Indulgence 13
Title: Indulgence 13
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Angsting
Word count: 575
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for denebides, who asked for more of Indulgence
Summary: Draco is horrified to discover what has happened.
Draco's eyes felt heavy, and he was reluctant to open them. It had stormed the night before, and he had slept poorly. As a result, he was exhausted and lethargic. He'd been plagued by odd, erotic dreams of Harry and vampires.
Wait.
Draco opened his eyes, blinking at the bright sunshine that streamed in through the windows. He frowned. This wasn't his room. Draco struggled to remember. The storm had made him anxious, and he had sought out Harry. Draco recalled offering himself to Harry, and the two of them had engaged in sex. Pleasant, lingering aches in his body were proof of that. Something else had happened, however, something not so pleasant, but Draco's memories were clouded. He had been enjoying himself with Harry, in spite of the fact that he didn't often volunteer to bottom. At the moment of climax...
Draco sat up with a gasp and reached for this throat. He swore when he felt the familiar scabs on his neck, indicating he'd been bitten by the vampire again. But, how could that be? Draco had been safe with...Harry!
With a small cry of fright, Draco flung the blankets back and raced, naked, to the door. He tried to wrench it open, but it was locked. Frantically, he searched for his wand before realizing he'd left it in his own room last night. Draco crossed his arms in front of himself, cupping his elbows in shaking hands, and began to pace. His mind was whirling, and he was on the verge of a panic attack. Draco took a steadying breath. "Think, think," he muttered to himself. He needed to get dressed and get out.
Draco focused on the simple task first. He located his discarded pyjama bottoms and put them on. He was unable to locate his pyjama top, so Draco helped himself to one of Harry's shirts and pulled it over his head. He shivered in revulsion, knowing now that Harry was the vampire who had been tormenting him and attacking him--violating him--as he slept. A small whine of terror lodged in Draco's throat, and he had to take several deep breaths to calm himself. He was a Malfoy and a wizard; he could survive this.
Draco tried the windows and found them sealed. Scanning the room, he spied a wooden chair. Draco picked it up and swung it at the window, but all it did was bounce harmlessly off the glass while jarring his hands and wrists. Draco resumed pacing until another idea occurred to him.
"Elsie!" he called.
The small house-elf appeared in the bedroom. "You is needing something, Master Draco?" she asked, twisting her hands nervously.
Draco forced himself to remain calm. "I am unable to open the door, Elsie," he said. "I'd like to wash up in my own room before coming down for breakfast."
"Elsie will bring a tray up, Master Draco."
Draco stifled his irritation. "I would prefer to have breakfast downstairs, as always," he said.
"I has been told to bring you a tray, Master Draco," Elsie said. Her ears drooped, but she appeared resolute. Before Draco could continue arguing with her, she disappeared with a pop. Draco slammed his hand against the nearest wall. Clearly, he was Potter's prisoner.
Indulgence 14
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Angsting
Word count: 575
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for denebides, who asked for more of Indulgence
Summary: Draco is horrified to discover what has happened.
Draco's eyes felt heavy, and he was reluctant to open them. It had stormed the night before, and he had slept poorly. As a result, he was exhausted and lethargic. He'd been plagued by odd, erotic dreams of Harry and vampires.
Wait.
Draco opened his eyes, blinking at the bright sunshine that streamed in through the windows. He frowned. This wasn't his room. Draco struggled to remember. The storm had made him anxious, and he had sought out Harry. Draco recalled offering himself to Harry, and the two of them had engaged in sex. Pleasant, lingering aches in his body were proof of that. Something else had happened, however, something not so pleasant, but Draco's memories were clouded. He had been enjoying himself with Harry, in spite of the fact that he didn't often volunteer to bottom. At the moment of climax...
Draco sat up with a gasp and reached for this throat. He swore when he felt the familiar scabs on his neck, indicating he'd been bitten by the vampire again. But, how could that be? Draco had been safe with...Harry!
With a small cry of fright, Draco flung the blankets back and raced, naked, to the door. He tried to wrench it open, but it was locked. Frantically, he searched for his wand before realizing he'd left it in his own room last night. Draco crossed his arms in front of himself, cupping his elbows in shaking hands, and began to pace. His mind was whirling, and he was on the verge of a panic attack. Draco took a steadying breath. "Think, think," he muttered to himself. He needed to get dressed and get out.
Draco focused on the simple task first. He located his discarded pyjama bottoms and put them on. He was unable to locate his pyjama top, so Draco helped himself to one of Harry's shirts and pulled it over his head. He shivered in revulsion, knowing now that Harry was the vampire who had been tormenting him and attacking him--violating him--as he slept. A small whine of terror lodged in Draco's throat, and he had to take several deep breaths to calm himself. He was a Malfoy and a wizard; he could survive this.
Draco tried the windows and found them sealed. Scanning the room, he spied a wooden chair. Draco picked it up and swung it at the window, but all it did was bounce harmlessly off the glass while jarring his hands and wrists. Draco resumed pacing until another idea occurred to him.
"Elsie!" he called.
The small house-elf appeared in the bedroom. "You is needing something, Master Draco?" she asked, twisting her hands nervously.
Draco forced himself to remain calm. "I am unable to open the door, Elsie," he said. "I'd like to wash up in my own room before coming down for breakfast."
"Elsie will bring a tray up, Master Draco."
Draco stifled his irritation. "I would prefer to have breakfast downstairs, as always," he said.
"I has been told to bring you a tray, Master Draco," Elsie said. Her ears drooped, but she appeared resolute. Before Draco could continue arguing with her, she disappeared with a pop. Draco slammed his hand against the nearest wall. Clearly, he was Potter's prisoner.
Indulgence 14