I've been reading a lot more lately… this kind of just came to me. Little scary Vampire Harry just makes me happy. This is probably a one shot, but I'm considering making it a two shot… see Draco get his revenge. :-)
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Onwards!
The alley behind the Thorn Rose Bar was wet. The rain that had been pouring all day and poured into the night was making rivers down the brick walls, carving a path to the deep depths below.
A howling wind like a hyena was whipping through the air, finding all the open crevices and flowing through, reverberating and echoing.
It was the perfect night to see an old enemy.
It was the glint of hair that alerted Draco Malfoy to the presence of another man in the alley. The tiny whisp of white on soaking black was winking at him like a dying candle flame. Come play… it said.
"Mr. Potter." Draco said, smirking. This was going to be fun. Just like old times.
But he got no response. The slim figure stood against the wall, soaking in water and wrapped in shadows. Draco never remembered Harry looking quite so… ominous.
"Look, Potter, I know it's you. Unless you've forgotten, it was me who called you out to this place." Draco drawled lazily. He wrapped his coat around himself tighter, the papers he was keeping dry in an inside pocket rustled. The cold was a wicked thing, biting at this face and hands. He had, of course, forgotten gloves.
"'Be in the alley off the Thorn Rose at ten tonight. I have things to discuss with you.'" Harry read off a piece of paper with the Malfoy crest in the corner. "So, discuss."
Draco looked at him a little longer, trying to read his face but the shadows held it prisoner, all he saw was Harry's lower lip as it read out the note.
"I know Jacob." Draco said calmly, even though his gut was beginning to feel otherwise, "he told me that you come by his place often."
"Then Jacob talks too much." Harry said scathingly. Draco started at his cold tone.
"Potter, how would your precious Order feel if they knew you were cavorting with known Death Eaters in your spare time? Jacob told me that you go there for 'business'. What kind of business do you have with murders?" Draco said, pulling out the last word, mocking it.
Harry finally stepped out of the shadows. Soaking wet, his hair was plastered to his face, his jacket – which was light and didn't look very warm – was hanging off his shoulders, he looked like he'd lost some weight. The glasses were gone, and the green eyes that were so famed were looking at Draco as if they could see into his soul.
Draco had to stifle a gasp. That look was smoldering.
"Draco Malfoy. My business is none of yours. Now please tell me, why did you call me out into an alleyway? If you're not here to kill me, then why such a secluded place?"
"Because I'm giving you a choice. Do you have any idea what kind of information I have on you and your business? I could destroy you." Draco hissed.
Harry smiled. He was calm, the bastard had the nerve to stand here and be calm. Draco pulled out the file that he was keeping in his coat. In it were pictures and papers' proving Harry's new business was far from legitimate.
Draco went up to the boy-who-destroyed-the-dark-lord and waved the file in front of his face. There were raindrops soaking through it already.
"You smile?" Draco said with venom, "Do you honestly think that I wouldn't do it?"
"You can destroy me." Harry repeated, closing his eyes and looking almost rapturous. Harry exhaled and opened his eyes.
Draco didn't know what to do. Potter was acting weird. The only way he knew how to handle this was to pull out his wand and point it at the boy. Harry looked at the wand with mild curiosity and then looked back at Draco.
Within seconds Draco's wand was out of his hand and Harry Potter was pinning him to the wall behind him. Rivulets of water went down Draco's back and thoroughly soaked him. Harry's face was an inch from his own. Draco felt his heart pound like he'd just run a marathon. He hadn't even see Potter move.
"Draco," Harry said with a gentle smile. "Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?"
Draco was pinned. On each side of his face was the formidable form of Harry's arm and his chest was being pushed into the wall by Harry's. He struggled for a second and then realized that no matter how delicate Harry may look, he was damn strong.
The folder containing the papers was scattered in the alley, the ink already bleeding into a puddle.
"Draco," Harry purred. "Draco."
He was speechless. Those eyes were pinning him just as much as his body was. He couldn't move, he knew something bad was going on. This wasn't Potter.
Harry's voice was low and a near whisper. His eyes were closed and he nuzzled Draco's face with his own, making Draco tilt his head and whimper. He couldn't do anything. This was total helplessness.
Draco's arms went up to try to pull Harry away again, but it was no use, he was up against a wall, with Harry in total control. He could feel Harry's hot breath on his neck, he could feel his own sweat mingle with the rain and pour down his back. His breaths came in short heaving sighs.
Be a good boy Harry…Draco's eyes flittered shut, the woo of whatever spell this was irresistible. He wanted Harry to hurt him, he wanted the pain.
Please, just a bite…Draco leaned into Harry, "Please," he breathed, "Please," He didn't even know what he was asking, all he knew was that Harry was the dominant one, and the dominant one got what he wanted.
I just want to taste him…Draco was now shamelessly rubbing against Harry, like a paid whore, except there was nothing fake about this. He would do anything Harry asked, he knew this and liked the feeling.
I just want a sip…The rubbing was getting on Harry's nerves. He was having a discussion with his conscience and Draco was doing everything in his power to distract him. He pushed his hips forward so that Draco was flat against the wall. With a moan, Draco opened his legs to give access to Harry's. Harry slid his leg up so that his knee was pressing against the soaking wall. He had the blonde spread eagled.
There's punishment for this kind of thing…
Draco whimpered again as Harry breathed against his neck. He was already so far under. Harry had to use every ounce of self-restraint to keep himself from just sinking in and devouring the pretty blonde, who so obviously wanted it. But he doesn't, Harry reminded himself, it's me telling him that he wants it.
Draco was his. His perfect little angel, and he had him wrapped around his finger, or in this case, pushed against a wall, completely intoxicated. He grabbed Draco's arms and pinned them against the wall above his head.
Mine…But he knew that he couldn't have him. He couldn't destroy something so lovely, he was still a little human, he reminded himself. He opened his mouth, the sharp canines scraping the skin on Draco's neck, leaving little red trails. Harry watched with fascination as the blood oozed out with a sigh from Draco. Harry kissed the spot that he made bleed and licked it like a cat with cream.
No…Then he was gone.
And Draco was left alone. Wondering if what just happened, happened. He regulated his breathing and sunk down the wall that he was pinned against. He put his hand on his neck and came away with the faint pink tinge of blood. Draco looked around and saw the shadows at the end of the alley. He saw the whisp of white on soaking black winking at him.
Play…Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. He was humiliated, bleeding and wet. That Bastard, Draco thought viciously.
The rain had stopped. The wind had died. But Draco stayed at that wall, regaining his composure and cursing the boy who had just given him the most amazing thing he had ever experienced.
Final note: it's not betaed… I just don't have the energy for that. So sorry. Lol, haven't updated in about a year or two so this is breaking up my hp ff writers block. Happy times.
Hope you enjoy. And remember, the more reviews the more likely I'll make it a two shot. It's not worth it if no one cares.