Vampauror 11
Title: Vampauror 11
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ocs
Word Count: 1055
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 twistedm, who requested vampire!Harry
Summary: Even a vampire can be a savior.
"Is that an invitation?"
"N-no," Malfoy denied. His breathy voice sounded unsure.
Harry didn't push. He settled for swiping his tongue over the soft skin on the underside of Malfoy's wrist again. Harry angled his head and nicked Malfoy's wrist with the tip of one fang. Malfoy caught his breath, while Harry moaned in delight as the first taste of blood touched his tongue. The urge to devour Malfoy was like a punch to Harry's gut, and he had to force himself to settle for slow, delicate laps of blood.
Harry inched closer, grateful when Malfoy made no protest. Harry leaned his weight against Malfoy, intent on getting him horizontal on the sofa. This time, Malfoy pushed back.
"Enough," he said.
Harry released him and retreated with a soft snarl of disappointment. He raked a hand through his hair before flinging himself off the sofa and striding towards the windows overlooking Paris. He took a moment to calm himself before heading for the door of their suite.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"You shouldn't go alone. What if-"
"Not only am I a seasoned Auror and a vampire, I am also Harry fucking Potter. I daresay I can take care of myself." With that, Harry wrenched the door open and fled, intent on losing himself in the darkness of the city.
~*~
As Harry skulked along in shadow, under the cover of both darkness and magic, he realized how easy it would be for a vampire to stalk its prey here. Muggles strolled on by, blissfully unaware of the predator in their midst.
Harry cast his senses outward. Since he was out here, he may as well see if he could discover any other vampires in the vicinity. If so, the case might be resolved without Malfoy ever having to be involved.
The scent of blood drew Harry across the street and into a darkened alley. He strengthened his Notice-Me-Not charm and stepped into the shadowed passage. He paused when he heard a low growl and a hiss. Harry drew his wand and proceeded slowly. His eyes were at head-height, which is why he almost missed seeing the mangy cur until he nearly stepped on it. The dog's growl deepened. Harry sniffed and looked more closely, but the only blood he saw was on the dog's muzzle.
Opening his senses, his attention was drawn to the small cat hiding in the refuse of the alley. It was the cat's blood he smelled. Harry's lips thinned, and he hit the dog with a minor stinging hex. It yelped and bolted from the alley. Harry holstered his wand and crouched down to get a better look at the cat. It hissed again, then loosed a plaintive meow.
Harry coaxed the terrified cat out, wincing at the sight of its wounds. "Let's get you to a veterinarian," he said.
~*~
By the time Harry returned to the hotel it was morning and he had a raging headache. It was the wrong time for Malfoy to verbally attack him.
"Where in the bloody hell have you been?! I had to send Clarke and Thomas on ahead to meet with the French contingent because you-"
"Shut your gob," snarled Harry, pushing past Malfoy and heading towards his room.
Malfoy stomped after him. "Is that blood on your hands? Merlin, Potter, what have you been up to?"
Harry went straight to his en suite bathroom and began undressing. "I was out murdering unfortunate Parisians, what else?" he snapped.
When Malfoy simply stood in the doorway, gaping at him, Harry's temper frayed even more. "Unless you plan to join me in the shower, get out." He didn't even react when the door slammed in his face.
~*~
Harry was sleeping deeply when he was rudely roused from slumber.
"Potter, get up. We need to get ready for tonight's mission."
Harry grumbled and dragged the blankets over his head. His eyes popped open and he sat bolt upright, startling Malfoy in the doorway. "Blanche!"
Malfoy took a hesitant step back. "Have you gone mad?"
Harry fairly leapt out of bed. "I need to check on Blanche." He reached for his jeans, halting when he noticed that Malfoy's eyes were locked below his waist, where Harry's anatomy was clearly outlined by his snug-fitting pants.
"My eyes are up here, Malfoy."
Gray eyes lifted to meet Harry's. Malfoy gave his head a slight shake and adopted a stern expression. "Who is Blanche?"
"The cat I rescued last night," Harry replied as he stepped into his jeans. He zipped up and grabbed a clean shirt. "I need to call the veterinarian's office to see how she is."
"You...rescued a cat last night?" asked Malfoy. "That's why you were gone so long?"
Harry cut him an exasperated look. "What did you think I was doing?"
"Murdering unfortunate Parisians."
"I believe I have a handle on my murderous tendencies, Malfoy."
"That's all well and good, but we need to isolate and apprehend the vampire who does not seem to have a handle on his or her murderous tendencies. We're meeting in the conference room in fifteen minutes."
~*~
Harry was not best pleased with the plan that had been hammered out between the British and French contingent of Aurors. Both Malfoy and Marchand would be used as bait, while members of their respective teams would be undercover nearby to keep watch. In a best-case scenario, the Aurors would be able to make an arrest tonight. Worst-case scenario would be losing one of their team or another hapless civilian. It was the worst-case prospect that had Harry worried.
The logical part of his brain was well aware that Malfoy and Marchand could take care of themselves, but Harry couldn't help but be concerned for Malfoy's safety. Nevertheless, he kept his mouth shut, vowing only to himself to ensure that Malfoy was unharmed.
At least Harry didn't need to worry about Blanche. The veterinarian said she was recovering well from the injuries inflicted on her by the stray dog. That was one less thing on Harry's mind.
It was dusk when he and Malfoy returned to their suite to make their final preparations for the evening hunt. Just as they were about to head out to meet the others, Harry caught Malfoy at the door and pressed a frantic, longing kiss on him.
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ocs
Word Count: 1055
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 twistedm, who requested vampire!Harry
Summary: Even a vampire can be a savior.
"Is that an invitation?"
"N-no," Malfoy denied. His breathy voice sounded unsure.
Harry didn't push. He settled for swiping his tongue over the soft skin on the underside of Malfoy's wrist again. Harry angled his head and nicked Malfoy's wrist with the tip of one fang. Malfoy caught his breath, while Harry moaned in delight as the first taste of blood touched his tongue. The urge to devour Malfoy was like a punch to Harry's gut, and he had to force himself to settle for slow, delicate laps of blood.
Harry inched closer, grateful when Malfoy made no protest. Harry leaned his weight against Malfoy, intent on getting him horizontal on the sofa. This time, Malfoy pushed back.
"Enough," he said.
Harry released him and retreated with a soft snarl of disappointment. He raked a hand through his hair before flinging himself off the sofa and striding towards the windows overlooking Paris. He took a moment to calm himself before heading for the door of their suite.
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"You shouldn't go alone. What if-"
"Not only am I a seasoned Auror and a vampire, I am also Harry fucking Potter. I daresay I can take care of myself." With that, Harry wrenched the door open and fled, intent on losing himself in the darkness of the city.
~*~
As Harry skulked along in shadow, under the cover of both darkness and magic, he realized how easy it would be for a vampire to stalk its prey here. Muggles strolled on by, blissfully unaware of the predator in their midst.
Harry cast his senses outward. Since he was out here, he may as well see if he could discover any other vampires in the vicinity. If so, the case might be resolved without Malfoy ever having to be involved.
The scent of blood drew Harry across the street and into a darkened alley. He strengthened his Notice-Me-Not charm and stepped into the shadowed passage. He paused when he heard a low growl and a hiss. Harry drew his wand and proceeded slowly. His eyes were at head-height, which is why he almost missed seeing the mangy cur until he nearly stepped on it. The dog's growl deepened. Harry sniffed and looked more closely, but the only blood he saw was on the dog's muzzle.
Opening his senses, his attention was drawn to the small cat hiding in the refuse of the alley. It was the cat's blood he smelled. Harry's lips thinned, and he hit the dog with a minor stinging hex. It yelped and bolted from the alley. Harry holstered his wand and crouched down to get a better look at the cat. It hissed again, then loosed a plaintive meow.
Harry coaxed the terrified cat out, wincing at the sight of its wounds. "Let's get you to a veterinarian," he said.
~*~
By the time Harry returned to the hotel it was morning and he had a raging headache. It was the wrong time for Malfoy to verbally attack him.
"Where in the bloody hell have you been?! I had to send Clarke and Thomas on ahead to meet with the French contingent because you-"
"Shut your gob," snarled Harry, pushing past Malfoy and heading towards his room.
Malfoy stomped after him. "Is that blood on your hands? Merlin, Potter, what have you been up to?"
Harry went straight to his en suite bathroom and began undressing. "I was out murdering unfortunate Parisians, what else?" he snapped.
When Malfoy simply stood in the doorway, gaping at him, Harry's temper frayed even more. "Unless you plan to join me in the shower, get out." He didn't even react when the door slammed in his face.
~*~
Harry was sleeping deeply when he was rudely roused from slumber.
"Potter, get up. We need to get ready for tonight's mission."
Harry grumbled and dragged the blankets over his head. His eyes popped open and he sat bolt upright, startling Malfoy in the doorway. "Blanche!"
Malfoy took a hesitant step back. "Have you gone mad?"
Harry fairly leapt out of bed. "I need to check on Blanche." He reached for his jeans, halting when he noticed that Malfoy's eyes were locked below his waist, where Harry's anatomy was clearly outlined by his snug-fitting pants.
"My eyes are up here, Malfoy."
Gray eyes lifted to meet Harry's. Malfoy gave his head a slight shake and adopted a stern expression. "Who is Blanche?"
"The cat I rescued last night," Harry replied as he stepped into his jeans. He zipped up and grabbed a clean shirt. "I need to call the veterinarian's office to see how she is."
"You...rescued a cat last night?" asked Malfoy. "That's why you were gone so long?"
Harry cut him an exasperated look. "What did you think I was doing?"
"Murdering unfortunate Parisians."
"I believe I have a handle on my murderous tendencies, Malfoy."
"That's all well and good, but we need to isolate and apprehend the vampire who does not seem to have a handle on his or her murderous tendencies. We're meeting in the conference room in fifteen minutes."
~*~
Harry was not best pleased with the plan that had been hammered out between the British and French contingent of Aurors. Both Malfoy and Marchand would be used as bait, while members of their respective teams would be undercover nearby to keep watch. In a best-case scenario, the Aurors would be able to make an arrest tonight. Worst-case scenario would be losing one of their team or another hapless civilian. It was the worst-case prospect that had Harry worried.
The logical part of his brain was well aware that Malfoy and Marchand could take care of themselves, but Harry couldn't help but be concerned for Malfoy's safety. Nevertheless, he kept his mouth shut, vowing only to himself to ensure that Malfoy was unharmed.
At least Harry didn't need to worry about Blanche. The veterinarian said she was recovering well from the injuries inflicted on her by the stray dog. That was one less thing on Harry's mind.
It was dusk when he and Malfoy returned to their suite to make their final preparations for the evening hunt. Just as they were about to head out to meet the others, Harry caught Malfoy at the door and pressed a frantic, longing kiss on him.