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Title: Do Vampires Cuddle?
Summary: Harry is bitten by a vampire at the start of his fifth year. After being given an experimental potion, he is given the all clear by the healers, but then finds he has unexpected urges. Urges which feature Draco Malfoy. Rated M for sexual situations, Harry/Draco slash, dub-con.
Warning: I have made the age of consent in the wizarding world 15, 2 years below the age of legal adulthood, which matches the equivalent difference between 16 and 18 in the Muggle world. This means they are not underage in their own jurisdiction, but they would be in ours. If you dislike this idea, then you would probably prefer not to read this story.
He didn't look up as the door opened and closed again. He couldn't bear to think of the expression he would see on Dumbledore's face. Even if he had 'only' fed off Malfoy and used the unwilling boy for sex, it was bad enough. And it could be so very much worse. He kept his head down, until he looked up he could pretend to himself that this wasn't happening.
"Harry" Dumbledore's voice was unexpectedly gentle. "Harry I know you must be feeling very confused right now, and you are not alone in that, but we need to talk." A pause to give him the opportunity to respond. "Harry, the results of your tests are rather inconclusive, and what Draco has told us is... unusual. I think it would be a good idea if we brought him in and you can provide more details. The healers have some questions for you both, and I think it best if they hear both your versions of events together."
Harry kept his head down. Dumbledore hadn't told him the only thing that mattered. Just how badly had he hurt Draco? He couldn't face being in the same room as him if he had crossed over to such irredeemable evil.
"Is Draco..." he couldn't even bear to say it. "Is he... all right?"
"Draco is in good health. His mood is not perhaps at its sunniest." A long pause, then finally "Draco shows absolutely no signs of having been attacked by a vampire, if that is what you are asking"
Harry's head jerked up. "Not... not at all? I didn't bite him?"
"You seemed quite adamant earlier that you had not, and could not. You were perhaps having some doubts?"
Harry nodded. "I wondered if I... if I had done something and forgotten... deliberately forgotten." He sighed in relief. "He's pissed off with me?" An angry Draco he could live with. It would be disappointing, but he could face being hated, considering the alternative.
"I'm sure he will not hesitate to tell you himself, but I would say he is indeed pissed off, mainly at the fact that you made no mention of any risks before the two of you... allowed your relationship to develop."
Harry frowned. Unless Dumbledore was taking his fondness for euphemism to new heights, that was an odd way to refer to abduction and rape.
"But now, I think that any further discussion would be best carried out directly. As I say, the healers are keen to understand what happened last night, and rather more importantly what did not happen, and it would be better if the two of you could speak openly in front of each other and the healers. You may decide whether Professor Snape and or myself should be present, though I should warn you that I will most likely be given a report on the conclusions reached even if I do not attend."
Harry blushed. If he was going to talk openly about what he had done to Malfoy, it would be difficult with Dumbledore and Snape hearing every word. Bad enough to know there would be a report, but at least he would not have to see the looks on their faces. "I... think I'd rather it was just the healers, sir" he said quietly.
"Of course Harry. I'll make the arrangements"
Soon Harry, Draco, and the three healers were all in the room, the professors having gone. Snape had glared at Harry with every appearance of disgust before he left, but that was not unusual. Nor was the simmering resentment in Draco Malfoy's face. That was oddly reassuring in fact - Draco was pissed off at him for something he had done. The two of them were being asked to account for their actions. Punishment would doubtless follow, though only for him. He would make it clear that Draco had been acting under his influence throughout. Draco would doubtless be mad at that too, not wanting to come out of this looking like a helpless victim, but that could not be avoided. Life would go on, for Draco at least. It was a mess, but he would do what he could to clear it up.
He waited calmly for the healers' questions.
"Harry... is it all right if I call you Harry?" the bearded healer asked. He nodded - considering the personal stuff he was going to have to talk about, they might as well go with first names. "We already have Draco's account of what happened between you, starting from your potions class yesterday afternoon, and some comments from Professors Snape and Dumbledore about what happened when they found you this morning, but there are aspects which are unclear, specially given your most recent test results. We'd like you to talk us through it, from your own point of view, and we'll ask questions as necessary." Harry nodded again, it was fair enough what they were asking. But he blushed at the thought of what he would end up having to tell them.
The healer apparently noticed his blush, as he continued "Please don't feel too uncomfortable about the more personal aspects. We may need to ask you to be quite precise at times, but that's because things may be important from a medical perspective, and not because we want to pry."
Harry nodded again "OK. What do you want to know?"
"A little background first. You felt quite normal when you left the hospital wing yesterday afternoon? You reported an increased sense of smell, but no other symptoms?"
"None. I felt totally normal. I didn't react to anything when the healer tested me."
"And when did that change?"
Harry considered. "In Potions class, the smells were very strong, not just the potion we were making but lots of other smells, ingredients, old potions, Parvati's perfume. And then Draco walked past my desk and he smelt gorgeous. And I... I wanted... I didn't know what I wanted, except to be close to him. So I spoke to him after class and persuaded him to come somewhere we could be alone"
Draco was glaring at him.
"How did you persuade him?" Harry looked at him in confusion. The healer continued "By all accounts the two of you were not friends, in fact there had always been animosity between you, but you said or did something that made Draco go with you to a place there would be no witnesses. How did you do that?"
The healers were obviously very keen to hear his answer, but he had no real explanation. He tried to recall just what he had said or done. "I, um, I said he could trust me, that I wouldn't harm him" He frowned, it sounded unconvincing.
"And could he?"
"Huh?"
"Could Draco trust you?"
"Yes of course, I didn't want to hurt him. I just wanted to be alone with him." He blushed. Why was Draco glaring fit to burst? Was it so awful to have trusted someone, just once? "So I took him to the Room of Requirement, and we sat and talked on the couch. Then I convinced him to let me kiss him."
"No!" Draco shouted over Harry. "He didn't 'convince me' of anything. I wanted him to kiss me. I've wanted him to kiss me for ages." He blushed and shut his mouth firmly, crossing his arms and sinking deeper into his seat with a scowl.
"Um, what?" Harry was confused.
"You heard me" Draco muttered.
"Since when?"
"Since Christmas, if you must know. Since I saw you trying to cop a feel off Alicia Spinnet under the mistletoe."
"Oh. I didn't know anyone else saw that, except Dean and Seamus of course. That's why I did it."
Draco was looking at him uncomprehendingly.
"I mean, I wanted them to see me making a grab at a girl. I thought they might be funny about sharing a room with me if I didn't, you know, want to grab girls. So I figured if they thought I was chasing one way above my league they wouldn't think it was odd that I wasn't going after any of the others."
"Are all Gryffindors weird, or is it just you? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
The senior healer gave a quiet cough, and both Draco and Harry blushed and stopped talking. That really wasn't what they were here to discuss.
"Moving along... things progressed from kissing and you both climaxed. Then..."
Harry interrupted. "Um, no" He stared at a spot on the floor. "Draco did but I didn't. Not then"
If there was a world championship for glaring, Draco would certainly get a medal...
"Did you feel physically aroused?"
He shook his head, avoiding Draco's eyes. "I mosly, um, wantedtolickhim" he ran the words together in his rush to get them out before he changed his mind.
"Wanted to... lick... him?"
He nodded, blushing furiously.
"He smelt so good, I thought he would taste even better. That's sort of why I kissed him. But then he was really enjoying it so I... made sure he ... you know, got there. And then he would have left, but I wanted more, so I conv... um, that is, I was pretty sure from my point of view that I convinced him to stay and do more" He tried a little smile at Draco and the glare faded. Yep, he definitely didn't like Harry claiming the credit for getting him to do stuff. Harry was starting to doubt his memory again. Maybe Draco had been up for it all along?
"So, your focus continued to be on licking at this stage?"
Harry nodded. "He tasted delicious... salty, musk, spice... you know that spice they mix with sugar and put on buns? Draco tastes of that, specially where he's warm. I just had to peel him to get to it, so I peeled the top half, and his underarms tasted good but I knew there was more, so I peeled off his trousers too and just licked and licked and..." his voice trailed away at the memory, then he realised where he was and blushed furiously. The healers were looking at him in some surprise, and Draco was open-mouthed at his description, his eyes wide open too.
"Anyway, um, he tasted good so I licked him. A lot" he finished rapidly.
"O...K... Apart from the flavour, which was clearly important, was there anything else prompting your actions at this stage?"
Harry knew a leading question when he heard one. They knew there was more to it than that. They knew what he had wanted, or at least they suspected they did. He was tempted to lie, but they needed to know. If the potion didn't work, if it just masked the symptoms and left him a danger to others then he couldn't lie to hide that from them.
"His pulse was racing" Harry continued quietly. "There were blood vessels pounding just under the surface, against my tongue. It felt... right... to be able to feel his pulse like that. And I wanted more, I wanted... I wanted my mouth to be full of hot salty liquid. I think... I might have considered... but, but then... I licked... and that was even saltier, and I knew there was more inside if I just... sucked." He blushed. He could feel the blood so close in his memory, he could so very easily have chosen differently.
He hung his head. "I think it wouldn't have been impossible for me to have decided to bite him. I was conscious of his blood, his pulse, and I felt a hunger I can't describe and couldn't control."
"But, when you could have made either choice, you sucked rather than bit?" It was the grey-haired healer, asking a question directly for the first time.
Harry nodded. "Once I'd tasted... there... I didn't think about blood again. It tasted... right. And once he... once I had my mouth full, it tasted better than anything I could ever have imagined, and I felt incredibly happy and contented."
"So..." the other healer continued "the taste of preseminal fluid and then semen overcame any desire you might have been feeling for the taste of blood?"
"Um, yes, it felt like, why would I want blood when there was something so much better, right there"
The healer nodded, clearly Harry's answers confirmed something for him.
"All right Harry" it was the usual one again "What happened after that?"
"We... cuddled for a bit. Then I, er, that is we, um..." He took a deep breath and made a decision. "The rest of it isn't about blood or vampires or anything like that. I just got horny and Draco was naked, and we ended up in the bed and then we slept for a while." If Draco didn't want to admit he'd been 'convinced' into any of the earlier stuff, he surely didn't want him to say it about what they'd ended up doing either.
"You experienced normal physical arousal after the oral desire had been satisfied?" Grey-hair did seem to want to be precise about these things.
Harry nodded. "Yes. That was the first time I felt that way, since we started."
"And since then, have your urges been normal?"
He blushed and nodded.
"And if you notice Draco's scent now, how do you react to that?"
He shrugged, he hadn't really noticed it for a while.
"Perhaps Draco would agree to a small test?"
Draco was wearing his 'polite and helpful' expression now, and smiled sweetly at the healer. "Of course sir, how can I help?"
"If you could just approach where Harry is sitting. That's right. A little closer. And Harry, can you recognise Draco's particular scent above others in the room?"
Harry breathed in deeply. He could smell Draco distinctly, hay and flowers and spice. He smelt nice and fresh, just as he always did, but Harry felt no immediate desire to get those clothes off and put his tongue anywhere personal. He shrugged again. "He smells nice - how do you do that by the way, I know I need a shower - but it doesn't make me feel funny"
"And what about sexual desire?"
Harry blushed. "I'm in a room full of people! I do have some standards you know." Did they think he was going to jump Draco right there in front of them? "Anyway" he blushed "I'm pretty sure Draco's too mad at me to even consider that subject."
Draco gave another saccharine smile and said "Well, in the spirit of research..." then sat down in Harry's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and gave him a passionate kiss.
He stood up with another of those false smiles, and said "Well, I think we can report that as a positive result" before returning to his own seat, leaving Harry feeling hot and flustered.
He glared over at Malfoy. That was totally unfair.
The bearded healer was talking again. "So, we have established that Harry was experiencing a powerful physical desire, prompted at least partially by scent. This desire was satisfied by drinking semen, after which he began to experience normal sexual desire again. Currently there is no recurrence of the unusual desire, but normal sexual desire continues to occur."
Glaring continued to occur as well. Harry had to tear his attention away from his irritation at Draco to look back at the healer.
"Now Harry, we need to consider the events of this morning"
Harry frowned. Nothing much else had happened this morning, had it?
"I went to get breakfast. I bumped into Dumbledore. He wanted to see Draco so we went back up. I woke Draco and we came here. That's about it I think."
"That does rather gloss over some important facts though, doesn't it Harry?"
"Does it?" he was confused, the important stuff had all happened last night surely.
"Well, let's go through it step by step, shall we? When you left to get breakfast, you told Draco to stay asleep?"
"Yes. I thought he'd be unhappy if he woke and I wasn't there, so I told him to stay asleep till I got back"
"And that was very effective, wasn't it? When Professor Dumbledore tried to wake him there was no response, but he woke as soon as you told him to."
Harry frowned, and glanced at Draco before replying. "I, um, I know Draco doesn't like me saying that I convinced him to do things. But... well... I did. I told him he could trust me and he trusted me. I told him to stay asleep and he stayed asleep. I don't know why it worked."
The healers glanced between themselves. "It's called vampiric compulsion, Harry. It's one of the ways that vampires persuade their victims to comply"
"Oh" Harry's heart sank. They were getting to it at last. He was a vampire.
The female healer spoke "You reported it yourself Harry. You told me that when you were attacked, the vampire stared at you and you felt unable to struggle. You simply became passive, because he gave you no specific instructions. But if he had told you to do something, like accompany him to somewhere secluded, or go to sleep, then you would have obeyed"
He glanced at Draco, who was looking nauseous.
He hung his head. He had known that he was persuading Draco to do something he wouldn't normally do, but it hadn't occurred to him that he was forcing him to comply, to obey, to completely give up his normal willpower.
"So... if I stared at any of you, you'd go passive like that? And I could order you to do things?"
They exchanged worried looks, and he hurriedly continued "I wouldn't, of course I wouldn't. I just... wondered"
"Perhaps we should examine that theory?" Grey-hair did like precision...
A quick test was thought up. Harry would stare at the bearded healer and see if he would go passive, then order him to pick up a book from the table. The healer knew what he would be ordered to do, and would try to resist any feeling of compulsion to do it.
After several attempts, with all the healers, Harry was quite sure he had no ability to compel others to obey him. They all resolutely failed to pick up the book, and did not report any feelings of helplessness or passivity.
Finally, the test was repeated with Draco. But again, nothing. No passivity, no obedience. Harry was quietly pleased - whatever had been happening had not been vampiric compulsion. Perhaps Draco was just a heavy sleeper.
But then, just as they were ready to give up the test, Harry remembered the odd quality his voice had taken on at times. That had been missing from the tests.
There was a temptation to just keep quiet about it, but again Harry couldn't just do that. It was all very well him possibly having this ability, he would be wary of it now. But what about the next person the potion was used on - if the healers had no idea this could happen, they couldn't alter the potion to prevent it, or warn the person to be careful or even keep an eye on them.
The tests were tried again, but Harry could not get his voice to do that again towards any of the healers.
Finally he tried Draco again, staring at him, ordering him to pick up the book. Nothing. That echoey tone just wouldn't come. Then he tried a final test, one Draco wasn't expecting, or the healers either. "You want to kiss me" The echo lingered even as Draco wrapped a hand around the back of Harry's head and pulled him in for a kiss.
Then Draco was blushing and apologising to the healers, stammering that he had just been getting bored with the orders to pick up a book and decided to do something more interesting instead.
The healers exchanged a look. Harry hung his head.
"So, what made that test different Harry?"
"I think, um, maybe, because it's something I wanted him to do. I didn't really want any of you to go passive or pick up that bloody book. Maybe I can only compel people if I actually want it?"
Another round of tests - this time trying to get the healers to throw all of their notes in the rubbish bin, on the basis that Harry really did wish they would do just that. His voice took on that echo, and each of them looked a little confused for a moment, but then they focussed again and refused.
Then back to Draco, who continued to assert that he had been wanting to kiss Harry anyway. It was trickier to find something that Harry wanted him to do but he didn't want himself, but they finally settled on opening the window - Harry felt the room was stuffy and would be better for some air, Draco liked it warm. It was a fairly trivial thing to test on, but they couldn't come up with anything else for now.
Harry put all of his effort into telling Draco to open the window, and his voice echoed amazingly in his ears.
But Draco resolutely refused to even go near the window, let alone open it.
In the end, the tentative conclusion was that Harry had acquired some minor ability to compel others, but only when they wanted to do what he asked anyway, or at least felt neutral about it. He felt relieved, in a way both he and Draco had been telling the truth - he had perhaps encouraged Draco to trust him, and to go along with his suggestions, but Draco had already had those feelings towards Harry and had been happy to put his qualms aside and go for it.
Harry smiled at the healers once they had reached their conclusion. "OK then, so I like certain tastes, and I can persuade people to do things that they want to do in any case. That all sounds fine then, doesn't it? I mean I'm not exactly a danger to anyone."
One of those looks between them again. Harry's heart sank. "So what else did I do that worries you?"
"A few more things, to be honest. Freeing yourself from magical bonds, hyper-motion - that is, moving at very high speeds, and wandless magic."
He looked from one to other of them, confused. "Really? When did I do any of that?"
"This morning. Professor Snape performed a binding spell when you entered the room, to ensure there was no further threat to Draco's safety. You freed yourself from it and moved across the room within a fraction of a second".
Harry's memory brought back the image of Snape's disbelieving face as coils of rope fell to the ground, and the slowness with which both Snape and Dumbledore had turned towards him as he reached Draco on the bed.
"And the wandless magic...?"
"You levitated Draco's clothes across the room without using your wand."
Oh yes, he had just sort of waved at them and they had floated over.
"You said earlier about odd test results as well?" Might as well get all the bad news in one go.
"Yes, you test positive for several changes which have previously been found in vampires, but negative for others."
"So the potion stopped some of the changes, but others got through. Or... I'm changing, but slowly, and they haven't all arrived yet." His voice was very flat. He'd been so sure he wasn't a vampire, and now it looked like he was going to have to wait to know if he was going to develop further abilities or not. And whether he was going to become a danger to the whole school.
If he could move very fast, and free himself from magical bonds, and possibly order people to do things, then he was going to be a terrible danger to everyone.
"How... how do we deal with this? Should I be in Azkaban? Or some other island in the middle of nowhere? How do we stop me from hurting people?"
"From what we have found with the potion in previous cases, a stable and familiar environment is best. The first cases we treated were kept at the hospital, later ones at home, and those responded better. It seems that keeping to normal routines and relationships helps reduce the complications. But monitoring will have to be increased. We can show your school matron how to check for the changes which you have not yet experienced. And... I will be recommending greater control over your movements at the next full moon."
Harry nodded, he would agree to whatever controls were necessary.
"If it is any consolation, we have never seen new complications arise beyond the second full moon after the attack, so if you get through the next one unchanged then we can be reasonably sure that your condition is stable"