The Enemy Of My Enemy Chapter 13
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed. I still don't own Harry Potter.
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As Harry began to stir sluggishly into wakefulness he snuggled deeper into the soft covers. He felt safe and warm, and the sense of Innadrue's presence was strong in his mind. In his half asleep state he couldn't remember how he had gotten there but he was far too comfy to try and remember. Turning over, Harry felt Innadrue in the bed next to him and moved closer, laying his head on his shoulder and pressing his morning wood against his thigh.
“Morning you.” Harry said sleepily, grinding his groin into the leg with a low pleased sound.
“Er... Harry? What are you doing?” Ron asked in a worried voice.
“RON?!” Harry yelled, opening his eyes and snapping awake.
“Er, yeah?” Ron replied, looking incredibly uncomfortable.
“Why am I in bed with you?!”
“Dumbledore asked me to stay and make sure you were okay. Er... glad your feeling better mate.” Ron mumbled, not looking a Harry. “Um... could you maybe, you know, stop... cuddling me? Please?”
“What? Oh God! Sorry! Sorry!” Harry exclaimed, moving rapidly to the other side of the bed. “Sorry, I was, er, dreaming I guess.” He went on turning red.
“Don't worry about it mate, in fact lets just pretend it never happen. So let's not talk about it. Ever.” Ron said awkwardly.
“Um, yeah. That sounds like a very good plan. And I won't but... why are we in bed together again?” Harry asked.
“You don't remember? We were attacked on the way back to Hogwarts, you were... hurt, mate. Badly hurt.” As Ron spoke the images of the night before flashed into Harry's mind.
“Hermione! Is she alright?!” Harry asked frantically.
“She's fine! Calm down, she's fine Harry. Innadrue arrived in time to stop the giant - neither of us were hurt. Just you, you took that curse that Macnair shot at Hermione in the back. I think you saved her life mate.” Ron said, voice thick with emotion. “We both thought you were going to die Harry, you nearly did.”
Running a hand over his back and feeling no marks, Harry frowned.
“I remember the pain and blacking out - but it can't have been that bad. I feel fine now, great in fact.”
“Well, Innadrue saved you. He... gave you some of his blood.” Ron explained.
“His blood....” Harry whispered, “But I'm not, you know, a vampire or anything now am I?” He asked sound a little panicked.
Ron smiled for the first time since Harry had woken up.
“Don't worry mate, you're not a blood sucker. Dumbledore said there would be a few side effects for awhile but nothing to worry about. He said to tell you he'd be back later to explain everything properly.”
Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief.
“Good. That's very good. Being a vampire doesn't sound like fun to me.” Harry said earnestly.
“Oh, I don't know - I rather enjoy it, but then, to each his own I suppose.” Innadrue said, making them both jump.
He stood in the doorway in his wool robe, hood down and hair falling around his shoulders. He was smiling warmly at Harry.
“Innadrue,” Harry said, smiling back at him “you saved me. Thank you.”
Innadrue grinned cheekily.
“Think nothing of it my dear boy. Just try extra hard in class or something.”
Besides, I can think of all kinds of interesting ways you can say thank you. Innadrue said simultaneously in Harry's mind.
“Oh I think I can manage that.” Harry replied, grinning back.
“Mr. Weasley, what fetching pyjamas. Perhaps you should get dressed and go and inform Miss. Granger that our patient is awake?” Innadrue suggested.
“But Professor Dumbledore said to stay with Harry.” Ron protested.
“Professor Dumbledore said to remain with Harry throughout the night - it is now morning, and he has quite clearly recovered. And I rather think Miss. Granger would want to know, don't you?” Innadrue said, waving Ron's concern aside.
“Well, I suppose.” Ron conceded.
Innadrue stood waiting with a raised eyebrow for Ron to move.
“Are you expecting me to dress you Mr. Weasley?” Innadrue asked innocently. “Because I have to say, I really don't think that would be terribly appropriate.”
“No! I'm waiting for you to leave - I'm not getting undressed in front of you.” Ron said through gritted teeth, turning scarlet.
“Why ever not? I can see through your clothes anyway.”
“What?! You can see through peoples clothes?!” Ron yelled, pulling the covers up higher around himself.
Innadrue gave him a look.
“No Mr Weasley. I was joking, I am a vampire - not a comic book character. I don't have X-ray vision.” Innadrue sighed. “I really don't understand these modern concepts of modesty. Anyway, I shall go and get some breakfast ready for you Harry. Show yourself out Mr Weasley.”
With that he swept from the room, leaving Ron to scramble into his clothes while muttering curses under his breath about 'bloody vampires'.
“I'll be back as quickly as I can.” Ron promised once he was dressed.
“Don't worry mate, I'll be fine.” Harry said with a laugh. “Go take a shower and have some breakfast first.” He gave Ron a grin. “I'd quite like a chance to eat in peace before Hermione starts mothering me.”
“You sure?” Ron said dubiously.
“Totally.”
“Well alright then, I'll be back in about an hour then.” Ron told him, pushing his pyjamas into his bag and heading to the door.
“Thanks Ron, I'll see you later.”
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Harry was sitting up in the bed, propped up with pillow with the covers pooled around his waist when Innadrue came back into the room. He was masterfully balancing a large tray on one hand, stacked with steaming coffee, fresh croissants, a jug of orange juice and a magnum of champagne.
“Champagne for breakfast?” Harry asked with a smile.
“I thought we should celebrate your recovery. And there's orange juice - so bucks fizz if you prefer. That hardly even counts as drinking.” Innadrue smiled back, putting the tray on a small bedside table.
Sitting on the edge of the bed Innadrue leaned in and cupped Harry's face.
“I came very close to losing you yesterday Harry. I should not have liked that. Not at all.” Innadrue whispered softly, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I don't think I'd have liked it too much either.” Harry whispered back, running a hand through Innadrue's hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
Moving his hands down Harry's chest, Innadrue returned the kiss. After a few moments Innadrue shrugged off his robe, pulled the covers aside and straddled Harry's lap. Leaning down to continue kissing, his hair cascaded over Harry head.
Moaning into Innadrue's mouth, Harry ran his hands over his back, down to his naked buttocks, feeling Innadrue's growing hardness pressing against his stomach. Harry himself was already painfully hard as Innadrue writhed on top of him.
With a groan of frustration Innadrue broke the kiss, and moved back.
“Harry, we really can't do this now. Even if Ron isn't back sooner than expected, I wouldn't be surprised if we have other visitors.” Innadrue said in a husky but disappointed voice.
“No, we have time.” Harry said eagerly, leaning forward to kiss across Innadrue's chest, sucking lightly on one nipple.
Innadrue half moaned, half laughed as he gently pushed Harry back.
“Believe me, I really wish that were true. But don't worry, I'll have you to myself all day. I promise I'll make it up to you later.” Innadrue said climbing off the bed, hard cock bouncing as he did.
With a disappointed sound, Harry nodded.
Innadrue gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and then entered the enchanted wardrobe Harry had seen before. He emerged quickly, dressed in a simple T-shirt and cotton trousers, both in black. In his arms he carried a pair of jeans, clean underwear, and a red T-shirt, which he handed to Harry.
“You should probably get dressed, I'm finding you rather too distracting at the moment.” Innadrue said reluctantly, and giving Harry a rueful smile.
Harry took the clothes and began dressing.
“Alright, but I'm going to hold you to that promise about making it up to me.”
“You can hold me to anything you like my dear.” Innadrue replied with a wink.
Once they were both dressed, they moved into the living room and away from the temptations of the bed, Innadrue once again carrying the breakfast tray. As Harry settled himself in a seat, Innadrue poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Harry.
“To close calls and devilishly handsome rescuers.” Innadrue said, raising his glass.
Harry smiled and chinked his glass before drinking.
“Innadrue... about last night. I had some questions, if that's okay?” Harry said after putting his glass down.
“Of course it is Harry, I'll answer whatever you like. I'll tell you what, why don't you eat while I explain exactly what having some of my blood will do to you? That was your first question I assume?”
Harry nodded gratefully, realising that he was famished. Pouring himself some coffee and taking a couple of croissant, Harry listened intently as Innadrue began to explain.
Despite what he said, Innadrue did not start with the effects of the blood, but instead told him what had happened the night before in greater detail. He recounted what Hermione and Ron and said, along with Titus' report and what he himself had seen - including what had happened after Ron and Hermione had left for the castle. When he heard of Macnair's fate, Harry knew he should disapprove but all he felt was a grim satisfaction. Macnair had tried to kill Hermione with his curse - and nearly killed him. No, he wouldn't be mourning Macnair.
“I tell you all this in part because I know that you would want to know, but also so you know I did not give you my blood lightly. It was not a whim, or a jerk reaction. It was the only way I knew of to save you.” Innadrue said seriously.
“I know Innadrue. I trust you.” Harry replied.
Innadrue looked slightly surprised, but gave Harry a grateful smile.
“Thank you Harry. You have no idea how rare it is for me to hear that.”
After that Harry helped himself to more food while Innadrue repeated what he had told Dumbledore the night before about the blood bond.
“So we'll know what each others thinking now?” Harry asked when he was finished.
“No, not thinking. But we will have a sense of what the other is feeling - especially if the emotion is strong. Distance will weaken it considerably, but it will still be there. So if you suddenly feel happy or angry and don't have a reason for it - it could be that you're picking up on my feelings.” Innadrue explained, an then giving Harry a dirty smirk, he went on. “Given that you're a sixteen year old, with a healthy sixteen year old libido, and I'm the Lord of Lust and Blood - this may very well mean that we'll both be pretty much perpetually horny.”
Harry stoked his hand on Innadrue's thigh.
“I can think of worse things.”
Innadrue laughed.
“Ah, I see it's already happening. Along these lines, we will also be able to feel what the other feels physically to some degree. Which should make sex extremely... interesting.” Innadrue said, running his hands over his own chest - and making Harry gasp when an echo of the feeling passed over to him.
“Are you sure we don't have time to, you know?” Harry asked hopefully
“Patience my dear.” Innadrue laughed.
Smiling, Harry sighed and sat back sipping his coffee.
“Okay, okay. So any other changes I should know about?”
“Your own emotions will be stronger - you remember I've told you that Vampire Lords have somewhat...volatile emotions? Well, you will share in that to an extent. You'll have to keep a slight check on yourself but you shouldn't have any real problems.”
Harry nodded in understanding.
“Anything else?”
“Just one more thing, and this one has no negatives. You'll be stronger and faster. Your reflexes, eye sight, hearing - all your senses in fact - will be better. As will your immune system and healing. Not on par with an actual vampire of course, but much better than a usual mortal.”
Harry smiled.
“Well that sounds good.”
“Yes, it is. I must say, I'm particularly looking forward to the increased stamina.” Innadrue said, giving Harry a meaningful look.
Before Harry could answer there was a knock at the door.
“See?” Innadrue said to Harry, before going to open the door.
It turned out that not only had Ron and Hermione arrived sooner than Ron had said he would, but Professor Dumbledore had joined them.
“Welcome all, please come in. Can I get anyone a drink?” Innadrue said, showing them all into the sitting room.
“Not for me thank you Professor, I just wanted to check in on Harry.” Dumbledore said politely.
“Check away Albus. Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger? Coffee, champagne, something stronger?” Innadrue went on as Dumbledore went to sit by Harry.
As Innadrue made drinks and chatted with an impatient looking Ron and Hermione, Dumbledore turned to Harry.
“So Harry, how are you feeling?” He asked kindly.
“I'm fine Professor, really. In fact I feel great.” Harry replied honestly.
“I'm very pleased to hear it. Has Professor Innadrue explained what happened to you?”
“Yes Professor, he explained everything.”
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.
“Good, that's very good Harry. Would you mind terribly telling me exactly what you have been told?”
Dutifully Harry repeated everything that Innadrue had told him (leaving out the references to horniness or stamina).
Dumbledore nodded again, and looked up at Innadrue who was sipping champagne and watching them.
“I apologise Innadrue, but I had to be sure he knew everything that he needed to.” Dumbledore said.
“Not at all Headmaster - if I were you I wouldn't trust me either.” Innadrue replied with a light tone that didn't quite match the look in his eyes.
Dumbledore give a slightly sad smile and nodded.
“Well, I believe I've kept Miss Granger waiting long enough for her reunion, so I shall be on my way. I trust Mr. Potter will be able to move back in his dorm tonight?”
“My blood in him will have quickened before the end of the day - become a part of him and no longer need to draw power from my proximity - after that Harry will not need to be close to me.” Innadrue answered.
“Very good.” Dumbledore said rising from his seat, and heading for the door.
When he was gone Innadrue excused himself to give the three of them some privacy to talk.
“Oh Harry! I'm so pleased you're alright!” Hermione said as soon as they were alone, throwing her arms around Harry and hugging him.
Harry smiled and returned the hug.
“I'm pretty pleased myself.”
“I bet.” Ron grinned, taking a seat with a glass of fire whiskey clutched in his hand.
Noticing the drink Harry smiled.
“Bit early isn't it mate?”
“Last night was very traumatic - and besides, not everyone got a chance to get free booze at the party.”
Hermione scowled but didn't comment.
“I still can't believe what happened last night. Right in Hogsmead.” Harry said, turning serious again.
“Professor Dumbledore thinks they'd been planning it for awhile. He said it would have taken some pretty serious magic to arrange everything.” Hermione said.
“But how could they know we'd be alone?” Harry asked.
“Dumbledore thinks they'd been watching and waiting for a chance. When they saw it Macnair cast some kind of silencing spell that was meant to keep other people away - luckily it didn't seem to work on Titus.” Hermione told him. “I don't know what he was doing out there, but he saved our lives.”
Harry thought for a moment.
“He hasn't said so, but I think Innadrue probably had him watching over us.” Harry said at last.
“Why would he do that?” Ron said looking puzzled.
“Probably because he expected something like this.” Harry replied seriously. “From what he's told me about life in the Vampire Court, I get the feeling that looking over your shoulder is second nature. I'd say it was paranoid if he hadn't been right.”
The three of them were silent for a moment, all lost in their own thoughts. Finally Hermione spoke.
“Harry, about how Innadrue saved you. Have you felt any different since you woke up?”
“Not really, I can feel where Innadrue is, I mean, I can sense him in the next room. But so far that's it. You heard what I was saying to Professor Dumbledore, so there will probably be more as time goes on, but so far I just feel great. Like I've had a really restful sleep and woken up full of energy.”
Despite his words Hermione still looked doubtful.
“Honestly Hermione - I'm great.” Harry assured her again.
“Well, if we're stuck here for the day fancy a game of chess or something? I can go get my set?” Ron said, trying to lighten the mood.
Suddenly realising that Hermione and Ron were clearly intending on staying all day, Harry desperately tried to think of a way to get rid of them. He silently cursed himself for saying he felt full of energy - saying he needed to rest would have been the easiest way to make them leave but that chance was gone now.
Innadrue, how the hell can I get rid of them? Not that I don't like seeing them, but you have a promise to keep. Harry thought to Innadrue in the next room after failing to come up with anything himself.
Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Came Innadrue's calm assurance.
“Um, yeah. Chess sounds fine I guess.” Harry replied after realising he'd been silent for too long.
Before Ron could stand to go and get the set Innadrue came back into the room.
“Right then. Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, time for you both to go.” Innadrue said simply.
“Actually we were going to stay here with Harry.” Hermione said.
“No, actually you're not. I have things to do today. Mr. Potter has to be here for the sake of his recovery but I do not have to have the two of you underfoot. And so I won't. You will leave, Harry will read or do something equally quiet and unobtrusive, and I will take care of my lesson preparation and correspondences in peace.” Innadrue said, sounding thoroughly impatient.
“Oh, we can be very quiet Professor. You won't know we're here.” Hermione replied, not ready to give up.
“Yes, actually I would know you were here. Off you go.” Innadrue said straight away.
“Professor please, we don't want to leave Harry alone.” Hermione said, voice steely.
Harry didn't know what had gotten into her, Hermione arguing with a teacher was completely out of character.
“Yeah, Professor. We'll be really quiet.” Ron promised.
“No. It is my experience that teenagers are perfectly incapable of being quiet. At the very least I will have to listen to you breathing. You have no idea how loud that sounds when you have my hearing. And you will not be leaving Harry alone, you will be leaving him with me. Anyway, get out.”
“But Prof-” Hermione began.
“No. There is no 'but', there is only 'out'.” Innadrue said, cutting her off.
Finally accepting defeat, Ron and Hermione allowed Innadrue to usher them out the door.
“Okay, well we'll come and check up on you later Harry.” Ron called as Innadrue closed the door.
Leaning his back against the closed door Innadrue gave Harry a slow look up and down.
“Now, I believe you were going to hold me to something?”