Visitations 4
Title: Visitations 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1490
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for shaneeb_1, who asked for more of Visitations
Summary: Harry welcomes his guests into his home.
Harry strode to the front doors of his home, where his confidence abruptly faltered. His mates, his best friends, waited on the other side of that door. Would they take one look at him and be repulsed by the monster he had become? As Harry wavered, a firm knock sounded at the door. Harry straightened his spine, smoothed his hair, and opened the door.
Harry was nearly bowled over by the virago that swept into his house.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, flinging herself against him and wrapping both arms around his neck.
Harry's vampiric instincts caused him to tense, prepared to fend off the attack. Just as quickly, his arms wound around Hermione, and he buried his face in her mop of brown hair. Harry inhaled deeply. Hermione smelled like home.
Harry raised his eyes to look at Ron over Hermione's shoulder. His friend's face was set and pale, and Harry's momentary joy at the reunion was ruined.
Ron cleared his throat. "Hermione, let the man breathe, will you?"
Hermione backed off and gave a flustered giggle. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said. "I didn't mean to maul you. It's just...it's been too long."
Harry could only nod.
Hermione eyed him critically. "You look good," she announced.
"Do I?" Harry drawled, allowing a small, tight smile to display the tips of his fangs.
Hermione didn't recoil. Fearless as ever, she leaned closer for a better look. "Are they uncomfortable?" she asked, eyes bright with undisguised curiosity.
Harry was taken aback at her question. He hadn't felt this off-balance even when Draco first appeared at his door. "I am used to them now," Harry said, by way of answer.
Ron finally found the courage to step forward. He extended his hand, and Harry dutifully shook it. Ron's greeting felt odd and stilted and wrong, and it made Harry's inhuman heart ache.
"Fuck it," Ron muttered. He used his grip on Harry's hand to tug him close, wrapping his free arm around Harry's shoulders in a manly, half hug. "It's good to see you, mate," Ron said gruffly.
Harry's throat got tight as he clapped Ron on the back. It was a sensation he hadn't experienced in far too long. Harry stepped back, hiding his unfamiliar vulnerability beneath a brusque exterior. "Come on," he said. "Dinner is waiting."
Harry led his guests into the dining room. Draco rose politely at their entrance, nodding to Hermione and Ron. Clarise remained seated, but a welcoming smile tilted the corners of her mouth. Harry handled the introductions.
"Ron, Hermione, this is Clarise. She's a guest in my home. Clarise, these are my friends, Ronald and Hermione Weasley. Of course, the two of you know Draco."
Once the Pleased to meet you and How do you do platitudes were exchanged, everyone took a seat at the table. Harry seated Hermione to his right and Ron to his left. Draco sat beside Hermione, while Clarise sat next to Ron. Hulda brought out the first course, and Harry noticed the approval in Hermione's eyes when she saw that the house-elf was wearing a dainty pinafore.
Conversation was awkward at first. Harry inquired about Ron's family and Hermione's parents. Draco requested news from London. Harry caught Hermione watching him as he ate, and he set his fork down and met her eyes directly.
Hermione flushed and lowered her gaze. "Forgive me, Harry," she said. "I wasn't aware that you ate like..."
"Like a normal person?" Harry finished softly.
Hermione's eyes flashed. "That's not what I meant at all." Her expression softened once more, and she reached over to lay a tentative hand on Harry's arm. "I admit I don't know much about your new reality, Harry," she said, "but I want to learn."
Harry couldn't be angry at her. He knew she was trying. "Did you not do hours of research on the subject of vampires?"
Hermione looked at him sharply, then seemed to realize he was teasing her. "I certainly tried," she replied, "but there is precious little information to be found. Vampires seem to be rather stingy when it comes to revealing information about themselves."
"Vampires have been persecuted for centuries," Draco remarked.
"Not without reason," Harry said.
Hermione sat back and folded her hands on top of the table. "Please explain."
Harry shrugged. "Vampires have traditionally been predators," he said. "After all, we need human blood to sustain us."
Hermione and Ron both looked from Draco to Clarise. It was Clarise who broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Mr Potter is not being completely upfront with you," she said. "Most vampires I have encountered take their blood from one source only, and that person is a willing participant."
"That's true," Draco nodded.
"It's mostly true," Harry countered. "Vampires used to hunt indiscriminately, until humans' retaliation forced them to seek an alternate means of securing sustenance. However, not all vampires adhere to the new system. Some of them still enjoy the thrill of the hunt."
"Must vampires kill in order to survive?" asked Hermione. "Malfoy appears in remarkably good health."
"We require very little human blood to sustain us," Harry replied. "But, as with money, some are greedy and want more than they need."
"I can see that happening," Hermione said with a sigh.
Another silence descended on the table.
Draco put an end to it. "Enough of this morbid conversation," he said. He turned his attention to Ron. "How are the Cannons faring this Quidditch season?"
~*~
"That went better than I expected it to," said Harry. He was still marveling that his friends had come to visit and not gone away angry or revolted.
"Weasley seemed reticent at first, but Granger was as fascinated as ever with the unknown," Draco commented.
They had retired to Harry's master suite after Ron and Hermione left. Harry eyed his Consort, feeling unusually benevolent. "As your reward for orchestrating this evening, you may decide how you wish to be fucked."
Draco's eyes darkened. "I want to ride you," he said.
Harry had expected as much, but he didn't mind. "As you wish," he said. Harry and Draco undressed in silence. Once Harry was nude, he reclined on his bed, back braced against the mound of pillows. He Summoned a bottle of lubricant and smeared some of the slick substance up and down his erection.
Draco finally stepped out of his pants and joined Harry on the bed. He straddled Harry's thighs and leaned forward to flick Harry's nipples.
"Draco," Harry growled. He was aroused and aching, and he was in no mood for foreplay. Draco had the cheek to snicker at him, and Harry reacted by grasping his Consort's hips in a bruising grip. Draco lost interest in playing; he reached back and positioned Harry's cock, then pushed down and took Harry in.
Harry groaned at the sensation of Draco's body clamping onto his cock. His gums began to throb, anxious to sink his fangs into his Consort's throat. First, however, Harry wanted Draco to beg for it.
Draco sank down, engulfing Harry completely. He paused, eyes closed and lips parted as he adjusted to the stretch. Harry kneaded Draco's arse, trying to quell the urge to demand Draco get on with it. Eventually, Draco began moving on his own. He raised up and tightened his rim, squeezing Harry's cock before he slid back down. Harry allowed Draco to set the pace, and he began lifting his hips into each down stroke. Draco bent forward, hands braced beside Harry's head even as he continued riding Harry.
"Please, Harry," he panted. "I need more."
Harry's hand grabbed Draco's nape, and he hauled his Consort down and sank his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco uttered a shrill cry, and his body spasmed in a hard climax. Harry drank deeply, enjoying Draco's impassioned thrashing atop him. The endorphins rushing through Draco's bloodstream spurred Harry's arousal to a fevered pitch. He withdrew his fangs and rolled over, tossing Draco on his back without losing penetration. Harry began pounding into his Consort, battering Draco's quivering hole with one powerful thrust after another. When Harry peaked, it was with a wild cry of completion. He emptied himself inside of Draco, then slumped on top of his Consort.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's back, stroking Harry's damp skin. "Was that what you needed?" he asked, voice muffled against Harry's shoulder.
Harry knew Draco wasn't talking about the sex. "Yeah," he admitted. "That was just what I needed."
Visitations 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, ofc
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1490
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for shaneeb_1, who asked for more of Visitations
Summary: Harry welcomes his guests into his home.
Harry strode to the front doors of his home, where his confidence abruptly faltered. His mates, his best friends, waited on the other side of that door. Would they take one look at him and be repulsed by the monster he had become? As Harry wavered, a firm knock sounded at the door. Harry straightened his spine, smoothed his hair, and opened the door.
Harry was nearly bowled over by the virago that swept into his house.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, flinging herself against him and wrapping both arms around his neck.
Harry's vampiric instincts caused him to tense, prepared to fend off the attack. Just as quickly, his arms wound around Hermione, and he buried his face in her mop of brown hair. Harry inhaled deeply. Hermione smelled like home.
Harry raised his eyes to look at Ron over Hermione's shoulder. His friend's face was set and pale, and Harry's momentary joy at the reunion was ruined.
Ron cleared his throat. "Hermione, let the man breathe, will you?"
Hermione backed off and gave a flustered giggle. "I'm sorry, Harry," she said. "I didn't mean to maul you. It's just...it's been too long."
Harry could only nod.
Hermione eyed him critically. "You look good," she announced.
"Do I?" Harry drawled, allowing a small, tight smile to display the tips of his fangs.
Hermione didn't recoil. Fearless as ever, she leaned closer for a better look. "Are they uncomfortable?" she asked, eyes bright with undisguised curiosity.
Harry was taken aback at her question. He hadn't felt this off-balance even when Draco first appeared at his door. "I am used to them now," Harry said, by way of answer.
Ron finally found the courage to step forward. He extended his hand, and Harry dutifully shook it. Ron's greeting felt odd and stilted and wrong, and it made Harry's inhuman heart ache.
"Fuck it," Ron muttered. He used his grip on Harry's hand to tug him close, wrapping his free arm around Harry's shoulders in a manly, half hug. "It's good to see you, mate," Ron said gruffly.
Harry's throat got tight as he clapped Ron on the back. It was a sensation he hadn't experienced in far too long. Harry stepped back, hiding his unfamiliar vulnerability beneath a brusque exterior. "Come on," he said. "Dinner is waiting."
Harry led his guests into the dining room. Draco rose politely at their entrance, nodding to Hermione and Ron. Clarise remained seated, but a welcoming smile tilted the corners of her mouth. Harry handled the introductions.
"Ron, Hermione, this is Clarise. She's a guest in my home. Clarise, these are my friends, Ronald and Hermione Weasley. Of course, the two of you know Draco."
Once the Pleased to meet you and How do you do platitudes were exchanged, everyone took a seat at the table. Harry seated Hermione to his right and Ron to his left. Draco sat beside Hermione, while Clarise sat next to Ron. Hulda brought out the first course, and Harry noticed the approval in Hermione's eyes when she saw that the house-elf was wearing a dainty pinafore.
Conversation was awkward at first. Harry inquired about Ron's family and Hermione's parents. Draco requested news from London. Harry caught Hermione watching him as he ate, and he set his fork down and met her eyes directly.
Hermione flushed and lowered her gaze. "Forgive me, Harry," she said. "I wasn't aware that you ate like..."
"Like a normal person?" Harry finished softly.
Hermione's eyes flashed. "That's not what I meant at all." Her expression softened once more, and she reached over to lay a tentative hand on Harry's arm. "I admit I don't know much about your new reality, Harry," she said, "but I want to learn."
Harry couldn't be angry at her. He knew she was trying. "Did you not do hours of research on the subject of vampires?"
Hermione looked at him sharply, then seemed to realize he was teasing her. "I certainly tried," she replied, "but there is precious little information to be found. Vampires seem to be rather stingy when it comes to revealing information about themselves."
"Vampires have been persecuted for centuries," Draco remarked.
"Not without reason," Harry said.
Hermione sat back and folded her hands on top of the table. "Please explain."
Harry shrugged. "Vampires have traditionally been predators," he said. "After all, we need human blood to sustain us."
Hermione and Ron both looked from Draco to Clarise. It was Clarise who broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Mr Potter is not being completely upfront with you," she said. "Most vampires I have encountered take their blood from one source only, and that person is a willing participant."
"That's true," Draco nodded.
"It's mostly true," Harry countered. "Vampires used to hunt indiscriminately, until humans' retaliation forced them to seek an alternate means of securing sustenance. However, not all vampires adhere to the new system. Some of them still enjoy the thrill of the hunt."
"Must vampires kill in order to survive?" asked Hermione. "Malfoy appears in remarkably good health."
"We require very little human blood to sustain us," Harry replied. "But, as with money, some are greedy and want more than they need."
"I can see that happening," Hermione said with a sigh.
Another silence descended on the table.
Draco put an end to it. "Enough of this morbid conversation," he said. He turned his attention to Ron. "How are the Cannons faring this Quidditch season?"
~*~
"That went better than I expected it to," said Harry. He was still marveling that his friends had come to visit and not gone away angry or revolted.
"Weasley seemed reticent at first, but Granger was as fascinated as ever with the unknown," Draco commented.
They had retired to Harry's master suite after Ron and Hermione left. Harry eyed his Consort, feeling unusually benevolent. "As your reward for orchestrating this evening, you may decide how you wish to be fucked."
Draco's eyes darkened. "I want to ride you," he said.
Harry had expected as much, but he didn't mind. "As you wish," he said. Harry and Draco undressed in silence. Once Harry was nude, he reclined on his bed, back braced against the mound of pillows. He Summoned a bottle of lubricant and smeared some of the slick substance up and down his erection.
Draco finally stepped out of his pants and joined Harry on the bed. He straddled Harry's thighs and leaned forward to flick Harry's nipples.
"Draco," Harry growled. He was aroused and aching, and he was in no mood for foreplay. Draco had the cheek to snicker at him, and Harry reacted by grasping his Consort's hips in a bruising grip. Draco lost interest in playing; he reached back and positioned Harry's cock, then pushed down and took Harry in.
Harry groaned at the sensation of Draco's body clamping onto his cock. His gums began to throb, anxious to sink his fangs into his Consort's throat. First, however, Harry wanted Draco to beg for it.
Draco sank down, engulfing Harry completely. He paused, eyes closed and lips parted as he adjusted to the stretch. Harry kneaded Draco's arse, trying to quell the urge to demand Draco get on with it. Eventually, Draco began moving on his own. He raised up and tightened his rim, squeezing Harry's cock before he slid back down. Harry allowed Draco to set the pace, and he began lifting his hips into each down stroke. Draco bent forward, hands braced beside Harry's head even as he continued riding Harry.
"Please, Harry," he panted. "I need more."
Harry's hand grabbed Draco's nape, and he hauled his Consort down and sank his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco uttered a shrill cry, and his body spasmed in a hard climax. Harry drank deeply, enjoying Draco's impassioned thrashing atop him. The endorphins rushing through Draco's bloodstream spurred Harry's arousal to a fevered pitch. He withdrew his fangs and rolled over, tossing Draco on his back without losing penetration. Harry began pounding into his Consort, battering Draco's quivering hole with one powerful thrust after another. When Harry peaked, it was with a wild cry of completion. He emptied himself inside of Draco, then slumped on top of his Consort.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's back, stroking Harry's damp skin. "Was that what you needed?" he asked, voice muffled against Harry's shoulder.
Harry knew Draco wasn't talking about the sex. "Yeah," he admitted. "That was just what I needed."
Visitations 5