Ron headed down the dark corridor to the library. It was late; most of public servants who made up the Ministry of Magic had already gone home, just where Ron wanted to be. But no, he thought to himself sarcastically. Instead of eating dinner in front of a roaring fire with Hermione, who had gone home several hours ago, he was searching the halls for his younger sister.
He made his way through the huge stacks of books, so tall they were certainly magically-enhanced. The only light came from the dim chandelier just above his head, and the one candle on the table where Ginny sat. She was surrounded by leather-bound books with old issues of The Daily Prophet, reading frantically and taking notes on an old piece of parchment.
"Ginny?" She jolted out of her seat like a rocket, clutching a hand to her heart. "Did I scare you?" he asked carefully.
"Only half to death," she snapped at her brother as she sat back down in her chair, shuffling books and papers around as she spoke. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Just wondering if you'd planned on ever coming home." His expression turned serious when he looked down at what she was working on. "How much longer do you plan on being here?"
"Don't worry about it. You can go home without me," she replied, the book in her face muffling her words. Ginny lived with Ron and Hermione in their flat in London. Ron, at nineteen, was an Auror; and Ginny, graduated from Hogwarts, was working temporarily for the Department of Mysteries as well as preparing for Quidditch fall recruitment, hoping to be a Chaser or Seeker with one of England's regional teams. Hermione was pursuing several career opportunities, including a teaching position at their alma mater, and a fellowship in the Magical Law Department of the Ministry.
It had been about two years since the Battle of Hogwarts. The Wizarding World was just beginning to heal from Voldemort's brief, but excruciating, reign of terror. Not a day went by that Ginny didn't think about her brother Fred, as well as Lupin, Tonks, Mad Eye, Colin Creevey, and the others who had been lost.
Yet despite all the pain they had endured, Ginny had had one person she could count on: Harry. Not long after the battle ended, they decided to resume their relationship. She and Harry had moved to London with Ron and Hermione, where all four of them worked to help rebuild the Ministry of Magic.
However, in spite of Voldemort's defeat at Harry's hand, there were still factions of Death Eaters in England and throughout Europe. Every week, the Ministry received reports of anti-Muggle violence, usually with a flaming Death Eater symbol found not far from the bodies.
To root out these factions, the Ministry sent nearly their entire staff of Aurors. Six of them, including Ron and Harry, had been sent to Transylvania, where there had been reports of former Death Eater uprisings. But only five Aurors had returned, all of them battered and bruised. Ron had been recovered by the medical team with a massive concussion. His head had healed fine, but he and the other Aurors had no memory of what had happened to them, or Harry.
That was ten months ago. An inquiry was launched, but Harry's body was never recovered. After an intensive investigation, the Ministry officially declared Harry dead four months ago.
But that explanation wasn't good enough for Ginny. "Did you see today's Prophet?" she asked Ron.
He shook his head wearily. Ginny picked the paper off the table and handed it her brother, pointing to an article on the back page. She read aloud, " 'A wizard in York reportedly contacted local Ministry authorities yesterday, to inform them that a man resembling Harry Potter had been spotted in a local pub'. That could be him, Ron! I'm going tomorrow to meet the bartender and see what he knows."
Ron fought the urge to grab his sister and shake her fiercely, but instead said, calmly, "There are a lot of crazy people out there who say they see Harry around. Remember when these stories made the front page, and the Ministry would investigate? Now they're buried in the back, with Hadley Ferguson's column on how to get dragon blood stains out of the tablecloth." He rubbed his eyes wearily, sick and tired of having this argument with his sister every other day.
Ginny's look of determination wavered, but there was flint in her eyes. "Mock me all you want. I don't care about what you, or Hermione, or Mum and Dad, or anything else thinks. I know Harry's alive, and he's out there somewhere."
"Then why hasn't he tried to come back?" Ron snapped, letting his frustration get the best of him. "Do you think he would really abandon us all if he hadn't died? Tell me. If he's alive, and he loves you so much, why hasn't he come back for you?"
That last one stung Ginny; and Ron regretted it the second it came from his mouth.
"Oh, Gin," he said heavily. "I didn't mean it that way-"
"I shouldn't be too much longer," Ginny cut him off sharply. Her tone was strangely mangled, as she started to write. "I'll see you later tonight."
"I miss him too, you know," Ron told her softly.
She didn't look up from her work. "Goodnight, Ron."
Ron nodded; there was nothing more he could say. "Well, 'night, then," he said, before Disapparating.
The moment he was gone, she buried her face in her hands. She rarely cried, and she hadn't done so since Harry disappeared, but she couldn't keep it in any longer. Ginny made no sound as she cried, her throat caught in one long, painful sob. I can't do this anymore, she thought to herself. There were times where she desperately wished that Harry was truly dead, so that she could just move on with her life. The casket they'd buried in Godric's Hollow had been empty; that thought had dominated her mind during the funeral.
She closed her books with a thud, her eyes aching from crying. Ginny could do no more research tonight. But after work tomorrow, she'd head to York, to see what that wizard knew about Harry.
Ginny put the books away and Apparated just outside of the flat she shared with her brother and Hermione. A dim light shone from their kitchen window. They were most likely eating a light supper. Ginny didn't want to interrupt the only alone time they'd had in a while; nor was she ready to go to bed. Instead, she decided to take a walk down the street to the pub for a nightcap.
The night was cool and dark. It was late, and the streets were nearly empty. Yet she heard something: something soft and swift-footed. It could've been rats in the alley, or, Ginny thought as she took a deep breath, footsteps. Instinctively she reached for her wand, tucked into her cloak pocket. Ginny turned this way and that, but didn't see a soul. An uncomfortable feeling formed in her stomach, as if all of her organs were mashing together in a giant, painful heap. She began to walk faster.
Where are you going, pet? asked a voice she couldn't see. She stopped dead in her tracks, her blood running cold.
"Where are you?" she asked aloud, brandishing her wand, attempting to look every direction at once. "I know you're following me."
You're right. Brilliant as always, the voice told her. It latched on like cobwebs within the walls of her mind. The voice was sinister, yet seductive; familiar, yet unrecognizable. I've missed you, Red.
The streetlamps dimmed one by one, leaving Ginny in darkness. "Come out, you coward," she muttered under her breath. "Come out if you want to talk to me. Stop playing games."
Oh, but I love a good game, the voice replied, smooth as syrup. Want to play with me?
Her stomach dropped. Something told her that whoever she was dealing with wasn't a wizard. This voice in Ginny's head was something… else.
"Lumos," she whispered; a small beam of light extended from her wand. Suddenly it fell from her hand, as if blown by a harsh breeze, and was lost in the darkness. Ginny could hear menacing laughter inside her head.
"What do you want?" she shouted, angry and afraid.
Just you, the voice told her. As it spoke, a hand covered her mouth, and a sharp pain flooded her neck. Ginny screamed, as she felt herself fall into darkness.
-0-
"Bloody hell, where is that man?"
Ginny stirred. Her hands clenched; she felt silk. But the sheets on her bed weren't silk…
Then the last moments of the night before flooded back to her in a rush, and she opened her eyes with a start. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out her surroundings somewhat decently.
Her clothes from the night before were gone; she found herself wearing a linen nightshirt that was barely long enough to cover her pelvis. Silk sheets covered a huge mahogany four-poster bed, big enough for a small family to sleep in. The room was dark, barely bright enough to make out the color of the dark green sheets. Votive candles covered the bedside table, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling, just barely illuminating the room. It was a large, bare room with white plaster walls, and black curtains covering the only window. But whose room was it?
Her head filled with so many questions, she barely noticed the throbbing pain in her neck. Ginny put her hand to her neck. She felt two raw wounds, and winced at the sudden pain. Horror filled her: two holes, side by side on her neck… she'd been bitten by a vampire.
In the darkest corner of the room, she saw something stir. "You're awake," someone said, in a familiar voice she couldn't name. "Good." Her vision still blurry, she couldn't make out the face. As he approached her, his features became clear.
He had silvery blonde hair, shaggy and unkempt. It fell against a pallid face, and into light grey eyes. His appearance was almost ghostly; yet Ginny still found him attractive, finding herself drawn to his chiseled cheekbones and porcelain skin. He had a certain aura that encompassed his lithe body, clothed in jeans and black shirt, which drew her to him.
That was, until she completely made out his face. "Draco!" she nearly shrieked, backing up in bed until her spine was flat against the wall.
"Hello, Ginny," he greeted her easily. Much of the arrogance and vanity that had defined Draco Malfoy in her mind was gone. He was not the slick, vain boy she remembered, who now stood before her with messy hair and Muggle clothes. He seemed withdrawn, almost shy towards her.
Ginny gripped the bed sheets tightly, still reeling. She could hardly believe that the man she and her friends had so hated, who had last been seen silently weeping at his mother's funeral before being found dead in Malfoy Manor, was standing before her. Alive.
"You're dead," she stated flatly, still staring at Draco.
"Well, I'm obviously not. I thought you were the bright one in your family, Weasley." She realized she was wrong; some of that Malfoy malevolence still remained in him.
"How… is this even possible?" she asked breathlessly. Draco tossed his head back and laughed, showing off two pointed canines like ivory needles.
Oh. Of course, Ginny thought quickly, biting her lip to stop a scream of horror. Instantly her hand flew up to her neck. She desperately wished she had her wand.
"That wasn't me last night, don't worry," Draco assured her smoothly. "Not my taste- flicking the lights, playing mind games, all that showy stuff. What a waste of time, just to eat." Seeing that she wasn't reassured, Draco rolled his eyes impatiently at the young witch. "And I'm not going to bite you now, either! Damn Weasley," he mumbled under his breath.
Her shoulders, which had been hunched up to her chin, relaxed. Ginny sat up straighter, looking directly into Draco's eyes. "Then who brought me here? Where are we?" she demanded to know. "What do you want with me?"
"So many questions! You're awake scarcely five minutes, and already bothering me." He made his way towards the bed; the chandelier began to burn more brightly as he passed beneath it. "We're still in London," he explained. "The Muggle part. My Sire killed some broad and we took her apartment. It's pretty nice, isn't it?" Ginny's stomach dropped, as she realized that the nightgown she wore most likely belonged to the dead girl.
She resisted the urge to shudder or vomit; instead, Ginny asked, "How did you become a vampire?"
Draco sighed. "It's a long story," he drawled. His skin was like porcelain, pale and lineless, Ginny noticed as he came closer and sat down beside her. His hand just brushed hers: his skin was as cool as porcelain as well. He gave a little laugh when he reconsidered his words. "Actually not so long. After my father was sent to Azkaban and I was acquitted, I was… not well. I spent a lot of time here in the Manor with my newest friend, Muggle scotch. Especially after Mum died."
Despite his lighthearted tone, Draco's eyes were hollow. "I would've been quite content to spend my days like that, until an old friend of sorts came along. He'd heard what had happened to my family, and came to see what had happened to me." His hands were balled up in fists, and he pressed them hard into his thighs as he struggled to control his anger. "He laughed at me. Said I was pathetic. He told me this wasn't the life for me, drinking myself to death in that old dusty mansion. No; instead, he offered me his gift." His lips parted in a small smile. "And I accepted."
"So he made you a vampire," Ginny said thoughtfully. "But you were buried in the Malfoy cemetery with your mother, weren't you?"
His face emotionless, Draco turned away from her. Her eyes widened in sudden horror. "Oh, God," she breathed. "You climbed out of your own grave."
Draco's voice was faint, but Ginny could still hear anger and the fear pulsing through it. "Yeah… and it wasn't easy, you know. Oak's hard to break through, even with a vampire's strength. It's a tough wood. Then once you're through that, there's another two meters of dirt. It's funny: you don't need to breathe anymore, but you still feel as if you're going to suffocate." He slowly moved back, to face Ginny. A faint, reassuring smile crossed his face. "But he was there, waiting for me to rise. He laughed at my pain at first… but then he held me close, until I realized what had happened to me, what I had become."
Both were silent for a long moment, until Ginny finally said, "I'm sorry."
Draco acted nonchalant, brushing her words aside. "It was six months ago. I don't give a damn anymore." Draco crawled across the bed towards Ginny, his silvery eyes gleaming.
Ginny remembered, from a long-ago Defense Against the Dark Arts class, that vampires could charm any human under their spell; they released- what was it called?- a pheromone, one that attracted Muggles and wizards alike. It was more potent than she thought. Never before her in her life had she found Draco attractive. But now all she wanted to do was rip his clothes off.
Draco's eyes ran up and down Ginny, taking in every aspect of her body: her long red hair falling into her full cleavage; the rich curve of her waist; her womanly hips and thighs, all covered by a pristine layer of quaintly freckled skin. He wouldn't mind taking a peek at the flesh just barely concealed by her nightgown. When he looked into Ginny's eyes, he could tell she felt the same.
"Now," Draco continued, his voice hushed but excited, "I'm free. Free of my father, and the destiny that he so painstakingly crafted for me. The Wizarding World thinks I'm dead, so me and my boy can spend our days as we want. Traveling the world, exploring… feeding…"
"Fucking," another voice added cheerily. The door to the bedroom swung open; and Ginny thought her heart had stopped when she laid her eyes on the man entering the room.
The stunningly handsome man stood in front of them, in just a pair of jeans. He looked freshly showered; beads of water clung to his startlingly pale skin and jet black hair. His fair complexion made his dark emerald eyes look even greener. Beneath those jeans Ginny saw a sinuous, muscular frame that moved with a cat-like grace. He'd lost his boyish glasses, and the familiar scar on his forehead has vanished completely. He smiled at Ginny, but it was a cold smile; he clearly enjoyed seeing the mixture of fear and shock on her face.
"Harry," Ginny breathed. Her heart, over its initial shock, began to race. She was sitting down, but still felt dizzy.
She turned to Draco, who had leapt off the bed the second the door opened. He looked as if he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Where have you been?" he asked Harry in a tone that was clearly meant to intimidate, but did nothing of the sort.
"Relax, Draco; I went out for a bite while you were dozing," he said casually, the looks of shock and confusion on Ginny and Draco's faces hardly fazing him. His smile was devilish as he walked towards Draco, brushing his long blonde locks out of his eyes. "I made a mess of myself, so I took a quick shower." He grabbed Draco's shoulder roughly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't worry; you can dirty me up later if you like."
Ginny looked between Harry and Draco, her mind moving at a million miles a second. "Is he," she asked Draco a quaking voice, sounding as if she already knew the answer, "the one who… made you?"
Draco nodded. Ginny's head snapped back to look at Harry, as everything suddenly became clear.
"My boy didn't tell you?" Harry asked, looking amused with the situation. Ginny shook her head. He turned to look at his fledgling with mocking eyes. "Silly Draco. Well, I suppose I shall find some way to forgive you."
Then Ginny watched, horrified, as Harry pulled Draco towards him, nibbling at his ear with jagged fangs. Draco let out a slight gasp of pleasure, but he looked ashamed; his eyes never left Ginny. "Harry, stop," he said softly, pushing his sire away.
"What?" Harry replied. "Are you worried about making our guest uncomfortable?" Harry turned back to his old girlfriend, who sat with her mouth agape, looking utterly lost.
"You've been… with Draco, all this time?" Ginny asked in disbelief. She couldn't even picture it: the two boys who had hated each other so much in school… were lovers?
Harry turned back to Draco, waving a hand to shoo him over. Draco's eyes fixed themselves upon Harry as he sat down. "It's hard to believe, isn't it," Harry said, looking over Draco's body with clear pleasure. "But those silly schoolboy fights- they don't seem to matter, once you're dead."
Ginny couldn't take much more of this. Her head was spinning with all of this new information. "Ginny?" she heard Draco say. "Are you all right?"
She shook her head wearily. "I don't know where to begin" was all she said. Harry's face creased with concern, and he sat down beside her.
"Come now, pet," he said softly as took her hands in his. He was so cool to the touch; Ginny almost tore her hands away. His voice was gentle, the way it had been when he said goodbye to her almost a year ago when he'd set off for Transylvania. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I- I don't know what to say. I don't even know who you are anymore." Ginny sounded dazed, as if she'd just awoken for a strange dream.
"You know who I am, love." He brought her hands to his lips, kissing them gently. "I've been in love with you since I was sixteen. Not even death can change that."
Instead of responding with equal tenderness, Ginny's first reaction was anger. "Then why did you go away?" she snapped, tearing her hands away from him. "I've been looking for you for so long-"
"I know, love, I know. And I've missed you so much." He moved a hand to caress Ginny's cheek, his smile warm now. "But after I was sired… I needed some time. Going from being the savior of the Wizarding World, to becoming one of its most reviled creatures, was something I needed to get used to."
"How did this happen? Was it in Transylvania?"
Harry nodded. "Turns out the Death Eaters the Ministry sent us to take out? Vampires, the whole lot of them. Naturally, they weren't very happy to see me, as I was the one who murdered their courageous leader." He let out a short laugh, more of a bark of derision. "They separated me from the rest of the team, and somewhere along the way I lost my wand."
That was the only piece of evidence they recovered, Ginny remembered.
"I told them I didn't fear death. I've faced one of the most powerful wizards of all time, I've already died once, technically- so instead of killing me, they tried to punish me, by making me one of their own." Harry's eyes flooded with sudden rage and excitement. "But they didn't punish me. They freed me, gave me eternal life. Just like I gave Draco." He turned back to the other vampire, who hovered silently in the background, before whirling back to face Ginny. "Just like I want to give you."
Ginny's mouth fell open. "Make me- a vampire?"
"I've been waiting for you, Gin. Waiting until I was strong enough to find you. Now you can join Draco and me." He gripped her hand, his green eyes blazing with passion and excitement, riling Ginny up as well. "We can be together for eternity."
Her mind was racing. Become a vampire? Vampires existed on the fringes of Magical society; some attempted to deny their bloodlust and become part of the mainstream Wizarding world, while others formed their own communities, killing and feeding openly. It was clear Harry was part of the second group. Ginny wasn't sure if she could live like that.
She knew that if she became a vampire, she'd probably never see her family or friends again. Ginny could never keep working for the Ministry, or play Quidditch professionally like she dreamed of doing; vampire discrimination was illegal, but it certainly happened. Never mind that she'd be bound to drinking human blood and unable to walk the streets while the sun was out, totally cut off from the world.
But… Harry. Harry, the love of her life, the one she'd lost her virginity to only two years before, just before her sixth year began. He wasn't just her lover, but her best friend.
She looked away from him, and focused her eyes on Draco. His grey eyes were downcast. Now that Harry was around, he seemed to be much more docile, almost obedient. Perhaps it was because Harry was his Sire. Or maybe, it was because Draco had changed just as much as Harry seemed to have.
"Come on, Gin, what do you say?" Harry asked her, gripping her hands even tighter. "I don't want to make you against your will, that's no fun."
Ginny didn't know what to say. "Do I have time to consider?"
"It's sort of a limited-time offer," Harry told her, moving one hand down to her exposed thigh, delicately stroking the skin. Her skin tingled at his touch, at once familiar and exciting.
His hand crawled up her nightie, resting in the soft folds of skin where pelvis and leg met. He began stroking the tender area. "Harry…" Ginny said softly, becoming aroused as heat spread through her body at his touch. Over his shoulder, it was clear Draco liked his view.
"Harry what?" His tone was mocking. "Do you want me to stop?" The vampire's hand moved further up her leg.
Her whole body shook with anticipation, and she shook her head no. Harry's eyes lit up when he saw her face suddenly become flushed. "C'mon, Gin, let's make up for lost time." Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, he leaned over to kiss her exposed clavicle, while stimulating her with his hand.
His kisses traveled up her neck, while the pressure of his hand grew. Ginny lay back in the soft bed and closed her eyes, letting Harry play with her, not caring that Draco was looking on or that Harry's kisses had become gentle nips.
"Can I play too?" Draco asked softly. Harry removed himself from her neck and turned to Draco, who hadn't moved an inch, watching his sire and Ginny without any expression.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. The idea of both Harry and Draco in bed with her turned her on more than anything Harry was doing. "Of course," she told him, patting the bed beside her. Harry grinned.
Draco unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor before climbing up on the bed and nibbling at Ginny's ear. Harry, too, took off his shirt and pulled one of Ginny's legs over his head, positioning himself cleanly between her legs. He pulled up her nightgown, giving her warm kisses on her stomach, and down her pelvis, all while stimulating her with his hand. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of his hands to consume her.
Pulling up the nightgown even further and finally removing it over her head, Draco's mouth dipped down to Ginny's breasts, licking her nipple before fully applying his mouth to it, sucking and licking it furiously. She cooed softly at the touch.
Draco pulled away from Ginny, as did Harry. She watched from beneath heavy, lustful eyelids as Harry grasped for Draco's slim frame, kissing him violently, while Draco gripped and clawed at Harry's back, leaving long red scratches along his spine. Small droplets of blood made their way down Harry's body, falling into the deep crevice of the small of his back. Ginny's hand clenched; she wanted them to touch her like that.
Harry removed Draco's jeans and briefs with rough hands, before removing his own. Ginny's eyes widened, and her breath quickened at the sight of the two naked men crawling across the bed towards her.
As Harry kissed her pale thighs, Draco's lips were at Ginny's neck. Instinctively, Ginny reached for his cock, taking it her hands and stroking it. Draco pulled away for a moment, eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure- it was too much for him.
"Do you like that?" Ginny whispered. When Draco looked at her, the lust in his eyes filled her with glee. He could barely speak.
Suddenly Ginny felt a dull pain, replaced by cool pleasure, coming from her inner thigh. She looked down at Harry. From beneath his mussed black hair he looked at her, fangs bared. A trail of blood trickled down her thigh; Harry quickly licked the trail away before it could stain the sheets.
Before she could say a word, Harry stuck a long finger inside Ginny. The sudden jolt sent an explosion through her body, as he began to thrust his finger, then two, then three inside her. Through the midst of her ecstasy, she still toyed with Draco's cock, as he traced her nipple with his fangs.
Before she could come, Harry removed his fingers from her. He straddled himself on top of her, putting his own cock inside of Ginny.
Her moan was earthshaking. "Not yet," Harry told her, apparently taking all his willpower not to bang her into the bedpost. With two strong arms he pulled her into a sitting position. Now his cock was so deep inside her, Ginny could scream. Harry's green eyes sparkled in a way she didn't recognize.
Her heart beat in panic when she felt Draco's cool hands slide between her buttocks and pull the tender flesh apart slightly. Her eyes met Harry's. He said nothing, but simply nodded. Ginny could feel Draco burrow inside her, hot and unfamiliar. There wasn't any pain, but a strange sensation that couldn't be described as uncomfortable.
Both men rocked back and forth inside her. She could feel Draco's hands press against her thighs, his fingernails digging into the flesh. Harry's eyes were closed, his expression one of pure elation. Ginny was sure she was making the same face as she felt the two separate entities slide back and forth inside of her, waves of pleasure building. Her soft moans became louder and louder screams.
Draco gripped her waist as Harry nipped at her shoulders with his vampire teeth; each touch was too intense to describe. They were both using their mental voices inside her head, the words flying around her head so fast their voices blended together almost unintelligibly. Oh yes so good oh Ginny fuck me hard so tight don't stop don't stop feels so good. There was a tightness building inside that needed to be released-
And in a giant eruption, Ginny let loose a final, throat-shattering scream. Her men kept their ecstasy inside, letting out low, wolfish growls as they came.
Harry released her, and she collapsed into Draco's arms, utterly exhausted. Draco clumsily removed himself from her, and lay her back on the bed. Both vampires crumpled beside her, breathing heavily. No one spoke for what felt like an eternity, all the parties satisfied.
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Maybe she just closed her eyes for a minute, or maybe she fell asleep for hours; Ginny couldn't be sure. But when her eyes fluttered open, a still-naked Harry lie next to her, fingering what appeared to be an ancient knife. His eyes lit up when he saw she was awake.
"You were asleep for so long… looks like we really wore you out," Harry said in a faint whisper, nuzzling her neck with his cold nose. Ginny glanced over to the other side of the bed; Draco lay beside her, still dozing. With his blond hair flopping into his eyes, his features soft and slack in sleep, Draco Malfoy looked almost innocent. "We had a lot of fun."
"We did," she replied huskily, her eyes still on Draco. Ginny turned back to Harry.
"The fun doesn't have to stop." Harry slid his index finger down the knife, cutting it wide open. Blood oozed out of the shallow wound. His green eyes were glowing when he ran his bloody finger over Ginny's lips.
She just stared at Harry as he leaned over and pulled her into a long kiss. When he pulled away, he licked his crimson-stained lips. "Let me change you, Ginny. Let's be together forever."
Ginny hesitated as she licked her lips, unable to understand the allure of the coppery, sticky substance. She knew what that once she became a vampire, the life she had known would be gone forever.
But when she looked into Harry's eyes, she saw another future. An eternity as a young woman, without the fear of dying; traveling the world with Harry and Draco, without any cares at all. "You're using your magic on me- the pheromone," she said haughtily, lowering her eyes at her lover.
"I'm not doing any such thing," he protested, his tone playfully stern. "And while I can see into that pretty little head of yours, I can't put those thoughts there." He moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her bare torso. "You can't go back there, to that world. Not knowing what you know now. What can they offer you that I can't? Freedom, power, eternal life- everlasting love?" He stroked Ginny's cheek, and he could see the answer in her downcast eyes. "I didn't think so."
She shrugged out of his touch. "I want to be with you," she said, her green eyes meeting his. "Forever." Gingerly she lifted her head, and exposed her pale neck to Harry. "Do it."
He grinned, and before her eyes Ginny watched his canines lengthen into needle-like points. In the blink of an eye, he'd sunk his teeth into the holes in her throat from the previous night. She cried out in sudden, searing pain, waking Draco.
Quiet, love, the pain's almost over. Harry's mental voice was giddy as he took in the sweet, tangy Weasley blood. Ginny's vision grew darker as she felt those fangs drilling into her neck, and the entire world falling away, becoming colder, numb to the touch…
Then, she felt the soft sensation of hands in her hair, cradling her head. It's almost over. Draco's voice was calm and soothing, like climbing into a warm bed. Instantly the pain became nonexistent, and Ginny was floating, somewhere soft and comforting.
She felt Harry release his hold on her neck. Her jaw was being forced open. Ginny spread her lips, and felt lukewarm blood slip into her mouth, down her throat. She shuddered as the liquid slipped inside her, invading her body like a virus, changing every fiber of her being into something decidedly unhuman, before plunging her into darkness.
As Ginny drifted off, cloaked in the temporary blanket of death, Harry and Draco stood, putting on their clothes and leaving Ginny in the bedroom. Once Draco shut the door, Harry grinned. "We're going to have fun with her, won't we?"
"She was in pain," Draco said tersely. "You could've used your powers to make her more comfortable."
"What's the fun in that?" Harry asked jovially. When he saw the stern expression on Draco's face, he grew serious. "Ginny needs to know pain. That's how it should be. A vampire's life is all about pain. Enjoyable pain, yes, but pain nonetheless. She'll remember the great gift she's been given, of never having to die or suffer again, every time she feeds."
"And I agree with you; I just think you could've made her siring a more pleasant experience. After all, you used your magic so she'd want you to sire her in the first place."
"Ha! I knew you weren't really asleep, you cheeky devil."
"Don't change the subject."
Harry studied Draco for a second, before giving him a knowing look. "You're fond of her, aren't you?"
His tone was casual, yet Draco's body stiffened at the question. "She's a good, tight fuck, if that's what you mean."
"No, no," Harry said, his voice rising in intensity, "that's not what I mean. You have genuine affection for her." Draco didn't reply, and Harry laughed. "That's very cute, Draco. But while she may have let you put yourself up her arse, just remember that I am the reason she wanted to be turned, and you- you're just a condition she agreed to, a concession she was forced to make. For me."
"Why are you always such a prick?" Draco snapped at him. "What did they do to you in Transylvania to turn you into such a bastard?"
The amusement left Harry's face in an instant, replaced with cold anger. Draco took a slight step back, afraid Harry would unleash his rage upon him. Instead Harry shook his head. In the blink of an eye, his arms were wrapped around Draco's torso, his hands gripping on his ass, his lips at Draco's ear. "That story's not for children's ears," was all he said before he began nipping at Draco's ear. Draco shivered with pleasure at Harry's touch.
"Don't be angry with me, Draco. You're so boring when you're angry." Harry snaked one of his hands through Draco's thick blonde hair. "When Ginny wakes up, we'll take her hunting. Anywhere in the world you want, we'll go. You and I can teach her everything she needs to know. And the three of us can be a family- forever. Maybe we'll even find another pretty little girl, make us a foursome."
Harry's dark green, almost black eyes, gazed in Draco's pearly grey ones. "How does that sound, love?" Harry asked him quietly, earnestly.
Draco didn't reply, but he could sense Harry reading his mind. "Good. I'm going to take another shower before my girl wakes up," he told Draco, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. "Join me."
To be continued…