VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Note: parseltongue in bold italics

Chapter Nine


When the Defense group slowly came into the Room of Requirement, they were leery of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape sitting there talking quietly to Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the mysterious woman that had come back with Harry, as well as a tall blond man.

“Ummm . . . Harry . . . what are they doing here?” Seamus Finnigan asked nodding towards the two elder Slytherins.

“Are they here to practice on?” Jenn from Ravenclaw asked, bowing her head when Severus glared at her. “Sorry Professor,” she quietly said.

“If you all want to have a seat, there’s a few more people we’re waiting for,” Harry grinned. “And Severus and Lucius will be explained.”

Just then the door opened to admit the three younger Slytherins. Draco smirked as the room erupted into suspicious chatter. “We in time for your little party Scarhead?” he asked.

“Yes, you’re just in time Blondie,” Harry smirked, then started to laugh when Draco raised his brow mockingly. “Have a seat, and we’ll get this meeting started.”

“Harry, what’s going on?” Terry from Ravenclaw asked.

“I have recently found out some information that I’ve been given the okay to share with you. Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy are on the light side, and have been spying for us for a number of years. Now . . . I have worked with . . . and trained with you for a few years, and I know that this information will go no further.”

“What about the Slytherins here? They’ve been nothing but trouble for us other students,” Dean Thomas asked.

“Draco, Blaise, and Pansy are on our side, which I just recently found out. There are a few Death-Eater wanna-bees in all the houses, and it had to appear they were against us so it was easier to gather information in the snake pit,” he added grinning at the new members.

“Also, I have found out that Voldemort will be making his move Halloween. He will be Portkeying me to him, and I will be going, but . . . I can’t do this myself. I will need help from you. What I ask of you is to use all this knowledge we’ve learned to finally defeat Voldemort and his followers. I will not force you to face him. It will be strictly voluntary. For those of you who do not volunteer, I will not think less of you. We will still need people here in case an attack happens here,” Harry started looking at all his friends’ faces around him.

Severus stood to face the group. “Lucius, Remus, and I will be assisting in your training, as we do not have much time. Some of you are completely useless in the Potion’s classroom, but I’m sure under Potter’s tutelage in Defense you would be able to defend yourselves,” he said, surprising a few of the students with the compliment to Harry.

“Was there any new information from last night’s meeting?” Remus asked Lucius and Severus.

“The original plan was for Mister Potter to be Portkeyed to the Riddle mansion. It has now changed to the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry,” Lucius said, looking at Harry.

“So, why not have the Ministry’s Aurors be there to arrest them?” Pansy asked.

“They could . . . but I think they should hang back. I want to finish Voldemort off once and for all. If he sees a bunch of Aurors, he will Apparate out of there,” Harry said.

“And why can’t someone else be there to kill him?” Draco asked.

“Because,” a look to Severus from Harry, “I’m the only one that can kill him. It was prophesized a long time ago.”

“I’ll go with you to the Ministry Harry,” Ron volunteered.

“That’s no surprise,” Draco smirked.

“Thanks Ron,” Harry smiled, ignoring Draco’s little comment. “The few of you that went to the Ministry a few years ago with me, I’d like in some of those hidden rooms we found. You know the trick to the revolving hallway. As for who faces Voldemort, it will be myself, Remus, and the Headmaster, as well as a few others that have the stronger hexes and shielding charms.”

“What about Father and Severus?” Draco asked.

“They will be cloaked as Death Eaters and with Voldemort,” Harry replied.

“I’ll stand by you Potter,” Blaise volunteered. “I’ve been taught by my father to use some Dark Arts hexes.”

“I also will be there for you,” Pansy said. “Although my hexes are not as strong as Blaise’s, I can use the binding and silencing spells very easily.”

“Are you ready to face your fathers?” Lucius asked the two Slytherins.

“My father has been having doubts on Voldemort’s beliefs. He may be swayed to step over to our side,” Blaise said.

“My father was willing to give me to Voldemort,” Pansy sneered. “I would not grieve for him if he happened to be arrested or killed.”

“We could Polyjuice you so you would not be recognized right away,” Harry suggested.

“As long as I don’t look like Weasel there,” Draco smirked.

“Why Draco . . . are you volunteering to stand by me?” Harry teased.

“Yes. If anyone could finish Voldemort off, it would be you. He hasn’t been able to kill you yet, after several tries,” Draco replied, not seeing his father close his eyes in resignation.



The rest of the meeting, they went through the hexes and spells they’ve learned, and what they would be learning in the upcoming weeks, with suggestions from Lucius and Severus. Afterwards, everyone left, except Harry, Severus, Kinsey, Lucius, Draco, and Stryder.

“Do you know how many Slytherins could come to the next meeting?” Harry asked Draco as he walked him to the door.

“There’s about five others that I trust completely that I could bring to the next meeting,” Draco replied.

“The more the better. If we train as many people as we can, we can cover more ground here at the school and at the Ministry,” Harry said. “Thanks for volunteering Draco . . . to stand by me,” he added, placing his hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“We Slytherins would be the best to stand by you when you face Voldemort. Most of us have been learning Dark Arts for years,” Draco said.

“Well, thank you again,” Harry smiled, holding out his hand. “Do you think we can try this again?”

Draco returned Harry’s grin as he took Harry’s hand in his. “Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you.”

“Harry Potter,” Harry replied, giving a tug to Draco’s hand as he leaned closer. He touched his lips softly to Draco’s, sliding them together in a gentle kiss. “The pleasure is all mine,” he softly added as he drew away, looking at Draco’s mouth, then back up to his eyes.

“Do you greet all new friends that way?” Draco quietly asked, licking his lips.

“No,” Harry smiled, leaning forward again for another greeting.

Draco stepped back and let Harry’s hand go. “Uh . . . I should get going. Need to umm . . . finish some homework,” he stammered, then hurriedly left the room.

“What was that?” Lucius menacingly asked as Harry sat down again.

“What was what?” Harry asked, leaning his head back on the couch, closing his eyes.

“That kiss. Not to mention behind the Quidditch changing rooms the other day,” Lucius said.

“I wanted a taste, and he was willing,” Harry tiredly shrugged. “And no, I have not drunk any of his blood, although I bet he tastes . . . heavenly,” he added opening his one eye to look at the irate blond.

“Perhaps we should go Lucius,” Severus spoke up before Lucius would say something he’d regret. “I have some fine brandy that Kinsey brought me,” he looked at his daughter and Stryder. “Care to join us?”

“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I just need to talk to Harry,” Kinsey replied, looking at her tired child.

“He’s the one, isn’t he?” Stryder asked, after Lucius and Severus left. “The one that you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Yeah,” Harry sighed. “He’s got the same tattoo on his hip.”

“So, now there’s a face to your dream lover?” Kinsey asked, knowing of Harry’s dreams. “Have you drunk from him yet?”

“No, although it’s been so tempting,” Harry replied, feeling his fangs itch for it. “I’ve had a taste of his blood from a scratch on his cheek.”

“When’s the last time you’ve fed?” Kinsey asked.

“Last week,” Harry replied. “I’ve been busy.”

“You go ahead and visit with your father Kinse. Harry can drink from me,” Stryder said.

“I am feeling drained,” Harry tiredly smiled, getting up to walk over to Stryder who was leaning his hip on the desk.

“You can’t ignore the need to feed Harry,” Stryder said, pulling Harry’s hips closer between his legs.

“I know,” Harry whispered, nuzzling his lips against Stryder’s neck, one hand braced on his thigh, the other on the back of Stryder’s neck.

Stryder arched his neck back, closing his eyes as he felt Harry’s fangs pierce the skin. His hands slid up Harry’s back, pulling him closer.


Draco silently opened the door, hoping Harry was still there to talk to him, then felt his heart plummet to his stomach, seeing what looked like a passionate embrace between Harry and the blond man from the meeting. He heard the blond give a low moan, turned and left, shutting the door quietly after him. ‘I am such an idiot,’ he thought to himself as he made his way to the dungeons.


“Harry,” Stryder huskily said, slowly pulling his head back. “We had company.”

Harry’s fangs eased back into his gums as he licked the wound closed. “Company?” he asked, already feeling more energized.

“That blond . . . Draco . . . had come into the room but left when he saw us,” Stryder said adjusting his semi-hard erection in his pants.

“Saw us?” Harry asked.

“He didn’t see you drinking from me, I don’t think.”

“No, he just saw what looked like a passionate snog,” Harry sighed. “Shit. He was just warming up to me.”

“Go to him and tell him,” Stryder said.

“You don’t know Draco. He’s a Malfoy, and more stubborn than I am,” Harry quietly said.

“I think you should try Harry.”

Harry nodded then looked down to see Stryder’s prominent erection. “You okay?” he smirked.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to find relief from someone else, now that you’re not available anymore,” Stryder grinned.

“I don’t have him yet Stryder,” Harry smiled, placing a soft kiss on Stryder’s mouth, letting it linger for a few moments. “You always did taste good,” he whispered against the blond’s lips.

“You are evil Harry,” Stryder grinned, shaking his head, then followed Harry down to the main hall, where he left through the front doors, and Harry went down to the dungeons.

Harry stepped up to the Slytherin dorm portrait, and was about to dismantle the wards so he could enter when he heard a hissing noise.

‘Why do you disturb us?’ was heard.

Harry looked down at the feet of the dragon on the portrait to see a snake curled around the dragon’s feet. ‘I need to enter to talk to Draco Malfoy,’ he hissed in Parseltongue.

‘The young dragon is not in,’ the snake hissed. The dragon bent his head down to nudge the snake affectionately. ‘I would suggest you ask before trying to disrupt the wards around us next time, young blood drinker,’ it added.

Harry nodded his head respectfully. ‘Sorry to disturb you,’ he hissed, then retraced his steps to the main floor of the school to his portrait of a female warrior elf, that smiled in greeting when he approached, a glint of fangs showing between ruby lips. There was also a mirror on the seventh floor that he was able to walk through to take him to his rooms . . . with a password.

Once inside his rooms he opened his trunk and took out the treasured folded parchment. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he quietly said, for the Marauder’s map to show the halls and rooms of Hogwarts and grounds. He almost immediately saw Draco’s name. He was not in his rooms, but was in Severus’s rooms with Lucius, Severus, and Kinsey . . . although she was in another room, in what he assumed was an extra bedroom for her. “Mischief managed,” he sighed, watching as the rooms and people faded away to blank parchment again.



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