Vampauror 8
Title: Vampauror 8
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dawlish
Word Count: 830
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 fantasyfiend09, who asked for more of Vampauror.
Summary: Vampauroring just took an interesting turn.
It was early evening, the following day, when Harry placed a Floo call to Malfoy. As he waited for a response, Harry fidgeted with the box of Honeydukes' chocolates he held. He was tempted to eat one, just to calm his nerves, but that would defeat the purpose.
"Potter?"
Harry mustered a smile for Malfoy, hoping his fangs weren't displayed too prominently. "May I come through?"
Malfoy hesitated long enough to make Harry sweat. "Yeah, alright," he replied finally, taking a step back.
Harry noted the lack of enthusiasm from Malfoy, but he refused to be discouraged by his lackluster response. He stood, enlarged his fireplace, and tossed down some powder, calling out Malfoy's address. Harry stepped into Malfoy's parlor and extended the box of sweets.
"For you," he said gallantly.
"What is this for?" Malfoy asked, even as he accepted the offering.
"To thank you, again, for assisting in the capture of Tenneray," replied Harry. "We couldn't have done it without you, and the fact that you placed yourself in danger did not go unnoticed."
Malfoy's cheeks pinked, and he ducked his head and shrugged. "You would have done the same."
"Yes, but I'm an Auror, and-"
"Vampauror."
"...it's my job, so...did you just call me a Vampauror?"
Malfoy snickered. "It suits you, don't you think?"
Harry grinned and rolled his eyes. Malfoy had coined the term shortly after Harry was turned, and if it amused him to use it, Harry would not dissuade him.
"Yeah, I reckon," Harry said. Reluctantly, he turned to go. Malfoy hadn't invited him to stay, and Harry wouldn't push him, even if not doing so was slowly killing him.
"Would you like one of these chocolates before you leave?"
Harry turned back. "Sorry?" he asked, sure he couldn't have heard correctly.
"Would you like a chocolate?" Malfoy repeated. He opened the box and held it out. "If you don't eat one, I may think you poisoned them."
"Don't be daft," Harry said with a frown. He reached for a chocolate.
"Not that one! Those are my favorite!"
Harry paused, fingers hovering over his selection.
Malfoy laughed at him.
"You plonker," growled Harry. "Just for that, I should lick every one in the box." Nevertheless, he chose a different chocolate and popped it in his mouth. The rich, decadent flavor burst over his tongue, and Harry closed his eyes and moaned in delight. When he opened his eyes, he saw Malfoy watching him, gaze hot and hungry.
A possessive growl threatened to spill from Harry's throat, but he tamped it down with an effort. He dropped his eyes, lest Malfoy see how hot and hungry his own gaze had grown. Harry ruffled the hair at the back of his head and shuffled his feet. "Erm, thank...thanks again. For your help with Tenneray," he stammered. "I should get going. I need to go to the Ministry."
Harry pivoted on his heel and fled back through the Floo.
~V~
Harry sat at his desk in the Ministry, trying to concentrate on the report he was meant to be filling out in regards to Tenneray's arrest. This was the worst part of his job, as far as Harry was concerned. He much preferred to be out, in the middle of the action. Paperwork was deadly dull and boring.
Harry was saved from Death by Boredom when a message fluttered onto his desk. It was from Dawlish, instructing Harry to meet him in his office. Harry was surprised by that; he didn't think the Head Auror was at the Ministry so late. He set the report aside, rose and stretched, then went to meet with his boss.
Once he reached Dawlish's office, Harry rapped on the door.
"Enter!" Dawlish growled from inside.
Harry reacted to the gruffness in Dawlish's voice with a low growl of his own. By the time he stepped inside, he'd regained control. Harry had to remind himself that, even though he was a predator now, he didn't need to fight with anything, or anyone else that sounded like a predator, too.
"Have a seat, Potter," said Dawlish, waving to the chair in front of his desk. He had yet to look up from whatever he was reading.
Harry took that as a good sign. If his boss was not afraid of him, it meant that Dawlish was confident that Harry was in full control of himself.
Dawlish dropped his quill, sat back, and turned his attention to Harry. "There is a situation in France," he said, without preamble.
"In France, sir?"
"Yes," said Dawlish. "Seems they have a rogue vampire of their own to deal with."
Harry waited for his boss to continue.
"Since we just successfully dealt with a rogue here, the French Ministry has asked for our help," said Dawlish. "I'm going to send you, two other Aurors of your choosing, and the consultant you worked with on the Tenneray case."
"Pompinov?" asked Harry, stifling a sigh.
"No, not Pompinov," Dawlish replied. "Malfoy."
Vampauror 8.5
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Dawlish
Word Count: 830
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 fantasyfiend09, who asked for more of Vampauror.
Summary: Vampauroring just took an interesting turn.
It was early evening, the following day, when Harry placed a Floo call to Malfoy. As he waited for a response, Harry fidgeted with the box of Honeydukes' chocolates he held. He was tempted to eat one, just to calm his nerves, but that would defeat the purpose.
"Potter?"
Harry mustered a smile for Malfoy, hoping his fangs weren't displayed too prominently. "May I come through?"
Malfoy hesitated long enough to make Harry sweat. "Yeah, alright," he replied finally, taking a step back.
Harry noted the lack of enthusiasm from Malfoy, but he refused to be discouraged by his lackluster response. He stood, enlarged his fireplace, and tossed down some powder, calling out Malfoy's address. Harry stepped into Malfoy's parlor and extended the box of sweets.
"For you," he said gallantly.
"What is this for?" Malfoy asked, even as he accepted the offering.
"To thank you, again, for assisting in the capture of Tenneray," replied Harry. "We couldn't have done it without you, and the fact that you placed yourself in danger did not go unnoticed."
Malfoy's cheeks pinked, and he ducked his head and shrugged. "You would have done the same."
"Yes, but I'm an Auror, and-"
"Vampauror."
"...it's my job, so...did you just call me a Vampauror?"
Malfoy snickered. "It suits you, don't you think?"
Harry grinned and rolled his eyes. Malfoy had coined the term shortly after Harry was turned, and if it amused him to use it, Harry would not dissuade him.
"Yeah, I reckon," Harry said. Reluctantly, he turned to go. Malfoy hadn't invited him to stay, and Harry wouldn't push him, even if not doing so was slowly killing him.
"Would you like one of these chocolates before you leave?"
Harry turned back. "Sorry?" he asked, sure he couldn't have heard correctly.
"Would you like a chocolate?" Malfoy repeated. He opened the box and held it out. "If you don't eat one, I may think you poisoned them."
"Don't be daft," Harry said with a frown. He reached for a chocolate.
"Not that one! Those are my favorite!"
Harry paused, fingers hovering over his selection.
Malfoy laughed at him.
"You plonker," growled Harry. "Just for that, I should lick every one in the box." Nevertheless, he chose a different chocolate and popped it in his mouth. The rich, decadent flavor burst over his tongue, and Harry closed his eyes and moaned in delight. When he opened his eyes, he saw Malfoy watching him, gaze hot and hungry.
A possessive growl threatened to spill from Harry's throat, but he tamped it down with an effort. He dropped his eyes, lest Malfoy see how hot and hungry his own gaze had grown. Harry ruffled the hair at the back of his head and shuffled his feet. "Erm, thank...thanks again. For your help with Tenneray," he stammered. "I should get going. I need to go to the Ministry."
Harry pivoted on his heel and fled back through the Floo.
~V~
Harry sat at his desk in the Ministry, trying to concentrate on the report he was meant to be filling out in regards to Tenneray's arrest. This was the worst part of his job, as far as Harry was concerned. He much preferred to be out, in the middle of the action. Paperwork was deadly dull and boring.
Harry was saved from Death by Boredom when a message fluttered onto his desk. It was from Dawlish, instructing Harry to meet him in his office. Harry was surprised by that; he didn't think the Head Auror was at the Ministry so late. He set the report aside, rose and stretched, then went to meet with his boss.
Once he reached Dawlish's office, Harry rapped on the door.
"Enter!" Dawlish growled from inside.
Harry reacted to the gruffness in Dawlish's voice with a low growl of his own. By the time he stepped inside, he'd regained control. Harry had to remind himself that, even though he was a predator now, he didn't need to fight with anything, or anyone else that sounded like a predator, too.
"Have a seat, Potter," said Dawlish, waving to the chair in front of his desk. He had yet to look up from whatever he was reading.
Harry took that as a good sign. If his boss was not afraid of him, it meant that Dawlish was confident that Harry was in full control of himself.
Dawlish dropped his quill, sat back, and turned his attention to Harry. "There is a situation in France," he said, without preamble.
"In France, sir?"
"Yes," said Dawlish. "Seems they have a rogue vampire of their own to deal with."
Harry waited for his boss to continue.
"Since we just successfully dealt with a rogue here, the French Ministry has asked for our help," said Dawlish. "I'm going to send you, two other Aurors of your choosing, and the consultant you worked with on the Tenneray case."
"Pompinov?" asked Harry, stifling a sigh.
"No, not Pompinov," Dawlish replied. "Malfoy."
Vampauror 8.5