- 3
Bad – 4
Dumbledore: good – 1
Bad - 5
Chapter 6 Location: France…
Harry and Asher have spent the last week getting Harry ready for traveling the world. Getting passports, clothes, nourishment, and learning French so that Harry could converse with the locals.
After arriving in France, and in between French lessons Asher and Harry were growing closer and closer together. They noticed that after the first day of lessons in French that Harry seemed to be able to pick up the language very quickly without the need of books.
He seemed to learn the whole language by listening and picking up from conversations around them. Harry didn’t know if his magic was somehow facilitating his ability or if it was all natural ability to learn languagues quickly. Either way he was able to listen and hold conversations in French with no problem after the first week.
Asher also made Harry his pomme-de-sang and now the two slept in the same bed during the day instead of separate rooms.
Tonight, though, was a night that Asher had been planning since Harry agreed to be his pomme-de-sang. He was going to take Harry to a club run by vampires for all creatures considered ‘dark’. Asher wanted Harry to get used to hanging around the creatures of the night so that when they returned to St. Louis he would have no problem with the weres or vampires.
It took a bit but Asher finally convinced Harry to dress in black leather pants and a button down green silk shirt, with only the bottom half buttoned. With a little make up and brushed hair the two were on their way to one of the more expensive night clubs around, Sombre Sang .
When they arrived at the club Harry noticed the long line of weres and vampires waiting to be let in, with only five being allowed at a time.
“Asher, there’s such a long line. You sure we can get in?” Harry asked as Asher started pulling him to the front doors ignoring the line completely.
“Mon magicien, ignore them. We are allowed in at any time no matter how long the line is.” Asher walked up and the bouncer, a giant were-bear opened the doors for them. Once they were inside and had their coats removed they moved towards the bar to get some drinks. Harry, being underage, was trying to convince Asher that they wouldn’t allow him to drink anything. Asher, it seems, ignoring him entirely, pat him on the ass, and sent him to find an empty table or booth for them to use.
As Harry left Asher’s side he started scanning the room for a free spot and listened to the surrounding conversations. One in particular caught his attention.
“Regarde ce petit cul!”
“Tu ne trouves pas qu'il est à croquer?”
“Sûrement un bon coup au lit.” Harry heard the conversation coming from the group of wereleopards and a werewolf sitting at the table next to the booth he had chosen for Asher and himself. When Harry turned his head he noticed that all four people at the table were staring at him like he was a slab of rare stake.
“Désolé les gars mais je suis pris.” Harry said as he passed their table.
“Tu veux passer la nuit avec moi, mon beau?” One asked as he groped Harry’s ass and started to massage it.
“Fout le camp.” Harry said trying to get out of the were’s grasp. The wereleopard just pulled Harry closer to himself and started to try and slip his hands down the back of Harry’s leather pants, ignoring Harry’s struggles. The others at the table were all cheering the wereleopard on and getting louder by the minute.
“Je t'ai dit fout le camp!” Harry exclaimed while mentally calling Asher for help. He never stopped his struggles but it became harder to struggle as the were entrapped his arms behind his back with one hand and got closer to gaining access to Harry’s ass.
Finally he slipped his hand down the pants, slid his middle finger between the cheeks and splayed his hand over both sides. The were moved his fingers further down and pulled Harry between his legs. Grinning he lowered his head down to be level with Harry’s crotch and moved closer.
Just as he was about to mouth Harry through the leather his head was pulled back painfully by his hair until he was looking into the eyes of a mad vampire.
"Qu'est ce que tu crois faire avec mon compagnon?" Asher whispered into the wereleopard’s ear.
"On s'amuse juste un peu…" The were winced as Asher pulled harder. The were got the point and released Harry from his grasp.
"Le jeu est fini. Viens mon petit." Asher grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled him closer while starting to walk towards the booth that was still empty.
"Oui, maître." Harry said loud enough for the group at the table could hear.
Once Harry and Asher were sitting down at the table Harry curled into Asher’s embrace and laid his head on Asher’s chest.
“You did good in calling me Harry.” Asher whispered into Harry’s hair.
“I tried to resist and get away.”
“That was a wereleopard as you know, they are very strong. Don’t worry, they won’t bother you again.” Asher said as a waiter came over with the drinks he had ordered. “Now drink what I got you and you’ll feel better.”
“But I’m underage…”
“I am the one that got it for you, no one can say anything. Don’t make me become tricky just to get you to drink it.” Asher warned.
After a couple drinks each Asher lead Harry out onto the dance floor and the two spent hours dancing before leaving the club an hour before dawn to continue their fun at home behind closed doors.
OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo
Translations (in order of appearance)
Dark Blood (the club name)
Look at that ass.
Doesn’t he look eatable?
Probably great in bed.
Sorry boys I’m taken.
Want to spend the night with me gorgeous?
Fuck off.
I said fuck off!
What do you think you are doing with my pet/companion?
Just a little fun…
Your fun is over. Come my little one.
Yes master.
Translations down by the wonderful people list up top.
How long will they stay in France? Who knows, but next chapter look for more about people back in England. Maybe they’ll finally realize Harry isn’t at the Dursleys…
Thank you to Serenity Slytherin, Sealunis, and Naia for helping me with the French. These are the three I turn to for the French in this fic. I do my own Japanese (hint hint).
Translations for French words will be at the bottom.* Sorry for getting some of the French words wrong if they are.
Poll
Ron: good- 3
Bad – 4
Dumbledore: good – 1
Bad - 5
Chapter 6 Location: France…
Harry and Asher have spent the last week getting Harry ready for traveling the world. Getting passports, clothes, nourishment, and learning French so that Harry could converse with the locals.
After arriving in France, and in between French lessons Asher and Harry were growing closer and closer together. They noticed that after the first day of lessons in French that Harry seemed to be able to pick up the language very quickly without the need of books.
He seemed to learn the whole language by listening and picking up from conversations around them. Harry didn’t know if his magic was somehow facilitating his ability or if it was all natural ability to learn languagues quickly. Either way he was able to listen and hold conversations in French with no problem after the first week.
Asher also made Harry his pomme-de-sang and now the two slept in the same bed during the day instead of separate rooms.
Tonight, though, was a night that Asher had been planning since Harry agreed to be his pomme-de-sang. He was going to take Harry to a club run by vampires for all creatures considered ‘dark’. Asher wanted Harry to get used to hanging around the creatures of the night so that when they returned to St. Louis he would have no problem with the weres or vampires.
It took a bit but Asher finally convinced Harry to dress in black leather pants and a button down green silk shirt, with only the bottom half buttoned. With a little make up and brushed hair the two were on their way to one of the more expensive night clubs around, Sombre Sang .
When they arrived at the club Harry noticed the long line of weres and vampires waiting to be let in, with only five being allowed at a time.
“Asher, there’s such a long line. You sure we can get in?” Harry asked as Asher started pulling him to the front doors ignoring the line completely.
“Mon magicien, ignore them. We are allowed in at any time no matter how long the line is.” Asher walked up and the bouncer, a giant were-bear opened the doors for them. Once they were inside and had their coats removed they moved towards the bar to get some drinks. Harry, being underage, was trying to convince Asher that they wouldn’t allow him to drink anything. Asher, it seems, ignoring him entirely, pat him on the ass, and sent him to find an empty table or booth for them to use.
As Harry left Asher’s side he started scanning the room for a free spot and listened to the surrounding conversations. One in particular caught his attention.
“Regarde ce petit cul!”
“Tu ne trouves pas qu'il est à croquer?”
“Sûrement un bon coup au lit.” Harry heard the conversation coming from the group of wereleopards and a werewolf sitting at the table next to the booth he had chosen for Asher and himself. When Harry turned his head he noticed that all four people at the table were staring at him like he was a slab of rare stake.
“Désolé les gars mais je suis pris.” Harry said as he passed their table.
“Tu veux passer la nuit avec moi, mon beau?” One asked as he groped Harry’s ass and started to massage it.
“Fout le camp.” Harry said trying to get out of the were’s grasp. The wereleopard just pulled Harry closer to himself and started to try and slip his hands down the back of Harry’s leather pants, ignoring Harry’s struggles. The others at the table were all cheering the wereleopard on and getting louder by the minute.
“Je t'ai dit fout le camp!” Harry exclaimed while mentally calling Asher for help. He never stopped his struggles but it became harder to struggle as the were entrapped his arms behind his back with one hand and got closer to gaining access to Harry’s ass.
Finally he slipped his hand down the pants, slid his middle finger between the cheeks and splayed his hand over both sides. The were moved his fingers further down and pulled Harry between his legs. Grinning he lowered his head down to be level with Harry’s crotch and moved closer.
Just as he was about to mouth Harry through the leather his head was pulled back painfully by his hair until he was looking into the eyes of a mad vampire.
"Qu'est ce que tu crois faire avec mon compagnon?" Asher whispered into the wereleopard’s ear.
"On s'amuse juste un peu…" The were winced as Asher pulled harder. The were got the point and released Harry from his grasp.
"Le jeu est fini. Viens mon petit." Asher grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled him closer while starting to walk towards the booth that was still empty.
"Oui, maître." Harry said loud enough for the group at the table could hear.
Once Harry and Asher were sitting down at the table Harry curled into Asher’s embrace and laid his head on Asher’s chest.
“You did good in calling me Harry.” Asher whispered into Harry’s hair.
“I tried to resist and get away.”
“That was a wereleopard as you know, they are very strong. Don’t worry, they won’t bother you again.” Asher said as a waiter came over with the drinks he had ordered. “Now drink what I got you and you’ll feel better.”
“But I’m underage…”
“I am the one that got it for you, no one can say anything. Don’t make me become tricky just to get you to drink it.” Asher warned.
After a couple drinks each Asher lead Harry out onto the dance floor and the two spent hours dancing before leaving the club an hour before dawn to continue their fun at home behind closed doors.
OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo
Translations (in order of appearance)
Dark Blood (the club name)
Look at that ass.
Doesn’t he look eatable?
Probably great in bed.
Sorry boys I’m taken.
Want to spend the night with me gorgeous?
Fuck off.
I said fuck off!
What do you think you are doing with my pet/companion?
Just a little fun…
Your fun is over. Come my little one.
Yes master.
Translations down by the wonderful people list up top.
How long will they stay in France? Who knows, but next chapter look for more about people back in England. Maybe they’ll finally realize Harry isn’t at the Dursleys…