Vampauror 7
Title: Vampauror 7
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Word Count: 880
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:
♦ Birthday gift for decynthus, who asked for more of Vampauror.
♦ hp_creatures June prompt sleep
Summary: Harry resolves to play the long game.
Harry held his breath, waiting for Malfoy's response to his loaded question.
Malfoy's chin jutted out stubbornly. "What if I don't wish to have that sort of relationship with you?" he countered.
Harry took a moment to digest that. He'd already trampled over Malfoy's wishes once this evening, and he didn't dare do so again. Finally, he replied with, "I would request the opportunity to change your mind."
Malfoy exhaled heavily and swiped a hand through his hair. "Unlike you, I do need to get some sleep tonight," he said. "Please leave."
Disappointed, Harry could only nod and turn back to the Floo. He glanced over his shoulder. "Thank you for your assistance tonight," he said. "We may not have captured Tenneray so easily, were it not for your help." As Harry disappeared in a flash of green, he thought he saw surprise on Malfoy's face.
Once back home, Harry began to pace. Each time he thought of the kiss he'd shared with Malfoy, a strange sort of tingling sensation raced through his veins. It electrified him, and he could not keep still. He wanted Malfoy so badly he ached, but he knew better than to push him. Harry tormented himself with thoughts of Pompinov arriving at Malfoy's home to comfort him. His lips drew back, baring his fangs at nothing.
Harry reined his temper in with effort. He couldn't go to Malfoy's to check up on him, but there was nothing stopping him from visiting Pompinov. If the other vampire was in his hotel, then Harry could relax. If he couldn't find Pompinov, however...
Harry took a moment to calm himself, then drew his wand and Disapparated.
~V~
"Auror Potter, how nice to see you again."
Harry was so astonished to see that Pompinov was, indeed, in his hotel room, that he could only stand in the corridor, struck dumb.
"Where are my manners?" tutted Pompinov. "Won't you please come in?" he invited, stepping back and gesturing for Harry to enter.
Harry stepped inside, his Auror training taking over as he scanned the room for potential threats.
"I had thought you would be at your Ministry," said Pompinov. "Or, perhaps with Draco. It did not go so well, I take it?"
A growl sounded in Harry's throat. Abashed at his own behavior, he scrubbed both hands down his face. "My apologies," he said. "My reactions surprise even me sometimes."
"You are but a fledgling," Pompinov said. "No one expects you to have complete control yet. It is worse where Draco is concerned, yes?"
Harry reluctantly nodded. "I can't stop thinking about him, and I want to kill anyone who looks at him," he admitted. He fixed a glum glare on Pompinov. "I want to tear you apart, simply for your past relationship with him."
Pompinov surprised him by laughing. "Oh, Potter," he chortled. "I should have sensed it sooner."
"Sensed what?"
"Draco is most certainly your mate, although he has yet to acknowledge it, and you have yet to claim him," Pompinov replied. "It is the only thing that can explain your feelings where he is concerned."
Harry began to pace again. "What do I do?" he asked. He wished he could ask anyone else except Pompinov, but his options were limited.
Pompinov declined to answer, in favor of pouring two glasses of Scotch from the wet bar. He took a drink and smiled at Harry over the rim of his glass. "Since it appears that your claiming of Draco as a mate is inevitable, I would suggest you take the time to make sure he is as eager for it as you are."
Harry groaned and took a large gulp of Scotch. He didn't want to take his time; he wanted to rush over to Malfoy's, kiss and caress him into submission, then slake his lust and his thirst on Malfoy's delectable body and blood. However, Harry knew that Malfoy was proud and stubborn. If he had to woo him like a Victorian virgin, then that is what he would do.
Harry took another, smaller sip of his drink and eyed Pompinov with suspicion. "Why are you being so helpful?"
Pompinov smiled at him again. "I am very fond of Draco," he replied. "It may not have worked out between us, but I want only for him to be happy. I also find that I like you, Auror Potter. I think you will be good for Draco, and he for you."
He seemed sincere enough, and Harry finished his drink and set the glass aside. "Thank you," he said. "For...well, for everything, I reckon. When are you leaving?"
Pompinov threw his head back and laughed. "Ah, Auror Potter, how you do amuse me. I will check in with your Ministry once more, and if they need nothing further from me, I shall return to my home tomorrow. Or, later today, as it were."
Harry nodded and walked to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob. "Thank you," he said again, before letting himself out and drawing his wand. He Apparated back home and flopped onto his sofa. The house was dark, but Harry's enhanced night vision meant he needed no artificial illumination to see by.
He had a lot to think about, and a seduction to plan.
Vampauror 8
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, omc
Word Count: 880
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:
♦ Birthday gift for decynthus, who asked for more of Vampauror.
♦ hp_creatures June prompt sleep
Summary: Harry resolves to play the long game.
Harry held his breath, waiting for Malfoy's response to his loaded question.
Malfoy's chin jutted out stubbornly. "What if I don't wish to have that sort of relationship with you?" he countered.
Harry took a moment to digest that. He'd already trampled over Malfoy's wishes once this evening, and he didn't dare do so again. Finally, he replied with, "I would request the opportunity to change your mind."
Malfoy exhaled heavily and swiped a hand through his hair. "Unlike you, I do need to get some sleep tonight," he said. "Please leave."
Disappointed, Harry could only nod and turn back to the Floo. He glanced over his shoulder. "Thank you for your assistance tonight," he said. "We may not have captured Tenneray so easily, were it not for your help." As Harry disappeared in a flash of green, he thought he saw surprise on Malfoy's face.
Once back home, Harry began to pace. Each time he thought of the kiss he'd shared with Malfoy, a strange sort of tingling sensation raced through his veins. It electrified him, and he could not keep still. He wanted Malfoy so badly he ached, but he knew better than to push him. Harry tormented himself with thoughts of Pompinov arriving at Malfoy's home to comfort him. His lips drew back, baring his fangs at nothing.
Harry reined his temper in with effort. He couldn't go to Malfoy's to check up on him, but there was nothing stopping him from visiting Pompinov. If the other vampire was in his hotel, then Harry could relax. If he couldn't find Pompinov, however...
Harry took a moment to calm himself, then drew his wand and Disapparated.
~V~
"Auror Potter, how nice to see you again."
Harry was so astonished to see that Pompinov was, indeed, in his hotel room, that he could only stand in the corridor, struck dumb.
"Where are my manners?" tutted Pompinov. "Won't you please come in?" he invited, stepping back and gesturing for Harry to enter.
Harry stepped inside, his Auror training taking over as he scanned the room for potential threats.
"I had thought you would be at your Ministry," said Pompinov. "Or, perhaps with Draco. It did not go so well, I take it?"
A growl sounded in Harry's throat. Abashed at his own behavior, he scrubbed both hands down his face. "My apologies," he said. "My reactions surprise even me sometimes."
"You are but a fledgling," Pompinov said. "No one expects you to have complete control yet. It is worse where Draco is concerned, yes?"
Harry reluctantly nodded. "I can't stop thinking about him, and I want to kill anyone who looks at him," he admitted. He fixed a glum glare on Pompinov. "I want to tear you apart, simply for your past relationship with him."
Pompinov surprised him by laughing. "Oh, Potter," he chortled. "I should have sensed it sooner."
"Sensed what?"
"Draco is most certainly your mate, although he has yet to acknowledge it, and you have yet to claim him," Pompinov replied. "It is the only thing that can explain your feelings where he is concerned."
Harry began to pace again. "What do I do?" he asked. He wished he could ask anyone else except Pompinov, but his options were limited.
Pompinov declined to answer, in favor of pouring two glasses of Scotch from the wet bar. He took a drink and smiled at Harry over the rim of his glass. "Since it appears that your claiming of Draco as a mate is inevitable, I would suggest you take the time to make sure he is as eager for it as you are."
Harry groaned and took a large gulp of Scotch. He didn't want to take his time; he wanted to rush over to Malfoy's, kiss and caress him into submission, then slake his lust and his thirst on Malfoy's delectable body and blood. However, Harry knew that Malfoy was proud and stubborn. If he had to woo him like a Victorian virgin, then that is what he would do.
Harry took another, smaller sip of his drink and eyed Pompinov with suspicion. "Why are you being so helpful?"
Pompinov smiled at him again. "I am very fond of Draco," he replied. "It may not have worked out between us, but I want only for him to be happy. I also find that I like you, Auror Potter. I think you will be good for Draco, and he for you."
He seemed sincere enough, and Harry finished his drink and set the glass aside. "Thank you," he said. "For...well, for everything, I reckon. When are you leaving?"
Pompinov threw his head back and laughed. "Ah, Auror Potter, how you do amuse me. I will check in with your Ministry once more, and if they need nothing further from me, I shall return to my home tomorrow. Or, later today, as it were."
Harry nodded and walked to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob. "Thank you," he said again, before letting himself out and drawing his wand. He Apparated back home and flopped onto his sofa. The house was dark, but Harry's enhanced night vision meant he needed no artificial illumination to see by.
He had a lot to think about, and a seduction to plan.
Vampauror 8