VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Chapter Seven


Over the next two weeks, Harry settled into a routine for his days. The regular Hogwarts classes during the day, extra training lessons with Severus, Lucius, Remus, Kinsey, and some of the instructors from the vampire colony at night. He did have a few nights of the week where he did his own thing, hanging out with his friends and helping to coach the Gryffindor Quidditch team.


It was after an intense training night in the Forbidden Forest with Stryder and Gabe, an elder vampire, that Harry made his way to the Quidditch showers to clean some of the mud and grass off of him. He was about to go into the Gryffindor changing rooms when he heard moans of pleasure. He stepped back and grimaced when he heard Madam Hooch begging for the unknown grunting male to go faster. That was not a sight he wanted to see.

He then rounded the corner and entered the Slytherin changing room. He heard a shower already running and quietly stepped to the chest high wall that closed off the showers. He looked over and saw a younger man with his back facing him. His hands were braced on the tiled wall as the water ran down the longish blond hair, the unmarked pale back and the nicest ass he’d seen in a while. He could see the muscle move beneath the skin as the blond stretched and moved under the water, making his own muscles twitch in anticipation.

He felt the heat plummet to his cock as the blond straightened himself up and reached for the soap and cloth. His cock pulsed as the blond bent down to slowly wash his thighs and lower legs. The hands moved up, gliding over the round globes of his ass, his fingers slipping in the crease. Harry threw up a silencing spell on himself before giving a low moan when the blond threw his head back as he slipped his own finger into himself.

The blond’s other hand was gliding over the wet chest as he turned to lean back on the wall. Harry’s eyes were on the hand that was pinching the nipple, then moved up to the blond’s face. ‘Malfoy,’ Harry thought, moaning quietly as Draco’s teeth bit into his bottom lip, his eyes closed as he was pleasuring himself. Harry was not disappointed to see that it was Draco Malfoy. He had always thought he was one of the best looking guys in school, and he felt a heady sense of want and desire as he watched him.

He gazed hungrily at Draco’s body, watching as his hand was sliding down the firm stomach, to wrap around an impressive hardened erection. He gasped in surprise when he saw the tattoo on Draco’s hip..... the same tattoo that was on his dream man’s hip. His eyes closed as he replayed one of his more recent dreams, seeing the tattoo up close as he nibbled on the skin there. He heard a moan from the dream, opened his eyes and heard the same moan coming from the blond in front of him.

Harry held himself back from jumping Draco, wanting to be buried deep inside of him as he helped nibble that bottom lip of his. His hand gripped the wall as he stepped into the shadowed corner, his gums tingling as his fangs extended into view. His breathing grew ragged as Draco’s hand pumped faster on his cock. When Draco moaned out loud as he came, Harry did also, not once touching himself. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes still on Draco as he used a wandless spell to clean the front of his pants. He looked down to see the muddy footprints around him, and magicked them away, before reluctantly leaving Draco alone to finish his shower.

Draco rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He stopped when he noticed the stone wall that surrounded the shower he was in. He leaned closer, trailing his fingertips down the deep gouges in the stone where it looked like claws had scratched deep into the surface. He looked around nervously as he slowly reached for his wand from the bench that stood by the wall. Those scratches had not been there before.

~*~

The next day in Potions class Severus hid his surprise when Harry went to Draco’s table with no argument when he called out the pairing partners. He noticed the improvement in Harry’s potions making and thought he and Draco would complement each other well. But still . . . he was leery when he saw the way Harry was looking at Draco. The two of them hadn’t gotten into any major mishaps the past couple of years, ever since they let Draco know that his father supported the light side. Behind those two were Hermione and Blaise . . . both giving side glances to each other when the other wasn’t looking. He was thankful that Weasley and Longbottom never made it into his NEWT Potion’s class, a lot less explosions. He only had to deal with minor fixable mishaps and hormonal young adults.

“Do you want me to get the ingredients Draco?” Harry asked, setting his book bag under the table.

“Um . . . yeah, sure,” Draco replied, surprised at how nice Harry had been when he asked, not to mention the use of his first name coming from the Gryffindor’s mouth. “I’ll get the cauldron ready.”

Harry and Draco cut, sliced, and grinded the ingredients in companionable silence, both stealing glances at each other. Harry added the ingredients at the specified times while Draco stirred the foggy mixture.

“So . . . how come you’re not playing Quidditch anymore Potter?” Draco quietly asked. “Not that I mind, mind you,” he shrugged.

Harry sat on the stool facing Draco. “Other commitments that are more important,” he replied, wanting to brush the loose strand of blond hair from the side of Draco’s face.

“And how is that going?” Draco asked, knowing of some of Harry’s training.

“I’m learning a lot. I don’t have much time, so I’ve been training hard.”

“Is it just you training?” Draco asked, keeping his voice low.

“Yes, but I’ve asked Dumbledore if I could have others train with me.”

“Like your Defense friends?” Draco smirked.

“Yes, they’ll back me if I need it, and I’m planning on something for old Voldie,” Harry smirked.

“Would you mind if there were a few extra students training with you?”

“Are you wanting to spend more time with me Draco?” Harry teased.

“No, you git,” Draco grinned. “I would like to be prepared, as a few others from Slytherin would also.”

“Once I find out from Dumbledore, I’ll let you know,” Harry replied.

“Ow! Damn,” Draco hissed as he drew back his hand.

“What happened?” Harry asked, standing up to reach for Draco’s hand.

“Damn bristles on these poppies,” Draco replied, sucking on the cut.

Severus had heard the hiss of pain from Draco and looked up. He got up when he saw Harry’s eyes look hungrily at the blood that seeped out of the cut. He came to the table as Harry was reaching for Draco’s hand. “Mister Malfoy,” he said handing him a handkerchief. “Go to the infirmary to have it healed. Make sure to take the potion she gives you to purge the toxins from the bristles.”

“Yes, sir,” Draco said, then left after looking at Harry who was looking at his wrapped finger, blood seeping through the thin cloth.

“Mister Potter, stay after class,” Severus said, before turning his back on him to let Harry finish the potion with the rest of the class.

Harry finished the potion, ladled some into a vial, and cleaned their work area. He noticed he was done before the others, so he pulled out parchment and quill and wrote up the properties of the potion and its uses, knowing that Severus would most likely assign that as per usual for homework.

Severus had seen Harry starting on the written part of the assignment wordlessly after pouring the potion into the vial. By the time the class was over, Harry was lightly blowing on the wet ink on his parchment before rolling it up to hand in.

He waited until everyone left and sealed the door before sitting beside Harry where Draco had sat. “Is the bloodlust potion not strong enough Harry?” he asked.

“What? Yes. Why do you ask?” Harry asked.

“I saw your eyes when Draco was bleeding.”

“I have no urge to drink from anyone Severus. It’s just . . . Draco,” Harry said after a pause.

“Draco?”

“I’ve had these very vivid dreams for a while now. Dreams where I am making love to a man with a tattoo on his hip. I very recently found out that Draco is the one I’ve been dreaming about. I’ve had friends bleed in front of me without the need to taste . . . ”

“But with Draco you do?” Severus asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ve always noticed him . . . I mean how could you not?” Harry continued. “He’s bloody gorgeous, but since I’ve come back to school, I always tend to look for him. When I saw him last night in the shower . . . ”

“In the shower?” Severus interrupted worriedly.

“I....um . . . needed a shower after training with Stryder and Gabe last night and the Gryffindor showers were being used, so I went to the Slytherin ones because they were closer. Draco was in the showers,” Harry grinned, his mind going back to what the blond looked like wet and hard.

“You didn’t . . . ?” Severus began, seeing the way Harry’s eyes darkened.

“No. I didn’t approach him,” Harry reassured him. “Gods, I wanted to, but I held back.”

“Well, that’s good,” Severus said, letting his held breath go. “You may go Harry, and I will see you tonight for training.”

Harry got up and slung the strap of his book bag over his shoulder, turning to go. At the door, he turned to face Severus. “I didn’t approach him then, but I intend to have him,” he smirked, then left Severus sitting there alone.

Severus shook his head as he went back to his desk to write a quick note to Lucius to tell him they needed to talk before training with Harry that night. He wasn’t sure what Lucius’s reaction would be when he found out that the boy-who-lived-to-become-a-vampire was out to claim his only son.

~*~

Draco had gone to the infirmary, his wondering thoughts keeping his mind off of his bleeding finger. He had been surprised when Harry willingly, without complaint, came to sit with him in potions. Since Harry had arrived late back to school, he’d noticed the changes in him. He seemed more confident in his attitude and appearance. He also noticed that Harry was holding back with his magic, and occasionally caught him using wandless magic. He didn’t think the Death-Eater wanna-be’s noticed, but he did, as he’d been watching Harry closely for years. First to see if he could catch him doing something wrong to get him expelled, then just to watch because he was such an enigma to him, never knowing who the real Harry Potter was.

He kept his observations to himself about the Boy Wonder, and also the dreams he’d been having about him when he would often wake sweating and spent, his pajamas stained with his cum.

He happened to be in the infirmary during lunch as Madam Pomfrey was dealing with some first years that had burns from some of the ‘interesting’ creatures in their Care of Magical Creatures class. Turns out that baby dragons didn’t like to be cuddled. As he was leaving, he never noticed that Harry stood in the shadows watching him, making sure that he was okay.

The first class of the afternoon was History of Magic, still taught by Professor Binns . . . the only ghost on the staff. He sat down near the back waiting for the others to arrive. As he was early, he pulled out some parchment and his History books to read ahead for the lesson. He heard the other students come in and looked up to see Harry walking towards him.

“You okay?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. Could have probably healed it myself though,” Draco shrugged. “Did the potion turn out okay?”

“Yes. You just need to do the written work to hand in to Professor Snape,” Harry replied. He pulled out a container and placed it in front of Draco. “I knew you missed lunch, so I grabbed some sandwiches and fruit,” he quietly added.

“You didn’t have to do that Potter,” Draco said, but felt warmed at the thoughtfulness that Harry showed.

“I know,” Harry shrugged. He got up to sit beside Hermione before too many students came in. “Talk to you later,” he smiled, looking back.

“Thank you,” Draco said, before opening the container to see his favorite type of sandwiches and fruit. As he watched Harry’s backside walk away from him, he was thankful for the new dress code that year.

~*~

“So why did you want me to come early Severus?” Lucius asked as he helped himself to some of his friend’s brandy.

“Have you told Draco about Harry?” Severus asked, accepting the glass that Lucius gave him.

“No. I tried, but that spell that Mister Potter cast in the Headmaster’s office was strong. I cannot reveal what he is to anyone.”

“Do you dislike him more for being what he is?” Severus asked.

“I haven’t disliked him for quite awhile Severus. He reminds me so much of Lily now that he’s gotten older, and since he’s rid himself of those infernal glasses and grown his hair longer, he no longer has a strong resemblance to Potter. As for him being what he is . . . I’ve no problem with that. I’ve never held that against you Severus, and I think that Harry could very well defeat Voldemort with these new powers he has,” Lucius replied.

“What would Draco say about Harry being a vampire?” Severus asked.

“Why can you say it?” Lucius asked.

“Because I’m a vampire myself and my resistance is stronger . . . and my family’s blood changed him. Harry has also given me permission to speak of it, so the spell was reversed on me,” Severus smirked.

“Can he reverse it for any of us?” Lucius asked.

“Yes,” Severus replied. “So would Draco have a problem with Harry being a vampire?”

“No. He’s always been fascinated with vampires, ever since he found out his godfather was one,” Lucius grinned. “But why would he care if Harry was one?”

“Because . . . Harry has his sights set on him,” Severus said handing Lucius a fresh drink.

Lucius took a long sip of his brandy. “To turn him or just to have him?” he asked.

“Harry did not mention his reason,” Severus guardedly replied.

“Bloody hell,” Lucius quietly said emptying his glass.



Harry came about a half hour later to the training room that was beside his own rooms in the dungeons. He noticed there were many single chairs placed near the center of the floor.

“Today Harry, you will be working on ‘Disploder Incendium’ . . . wandlessly,” Severus said.

“Sure,” Harry smiled, but noticed that Lucius hadn’t taken his eyes off him since he came into the room. “Is there a problem Malfoy?”

“No. Just get on with it,” Lucius sternly said, drinking his now stronger drink of firewhiskey.

Harry raised his brow, looking to Severus. “Should I come back later?” He smirked.

“No, we should practice this spell,” Severus said, standing beside Harry. “This spell is considered dark for obvious reasons. The spell’s power is much like the ‘Crucio’ curse . . . the stronger the hate, the more powerful the spell. Do you know what type of spell it is?”

“Disploder Incendium is Latin for explosive fire. It has been considered dark by the Ministry of Magic because it has been used for corruptive purposes in the past. Many lives were taken by this spell in the early wars. When cast properly, the spell would look much like a muggle bomb going off,” Harry replied.

“Correct Harry,” Severus said nodding his head in approval. “Now, let’s see if you can actually do the spell,” he added motioning to the chair.

Harry turned to face one of the wooden chairs. “Disploder Incendium,” he clearly said, to see nothing happen. He frowned, closed his eyes to think of hateful things, then said the spell again, opening them when he smelled the wood burning.

“Not bad Harry,” Severus said. “Try again.”

Harry tried again . . . and again, until finally the wooden chair instantly went up in flames. Severus made Harry do it a few more times before stopping him with a flask of blood.

“Any idea on the Portkey yet?” Harry asked, sitting with Severus and Lucius.

“It will be a goblet that will be at your setting at the feast, and will be timed to Portkey you,” Lucius said. “It will only be activated when you, yourself, touch it.”

“Well, I may have a plan,” Harry began, “but I will need help. I know I have to be the one to defeat him, and I will, but when I arrive in front of Voldemort, he won’t see me.”

“Why is that?” Severus asked.

“I will use a disillusionment spell and be among a few others that will be Portkeyed in with me. Maybe have a piggyback spell on the goblet. If he is willing, I would like Albus to come with me. He is the only wizard that Voldemort fears,” Harry said.

“And you would risk other people when you appear? You will be surrounded by Death Eaters,” Lucius said.

“As soon as we appear, we could use a strong shielding spell. I’ve been reading up on them and I found one where we can hex out, but theirs would rebound off the shield, back to them. I intend to be outside of the shield and invisible as I kill Voldemort,” Harry said.

“Albus would probably agree. Who else would you want to be there?” Severus asked.

“Well, I assume you and Malfoy here will be among the Death Eaters, so I was thinking my Defense group . . . if they volunteer, and maybe a few others.”

“Like Draco?” Lucius asked.

“That would be up to him,” Harry shrugged.

“We should also consider tagging the Portkey so others could find where it is to help fight,” Harry suggested. “I’d also like my Defense group to learn some of the spells and curses I’ll be using.”

“Have you talked to anyone else about this?” Lucius asked.

“I first talked with Kinsey and some others from the vampire colony. Once I came back, I mentioned it to Ron and Hermione who said they would stand by me. I don’t really want to put anyone’s life on the line, but as you know, they would find a way to be there for me, so I may as well train them to be ready. The next time he could attack closer to home, so it wouldn’t hurt to have the students able to defend themselves. This will end Halloween night. I intend to finish him once and for all.”

“Have you given a Defense lesson yet?” Severus asked.

“Not yet,” Harry replied. “I’ve been busy training myself.”

“Set one up for a couple of days from now, and Lucius and I will be there to talk more of the plans and see which ones of your group will tag along with you,” Severus said.

“Draco had mentioned that he and a few others would like to join in my training,” Harry said.

“And what of your vampiric training? Would the others be in that also?” Severus asked.

“No. Only Ron and Hermione know about me being a vampire. I’d like to keep it that way for a little while more.”

“They will notice your magic is stronger in the training,” Lucius said.

“Harry was powerful magically to begin with, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise to them,” Severus said.

“Thank you Severus,” Harry grinned. “Well, I’m going to head back to my rooms. Still have assignments to do. I will let you know when the meeting is set up.”

Lucius waited a few minutes after Harry left before looking at Severus. “Did you hear him? He called him Draco!”

“That is his name, isn’t it?” Severus smirked. “Would you have a problem with Harry and Draco being together?”

“I don’t want to lose my son Severus,” Lucius said, staring into the amber liquid in his glass.

“You won’t Luc. If Harry chooses Draco to be his mate, it could only keep Draco around longer. Harry holds his friends and loved ones close.”

“What of Black? Anyone that gets close to Harry seems to die.”

“Not true. Miss Granger and Mister Weasley have been with him numerous times in his ‘little’ adventures. They’re still here,” Severus said. “And Black . . . well that wasn’t Harry’s fault. Voldemort had planted that vision into Harry’s head. Harry’s a master at Occlumency now. That won’t happen again.”

Lucius sighed, not liking it, but knowing that if he tried to stop it, it would alienate his son from him. The two of them talked more over a few more drinks before finally retiring for the night. Severus lay in bed thinking of seeing Kinsey for the rest of the week. She would be staying with him so they could get to know each other again. Lucius lay in his own bed at Malfoy Manor by himself, dreaming of his son being sucked dry of his life’s blood by the Saviour-of-the-Wizarding-World.

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