Blood Whore 21
Title: Blood Whore 21
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word count: 1130
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 smirkingcat, who requested an update to Blood Whore
Summary: Sex by starlight
The absolute last thing Draco wanted to do after being buggered to within an inch of his life was go out, but Potter would not be dissuaded. Draco rebelled in his own small way by taking an extra long shower. Once dressed, he emerged from the bedroom suite to find Potter in the lounge, holding the new dragon figurine that Draco had bought for himself.
"Are you ready?" asked Potter, setting the dragon back on the mantel.
Draco released a pent-up breath and nodded. He didn't know why he continued to assume Potter would smash the dragon figurine; the vampire had no reason to. Draco had to admit that, in spite of the fact that Potter had coerced him into this pseudo-relationship, he had never been cruel to Draco.
"Let's go," said Potter, approaching Draco and wrapping a hand around his upper arm. Draco tensed, unsure where Potter meant to take him. He felt a sudden dizzying sensation, similar to Apparition but not quite as jarring. As soon as they arrived at their destination and Draco got his bearings, he gaped in astonishment.
"The Astronomy Tower?!"
"It's a perfect night to gaze at the stars."
Draco couldn't get over his shock. "But, but we can't just Apparate into Hogwarts!"
Potter smirked at him, revealing the tips of his fangs. "We didn't Apparate. We translocated."
Recognizing it would be futile to argue the subtleties, Draco closed his mouth and moved to the stone wall, as far from where Dumbledore had fallen to his death as he could get. He looked up at the sky. It truly was a fantastic night for stargazing. There were only thin wisps of clouds, which did little to obscure the stars that winked overhead. The moon, although not yet full, was waxing and bright.
Eventually Potter joined him at the stone wall. He was near enough that Draco could feel the warmth of Potter's body, yet they weren't touching anywhere. They stared at the sky in thoughtful silence. Draco mentally named the constellations he could see. This excursion was bringing back memories--pleasant ones of standing on the Manor grounds as a child while his father pointed out the constellation Draco was named for, as well as memories from his years at Hogwarts.
Potter shifted closer until their arms brushed. "This brings back memories, yeah?"
Pulled from his reverie, Draco could only nod.
"This was always one of my favorite places," mused Potter. "It still is, I reckon."
Draco was surprised by the revelation. "Even after...?" His voice trailed off.
"Even so," Potter answered. "He knew he was dying, and it seemed he went on his own terms. In retrospect, I feel more sorry for Snape."
If Draco was surprised before, he was utterly gobsmacked now. "You loathed Severus!"
"It's true I never liked him, but I understood him."
Draco returned his attention to the sky. A shooting star streaked through his field of vision, delighting him before it burned itself out.
"Did you make a wish?" Potter murmured, his breath stirring Draco's hair.
Draco shivered in response. "I wished you would leave me alone."
Potter chuckled. "That's unfortunate. My wish was to shag you right here, in the moonlight."
Another thrill coursed through Draco, raising chill bumps on his skin. "I hope you don't think your wish supersedes mine."
"Your wish was half-hearted at best, admit it," said Potter, wrapping his arm around Draco's waist and stroking his stomach.
Draco opened his mouth, intending to refute the vampire's assertion, but all that emerged was a shaky moan. He caught his breath when he felt Potter pop the button on his trousers and lower the zip. Potter moved to stand directly behind Draco. He slid his fingers inside the waistband of Draco's pants and pushed his trousers and pants down his thighs. A tremor raced through Draco, brought on by the cool air on his naked flesh and the knowledge that he was about to have sex on the Astronomy Tower.
"We can't have sex on the Astronomy Tower," Draco insisted.
"Why not?" Potter's question was followed by the sound of his zip lowering.
"The...the students..."
"They're all in bed, or else they should be," said Potter. "If any of them comes sneaking up here, I imagine they'll get quite the show." He didn't wait for Draco to respond before crowding up behind him and palming Draco's arse cheeks.
Draco drew in a breath when he felt the first prod of Potter's cock. He released it on a low groan when Potter pushed forward and in. Draco's fingers tightened on the weathered stones, much as Potter's fingers tightened on his hips. Once Potter had fully penetrated him, he drew back and thrust in again, making Draco cry out. Draco clenched his jaw, determined to remain quiet. Had Potter cast a Silencing charm? Most likely not.
In spite of Draco's protests and attempts at propriety, he couldn't deny that there was something inherently freeing about engaging in such carnality outdoors like this. Even the slim chance that they could be caught only served to enhance the encounter. In moments, Draco was pushing back, meeting Potter's thrusts as he became a willing participant in the debauchery.
Draco tried to spread his legs wider apart, only to be thwarted by the clothing around his thighs. He snarled in frustration and settled for wrapping a hand around his aching cock. He began wanking in jerky motions, mindful of the rough stones in front of him.
Potter licked a hot, wet stripe up the side of Draco's neck before piercing the tender flesh with his fangs. Draco's rapturous cry echoed from the top of the tower. His prick jerked in his hand and painted the wall before him with white stripes. When it was over, he slumped forward, afraid his trembling arms wouldn't support him as Potter continued pounding into him from behind. Fortunately, Potter peaked just a moment later, pulsing inside of Draco. He withdrew his fangs and lapped delicately at the blood that trickled from the punctures in Draco's neck.
Potter uncoupled them and stepped back. Draco felt a tingle of refreshing magic, and he stood up straight, wincing as he did so. He dragged his pants and trousers up and closed his flies with shaking fingers. By the time Draco turned around, Potter had also put his clothing to rights. Draco was too wrung out to take umbrage with Potter's smug expression.
"We should probably leave before Minerva comes up here to investigate," said Potter.
Draco snorted. "Are you still frightened of her?"
"Yeah, I am," Potter admitted with a crooked grin. "Don't try to tell me you aren't."
Draco took the initiative to step close and grab onto Potter's arm. "Let's get out of here."
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