Tastes Like Home
Title: Tastes Like Home
Author: kitty_fic
Beta: The incomparable celestlyn
Rating: R
WordCount: 1114
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Warnings: vampires, blood, character deaths
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
Notes: This is much darker than anything else I've written, but it was fun to step out of my box for a bit. This was my entry for hp_3forfun Prompt: "Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?"
Summary: Harry and Hermione stalk Draco.
With a forceful grip in the long blonde locks, Hermione presented Harry the neck of their latest victim. Sinking his fangs into the soft flesh, he drained the blood slowly from the pretty young woman. After drinking his fill, he tore his mouth away, released the slack form and let the girl fall to the ground. Turning to his love, Harry licked the trace of blood from Hermione's lip and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"It tastes better on you," Harry said as he kissed the side of Hermione's mouth.
-----
After the war, there had been much to do in order to restore the Wizarding World to it's rightful state. One of the tasks was the capture and control of the dark creatures Voldemort had called to his side. Teams had been sent out to deal with the vampires, werewolves and other monsters that terrorized Wizards and Muggles alike.
The Order was stretched dangerously thin and one night Harry and Ron were caught alone and unaware by a nest of vampires. That was the night everything changed for the Golden Trio. Harry watched as his best friend was killed; crying out as Ron's blood was drained from his body. Instead of granting Harry the same, the soulless creatures chose to turn him instead.
Waking from his painful transformation, Harry found that with his moral compass removed, the only thing left to guide him were his emotional connections to those he had left behind. The first night after returning from the dead, Harry was drawn to the only other person he cared deeply about. He sought out Hermione and brought her along into his new damned existence. The brilliant witch was caught off guard with no chance of defending herself against Harry's attack.
In the five years since the war ended, the pair travelled on the outskirts of both Magical and Muggle society, stalking their prey, drinking from and killing anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross their path.
-----
Hermione lapped at Harry's mouth in return before deepening the kiss. The pair lost their morality along with their mortality when they were pulled into the darkness and consumed by blood lust and overwhelming cravings that could only be sated by the taste of human blood. The one truth that remained was their capacity to love and be loved passionately and it was with that passion that they clung to one another.
Kissing him once more, Hermione grabbed Harry and pulled him out of the alleyway toward a club with a bright neon blinking sign. Once inside, they took in the overwhelming smell of blood pulsing to the beat vibrating all around them. Suddenly, a look of recognition crossed Hermione's face as her eyes focused on a corner booth.
Facing Harry again, she nipped at his lip. "Harry, is that. . .?"
Following her gaze, Harry spotted the man who had attracted Hermione's attention.
"Lovely Ice Prince, so cold and beautiful" Hermione purred into his kiss.
"Mmmmm. . . He looks delicious." Harry replied, bending to kiss her neck.
---
Harry was filled with overwhelming desire at the sight of the white-blond hair, proving that the emotional connections to his past still ruled him. Memories of the magnetic force that pulled him toward Draco Malfoy for seven years of Hogwarts all came rushing back.
His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione. "I want him Harry. Will you get him for me?" She punctuated her request with a twist of his nipple.
"Of course, Love. You know I can't deny you," he answered, taking her mouth and kissing her breathlessly. It was true. He'd give anything to make her happy. Take anything. Do anything.
As they watched and stalked Draco throughout the night, it became utterly apparent that if anyone was born to be a vampire, that person was Draco Malfoy. The way he carried himself. His style. His swagger. Everything about him, every move he made, called to them.
---
Draco found fitting into the post-war world difficult. His life had certainly not met his expectations and he chose to lock himself away, living a life of solitude. He could count the times he had left home in the past year on one hand. He had no idea what had drawn him out on this particular night.
As the night passed, Draco had a strange, tingling feeling that he was being watched. Each look over his shoulder revealed no one and Draco became increasingly uncomfortable. Finally, shrugging it off as nothing more than paranoia, he decided to call it a night and return to the Manor. That's when he saw them.
It was no secret what Potter and Granger had become and a shiver of fear ran up his spine. His eyes met Harry's and immediately he wished they hadn't. Swiftly he headed for the exit. Stepping outside, he quickly moved toward the apparition point, but it was far too late and they were much too close.
"Hello Draco," Harry leaned in, grabbing his arm in an unrelenting grip. Draco tried to run, to jerk his arm away, but it was no use.
"Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?"
Draco's face twisted in fear. "What do you want? Are you going to kill me?"
"Pretty, pretty boy. Lonely boy." Granger circled him. Moving behind him, she trailed a hand across his shoulder blades. "We can help you. Give you a place to belong."
"What do we want?" There was Potter again, moving closer, leaning in toward his neck. Draco closed his eyes, preparing for the inevitable. Harry paused then, only inches from his jugular and simply inhaled. With a moan of pleasure, Harry continued, "You Draco. . . we want you."
With that, Harry sank his fangs into the supple skin of Draco's neck.
---
The coppery taste filling Harry's mouth tasted like home. They pulled mouthful after glorious mouthful of blood from Draco's body. When his body went limp, Harry pulled off, reaching out a hand to stop Hermione before they took too much.
Cradling Draco, Harry leaned into his neck again. "You smell so good. Taste so good." He licked Draco's neck, sealing the bite marks.
"We'll take good care of you Draco." Hermione whispered.
---
With a sharp fingernail, Hermione sliced Harry's wrist as well as her own and offered her hand to Draco. Gently nuzzling his neck, Harry encouraged him to drink. Draco lapped at the red liquid for a moment before they offered Harry's blood as well.
"Drink Draco, then sleep. We'll see you soon." Harry murmured softly into his ear.
Kissing Draco's blood stained lips, Hermione said, "You're ours now Draco. Now you belong."
Author: kitty_fic
Beta: The incomparable celestlyn
Rating: R
WordCount: 1114
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Warnings: vampires, blood, character deaths
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK Rowling owns everything. No money is being made by me.
Notes: This is much darker than anything else I've written, but it was fun to step out of my box for a bit. This was my entry for hp_3forfun Prompt: "Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?"
Summary: Harry and Hermione stalk Draco.
With a forceful grip in the long blonde locks, Hermione presented Harry the neck of their latest victim. Sinking his fangs into the soft flesh, he drained the blood slowly from the pretty young woman. After drinking his fill, he tore his mouth away, released the slack form and let the girl fall to the ground. Turning to his love, Harry licked the trace of blood from Hermione's lip and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"It tastes better on you," Harry said as he kissed the side of Hermione's mouth.
-----
After the war, there had been much to do in order to restore the Wizarding World to it's rightful state. One of the tasks was the capture and control of the dark creatures Voldemort had called to his side. Teams had been sent out to deal with the vampires, werewolves and other monsters that terrorized Wizards and Muggles alike.
The Order was stretched dangerously thin and one night Harry and Ron were caught alone and unaware by a nest of vampires. That was the night everything changed for the Golden Trio. Harry watched as his best friend was killed; crying out as Ron's blood was drained from his body. Instead of granting Harry the same, the soulless creatures chose to turn him instead.
Waking from his painful transformation, Harry found that with his moral compass removed, the only thing left to guide him were his emotional connections to those he had left behind. The first night after returning from the dead, Harry was drawn to the only other person he cared deeply about. He sought out Hermione and brought her along into his new damned existence. The brilliant witch was caught off guard with no chance of defending herself against Harry's attack.
In the five years since the war ended, the pair travelled on the outskirts of both Magical and Muggle society, stalking their prey, drinking from and killing anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross their path.
-----
Hermione lapped at Harry's mouth in return before deepening the kiss. The pair lost their morality along with their mortality when they were pulled into the darkness and consumed by blood lust and overwhelming cravings that could only be sated by the taste of human blood. The one truth that remained was their capacity to love and be loved passionately and it was with that passion that they clung to one another.
Kissing him once more, Hermione grabbed Harry and pulled him out of the alleyway toward a club with a bright neon blinking sign. Once inside, they took in the overwhelming smell of blood pulsing to the beat vibrating all around them. Suddenly, a look of recognition crossed Hermione's face as her eyes focused on a corner booth.
Facing Harry again, she nipped at his lip. "Harry, is that. . .?"
Following her gaze, Harry spotted the man who had attracted Hermione's attention.
"Lovely Ice Prince, so cold and beautiful" Hermione purred into his kiss.
"Mmmmm. . . He looks delicious." Harry replied, bending to kiss her neck.
---
Harry was filled with overwhelming desire at the sight of the white-blond hair, proving that the emotional connections to his past still ruled him. Memories of the magnetic force that pulled him toward Draco Malfoy for seven years of Hogwarts all came rushing back.
His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione. "I want him Harry. Will you get him for me?" She punctuated her request with a twist of his nipple.
"Of course, Love. You know I can't deny you," he answered, taking her mouth and kissing her breathlessly. It was true. He'd give anything to make her happy. Take anything. Do anything.
As they watched and stalked Draco throughout the night, it became utterly apparent that if anyone was born to be a vampire, that person was Draco Malfoy. The way he carried himself. His style. His swagger. Everything about him, every move he made, called to them.
---
Draco found fitting into the post-war world difficult. His life had certainly not met his expectations and he chose to lock himself away, living a life of solitude. He could count the times he had left home in the past year on one hand. He had no idea what had drawn him out on this particular night.
As the night passed, Draco had a strange, tingling feeling that he was being watched. Each look over his shoulder revealed no one and Draco became increasingly uncomfortable. Finally, shrugging it off as nothing more than paranoia, he decided to call it a night and return to the Manor. That's when he saw them.
It was no secret what Potter and Granger had become and a shiver of fear ran up his spine. His eyes met Harry's and immediately he wished they hadn't. Swiftly he headed for the exit. Stepping outside, he quickly moved toward the apparition point, but it was far too late and they were much too close.
"Hello Draco," Harry leaned in, grabbing his arm in an unrelenting grip. Draco tried to run, to jerk his arm away, but it was no use.
"Where did you think you could run that I wouldn't find you?"
Draco's face twisted in fear. "What do you want? Are you going to kill me?"
"Pretty, pretty boy. Lonely boy." Granger circled him. Moving behind him, she trailed a hand across his shoulder blades. "We can help you. Give you a place to belong."
"What do we want?" There was Potter again, moving closer, leaning in toward his neck. Draco closed his eyes, preparing for the inevitable. Harry paused then, only inches from his jugular and simply inhaled. With a moan of pleasure, Harry continued, "You Draco. . . we want you."
With that, Harry sank his fangs into the supple skin of Draco's neck.
---
The coppery taste filling Harry's mouth tasted like home. They pulled mouthful after glorious mouthful of blood from Draco's body. When his body went limp, Harry pulled off, reaching out a hand to stop Hermione before they took too much.
Cradling Draco, Harry leaned into his neck again. "You smell so good. Taste so good." He licked Draco's neck, sealing the bite marks.
"We'll take good care of you Draco." Hermione whispered.
---
With a sharp fingernail, Hermione sliced Harry's wrist as well as her own and offered her hand to Draco. Gently nuzzling his neck, Harry encouraged him to drink. Draco lapped at the red liquid for a moment before they offered Harry's blood as well.
"Drink Draco, then sleep. We'll see you soon." Harry murmured softly into his ear.
Kissing Draco's blood stained lips, Hermione said, "You're ours now Draco. Now you belong."