A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter eight

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ron, slight Harry/Ron/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/others; Harry/Luna/Draco in this chapter

Rating: NC-17

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

Words: About 4,000

Notes: Trying to do things different in this fic than others. ALSO, I may have added some humor into this.

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

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“Well, will you look who it is,” said Harry, smirking with delight. “Draco Malfoy has come to play with Harry Potter the vampire after all.”

Malfoy turned his head away, cheeks going pink. Harry stared unabashedly at Malfoy’s exposed neck, drooling. There was only one lit candle on the bedside table, and even then Harry could see Malfoy’s expression and that he was shaking. Harry removed the rest of his clothing and slowly crawled onto the bed.

“You were being rather possessive a few minutes ago,” said Harry in a very low voice. Malfoy was still shivering.

“I wasn’t…” he began, but Harry shut him up by placing two fingers over his mouth.

“There’s no need to lie to me, Malfoy. There’s no one here to impress. It’s just me . . . and the darkness.”

Malfoy shivered harder, and it sent a thrill through Harry’s bones. He removed his fingers from Malfoy’s mouth to press against the pulse point in Malfoy’s neck. Malfoy’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously at Harry’s touch, and when he glanced back over and their eyes met, his whole face went red again.

“You didn’t want to be alone,” said Harry, hoping Malfoy would take it as a question, even though he was making a statement.

Malfoy answered, nodding his head once.

“And you’re not worried about what other’s will say?” Harry continued. “Even Snape?”

Malfoy shook his head this time. Harry’s lower abdomen jolted eagerly.

“And you’re not worried about me, perhaps, getting too wild and biting you?”

Harry didn’t get a head shake or nod for an answer. Malfoy had stiffened up and paled. He dropped his head down to Malfoy’s neck and inhaled sharply.

“You’re being awfully risky here, Malfoy,” said Harry against his neck. Harry could hear the loud thumping of Malfoy’s blood running through those veins beneath his skin. “I’ve been wanting to taste your blood ever since I smelled you. You were lucky to get out of it the last time.”

“Potter, please…”

Harry licked at a sensitive spot on Malfoy’s neck. “I will have you, Malfoy,” he reached down to find that Malfoy was hard. He wrapped his hand firmly around Malfoy, squeezing the tip, finding it wet. He smeared some of that wetness around, and then dragged his hand down the rest of Malfoy’s shaft. “Before this night is over, I’ll have you begging me to bite you.”

“No,” Malfoy whimpered, eyes glistening. “Please don’t… I’m not ready…”

Harry tugged at Malfoy’s cock as he moved his mouth down to find a nipple. Malfoy arched his back, hissing, at the feel of Harry’s lips, teeth, and tongue. Gentle nips sent another wave of pleading and moaning from Malfoy, precome dribbling out and over Harry’s fist.

“No begging will save you this time,” Harry growled. “You’re mine.”

The door swung open, suddenly bathing them in light. Harry swore colorfully under his breath from the interruption. Whoever it was better have a damn good explanation, otherwise he might reconsider not killing anyone.

“Oh, you already have company,” said Luna dreamily, her bulging pale eyes taking in the scene. She drifted nonchalantly into the room, eyes roaming the interior and then coming back to stare at them. Harry kept a firm grip around Malfoy’s cock, which slowly began to shrink from embarrassment.

Oddly enough, Harry’s cock was still twitching for attention. Also, seeing Luna’s long, milky white neck decorated with butterbeer corks wasn’t helping his craving any. How easy would it be to seize the back of her neck and pierce that skin? How would Luna react to getting her blood sucked? He imagined she would let him, knowing how dotty she was.

“You wanted to keep me company?” Harry asked, not moving from his position over Malfoy. Malfoy, however, was covering his face with his hands, and from what Harry could see, he was also flushed.

“Yes,” said Luna softly, still staring. “I thought you’d be lonely tonight since Ron and Hermione were a little irritated with you.”

“You didn’t think I would be with Malfoy?”

“I checked his room already,” she said, coming closer to the bed. “When I saw he wasn’t there, I thought he had went to stay with Snape.” She continued to stare at them for a moment, silently, before speaking again. “I didn’t know he would actually come into your bedroom willingly, especially after that embarrassing announcement you did at the dinner table.”

Malfoy groaned into his hands, proving her point.

“Well, as you can see, we’re rather busy,” said Harry.

“That’s ok,” she said.

There was a pause. Harry stared at Luna in stunned silence as Luna stared back at them, and Malfoy stayed hidden beneath his hands.

“Did you want something?”

“Oh!” said Luna, a little too loudly for Harry’s liking. “Just wanted to keep you company. Ginny is finally asleep, but it had taken her a while since she was all worried that you’d pop into the room and bite her. I told her that since Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy were here, there’s no reason you’d want to. We talked for a bit; I tried to get her mind off it, which worked for a while, but then she was too scared to sleep again, so I gave her a little Dreamless Sleep and she was knocked right out.”

Harry chuckled. “Did she know that you gave her it?”

Luna sat down on the edge of the bed, dangerously close to one of Harry’s legs. “No. I told her I got her some firewhisky to calm her nerves, which some of it was, but most of it was the potion.”

Harry smiled. “That’s downright sneaky of you, Luna.”

Luna just shrugged, looking unfazed by the events. “She needed help sleeping, so I helped.”

“All right, fine!” Malfoy snapped. “You’re a good friend, whatever! Will you go away now?”

“Do you want me to go away, Harry?” she asked, staring into his face again.

Harry paused, thinking about it for a second. He did want to get on with fucking Malfoy, and hopefully getting to finally bite him, but did he really want her to leave? Bringing his eyes down to her throat, he definitely decided that he didn’t want her to leave. If Malfoy was going to be stubborn about getting bit, then perhaps Luna wouldn’t mind if he had a taste of her blood.

“You can stay,” he said slowly. “If you really want to. But you must pay the consequences for your willingness to stay.”

“Like giving you blood,” she said easily.

Harry blinked at her, but then nodded. “Exactly.”

Luna shrugged. “All right.”

And then she was taking off her clothes. Harry was stunned, again, but not as stunned as Malfoy was, who gaped at her sudden nudity. Harry looked down at him and smirked as Malfoy went totally red and shook his head in blatant stubbornness. Harry silently wondered if Malfoy was going to be possessive again.

Remembering that he still had Malfoy’s cock in his hand, Harry went back to stroking it. Malfoy gasped in shock, mortification, and uneasiness. Luna was completely bare now and kneeling beside them, running a hand up and down Harry’s back. It felt like she was studying him as he stroked Malfoy, who was becoming fully hard again. Harry wondered if Malfoy had a secret voyeurism kink.

Luna’s hand worked its way down Harry’s back and lightly teased between his arse cheeks. He was starting to like her already. He spread his legs a little wider as he kept pumping Malfoy’s cock, getting short grunts and little moans from Malfoy’s mouth. He swirled more precome around the tip of Malfoy’s prick as it swelled fatter in his hand. Luna licked at her palm before closing it around Harry’s cock and stroked it with careful perception. She marveled at it as if it were an extremely rare beast, which made Harry not only harder but also actually wanting her.

Malfoy, it seemed, had a possessive streak in him after all and tried to take over what Luna was doing. He rolled his hips at Harry, begging without words what he wanted. Harry didn’t want to wait any longer either and slowly began to push himself inside Malfoy as Malfoy whined and stroked his own cock, cheeks red. Luna petted Harry’s thigh and arse with one hand while she watched, and fingered herself with the other. Her questing hand slipped between Harry’s arse cheeks and she slowly pushed a finger inside him.

Harry threw his head back and moaned, clenching around her finger as he pushed and pulled his way deep inside Malfoy. Malfoy wrapped his legs around Harry’s ribs, crossing his ankles in the air, as he let Harry fuck him. Every time Harry pushed in and out of Malfoy, Luna’s finger would move in and out of him. He suddenly wanted more in him, something longer and thicker, and it drove him crazy to know that Luna didn’t have the right equipment.

His sex drive was keeping his monster at bay, and he wasn’t sure if he was glad for that or not. However, Malfoy’s whimpers and moans and Luna’s heavy breathing was very nice, so Harry decided to just go with it and enjoy the ride while it lasted.

“I want you too, Luna,” he panted, not sure what he wanted exactly. Somehow she knew what he meant, and she crawled over so that she was leaning against the headboard, knees on either side of Malfoy’s head. Malfoy’s eyes shut tightly and his brow knitted together in what Harry figured was annoyance, but Harry didn’t care. He leaned forward, pushing himself even deeper inside Malfoy in the process, and slid his tongue inside Luna.

She gasped and squirmed against him and he probed deeper, his fangs growing at the feel of warm, throbbing flesh between his lips. His memory went back to when he licked Hermione, tasting her sweet, tangy blood on his tongue. He wished for it again.

“God, that’s…” said Malfoy below him. Harry glanced down to see that Malfoy was staring at them with glazed eyes. He guessed that Malfoy didn’t think he’d like the sight very much at first, but now that it was there, right in his face, he had a different opinion. Harry smiled at Malfoy’s gobsmacked expression and then wiggled his tongue over Luna’s clit. Luna shrieked and pushed back, trying to hump Harry’s face.

“Don’t get used to that,” Malfoy whispered in a gravely, possessive tone. He clenched his arse around Harry’s cock as if trying to prove his point.

Harry pulled Luna’s clit taut with his lips before letting go and looked down at Malfoy. “Wouldn’t dream of it, lover.”

Malfoy shivered. “Potter…”

Luna cut him off by sitting on his face. Malfoy squeaked in surprise, but then went along with it, licking and sucking on her sensitive skin. Luna moaned louder and moved her hips harder against him. Harry joined seconds later, licking and sliding his tongue all around her. Once in a while, Harry and Malfoy’s tongues would meet, and they’d entwine them for a moment before going back to Luna.

Malfoy was the first to come, splattering wetly between him and Harry. He lay back limply and stared up at Harry as Harry licked at Luna a few more times before stopping.

“What’re you doing?” Malfoy asked breathlessly.

“I’m going to please Luna now.”

Malfoy shook his head, but Harry ignored him. He slid out of Malfoy and situated himself behind Luna, straddling Malfoy’s chest. Malfoy kept staring up at them, watching as Harry gently pushed the head of his cock into Luna.

“Ow,” she hissed, throwing her head back, knuckles turning white around the top of the headboard. “Harry…”

Harry kissed her shoulder. “Sorry,” he said, unable to stop himself from pushing further and further into her tight body. It finally occurred to him that she was a virgin.

“Oh!” she moaned, her face screwing up in both pleasure and pain. “That’s—ow!”

“Sorry,” he said again, but deep inside he wasn’t too sorry. He had been curious as to what it felt like being inside a girl, and he thought that Hermione or Ginny would be his first, but just like his entire life had been so far, it didn’t go the way he thought.

“Don’t be,” she whispered, and then hissed in pain again. “I wanted it.”

Harry moaned, bringing a hand down between her legs to find her clit. She moaned more softly at that, but kept still as he continued to slowly push inside her. She repeatedly mumbled ‘ow’ until he finally broke through her barrier inside and he was sliding the rest of the way in.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Harry!”

Malfoy reached up to touch Harry, fondling his balls and the bit of skin below it, and Harry ‘mmm’-ed and sighed at the feel of Malfoy’s exploring hand. Then he felt that hand move up to the place where he was connected to Luna and it turned him on considerably and he had no choice but to start moving. Luna couldn’t help making noise as he moved, and Harry couldn’t help making noise either at the feel of her wet, tight heat surrounding him and Malfoy playing with his cock, balls, and arse. He played with Luna as he did his best to hit her in the right spot inside, and he wasn’t sure if he was, until he felt her clench hard around him and then move away with a loud shrill. Harry grabbed her arse, trying to move his cock back inside her, but stopped and stared in awe as she squirted her orgasm all over him and Malfoy’s face.

When she was done, thighs trembling and soaked, she slumped against the headboard, and Malfoy was looking absolutely appalled.

Harry burst into laughter at his look, not caring that Malfoy was glaring daggers at him.

“It’s not funny, Potter,” he grumbled.

Luna looked down and gave him an odd sort of half-smile. “Sorry about that,” she said.

Malfoy grunted and was about to move off the bed when he was suddenly face to face with Harry’s still erect cock.

“Of course,” he said. “Potter’s monster stamina.”

Harry glowered down at him for a moment, but it turned into a moan when Malfoy wrapped his lips around the head. “Malfoy, you don’t have to do that… I’ll just stick it back into your arse.”

Malfoy quickly let go, wiping at his mouth. “That’s right, your cock was in my arse AND in Loony’s twat!” he spat as if trying to get rid of any sort of germs in his mouth. “Yuck, yuck, yuck!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re such a drama queen.”

Malfoy grasped Harry’s balls. “I’ll show you who’s a drama queen!”

Harry snarled, grabbing Malfoy’s wrist and moving his hand away. When he started to crawl back down Malfoy’s body, his cock had accidentally slapped Malfoy in the face and then his chest. Malfoy made an annoyed noise when it happened, but Harry only smirked.

“You need to be cock-slapped every once in a while.”

“Fuck you,” Malfoy snarled.

Luna removed herself from the headboard and went to sit next to them, watching as Harry pushed his cock back inside Malfoy.

“You know, you could take turns fucking us if you like,” she said absentmindedly. “I don’t mind.”

Not sure if he should be surprised or not, Harry raised his head and stared at her. “Well, I dunno… doing so might make Malfoy hard again…”

“Is there something wrong with making him hard again?” she asked. “Besides, you haven’t bit me yet.”

Harry blinked, astounded that he nearly forgot about it. Sex really must have a grip on him.

“Right, biting you… I forgot.”

“I thought you might,” she smiled, and then slid between Harry and Malfoy’s bodies deftly. She lay flat against Malfoy; her chest pressed into his. In this position, Harry could feel her warmth right below his bellybutton. He steadied himself on his knees as he started to thrust in and out of Malfoy, wetness spotting against his abdomen every time it met Luna. He lowered his body more to cover her’s, bringing his face down to the exposed part of her neck from between her long, blonde hair. He pressed his nose to it and inhaled deeply, senses filling with desire and soul singing with the longing to bite down and just take and take and take.

“Fuck…” Harry moaned, close to completion. He nearly forgot about Luna, whom was banging her cunt hard against his stomach now and panting heavily. Harry quickly slipped out of Malfoy (whom whimpered at the sudden emptiness) and brought his cock up and in, causing Luna to throw her head back and let out a drawn-out moan. He moved in and out frantically, prolonging each sound she made. Looking down, he stared as Malfoy latched his mouth over one of her nipples and played with the other one, riotously, as if he were anxious to get her off quicker. Harry wanted to help, slipping a hand down to play with her clit, but he found that Malfoy’s hand was also there. Together, they brought her to climax.

At the last verges of her orgasm, Harry sank his fangs into the side of her neck. Her cries rose higher at the feel of those sharp teeth puncturing her skin, and then she stilled between them, permitting Harry to continue drinking her fluids.

Malfoy stared into Harry’s eyes, mesmerized as if he were being hypnotized. After a few seconds, they changed into something colder and harder, as if what Harry was doing was completely immoral. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy’s hand raise as if he were going to touch Harry, but then Harry felt Luna’s body go limp and he retracted his fangs from her neck.

“Get off, Potter,” Malfoy sneered under his breath. “Now.”

He was going to anyway. With one push with his hands, he was up and then off the bed, cock still hard and hanging heavily in the air.

Malfoy rolled Luna off him and then got off the bed as well. He grumbled something that Harry didn’t catch as he made his way toward the door.

“What’s wrong, Malfoy?” he said, feeling surprisingly calm. Although he had a feeling he knew what was wrong.

“You can take care of your hard-on by yourself,” snarled Malfoy, and then he slammed the door.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair a few times, and then looked at Luna. She was peacefully asleep; two small trails of blood dripping down the side of her neck.

“Damn it,” Harry muttered, but he wasn’t sure why he was muttering it and who he was more annoyed with. He summoned his wand into his hand effortlessly and healed Luna’s bite marks. Her blood hadn’t been too pure, but it was good enough, and it sustained him for the moment.

.-.

The next day, Harry tried to talk to Malfoy, but Malfoy wasn’t having any of it. For now, Harry was giving up and letting Malfoy pout on his own for a while. Right now he had more important things to take care of.

Transforming into a wolf effortlessly (he was even able to get his glasses to merge with his face), Harry put his nose to the carpet and sniffed out Hermione. She had been avoiding him ever since she put him in that full-body bind. He had a feeling she knew he wasn’t too happy with her and that he had planned on getting even.

Her scent stopped at Ron’s door. He pushed his nose under the door to see if she was the only one in there or not. He got a whiff of Ron as well and it made him wonder if he should even try getting revenge on Hermione with Ron present. Harry debated with transforming back and entering, or scratch at the door like a dog wanting in.

Then his ears twitched at a sudden sound on the other side. He tried to press his head closer against the door, snout halfway under the crack. His nose was met with the familiar scent of sex.

“Oh, Ron!” Hermione screeched. The headboard banged noisily a few times against the wall.

Harry’s hackles were raised. He didn’t fully understand it, but he wasn’t pleased with his discovery. He quickly removed his nose from under the door and transformed back into a human. He took out his wand, pointed it at the door, and used wordless magic to open it.

Startled out of their wits when Harry entered the room, they stopped all movements and stared disbelievingly at him. Harry kept his wand aimed in their direction as he glowered at them, panting steadily.

“So,” he said.

“Harry!” gasped Hermione, pulling the covers up better around her and Ron. “What’re you doing? Why’d you barge in here like that?”

“I had a locking charm on the door for a reason, you know,” said Ron, looking more embarrassed than angry.

Harry felt a little ashamed by what he just did, but it wasn’t enough to make him turn around and leave.

He kept his pride intact.

“I knew you’d be fucking without me—I knew it!”

“If you knew it, then why’s it such a big deal to you?” Ron said.

“I—I don’t know!” Harry snarled, his fists clenching.

Hermione smiled at him softly. “I think I know.”

“Do you?” said Ron. Harry just stared at her, scowling.

“Sure,” she said. “He’s just… feeling left out, you could say.”

Ron looked back at Harry. “Is that true, mate?”

Harry opened his mouth to say something, anything, scathing at his best friend, but nothing was coming out. His pursed his lips together, hard, and stared at them, mind in a whirl. Was he really feeling so left out that he had to interrupt them? Did he really have to make himself look like a prat just because he was somewhat jealous of his own best friends being more than friends without him?

He had known about them having feelings for each other for some time, so what was different about it now?

Honestly, he didn’t have a clue.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly as he stared at the carpet. “I didn’t—I shouldn’t’ve interrupted… I was just being a jealous prat. I’m sorry.”

When he looked back up, they weren’t looking annoyed or angry or even embarrassed any more. Understanding shone in their eyes and Harry had to look away before the lump in his throat got any bigger.

“Don’t worry about it, Harry,” said Hermione. “I understand.”

“I do too,” said Ron. “But I thought you had Malfoy now.”

Harry jerked his head up and stared. He nearly forgot that they knew about what he and Malfoy did, and he also nearly forgot about his desire to teach Hermione a lesson. He still had his wand in his hand—he could do it. He could point his wand at her and put her into the same body-bind that she had put on him.

But when he tried to raise his arm, he found that he couldn’t move it. It took a while to realize that he was having a change of heart. He didn’t want to get revenge on Hermione, not anymore.

With distress etched on his face, Harry turned and walked out the door.

TBC

A/N: Since I don't work on Fridays anymore, I'll be updating this fic every Wednesday instead. I hope that's ok. :)