A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter seven

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ron, slight Harry/Ron/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/others, other male/male later

Rating: NC-17

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

Words: About 4,600

Notes: Trying to do things different in this fic than any others.

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

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“Harry, stop it!”

“Potter, you great sod, stop!”

“Harry!”

“Harry!!”

Harry ignored them. He needed blood and he didn’t care that it was Snape he was getting it from. The old, greasy wizard’s blood was actually not bad and Harry wanted to get as much as possible before someone could stop him.

What finally did stop Harry was a sudden Petrificous Totalus. Frozen, Snape was able to push Harry off him, but it took a few heaves in order to do it, he was so weak. Although totally petrified, Harry could still see just who it was that had used that spell against him.

It was Hermione.

“Oh God, I can’t believe I did that!” she shrieked, looking so upset she was on the verge of tears. She dropped her wand and ran to Harry. Everyone else in the room was stunned, almost as if they were petrified as well.

Remus went to Snape straight away to heal his wounds. Snape was all right; just a little weak from blood loss.

“Hermione, Ron, put Harry back into his bedroom and let the curse wear off by itself,” said Remus.

Hermione gasped. “What?”

“Let him stay petrified?” said Ron.

“Yes,” said Remus, softly. “It’ll give Harry time to think about what he’s done, and help calm him down.”

Harry wanted to snap and snarl, but being frozen it was sort of hard to do. Mentally he vowed to make Remus pay for that. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do to Hermione, though.

“Right,” said Ron, and then he took out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Hermione did the same, and together they levitated Harry out of the room. Harry wasn’t sure what Malfoy thought of all this, since he couldn’t see him from his point of view.

Once he was on his bed, Hermione covered him up with the blanket and then she and Ron left the room. Harry heard a few spells being cast, and then they were gone. He guessed they put a locking spell on the door. They were right to be scared of him right now, he thought. Once he was unpetrified, he was coming for them.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Harry was still petrified. He tried to see if he could command Ron or Hermione telepathically to make them undo the spell, but he found he couldn’t. He did, however, have some of Snape’s blood in him now. Concentrating as hard as he could, he tried to summon Snape to help him. Oddly enough, nothing was happening. Harry wondered if it was because he was petrified or if Hermione had added an extra spell on the room to make sure he couldn’t use his summoning powers.

Five minutes later, and Harry was starting to calm down some. What helped to calm him were thoughts of revenge dancing in his head. They really didn’t think that once he was released of this spell he’d be all friendly with them, did they? Unless they mean to keep him locked up in the room until he realized that taking revenge on his friends was a bad thing and that he wouldn’t get any human blood unless he agreed to behave himself from now on.

If that were the case, then he’d have to go along with their plan, for now. If he showed them any anger or aggression, he’d never get any wizard blood again.

When the spell finally lifted, Harry just laid there, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Deciding to keep his temper, Harry transformed into a bat and flew up to the crack in the wall. He squeezed through and made his way to Draco’s room again. It seemed that that was the only place the crawlspace from his room ended up. He wished he could go to the sitting room, but he’d have to make do with what he could.

Draco was still in the room, but dressed and sitting on his bed. Snape was sitting next to Draco as if he hadn’t just had his blood sucked out of him, and they were talking in low voices. Harry aimed his ears toward them to hear what they were saying.

“… It’s only for a while, and then you can come downstairs to eat dinner.”

“What if Potter’s down there?” Malfoy said, shifting his eyes nervously.

“He won’t be,” said Snape. “He’s locked in his room.”

“Are you sure he won’t be able to get out?” said Malfoy. “He got into my room last time, didn’t he?”

“Do not worry about it, Draco. Don’t even think on it. You should be reviewing your school texts anyway, so that the NEWTS instructor can test you.”

Malfoy nodded, frowning. “I’ll try…”

Snape eyed him warily. “Are you certain that Potter didn’t bite you?”

“Positive, sir,” said Malfoy.

That shocked Harry. He thought for sure that Malfoy would be whining and using whatever he could to his advantage like he did with Buckbeak, but it seemed that perhaps Malfoy just couldn’t prove it anyway, since he didn’t have any bite marks on his neck.

“And you won’t tell me just what he did to you?” sighed Snape, sounding disappointed. Harry cheered inwardly that Malfoy was keeping their coupling a secret.

Malfoy had gone pink, though, and it made Harry want to laugh.

“No,” said Malfoy. “I’m sorry, sir. I’d—I’d rather not…”

Snape placed a hand on Malfoy’s shoulder, patting it softly. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Harry felt something burning with intensity inside him. He wanted to smack Snape’s hand away from Malfoy’s shoulder and… do unspeakable things to Snape—hurtful things.

“Yes, sir,” said Malfoy. Finally, Snape left the room. Harry waited a few minutes before climbing out of his hidey-hole and landing on the carpet. Malfoy let out a small shriek and dove under the covers. Harry transformed back.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry hissed. “I don’t want Snape coming back…”

The door opened, and Harry immediately transformed back into a bat and hid in a lampshade.

“What is it, Draco?” said Snape, wand drawn.

Malfoy opened and closed his mouth a few times, but found he couldn’t speak. Then he shook his head. “Nothing, sir… I’m fine… just startled myself…”

Snape sighed, shaking his head. He put his wand away. “Stay calm, Draco. Take a nap if you must. I’ll go see if Lupin started dinner yet.”

“Yes, sir,” said Malfoy. “Thank you, sir.”

Snape left. Harry waited until Snape’s footfalls died away before coming out of the lamp and turning back to human. Malfoy brought his blankets up to his chin as if he were afraid that Harry would pounce on him if he saw too much skin. Harry smirked.

“What’s wrong, Malfoy?” he said, coming toward him. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

“H-h-how’d you get out?” Malfoy said in a terrified whisper.

Harry grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Malfoy scooted further under the blankets. “You’re going to take revenge on me, aren’t you?”

Harry stopped short. Well, he was thinking of revenge, but it wasn’t against Malfoy at all.

He shook his head. “No. Why would I want to take revenge against you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Professor Snape, then?” said Malfoy weakly. “You shouldn’t, you know. There are many here that would stop you.”

Harry stopped right beside Malfoy’s bed and looked down at him. “Not Snape.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened. “Granger?”

Harry smirked and shrugged one shoulder. “Perhaps. Perhaps Remus as well.”

Malfoy’s eyes were suddenly glittering. “Will you kill them?”

Harry’s own eyes widened, shocked. Did he really want to kill Hermione and Remus?

He shook his head, frowning. “No… no, I don’t think I could kill them.”

Malfoy looked a little crestfallen at that. He also seemed to have relaxed a little after Harry had told him that he wasn’t going to take revenge on him. He sat up straighter, staring at Harry.

“What will you do to them, then?” he asked, actually sounding curious.

Harry raised an eyebrow. This was a side of Malfoy he hadn’t seen before. Well, he had, but not like this—not for Harry’s benefit. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Malfoy and it made Malfoy shift away from him an inch.

“I haven’t decided on what to do to them. Hermione… it might be too easy to get revenge on her. Remus, though, I’m not so sure about. I can’t bite him, because his blood tastes horrid.”

“Worse than animal blood?”

The corner of Harry’s lip twitched. “Yes. A thousand times worse.”

Malfoy made a face, and it actually made Harry feel better that Malfoy was being sympathetic toward him.

“You could…” Malfoy started to say, but then he clammed up.

“I could what?” said Harry, eyeing him critically.

Malfoy’s cheeks went pink. “Er, well… I don’t know if you’d be that cruel, but you could sabotage Lupin’s Wolfsbane.”

Harry’s brows rose. “That is cruel.”

Malfoy shrugged. “Well, if you want to get revenge on Lupin that badly, that’s the way to go.”

He had a point, Harry thought. But then thoughts of that day when he and Remus talked things out and the knowledge that Remus will always be his friend, even though he’s a vampire, flitted in his mind.

Suddenly, his soul sang with compassion. He couldn’t do it. No matter how upset he was at Remus, he just couldn’t do it. Remus was only doing what he thought was right. It wouldn’t do to follow through with Malfoy’s plan. What if Remus got loose and ended up biting someone? What if Remus came at him and they had to fight?

Finally, Harry shook his head. “Nah, I think I’ll leave Remus be. Hermione, though… she should have known better.”

Malfoy’s eyes shone. “Want me to help you get revenge on Granger? I have all my things here; I could make you any kind of potion or look up a spell…”

Harry pursed his lips, carefully. He was actually grateful to Malfoy for trying to help him out, but he feared that if he got Malfoy involved, not only would Remus have a fit, but so would Snape.

“Thanks for the offer, Malfoy, but I’d rather you didn’t get involved. If anything happened, it should be only my fault.”

Malfoy looked surprised. Well, it was a first for Harry to not want to get Malfoy into trouble.

After that, Malfoy seemed to have warmed up more to Harry. He shoved the blankets off his body and let out a breath. Harry could see that Malfoy had been sweating under there, since he still had his clothes on. A sweat drop was slowly sliding down the side of Malfoy’s face, and it made Harry lick his lips. Malfoy didn’t notice.

“How was Professor Snape’s blood?” Malfoy asked, looking genuinely curious. “Was it average, OK, or really good?”

Harry took advantage of Malfoy’s comfort and moved closer, as if he wished to whisper it to him. Malfoy leaned in as a result, as if expecting a secret.

“It was OK,” said Harry quietly. “Not the best I’ve had, but it wasn’t awful either.”

Malfoy was still looking curious. “Whose blood has been the best so far?”

Harry licked his lips instinctively. “So far, it’s Ron’s. Then again, I haven’t tasted your blood yet…”

Malfoy flinched away. Harry got even closer so that his knee was now pressing against Malfoy’s thigh. Malfoy looked up at Harry through his fringe, cheeks tinting softly. Harry brought his face closer to Malfoy’s.

“You smell incredible, did you know?” whispered Harry. “It took all my willpower not to bite you last night…”

Malfoy shivered. “You-you want to bite me right now, don’t you?”

Harry was so close now that their foreheads almost touched. Malfoy kept his head down, but Harry stayed still as if Malfoy would flee from him the minute he moved.

“… Maybe,” he said, barely a whisper.

“I’m afraid you might lose control,” said Malfoy softly. He lifted his head, and then their lips were mere inches away. “And you’ll… kill… me…”

Instinct took over and Harry surged forward, closing the gap between them. Malfoy started, but whimpered into Harry’s mouth, kissing back. Harry could already tell he was hard; it didn’t take much. Perhaps Malfoy was the one that was meant to be his Blood Doll. Perhaps he ought to release Ron and Hermione from their duties as his Blood Dolls so that they wouldn’t have to feel so bad about refusing him anymore.

Then Malfoy parted his lips and he forgot about Ron and Hermione completely. Harry sneaked a hand up into Malfoy’s shirt to gently pinch a nipple. Malfoy moaned wantonly, pressing his body into Harry’s and wildly running a hand through Harry’s hair.

Suddenly, the door banged open and Malfoy jerked away.

“There you are!” Remus shouted, panting and looking cross. “I had a feeling you used that hole in the wall to escape.”

Harry snarled. He was mostly upset in being interrupted from his snogging session. Also, his trousers were tenting in a most embarrassing way. “What do you want?” he snapped.

Remus narrowed his eyes. “Don’t take that tone with me, Harry. I was coming to get you because dinner is ready.” He glanced over at Malfoy, whom was very red in the face. “And I come to find that you’re still after young Malfoy here…”

“He didn’t bite me,” said Malfoy quickly.

“I saw that,” said Remus. He ogled Harry peculiarly. “I have a funny feeling I know what you did to Draco last night, Harry. I don’t know if I’m pleased by it or not. You do know that once you have sex with someone, you become attached to them?”

Harry blinked. “Attached, how?”

“I mean that you’ll slowly become more obsessed with Malfoy, and no one else. You’ll want to stay near him, always have him at hand and always want to touch him, and even… bite him. I know you haven’t bitten him yet, that’s what’s so weird about this.”

“What happens if I do bite him?” Harry said.

Remus’s mouth became a very thin line. “Then, you’ll always go to him instead of seeking others out.”

“In other words, I’ll be his new Blood Doll,” said Malfoy, looking miserable.

“Something like that,” said Remus. “But more.”

A light bulb went off inside Harry’s head. “A… soul mate?”

“Perhaps. But vampires don’t usually have soul mates. They have Sires, which is the one that created them, and then they have Fledglings, one’s they’ve bitten and Turned.”

Malfoy shivered at the thought of being Turned.

“Then what exactly is Malfoy to me?” said Harry, very confused.

Remus was lost in thought for a while, and then finally said, “I’m not sure, to be honest. I don’t know vampires that well, since us werewolves tend to stay away from vampires. I only know so much. I would have to say that you could just call him your lover…”

Harry and Malfoy both blushed at that.

“…But to really know about it, you’ll have to find and ask your Sire.”

Harry’s face fell. How was he supposed to find the vampire that Turned him? For one, he’d have to be let out of Grimmauld Place, and that wasn’t happening real soon.

“So, Potter will really be attached to me?” said Malfoy feebly. “And I have no say in this?”

“Well,” said Remus, “did you agree to have sex with Harry?”

Again, Malfoy’s cheeks went bright pink.

Harry grinned in amusement. “That would be a yes.”

“Then it seems to me that you did have a say in this,” said Remus. “Now, let’s not worry about that at the moment. It’s time to eat. You need to fill your belly with food, Harry.”

Knowing that Remus was right and that he couldn’t argue about it, Harry stood and followed him out the door, Malfoy behind him.

.-.

“Remus, good to see you!” shouted a voice from the entryway. Harry stayed in the kitchen as he finished up his dessert. Dinner had been very filling, but Harry realized that he didn’t feel like he had a full stomach, so he took a piece of his favorite rhubarb crumble, which was still warm. It satisfied his soul and his taste buds, but not his body.

“Good to see you too,” said Remus. “We were just having some dessert that Molly had sent us. Would you like some?”

“Maybe later, Remus,” said the guest. “Right now I’d like to see Mr. Potter for myself. I hear he’s now a…”

“Who told you?” said Remus suddenly, cutting him off.

“Why, Miss Weasley here.”

Harry nearly choked on his fork. Ginny told some stranger that he was a vampire? How dare she…

But he heard Remus sigh and say, “Oh well, I was going to invite you over anyway. Harry’s in the kitchen, still eating.”

“I see, I see,” said the person, whom Harry was slowly beginning to recognize. “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have a wee bit of dessert and maybe some tea?”

“Of course,” said Remus. “Right this way…”

The door to the dining room opened and in stepped Remus. Behind Remus was the guest, Eldred Worple, behind him was Ginny, and behind her was Luna Lovegood. Harry was so surprised to see Luna that he nearly dropped his fork.

“There he is!” said Worple excitedly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Harry Potter, simply a pleasure!” He sat down and Tonks, who had been avoiding Harry since the time Harry drank her blood, served him up some rhubarb crumble and then poured him a cup of tea. She must have also heard Worple’s conversation with Remus.

Draco was sitting right next to Harry, as odd as that was to everyone, and Ron was sitting on the other side, while Hermione was stiffly sitting next to Ron. Harry had been glaring at her during the entire meal, which had her shook up. Ginny automatically sat down next to Hermione, and Luna wandered over to sit next to Draco, which was the only other place to sit. Draco peered at her, looking sour.

“How are you this evening, Harry?” said Worple. “May I call you Harry?”

Harry shrugged. “Sure.”

“Being a vampire hasn’t stopped you from being modest, has it?” said Worple, eyes shining. “I think it would be a crime now if you didn’t do some sort of biography. I would love to know just how you got yourself bitten…”

The glass Ginny’s been holding shattered in her hand. They all looked at her in surprise, and she blushed. Remus immediately cleared away the mess with his wand and then brought her a new glass.

“Be careful there, dear,” said Worple, looking a bit worried. “Don’t want you getting cut and spurting blood all over.”

Ginny whimpered.

“You must excuse her,” said Remus. “She’s a little frightened of vampires.”

Ginny shook her head repeatedly, but no one else was denying that she was.

“Oh, you poor thing,” said Worple. “There’s really nothing to be scared of. You should read my book, it explains a lot about vampires and their morals.”

“The ones with souls, you mean,” said Hermione haughtily.

Worple turned his head quickly and stared at her. “Yes, well, most of the vampires I have had experience with still have their souls.”

“Sanguini?” asked Harry.

Worple laughed. “Yes, yes, he’s still got his soul. Doesn’t seem like it at times, but he does.”

“Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t eat human food that much,” said Remus.

“Oh, he likes them well enough,” said Worple. “Especially sweets. Although he does go days without human food… but that can’t mean anything!” He laughed nervously.

“Food is good for a vampire’s soul,” said Hermione.

“That’s right,” said Remus. “Didn’t you know that, Eldred?”

Worple looked back and forth from Harry to Remus. “Er, yes… of course, how could I forget? ‘Course, there’s so much that I have learned about vampires in general that I sometimes forget little tidbits like that.”

“What about soulmates?” said Harry abruptly. “Do you know anything about them?”

“Soulmates?” Worple laughed raucously. “My dear boy, vampires don’t have soulmates!”

Harry shared a shocked look with Draco, who was going pale. He turned his attention back to Worple. “But what about ones that just… smell extra good to a vampire? Ones that a vampire gets close and attached to?”

“That rarely happens!” Worple said, looking highly amused. “And if it ever did, I haven’t heard or seen anything about it.”

“More tea?” Tonks asked Worple politely.

“Yes, thank you…”

“But I have a soulmate,” blurted Harry.

Many things happened at once: Worple dropped his full cup of tea onto the table and it quickly began soaking everything in its path; Ginny gasped and choked on her rhubarb crumble; Ron shouted “What?” and dropped his fork; Hermione gasped and left her mouth hanging open; Remus face-palmed; Tonks squeaked and tripped over something; Draco slid under the table to hide, and Luna Lovegood stared at him with a spacey yet knowing look.

Remus cleared up the mess Worple’s tea made and poured him some more.

“That can’t be, Harry, that can’t be!” said Worple, looking both shocked and excited. “How do you know this special person is your soulmate?”

Harry shrugged. “Like I said, he smells extra good to me and I feel as if I want to just… do stuff with him.”

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked at Harry in astonishment. Tonks and Remus blushed, and Luna simply looked fascinated.

“Him?” said Worple, looking as if he were about to pass out.

“That’s right,” said Harry, undauntedly. “It’s a guy. Got a problem with tha—ow!” Surprisingly, Harry felt a sharp pinch to his leg. Normally, he wouldn’t feel any physical pain.

“What’s wrong?” said Ron.

“Was it a Snicker-sect?” asked Luna.

Everyone stared at her.

“A what?” said Harry.

“A Snicker-sect. It’s a bug-like creature that’s as big as a chipmunk that likes to peel skin off ankles.”

Harry blinked. “Er, no; but I think I know who it is…” Harry plunged his hand under the table and found a head full of soft hair. The person belonging to said hair let out a small ‘eep!’ when Harry grabbed him, and then he pulled the person up. Draco stayed bent over, Harry’s hand still full of his hair. “What’re you doing down there, Malfoy?”

“If you must know, I was hiding!” Malfoy yelled in a panicking voice. “Now let me go!”

“What were you hiding for, Malfoy?” said Ron, glaring.

Draco went red.

“Oh no,” said Hermione, frowning. “Tell me it isn’t so, Harry!”

Worple was looking from Hermione to Harry to Draco. “Oh… oh my, is this young man here your…”

Draco sputtered indignantly and then took out his wand and pointed it at Worple. “I suggest you don’t finish that sentence!”

“Settle down, Draco,” said Remus. “And put your wand away.”

“Yes, yes, you listen to Remus!” said Worple impatiently.

Before Malfoy could use his wand, however, Harry snatched it from him and stuck it into his own back pocket. “You can have it back when Worple leaves.”

Draco glared at Harry for a moment, but then sat back down heavily and folded his arms in a huff, pouting.

“Harry, I don’t think it’s possible,” said Ron.

“What don’t you think is possible?” said Harry.

“That Malfoy is your soulmate.”

Harry shrugged. “How else do you explain it?”

“But Worple said that it’s extremely rare!”

“When haven’t things that have happened to me not been rare?” said Harry.

“Harry has a point,” said Luna.

He was grateful to have Luna on his side on all this, but the looks on Ron and Hermione’s faces made his stomach drop. He hoped they wouldn’t hate him too badly after they found out. Although, it was their fault for not letting him make love to them in the first place.

“Let’s talk about something else for now,” said Remus. The table was quiet for a while until Hermione asked Worple a question about how he became friends with Sanguini. Harry tuned them out as he finished his dessert quickly. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, and maybe even drag Malfoy back to his room to continue with what they had started before Remus interrupted them.

Sometime during the middle of his thoughts on how to seduce Malfoy, Ginny stretched, yawning loudly, and then declared that she was tired and was going to bed. She got up quickly and sprinted up the stairs. A couple minutes later, Hermione decided she was done as well and went upstairs. Harry looked over at Ron, who was staring after Hermione in a daze. Harry knew that look, so he nudged Ron lightly and gestured toward the direction of the staircase, letting Ron know that he can follow Hermione if he wanted. Ron took the cue with a smile, thanking Harry, and saying his goodnights before getting up and following Hermione.

Luna then yawned. “I’m sleepy too. It’s been a long day.”

“Where’re you sleeping tonight?” said Harry.

“I’m staying in the room Ginny is in,” she said. “Since Hermione is sharing her room with Tonks.”

“I didn’t think Ginny wanted to spend the night.”

“Well, she didn’t, but she feels better knowing I’ll be with her. Also, I wanted to come and I don’t think she wanted me to stay here by myself. She’s still quite the Gryffindor.”

She stood, said goodnight to everyone (wishing them happy dreams with prancing unicorns and twinkling fairies), and then went upstairs. Harry watched her go, just noticing how long her neck looked.

Malfoy nudged him in the ribs and he looked over in confusion. Malfoy was glaring at him, but it wasn’t with his usual malice. It seemed more… suspicious.

“What?” he said.

“I saw you ogling Lovegood.”

Harry raised a brow. “So?”

Malfoy ground his teeth. It was then that Harry realized that Malfoy was feeling possessive. It was so amusing that Harry couldn’t help laughing out loud. It startled Tonks, Remus, and Worple. Malfoy’s entire face went red.

“Oh, forget it!” Malfoy shouted. “I don’t care! Stare at whomever you want!” Draco stood up abruptly and ran out of the dining room and up the stairs.

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. “I guess I better go to bed too.”

Worple looked worried (although Harry had no idea why), as did Remus and Tonks, but he paid them no mind. He strode swiftly out of the room and made his way up to his bedroom.

When he got to his door, he stopped short. Slowly, he turned around and stared at Draco’s bedroom door. He wanted to continue with what they had started, but he wasn’t sure if he were in the mood now. Everything was just so confusing to Harry; was Draco Harry’s soulmate or not? Or was he so attached to Draco because of how rich and pure his blood was? Harry sort of hoped there was something more to it than just the pure blood Draco had running through his beautiful looking veins.

Deciding on just getting some of rest, Harry opened his bedroom door. Right after he shut it behind him, he pulled off his clothing one by one, and when he got to his bed, he was very surprised to see that it wasn’t empty.

“… I don’t want to be alone.”

TBC

I do not know when the next chapter will be posted, because of the school being closed and all. I start classes again around June 4th, and depending on what days I work in the library will determine when I can post another chapter (ie: might not be Fridays anymore, might be on Mondays or Tuesdays, etc).
Have a great summer vacation all of you that do!