HPCreatures Fest fic: Vampauror
Title: Vampauror
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Prompt: Prompt #S21
Prompt Submitted by: gracerene
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Creature: Vampire
Word Count/Art Medium: 4,700
Rating: R
Warnings: (highlight to read) *Sexual activity, very mild dub-con, language, sarcasm*
Disclaimer: This creation is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offense is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Notes: Thanks to gracerene for the amazing prompt, and special thanks to jake67jake for the beta.
Summary: After Harry is infected with vampirism on an Auror mission, Draco Malfoy is assigned to him as his Transition Assistant.
"We've assigned you a liaison to assist in your transition, Mr Potter. There's nothing to worry about, you'll see."
Harry nodded absently. He waited until the Healer left before indulging in a bout of self-pity. He'd been infected with the vampirism virus. Harry was a vampire.
A vampire
Harry ran his tongue over his aching gums. He'd been told his new incisors would take two or three days to grow in. Until that happened, Harry would need to drink blood from a cup. Once he completed his transition, he could take blood from the source.
Harry didn't want to transition; he wanted to die. Death was preferable to killing others for survival.
He wished he hadn't been the lead Auror on his most recent case. He wished he had reacted more quickly to avoid being bitten. Harry wished he knew where his wand was.
~V~
"Hello, Potter. I'm here as your Transition Assistant."
Harry turned his head and blinked. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again, Draco Malfoy was still standing in his room, proclaiming himself Harry's assistant.
"You're having me on," Harry stated flatly.
"Not at all," Malfoy said with a cheerful smile. "Get up and get dressed, Potter."
Harry sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He felt a tad woozy, and it took a moment to regain his equilibrium. "What time is it?" he asked, reaching for his shirt.
"Just after three," Malfoy replied.
Harry reckoned that gave him a couple hours before sunrise. He assumed Malfoy had a safe, dark place where he could spend the day. Once Harry was dressed, he frowned at his liaison. "What now?"
Malfoy drew his wand and approached. "I'm taking you to get something to eat," he said. "You look like you could use a bite."
Harry ground his teeth in anger. "Sensitive much, Malfoy?"
Malfoy had the gall to grin at him. "Just a little dark humor there, Potty. Come along," he said, drawing his wand and taking Harry's arm. "Let's get you some lunch."
Harry's stomach dropped in horror. "Lu-
"...urgh! The sun! It burns, it burns! I'm dying! Malfoy, you vicious, conniving cunt!"
Harry's death knell was interrupted by the sound of Malfoy laughing. Only, he wasn't simply laughing, no, Malfoy was guffawing.
Harry straightened from where he was cowering and lowered the arms he'd instinctively thrown over his face and head. He blinked rapidly in the bright sunshine, eyes almost watering. Harry looked down at his hands, finding them intact. He had expected to see his skin smoldering from the sun's deadly rays.
"How is this possible?" Harry marveled, turning his hands this way and that. "Does this mean I'm not really a vampire?"
"Oh, you're a vampire, alright," Malfoy replied. "However, vampires are no more affected by sunlight than any other nocturnal predator. For instance, bats don't turn to dust if they are disturbed from their roosts and fly outside during the day, do they?"
"I...no, I suppose not," Harry said. He took a good look around and realized they were at the entrance to Diagon Alley. Malfoy tapped the bricks to reveal the passageway, then he beckoned for Harry to follow him. Harry trotted to catch up, and he lowered his voice and spoke without looking at Malfoy.
"Do they serve blood at the Leaky now?"
"I certainly hope not!"
Harry stopped short. "What am I supposed to dine on, then?"
Malfoy had gotten a few steps ahead, and he turned around to look at Harry. "Potter, do yourself a favor and forget all of the ridiculous vampire lore you've learned, or think you've learned," he said. "Most of it is patently false."
Harry caught up to Malfoy again. "How do you know so much about vampires? Are you one, as well?" He hadn't seen any fangs, but Malfoy could be under a modified glamour.
"No, I'm not a vampire, but I used to date one."
"Pansy Parkinson?" Harry drawled. It wouldn't surprise him; the woman had been bloodthirsty even at Hogwarts.
"Petr Pompinov," Malfoy replied before turning away. "Hurry up, Potter. I'm hungry, and I reckon you are, too. By the way, you can eat anything you want."
Harry was flummoxed by this information. "Petr?" he asked. "You dated a bloke?"
Malfoy rounded on him so quickly that Harry took an involuntary step back.
"Yes, Potter, a bloke," he gritted. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"I...no, erm...no," stammered Harry.
Malfoy gave one sharp nod, seemingly satisfied. "Good enough. Let's go."
Harry obediently trailed after his liaison once more. "I can eat anything I want, really?"
"Within reason, of course," Malfoy said over his shoulder. "You still can't ingest poison without consequence, and I wouldn't eat fruitcake if I were you."
"Fruitcake?"
"I'm taking the piss, Potter. Hurry it up."
~V~
Harry dabbed at his lips with a serviette and relaxed back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "That was delicious."
"Feeling better?" Malfoy asked.
Harry was surprised to note that Malfoy's concern seemed genuine. "Yeah," Harry replied with a nod, "but I still feel peckish, even though I'm full. Does that make sense?"
"You need some blood, I reckon."
"I thought you said I can eat anything I want to," Harry protested.
"That's true, Potter, but as a vampire, you do need blood to sustain you," said Malfoy. "I'll settle our bill, then take you home and get you sorted out."
It wasn't until Malfoy stood up and walked away that Harry wondered whose home Malfoy was referring to.
~V~
Harry found himself gazing around Malfoy's parlor. The townhouse was lovely, but it wasn't nearly as grand as Harry would have expected from Malfoy.
"Does it pass muster, Potter?"
Harry slanted a glance at his host. "It's very nice," he said. Harry ran his tongue over his aching gums. He was thirsty, and not for water, but he had no idea how he was meant to slake his thirst when his fangs had yet to grow in. While at St Mungo's, he'd been given blood in a small cup.
"Have a seat," said Malfoy, gesturing at a grouping of comfortable chairs and a sofa in one corner. "You need to learn to drink from the source."
Rather than argue, Harry sat on the sofa and waited to see what Malfoy was planning to do. So far, he'd learned more from Malfoy in an hour than he'd ever learned about vampirism before. Malfoy left the room and returned with a small paring knife. He sat next to Harry and used the knife to nick the end of his index finger. A bead of blood welled up from the small wound.
Harry's nostrils flared at the scent of fresh, hot blood, and his stomach rumbled.
Malfoy held his hand up and said only, "Drink."
Harry hesitated for a second, then he gripped Malfoy's hand and drew it to his mouth. Harry's tongue flicked out and swiped up a bead of blood. He closed his lips around the tip of Malfoy's finger and applied suction. Harry moaned in pleasure and sucked harder, drawing more of Malfoy's delicious blood into his mouth.
Malfoy made a soft sound, it could have been pleasure or distress. "Enough," he rasped, tugging to free himself.
Harry growled, and the sound startled him. He released Malfoy's finger and jumped up, pacing to the other side of the parlor. Harry licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of fresh blood. "I'm sorry," he muttered, back to Malfoy. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
"It's to be expected," Malfoy said. "You're a fledgling among vampires, and learning self-control is something I'm here to help you with."
Harry turned around. "You're not angry at me?"
"No."
"Weren't you frightened?"
Malfoy raised one eyebrow. "Did you not notice I had my wand in my other hand?"
"Er, no," Harry admitted, feeling chagrined. He'd been so intent on taking Malfoy's blood that he hadn't realized the danger he could have been in.
"Eventually, you'll learn to take blood in a civilized manner," said Malfoy. "You must."
"What happens if I don't learn to control myself?" asked Harry.
Malfoy's expression grew grim. "Vampires who cannot control themselves are eliminated," he stated.
Harry blanched. "Isn't that harsh?"
"We can't have savage vampires running amok and attacking random people," said Malfoy. "Relax, Potter. I have every confidence that you will be a star pupil in this respect. You're not the sort to put your needs ahead of others, are you?"
"I reckon not," Harry said.
"Buck up, Potter. Life as you know it isn't over; it's merely changed. Consider your vampirism another challenge that you must overcome." Malfoy stood up and tucked his wand away. "I'll be right back," he said.
Harry waited until Malfoy left the room before he slumped onto the sofa and rested his head in his hands. He wasn't convinced that he could handle transitioning into a vampire, never mind what Malfoy thought. Harry was angry and depressed about the situation, and his ruddy gums still hurt. He looked up when Malfoy returned.
Malfoy walked over to Harry and handed him a rubber spatula. "Here you are," he said.
Harry accepted it with a puzzled frown. "What is this for?"
"It's for you to chew on until your fangs grow in," Malfoy replied. "You'll be less likely to gnaw on unsuspecting victims if you have a substitute."
"You can't be serious."
"I am," said Malfoy. "Petr told me his gums ached something fierce, and he wished he'd had something to chew on while he was teething."
"I'm not teething," Harry protested. The way Malfoy put it, he sounded like a toddler.
"You are, in a manner of speaking," said Malfoy. "Let me know when you puncture the spatula. That will mean you're ready to graduate to biting your blood donors."
~V~
Harry was relieved to return home. He'd honestly thought he'd never see it again, or at least that he wouldn't see it again in the light of day. Harry yawned. He was sleepy. Malfoy had told him he would become more nocturnal, wanting to sleep during the day, only to be alert and active at night. Harry didn't mind so much, now that he knew he could go out and about during the day time. He took a quick shower and tumbled into bed.
It was evening when Harry awoke. His gums were aching, and he was hungry. While waiting for some leftovers to warm up, Harry sat at the kitchen table and chewed on his rubber spatula. He felt ridiculous, but it really did alleviate the discomfort in his gums. He ate his dinner and then resorted to pacing his flat. Harry was restless, and he wondered what he was supposed to do with his time. Surely, being a vampire was not his new job? No one from the Auror department had contacted him, and Harry didn't know if he could return to the Ministry and resume his duties. Perhaps Malfoy would know.
Harry looked at the clock on his mantel and saw that it wasn't too late. He checked the Floo address Malfoy had given him and placed a firecall. Malfoy appeared a moment later.
"Is something wrong, Potter? Do you feel alright?"
"I-I'm fine," Harry stammered in reply. He hadn't expected such obvious concern from Malfoy. "It's just...I'm bored, and I don't know what I am allowed to do or where I can go," he said, hating that it sounded as if he was complaining. "May I go visit my friends, at least?"
Malfoy frowned. "I would caution against it until you have better control," he said. "Feel free to send them a message, however. If you're still bored after writing out correspondence, I have some literature I can give you to read. It contains information that can help you with your transition."
"Ugh," Harry grimaced. "This feels like I'm back at Hogwarts."
Malfoy chuckled. "If you'd rather, I can accompany you out and about for a time. Unlike you, however, I do need to sleep at some point tonight."
"Yeah, sure, I understand," said Harry. He was eager to get out, even if it was only for an hour or so.
"Come on through," Malfoy said as he stepped away from the Floo.
Harry enlarged his fireplace, threw a pinch of powder, and called out Malfoy's address.
Malfoy greeted him by asking, "Would you like to go flying?"
"I can fly?!" gasped Harry.
"Yes," Malfoy replied. "I can, too. We're wizards, Potter, and we have these things called brooms."
Harry flipped two fingers at him. Malfoy certainly knew how to take the fun out of everything.
~V~
Harry soared through the air, the wind stinging his cheeks and ruffling his hair. He felt happy and alive, which was more than he'd dared hope for when he learned he was a vampire. Then, Harry thought he was doomed to exist in darkness as one of the undead. It had taken Malfoy, of all people, to teach him that life was still worth living.
Of course, he needed to learn to control his urge to bite everyone. Harry had a definite urge to bite Malfoy, but it had nothing to do with sustenance and everything to do with lust. He turned his head, eyes easily finding and tracking Malfoy in the night sky. Malfoy was bent low over his broom, and he appeared to be enjoying himself. Harry wanted to enjoy him, too. He gave his head a shake. First, he had to concentrate on transitioning. There would be time later for romance, most likely with someone who was not Draco Malfoy. Harry deliberately turned his thoughts away from Malfoy. He flew higher and executed a tight loop in the air just for fun.
"Potter!"
Harry grimaced. Had he done something wrong? Were vampires not meant to have fun? He slowed and turned his broom in Malfoy's direction. Harry hovered and waited for Malfoy to draw abreast of him.
Malfoy pulled up and hovered next to Harry. "It's getting late," he said. "I need to get home, and you shouldn't be out without supervision yet."
"I'm not a child, Malfoy," Harry said tightly.
"In vampire terms, you are," Malfoy countered without missing a beat. He softened his tone. "Look, I know this is frustrating for you, but you need to be aware of your limitations. I know you don't want to hurt anyone, but you have no idea how you may react if someone crosses your path inadvertently. Let's call it a night for now, and I'll see you tomorrow."
Harry wanted to argue, but he knew he needed to trust Malfoy on this. Instead, he gave a reluctant nod and allowed Malfoy to lead the way to a safe Apparation point.
~V~
It was after noon when Harry awoke.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, rolling out of bed. He'd always been an early riser, but it seemed vampirism was changing his normal sleep patterns. Malfoy had warned him it would happen, but Harry didn't think it would take place so soon. Of course, the fact that he'd been up until an hour before dawn didn't help matters. Harry sighed and trudged into his bathroom to shower.
By the time Harry was dressed, he was alert and hungry. He fixed himself a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast points, but the simple meal failed to satisfy him. By now, Harry knew enough to realize he was also thirsty...for blood.
Harry's gums throbbed, and he automatically touched the area with the tip of his tongue. He thought he could feel the beginnings of a fang coming in. That would bring welcome relief. Harry took his spatula out of the refrigerator and began to chew on it. The pain in his gums eased, and he sighed around a mouthful of rubber.
An owl pecked at the kitchen window, and Harry let it inside. The bird allowed him to remove a message from its claw, then flew away again rapidly. Harry opened the note, which was from Malfoy, inviting him to come by as soon as it was convenient. Harry set the message aside and headed for his Floo, forgetting he still held the spatula in his hand.
~V~
"Ah, it lives!" Malfoy exclaimed when Harry stepped smartly from his Floo. Malfoy's eyes went to the spatula, and he added, "And, it teethes!"
"Piss off," growled Harry. He was hungry, hurting, and frustrated.
Malfoy sobered immediately. "Perhaps a sip or two of blood will sort you out." Once again, he sat on the sofa and pricked his finger.
Harry rushed over, sat next to Malfoy, and immediately began sucking on the proffered digit.
"Take it easy," said Malfoy. "You need to learn control, remember?"
Harry didn't want to be under control. He wanted to sate himself with fresh blood, and he wanted to spread Malfoy beneath him and-
Harry shoved Malfoy's hand away from him and lunged up from the sofa. Where had this sudden lust for Malfoy come from?
"What's wrong?" asked Malfoy.
Harry couldn't tell him; he was mortified. He felt his face flush with shame, and he turned away.
"You're aroused." Malfoy didn't ask it, he said it.
Harry turned his head. "How did you know?"
"Don't be embarrassed, Potter," said Malfoy. "It's a common enough reaction when vampires feed."
Harry wasn't in a mood to be soothed. "Learned that from Pompousov, did you?"
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Pompinov," he corrected, "and yes, I did learn it from him. We were seeing one another, as I told you, and it was no hardship for me to...see to his other needs as well."
"Bully for you, Malfoy," Harry said. "However, I'm in the midst of a dry spell."
Malfoy's eyes widened, and he chuckled. "That's unexpected."
"I've been busy!" Harry squawked.
"Busy doing what?"
"Auroring!"
Malfoy's chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh. "Auroring?" he chortled. "I don't think that's the proper term."
"Sod off, Malfoy," grumped Harry.
"I apologize," said Malfoy, although he didn't sound sorry in the least. "Come here, take some more blood, then you can go home and rub one out."
Harry huffed and turned his back on Malfoy.
"Potter, this is your life now. The sooner you accept it, the sooner I can stop baby sitting you, and the sooner you can return to, er, Auroring."
Harry turned his head and aimed a sneer at Malfoy.
Malfoy stood up and moved closer, bending his head. "Are your fangs coming in?" he asked.
Harry automatically ran his tongue over the gaps in his teeth, feeling the hard ridge of emerging fangs. "I think so," he said begrudgingly.
"No wonder you're in such a strop," said Malfoy.
This close, Harry could smell Malfoy's fresh blood. His nostrils flared, and his cock flexed in his jeans. If Malfoy noticed Harry's reaction, he didn't let on.
"Come on," he coaxed. "Take some more blood. You'll feel better." He resumed his seat on the sofa, and Harry joined him with obvious reluctance. Malfoy extended his finger once more. "Gently this time," he cautioned.
Harry sat down and gripped Malfoy's finger. He brought it to his mouth and applied careful suction. Harry rasped his tongue over the small wound, then sucked again. He heard Malfoy's breath stall, and Harry glanced up to see Malfoy's eyelids flutter. Harry's stomach erupted with an answering quiver. Was Malfoy enjoying this, too? There was only one way to find out. Harry shifted closer, still treating Malfoy's finger like he wanted to treat Malfoy's cock. Harry leaned forward, crowding Malfoy and causing him to lean back. Harry didn't stop until Malfoy was half-reclining on the sofa with Harry draped over him.
Malfoy opened his eyes. "Potter, wha...mm," he hummed when Harry fit their groins together and rubbed slowly back and forth.
Harry swirled his tongue around Malfoy's finger, then licked a wet stripe to his wrist. He could feel the hot rush of Malfoy's blood pulsing just beneath the skin here, and Harry's gums ached with the need to bite and take his fill. He forced himself to return to sucking Malfoy's finger as he continued frotting against him on the sofa. Malfoy gave in to it, arching up to grind himself against Harry's groin.
A growl vibrated in Harry's throat. He relinquished Malfoy's finger in favor of sucking on his throat. Harry had the presence of mind to keep his teeth to himself, in spite of his new instincts that demanded he bite and drink. Malfoy stiffened beneath Harry, and a choked cry escaped him. Harry's nostrils flared with the scent of Malfoy's release, and it triggered his own. Harry buried his face in Malfoy's neck as he groaned in pleasure.
The room went silent, save for the harsh breathing of its inhabitants.
"Get up." Malfoy's voice was cold and clipped.
Harry levered himself upright and wiggled to the opposite end of the sofa. He opened his mouth to apologize, then decided he wasn't the least bit sorry. He waited to see what Malfoy's next move would be.
"Get out."
"But-"
"We can discuss it later," said Malfoy. "For now, it's best if you just leave."
Harry gave a weary nod and headed to the Floo.
~V~
The remainder of the day passed with no word from Malfoy. Harry had left his spatula there, and he found himself missing it, which was absurd. He placed a firecall to Hermione and Ron, and he sent an owl to Dawlish, letting the Head Auror know that he was eager to return to the Ministry. Dawlish's return message was reminiscent of Malfoy's parting shot:
We'll discuss it later
Harry quickly grew bored and anxious. Malfoy was avoiding him, and Harry didn't like it one bit. He hadn't been Sorted into Gryffindor for nothing; he resolved to tweak the snake's tail. Harry placed a firecall to Malfoy. It was long moments before Malfoy appeared, looking annoyed and out of sorts.
"You won't need more blood until tomorrow, Potter," he said. "I'll see you then."
"Wait!" cried Harry. "I need my spatula."
The utensil in question was chucked through the open connection. It bounced off of Harry's head and landed on the floor by his hand. He took it as a good sign. It meant that Malfoy had been just as affected by their last encounter as Harry was.
"Is there anything else, Potter? It's late, and I have business to attend to."
"There is one other thing," said Harry. "I'm bored, and I'm going out."
After a lengthy pause, Malfoy said, "You can't go out alone."
"Then I suggest you come through, because I'm going, with or without you."
"This is highly irregular."
"You don't have to come with me," said Harry. He let the implication of again linger in his smile before he continued. "I'm certain that no one will blame you if I happen to attack a stray Muggle or two."
"Potter, you are a spiteful bastard, and I'm going to eat a tonne of garlic tonight so it's in my bloodstream by tomorrow," spat Malfoy.
Harry's eyes widened in alarm. "Will that harm me?"
"Hah! I should be so fortunate! Get back, I'm coming through."
Harry scrambled out of the way as his Floo enlarged and Malfoy emerged in a flash of green. His gray eyes flashed with ill-concealed temper. Harry absently picked up his spatula and began to gnaw on it while keeping his attention on Malfoy. The stiff set of Malfoy's shoulders eased, and he heaved a sigh. "Where did you want to go?"
"The pub," Harry mumbled around his spatula. He removed it from his mouth and added, "I'm hungry for fish and chips."
~V~
Harry pushed the basket aside and leaned back in the booth. "That was delicious," he said.
Across from him, Malfoy took a sip of ale and said, "I'm proud of you. You're surrounded by helpless victims, yet you haven't displayed any predatory behavior."
Harry thought it best not to reveal that he only wanted to prey on Malfoy. "See? I can control myself," he said.
"Very good, Potter. We'll have you back Auroring before you know it."
Harry was pleased with Malfoy's assessment. He reached for his own ale and paused. "Are there any other vampire Aurors?" he asked.
A small snort of laughter escaped Malfoy. "My apologies, but my mind just formed the word vampauror," he said.
The notion was so absurd that Harry found himself laughing, as well. It felt fantastic. Only two days ago, he'd thought his life was over. Now, he was sitting in a pub, laughing it up with Draco Malfoy, of all people.
Malfoy slid out of the booth and stood up. "Let's go," he said. "You've had your evening outing, and I need to get some sleep tonight."
Harry drank the last of his ale and stood up, too. He left enough money on the table to cover their bill, then Harry followed Malfoy out of the pub. They strolled along the pavement, heading for the nearest safe Apparation point.
"Malfoy, do you really intend to eat garlic tonight?"
"You'll find out tomorrow."
~V~
Harry spent a restless night alternately pacing his flat and watching the telly, all while chewing on his spatula. It was dawn before he grew sleepy enough to go to bed, and it was well after noon before he woke up again. Harry showered, dressed, and fixed himself a late lunch. After eating, he retrieved the spatula and began gnawing it with a vengeance. Harry felt something in his mouth and spat out a small piece of rubber. He moved his tongue and winced when he felt a sharp edge. Harry rushed to the bathroom and leaned close to the mirror, grateful that he still had a reflection to peer at. He lifted his top lip and was delighted to see the tips of his fangs poking through.
Harry couldn't wait to show Malfoy. He returned to the living room and placed a firecall.
"It's about time you were up and about," said Malfoy. "Come on through," he invited.
Harry enlarged his fireplace and stepped inside. He tossed a pinch of powder and called out Malfoy's address. Harry arrived in Malfoy's townhouse and smiled at his host.
Malfoy's brows drew down. "Dare I ask why you're grinning like an idiot?" Harry tossed the ravaged spatula to him, and Malfoy caught it with a Seeker's ease. "Ah," he said. "I take it your fangs have emerged?"
"Finally," Harry replied with a nod.
"I reckon that means you're ready to bite your donors and help yourself," said Malfoy.
Harry's euphoria faded. Would he be able to bite Malfoy without mauling him? "Erm, are you sure it's a good idea?" he asked.
"You have to learn some time, Potter. Best to practice it now," Malfoy replied. "I'll have my wand ready, just in case."
"In case I accidentally injure you?!"
"No, in case I need to hex you for bad behavior."
Harry winced. Apparently, Malfoy could carry a grudge.
Malfoy sat on the sofa and beckoned Harry over. Harry joined him, and Malfoy extended his hand. Harry took it but was clueless about how to proceed.
"You may bite my wrist," said Malfoy. "It should be simple for you to obtain blood that way, and it's the least intimate area of your donor's body. Most of the people whom you drink from will be via the wrist."
"What if I want to drink from someone's throat?" asked Harry, eyeing Malfoy's neck like a tasty treat.
Malfoy squirmed slightly. "I would only recommend that if you and your donor have arranged ahead of time to engage in sex."
"I see," said Harry. The implication of Malfoy offering his wrist was now obvious. Still, Harry was not so easily put off. "Is there any other place that vampires take blood from?"
Malfoy's heart rate increased; Harry could sense it.
"Well, erm, if you are drinking from a partner with whom you are on an intimate basis, you may wish to try drinking from his femoral artery."
Harry felt his own pulse leap with arousal and excitement. "The inside of the thigh, you mean?"
"Ahem. Yes."
"Mm," Harry hummed, bringing Malfoy's wrist to his mouth. He laved the sensitive skin with his tongue, eliciting a tiny quiver of reaction from Malfoy. Harry raised his head enough to murmur, "I'll just start with your wrist for now, shall I?"
"Yes," sighed Malfoy. He blinked. "What? Ouch, Potter! Mind your fangs!"
Harry had used the edge of one incisor to slice Malfoy's wrist, and he now lapped eagerly at the rich blood that welled from the small wound. He kept a tight rein on his instinctive urge to lunge for Malfoy's throat and instead continued to sip delicately. Harry placed his other hand on Malfoy's thigh and began stroking him with his fingers.
Malfoy's legs shifted apart, and a soft sound of contentment rumbled in his throat. Harry ached to shag him silly, but he knew he'd have to tread carefully. He drew one last taste of blood into his mouth, then sat up and healed Malfoy's wrist with a wandless Episkey charm.
"How did I do?" Harry asked, still stroking Malfoy's thigh.
"Fantastic," Malfoy breathed. He blinked again and seemed to recover his wits. Malfoy sat up straight and scowled. "Potter, that's my thigh you're fondling."
"Well spotted, Malfoy," Harry teased. He lowered his voice and added, "When may I bite you there?"
Malfoy's jaw firmed. "That's a privilege you'd have to work very hard to earn."
"Ah, another challenge to overcome, then," Harry said with a grin. He did love a challenge.
Vampauror 2
Cross-posted to hp_creatures