Vampauror 6
Title: Vampauror 6
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): UST
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Gift for jake67jake, for the beta work on one of my 2015 hd_owlpost gifts. She asked for more of Vampauror with a prompt of "That's not entirely what I meant by that."
♦ hp_creatures January prompt It's not what you say but how you say it
Summary: Harry puts his foot between his fangs and must apologize to Malfoy.
Harry reluctantly stopped kissing Malfoy and drew his head back. "Mine," he growled, displaying his fangs.
Malfoy's expression went from dazed to furious in an instant. He smacked Harry on the nose and pushed him away.
Just as quickly as Malfoy's mood had changed, so did Harry's. He went from hungry, sexual predator to wounded crup. His eyes were watering from the pain of being hit on the nose, and his face was flaming with embarrassment and regret. He hadn't meant to virtually attack Malfoy, especially not in front of so many witnesses.
Malfoy turned and drew his wand. He didn't even spare Harry a parting sneer before he Disapparated.
Harry groaned in dismay and rubbed at his stinging eyes.
Pompinov didn't help matters when he clapped Harry on the shoulder and grinned at him cheerily. "You must tread carefully with Draco," he admonished. "He is a proud one."
"You said he likes a challenge," Harry bleated in protest.
"He likes to be challenged, not be the challenge," Pompinov clarified. "You have treated him like a prize to be won, rather than a person to win over."
Harry's shoulders slumped. Much as he hated to admit it, Pompinov was right. "I reckon I should go and apologize."
"Perhaps you should give him some time to chill off first," suggested the other vampire.
Harry didn't bother to correct Pompinov's phrasing, nor did he plan to take this most recent bit of advice. Harry couldn't be certain that Pompinov wasn't planning to swoop in and comfort Malfoy while Harry was cooling his heels, waiting for the perfect time to apologize. No, he was going to confront Malfoy tonight.
Now.
~V~
Harry Apparated home and knelt in front of his Floo. He tossed in a pinch of powder, called out Malfoy's address, and stuck his head through. "Malfoy?"
The object of his desire strode into view, planted his hands on his hips, and glared. "Don't you have some Auroring to do, Potter?"
"Yes, but I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier."
"Fine. You've apologized. That's spiffing. If you'll excuse me, I need to get some sleep tonight."
"At least allow me to explain," Harry pleaded. "Are you scared, Malfoy?"
"Of course not," scoffed Malfoy.
"Then please allow me to come through."
Malfoy threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Harry stifled a grin and backed out of the Floo before enlarging it and stepping through into Malfoy's elegant townhouse. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but Malfoy cut him off.
"How dare you proclaim ownership of me?!"
"I...but-"
"I am not a thing, Potter, to be competed for and won."
"Yes, I know-"
"Do you know what might have happened if Petr had not willingly let me go?"
"No, what-"
"Vampires have been known to fight to the death over a potential mate, Potter!"
"Look, I'm sorry!" Harry exclaimed before Malfoy could resume berating him. "I know I said you were mine, but that's not entirely what I meant by that. I got caught up in the heat of the moment, okay? You were in danger from Tenneray, and once the danger had passed, I was-"
"It's not what you say but how you say it, Potter," Malfoy interrupted. "You can point at any donor and say, 'Mine', but when you do it with your fangs showing and your eyes glowing--"
"My eyes were glowing?!"
"....it carries implications," Malfoy finished.
Harry was not aware of this. "What sort of implications?" he asked.
Malfoy quartered away from him. "As I mentioned, it implies you are claiming a mate."
"As compared to a donor?"
"Yes."
Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, wincing at the lingering pain he felt. "Would you explain the difference?"
"A donor is someone who temporarily fulfills your need for blood," Malfoy replied. "A mate is a donor and a sexual partner."
"Like you and Pompinov," Harry stated flatly. He felt a renewed urge to rend the other vampire with his teeth.
"Something like that, yes," Malfoy said, voice soft and toneless.
Harry swallowed heavily as he prepared to say something he wasn't sure Malfoy wanted to hear. "What if I want to have that sort of relationship with you?"
Vampauror 7
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): UST
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Gift for jake67jake, for the beta work on one of my 2015 hd_owlpost gifts. She asked for more of Vampauror with a prompt of "That's not entirely what I meant by that."
♦ hp_creatures January prompt It's not what you say but how you say it
Summary: Harry puts his foot between his fangs and must apologize to Malfoy.
Harry reluctantly stopped kissing Malfoy and drew his head back. "Mine," he growled, displaying his fangs.
Malfoy's expression went from dazed to furious in an instant. He smacked Harry on the nose and pushed him away.
Just as quickly as Malfoy's mood had changed, so did Harry's. He went from hungry, sexual predator to wounded crup. His eyes were watering from the pain of being hit on the nose, and his face was flaming with embarrassment and regret. He hadn't meant to virtually attack Malfoy, especially not in front of so many witnesses.
Malfoy turned and drew his wand. He didn't even spare Harry a parting sneer before he Disapparated.
Harry groaned in dismay and rubbed at his stinging eyes.
Pompinov didn't help matters when he clapped Harry on the shoulder and grinned at him cheerily. "You must tread carefully with Draco," he admonished. "He is a proud one."
"You said he likes a challenge," Harry bleated in protest.
"He likes to be challenged, not be the challenge," Pompinov clarified. "You have treated him like a prize to be won, rather than a person to win over."
Harry's shoulders slumped. Much as he hated to admit it, Pompinov was right. "I reckon I should go and apologize."
"Perhaps you should give him some time to chill off first," suggested the other vampire.
Harry didn't bother to correct Pompinov's phrasing, nor did he plan to take this most recent bit of advice. Harry couldn't be certain that Pompinov wasn't planning to swoop in and comfort Malfoy while Harry was cooling his heels, waiting for the perfect time to apologize. No, he was going to confront Malfoy tonight.
Now.
~V~
Harry Apparated home and knelt in front of his Floo. He tossed in a pinch of powder, called out Malfoy's address, and stuck his head through. "Malfoy?"
The object of his desire strode into view, planted his hands on his hips, and glared. "Don't you have some Auroring to do, Potter?"
"Yes, but I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier."
"Fine. You've apologized. That's spiffing. If you'll excuse me, I need to get some sleep tonight."
"At least allow me to explain," Harry pleaded. "Are you scared, Malfoy?"
"Of course not," scoffed Malfoy.
"Then please allow me to come through."
Malfoy threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Harry stifled a grin and backed out of the Floo before enlarging it and stepping through into Malfoy's elegant townhouse. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but Malfoy cut him off.
"How dare you proclaim ownership of me?!"
"I...but-"
"I am not a thing, Potter, to be competed for and won."
"Yes, I know-"
"Do you know what might have happened if Petr had not willingly let me go?"
"No, what-"
"Vampires have been known to fight to the death over a potential mate, Potter!"
"Look, I'm sorry!" Harry exclaimed before Malfoy could resume berating him. "I know I said you were mine, but that's not entirely what I meant by that. I got caught up in the heat of the moment, okay? You were in danger from Tenneray, and once the danger had passed, I was-"
"It's not what you say but how you say it, Potter," Malfoy interrupted. "You can point at any donor and say, 'Mine', but when you do it with your fangs showing and your eyes glowing--"
"My eyes were glowing?!"
"....it carries implications," Malfoy finished.
Harry was not aware of this. "What sort of implications?" he asked.
Malfoy quartered away from him. "As I mentioned, it implies you are claiming a mate."
"As compared to a donor?"
"Yes."
Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, wincing at the lingering pain he felt. "Would you explain the difference?"
"A donor is someone who temporarily fulfills your need for blood," Malfoy replied. "A mate is a donor and a sexual partner."
"Like you and Pompinov," Harry stated flatly. He felt a renewed urge to rend the other vampire with his teeth.
"Something like that, yes," Malfoy said, voice soft and toneless.
Harry swallowed heavily as he prepared to say something he wasn't sure Malfoy wanted to hear. "What if I want to have that sort of relationship with you?"
Vampauror 7