One year later
"Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art," Harry whispered under his breath, "as those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; for well thou know'st to my dear doting heart, thou art the fairest and most precious jewel."
His eyes never left Ginny, who drank freely from the twenty-something man in her arms. Her eyes were closed, and the edges of her lips were tilted upwards in a satisfied smile. Ginny ran her nails across the man's mouth, hushing him; but nothing could quiet the fear in his eyes, as the life slowly drained out of them.
Harry lounged on the couch in the family's dingy living room, having already killed the man's girlfriend, whose body grew cold in the kitchen. Harry smiled; the girl's blood ran through his veins like a fine red wine, leaving him feeling drunk and giddy.
There was a sharp scream from the bedroom; Draco had cornered one of the couple's friends. It was she who had met the trio at the bar, and had insisted they come meet her friends. Harry couldn't thank her enough for that, but he suspected Draco would do the job for him.
The man's eyes fluttered closed, and his body went slack in Ginny's arms. "What was that?" she asked Harry as she dropped the body on the floor. It landed with a hard thud. "That poem you were reciting."
"One of Shakespeare's sonnets," he explained as she came closer, positioning herself on top of him.
"Since when do you read poetry?" Ginny wondered, looking at him curiously.
"Since I became a vampire and gained a lot of free time during my days," he replied dryly. Ginny pressed her body against his, and Harry eagerly took her breasts in his hands. "You bring out the poet in me."
Ginny smiled a fanged grin. "You bring out something in me too… but it's not poetry." Her hair swept around Harry's face like a curtain as she leaned in to kiss him, running her hands along the nape of his neck. "Let's go home and write some poetry," Ginny whispered as she bit at Harry's earlobe.
Draco emerged from the bedroom, looked sated but irritated. "How was Miss Grace?" Harry asked, referring to the Muggle woman who'd invited them here.
"She was a screamer. Had to use my magic to get her to stop," he said, looking annoyed. "I don't like my bloody dinner wailing in my ear as I eat."
"I like it when they scream," Harry murmured, nuzzling Ginny's neck. "It makes me bite harder."
"Does it?" she asked, raising a playful eyebrow. "I'll keep that in mind."
Harry looked over at Draco. "And that goes double for you."
Amusement and lust filled Draco's features as Harry rose to his feet. "Is that so?" his childe replied.
"If only to tease our girl," Harry said tauntingly, causing both vampires to turn towards Ginny.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked accusingly. With a thoughtful look, Harry and Draco grabbed Ginny by the arm-
and Apparated into their bedroom. With eager looks in their eye, both boys pushed Ginny onto the bed. She laid back and watched as Harry, still standing, kissed down Draco's neck tenderly, before sinking his teeth into his neck. Draco let out a howl of pleasure.
Ginny watched as Harry licked away the blood off Draco's neck, beginning to feel damp between her thighs. As Draco clawed at Harry hungrily, nearly ripping his shirt to get it off, Ginny began to play with herself, dipping her hand into her jeans. Watching her two handsome lovers amuse each other was enough to make her wet; but once the scent of blood was in the air, she had been unable to resist herself.
Once their clothes were removed, the boys turned their attention to Ginny. Naughty girl, getting yourself off without your boys to help, Harry said, his eyes fixed on her like they had fixed on his prey earlier this evening.
Someone will have to be punished for that, Draco added teasingly as he withdrew from Harry. He snatched her hand from her jeans, licking the slick juices of Ginny's pussy from every finger. She shuddered pleasantly at the sensation, and began to coo.
Not so fast, Harry's voice reverberated in her head. Ginny needs to be punished first.
Ginny watched Draco's mouth form into a wry smirk. Should we get out the new toys? he inquired.
Oh, definitely, was Harry's fervent reply.
Ginny squealed giddily as the two vampires picked her up and placed her at the top of the bed, where they handcuffed her to the bedpost. Harry had picked up these handcuffs in Knockturn Alley; they released only when a certain word was whispered into the locks.
Once she was secure in her cuffs, Draco undressed her. Ginny's desire grew as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed her jeans, his hot mouth tracing every inch of her skin as he did. She squirmed beneath Draco's touch, as her pussy begged to be touched and fucked. Stop teasing me, Ginny begged.
Draco's voice was playful as he removed Ginny's jeans and tossed them aside. His hands began to roam, from her knees to her thighs, gently caressing the tender flesh. But you've been such a bad girl. Do you really deserve it?
Ginny's eyes widened as he lowered his head to her pussy, licking and sucking at her clit. His tongue slid up and down the length of her folds, and she moaned in her chains. "Draco…" she cooed.
As Harry watched Draco perform on Ginny, his own cock became hard as steel. New blood burned hot in his veins, and in that instant he needed to be satisfied. He crawled onto the bed, slinking behind Draco silently. As Draco nibbled lustily, making Ginny's cries into throaty roars, Harry wiped a hand on Ginny's slick thighs, and used the juices to lube up Draco.
Draco winced when he felt Harry's fingers enter him from behind. His muscles clenched, but eventually relaxed; this wasn't the first time Harry had taken him in this way. He cried out with pain and pleasure as Harry removed his fingers, and slipped his cock inside him in one smooth stroke.
Ginny watched as Harry grabbed Draco's hips and began to thrust into them, leaving soggy kisses on Draco's sweat-covered back. His green eyes took in the sight in front of him- Harry fucking Draco fucking Ginny- and his thrusting increased. The rhythm rocked Draco's body, and he groaned as Harry rammed into him. Even with Harry fucking him from behind, Draco's mouth remained on Ginny's pussy, and she felt waves of gratification rise and fall over her.
She felt the orgasm build inside her, her nerves working as hard as Draco's mouth and Harry's cock. A long scream burst from her throat-
That's right, Gin, Draco's voice sounded in her mind. You know how much we like to hear you scream.
Harry's thrusting increased to nearly a superhuman speed, his hips bashing into Draco. He came with a harsh cry, nearly in time with Draco.
The two men detangled and slumped beside Ginny on the bed. She felt as if she was glowing, her nerves raw with the deep pleasure of her orgasm. The handcuffs were slick with sweat, and the once-cold iron was now warm against her skin.
Draco nuzzled up beside Ginny's pale, petite body, wrapping an arm around her tiny waist. Harry rested his head on Ginny's shoulder, unusually quiet and still.
Was that good? Harry asked to no one in particular, too exhausted to verbally speak.
Yes was the immediate, and only, reply.
-0-
The next day was Christmas Eve. A light snowfall was covering the city in a virginal white blanket. Ginny watched from her window, curled up in a thick quilt, as snowflakes fluttered down against the darkened sky, illuminated by the antique street lamps. It had been more than seven months since Harry had sired her, changing her life forever. The time had passed so quickly; it seemed it was only in quiet moments like these that Ginny could truly compare her new life with her old.
Draco had been right; the guilt and the shame she had felt after her first kill had faded. Perhaps it was the bloodlust, which blinded her to all except the need to feed; or perhaps she simply had gotten used to the idea of killing. After all, it wasn't as if she tortured her victims, or killed out of spite. She was a vampire, and she needed to eat.
"Hello, hello," Harry greeted her as Apparated into the sitting room, Draco following just behind him. He walked over to Ginny and kissed the top of her head. "Enjoying the snow, love?"
"Yes, it's beautiful," she replied absently. Ginny turned to look at Harry and Draco. "Did you find a good place for us to go hunting tonight?"
Harry and Draco shared a mischievous smirk; Ginny couldn't help but do so in return. "I think you'll find this place… very much to your liking," Harry told her.
-0-
The Coopers were an old wizarding family, whose manor was as old as their family line was pure. But amongst the magical community in London, they were best known for their parties, especially the Christmas Eve Masquerade Ball. A large evergreen on the Cooper Manor grounds had been magically transformed into a Christmas tree, trimmed with magic candles and singing sprites. Ginny and her boys Apparated just behind the tree, and watched as witches and wizards began to enter the house.
Ginny adjusted the many layers of her scarlet ballgown, before lifting her brightly-jeweled mask to her eyes. "Are you sure there's no guest list?" she asked.
Draco shook his head. He looked splendid in his Muggle tuxedo, as did Harry; his gray eyes were bright from behind his plain black mask. "Malcolm and Marjorie Cooper invite nearly the whole city to their Christmas party," he told her. "I'm sure we won't have a problem."
Harry lifted his mask, bedazzled with jewels and gold ribbon, to his face. "Come on. Let's go make merry." He offered his arm to Ginny, who accepted with a smile. He kissed her cheek before they made their way into the Manor, with Draco following behind.
The Cooper Manor was nearly as large as Draco's, but felt three times smaller, as the vampires navigated through the numerous partygoers, the string quartet playing "Silent Night", and the house elves passing trays of appetizers and cocktails. Harry grabbed three glasses of champagne from one tray and handed one to Draco and Ginny.
"What should we toast to?" he asked.
"Eternal life?" Ginny suggested dryly.
Draco's eyes roamed around the room hungrily. "How about the open bar put out right in front of us?"
Harry laughed. "Draco, you're a man after my own heart," he told him, patting his face affectionately. He raised his glass. "To a never-ending food supply."
"Here, here," Ginny murmured before she began to drank.
The threesome moved about the party discreetly, stopping often to talk to other guests, to dance, to eat. After an hour, Ginny's hunger began to grow, and every human in the room began to look like food.
Her eyes surveyed the crowd. She tended to go after persons around her own age; it never looked conspicuous to be seen with them, and they tasted the best, in Ginny's opinion. There was something youthful and lusty in their blood; the promises of a bright future, perhaps.
She moved into the parlor, where a group of wizards and witches in their early-to-mid-twenties were gathered, laughing and carrying on loudly. It was a fairly large group, and Ginny figured she could infiltrate them easily. It wouldn't take long to pull some foolish boy away with the promise of kisses under the mistletoe. But when she was about a meter away, Ginny froze.
She recognized two of those young wizards. Sitting on a plush red couch were Hermione and Ron. Hermione wore a turquoise ball gown; her mask of peacock feathers sat in her lap. A lanky red-haired man sat beside her, one arm looped around her shoulders. He may have had a plain black mask on, but Ginny would've recognized her brother's freckled face anywhere.
What if they recognize me? she thought, horrified. But Ginny reconsidered. Why would they? I'm still considered a Missing Person by the Ministry. Why would I suddenly reappear at a Christmas party? Besides that, her bejeweled mask went a long way in preserving her identity.
Still, there was no sense in tempting fate. Ginny maneuvered through the parlor back into the living room. There, she caught the eye of a lonely-looking man with a tight black ponytail, who alternated between looking at the partygoers glumly, and staring out the window. He couldn't have been any more than twenty years old.
When the boy caught her eye, Ginny smiled, unleashing her pheromones. A dozen or so of the closest humans turned to look at her appreciatively, feeling the effects of her power. But only the boy moved from his safe spot beside the front window towards Ginny.
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I caught your name," he said as he approached her.
"Molly," she lied; it was the name she had been using all night. "And yours?"
"Eric."
After a few minutes of conservation and heavy flirting, Eric was leading Ginny through the crowds, into the servants' quarters. The room was much cooler and quieter, as well as empty: all the house elves were still serving food and drink to the guests.
"You know this house pretty well," she remarked.
Eric smiled. "Well, seeing as it is my parents', I don't know how I couldn't."
Ginny blanched. "You're a Cooper?"
The boy nodded, and Ginny hesitated. She hadn't planned on killing the host's son. But her hunger was growing, and reason and logic were becoming secondary to her need to feed.
Ginny turned on her charm, sending out more pheromones. "I suppose, then, you have no problems taking me here on your parents' floor, then?"
Eric nodded eagerly; a quick glance below the belt told Ginny that Eric probably would've been agreeable to taking her anywhere she suggested.
Ginny leaned into kiss him. Eric kissed back, and proceeded to push his tongue down her throat. She choked slightly, but continued to make out with Eric, pushing him against the wall. His hands roamed her body, squeezing every fleshy bit they could find.
"That feels nice," he whispered as Ginny began to kiss down his neck. He exhaled with a shudder- then, eyes suddenly opening, screamed.
Ginny couldn't be bothered with screaming. Pulling away from Eric's throat, she hit his forehead with her palm, bashing his head into the wall. He was instantly knocked unconscious. She drank without further interruption. The party continued, while the noise and commotion outside the door neatly covered up the screaming.
Where are you? she heard Draco ask.
I'm eating, she replied quickly. Ginny hated to be bothered when she fed; she closed her eyes, enjoying every drop of Eric's blood as it splashed over her tongue.
The door to the servants' room entered. Ginny opened her eyes and pulled away from his neck at the sound. But the fear left her eyes when she saw who had entered.
The vampire dropped his mask. "Isn't that the Coopers' son?" Draco inquired, raising a curious eyebrow. There was a definite flush to his face, telling Ginny he had fed within the last fifteen minutes.
"He is- or was, rather," Ginny replied flatly. She still had Eric gripped by the shirt collar; blood trickled out of the bite marks she had left.
Draco leaned against the wall, wearing his familiar boyhood expression of boredom and malaise. "Please, don't stop for my sake," he said, a smile forming. "I've already fed."
"Don't worry, I'm done," Ginny said, watching the color drain out of Eric's body. She ran her tongue across his neck, soaking up every last bit of blood. Ginny looked around, searching the room for a place to stash the body. Finding no good hiding spots, she dropped Eric where he had been standing.
"You've become quite the hunter." Draco's eyes ran up and down Ginny appreciatively. "I saw the way you lured him in- you were very good."
Ginny moved towards Draco, allowing him to place his hands on her waist, slightly sinking his arms into her flesh. The pressure of his body on hers was entrancing. His hands were warm, and Ginny knew that Draco had just fed. "Someone's a little giddy after dinner," she teased him gently, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes.
"Always. That's the beast taking over." Draco's voice was just above a whisper, but the intensity in his grey eyes made them as bright as silver. He drew Ginny closed, and her arms wrapped around his neck.
She shivered at his touch. It wasn't often that she and Draco were alone like this. Of course she shared her bed with both men, and the three of them all enjoyed their time together. But it seemed that it went without saying that Harry had the upper hand when it came to Ginny. She wasn't sure why- perhaps because she and Harry had been together during their mortal lives, or perhaps it was because he was Draco and Ginny's sire.
Nevertheless, Ginny didn't think like that anymore. Being Harry's girlfriend during their time at Hogwarts was worlds away from their relationship now. Both Draco and Harry were her lovers now; and while Ginny had been unsure of the relationship at first, it appeared that all parties were satisfied.
"The beast?" she repeated blankly.
"It's like when a werewolf transforms and it wants to kill. You hunger for blood… you hunt… and once you quench that hunger, you feel powerful. You need more- to feed again, to fight, to fuck…" He trailed off, his eyes running over every inch of Ginny.
It was the red hair, Draco decided. So bright and rich, it made him imagine all things fresh and ripe. She's like a strawberry, ready to be plucked, he thought. Draco's cock swelled in appreciation as he thought of plucking Ginny.
Ginny, so entranced by Draco, nodded wordlessly. A smile curled onto his face when he saw he had a captive audience. "I remember when you were afraid of what you had become. You're certainly not afraid now."
"I have you and Harry to thank for that," she told him huskily, her eyes locked on his full, pale lips. Ginny could feel "the beast" growing inside her, still hungry for something…
He laughed quietly. "You can thank me anytime you like."
Her dark eyes lit up. "Can I?"
The servants' room door swung open. "Binny, why haven't the crudités- what the hell is this?" an angry woman exclaimed. Draco and Ginny turned to the door, to find a furious-looking woman in her early 50s standing there, clad in a black ball gown and diamond-studded mask. "Who are you two?"
But her fury turned to horror when Madame Cooper laid her eyes upon the body of her dead son. "Eric!" she shrieked, before turning a murderous gaze on Draco and Ginny.
In that split second, Draco leapt upon the woman, tearing her throat with his teeth. Madame Cooper struggled as the vampire pinned her to the ground, but he was far too strong for her. Ginny watched as her eyelids fluttered shut and her limbs went slack.
"Ginny!" she heard someone call angrily. She pulled her eyes away from Draco. In the open doorway stood Harry, his teeth clenched. "What the hell is this?"
"I fed from her son. Draco attacked her when she opened the door," she said in a breathless rush. Harry's look of anger only deepened.
"Christ almighty- let's get out of here before they start with the torches and pitchforks," he spat, grabbing Draco by the collar. The pale vampire leapt off of Madame Cooper, his lips still covered in blood. The three Apparated back to their apartment.
Ginny flopped down on the living room window seat the moment she reformed. "That was close," she said.
"That was stupid," Harry snapped, looking at Ginny. "Why would you feed from the host's son?"
"I… I was hungry," she admitted, forcing herself to look into his cold green eyes. "But I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."
Harry turned to Draco, shaking his head. "And you- you should've known better. Why kill another human and bring more trouble upon us?"
"I did what I thought I had to," Draco replied brusquely, sneering like the pompous, spoiled brat he'd once been. "I'd rather kill one woman to prevent a whole crowd of people from finding out about the vampires in the servants' quarters."
"And I would kill many, many more, just because I think it's fun," Harry snapped back. "But what if someone else had seen you- just leaving the door open like that? You careless idiot!"
"It doesn't matter, does it?" The boys turned to Ginny, who still sat on the window seat, looking at them both with a level-headed gaze. "It's not like the police are going to find us."
Harry gritted his teeth, annoyed with Ginny's lack of understanding of the vampire world. "It's not police I'm worried about, love. Aurors."
The word settled upon Ginny's shoulders like a boulder. She was confident in her vampire abilities, but she was still young, and her powers had a long way to go. The last thing she wanted was to go up against an Auror- or twelve.
"If they can trace our Apparition, we're screwed. We need to leave tonight," Harry declared, looking at his two mates. "Pack whatever you want to take with you." He began to move towards the bedroom, presumably to collect his things.
"We're not going to discuss this?" Draco asked incredulously. "Where are we even going?"
Harry stopped just before he reached the bedroom door, looking thoughtful. "Malfoy Manor's still empty, isn't it? Save those house elves who couldn't get over the grief of their master drinking himself to death." His mouth twitched into a momentary smile. "We'll go there."
It was clear that with every word Harry said, Draco was getting more and more irate. "Who are you to make all these decisions?" He suddenly moved towards Harry, his canines beginning to lengthen as if to feed. "You may be our sire, but you're only a few months older than Ginny and me. You're really no more powerful than we are."
Draco's grey eyes met Harry's green ones; they were both freshly fed, and Ginny could sense that "the beast" was roaring inside both of them. That was why she chose to stay out of it. At this point, Ginny didn't care where they went, as long as it meant they were far, far away from this awful Muggle flat.
Harry narrowed his eyes and bared his fangs with a growl. In a flash of movement, Draco was against the wall.
Harry had one hand on Draco's throat, pinning him to the wall; the other, a wooden stake. Ginny looked over at the dining room table, where a chair had collapsed to the floor; one of its legs had been broken off.
"You picked a very bad time to grow a pair," his sire told him with a whisper, something murderous in his eyes.
Ginny leapt up from her seat. "Harry, stop!" she exclaimed, running up to him. She stopped about a foot away; she didn't want to jostle Harry and have him accidentally kill Draco.
As Draco struggled to remain entirely still, Harry's mind appeared to be elsewhere. "Have you ever had an Auror hunt you down?" he asked him.
"No, I haven't. You know that, Harry." Draco said, as calmly as possible.
"I was one, so I know. We're relentless. There's no mercy for certain magical creatures, especially if they're suspected of a crime. It took a team of six about, oh, five minutes, to kill twice as many vampires on our first hunt. I didn't understand how cruel I had been, until after I was turned. Hours after I rose, a team of Aurors arrived in Romania- a search party, looking for me. They invaded my sire's house during the day, and they staked him. They set him on fire first, to torture him. I hid from them beneath the bed.
"I hadn't fed by that point," Harry said distantly. The gaze in his eyes was foggy. Ginny knew he could see every image he described in his mind's eye. Suddenly he broke out into a delusional, happy smile. "After they killed my sire, one Auror stayed behind, to make sure the house was empty. I ripped him apart. He didn't even look human when I was finished with him. I escaped, but just barely…"
Harry's eyes dropped to his stake, and he looked at it as if its proximity to Draco's chest was a surprise. He let it fall out of his hand, and it slid beside the fireplace. "I'm sorry," he said anxiously, his hands shaking, looking between Draco and Ginny with confusion. "I-"
"It's all right," Draco said slowly, moving for the first time in minutes from where he had been pinned. He ran his hand along Harry's pallid cheek, kissing it tenderly. Harry's eyes closed painfully. "You're all right."
"We'll go wherever you want to go," Ginny promised him, taking his hands in hers. "Wherever you think we'll be safe."
"Malfoy Manor has layers and layers of protection spells," Harry said in the same nervous voice. Draco nodded. "We'll be safe from Aurors there."
"If that's what you want, that's where we'll go," Draco told him.
They left for Malfoy Manor that night.