The Trophy Room
Chapter 7
Draco stood amongst the piles of desiccated paper in the room's ebony library. It seemed a bit excessive for the room to have its own library. Even more shocking, there were books in a room Potter arranged, and they weren't all about Quidditch. Not that it mattered anymore, as the books were in tatters on the floor.
Draco huffed in frustration and pushed his fringe back off his face.
This would be so much simpler with a slicing charm, so much more satisfying. Draco thought mildly.
But mild thoughts wouldn't do, oh no. Draco was having trouble maintaining a destructive rampage without magic. Rampaging the muggle way took effort! Draco would have stopped for a break every few minutes if he hadn't upturned the couch. He found himself snacking on the caramels Potter bought, just to give himself a hit of sugar to keep his energy up.
The decadent black bed would have been tempting for a rest, were it not the scene of Draco's defilement. As it turns out, sex takes a lot of energy out of you, and if Draco weren't so busy rampaging he would probably take a nap.
Surprisingly, it was the effort it took to think angry thoughts that was most tiring for Draco. He'd never had trouble thinking angry thoughts before. Now he kept having to remind himself why he was angry each time he paused, usually panting and worked up into a complete lack of decorum, and wondered why he bothered.
So far he hadn't broken anything that could cause him harm though. Draco didn't much like the thought of being injured or incapacitated when Potter came back for him.
Judging by the way Potter practically flew into the room to check Draco over, the vampire probably expected to see Draco covered in torrents of his own blood. Potter looked slightly disappointed when he saw Draco was fine.
"You're not hurt." Potter frowned, puzzled.
"Let go of me." Draco scowled, shrugging Potter's hands off his shoulders.
"What happened to your room?" Harry asked.
"It was ravaged by a magical cyclone. What do you think happened?" Draco backed away from the concerned vampire, again reminding himself to be angry.
"I was worried about you. Why did you break everything?" Harry stepped forward, again invading Draco's personal space.
"Because I don't want to be here." Draco said, his tone indicating how stupid he thought Harry's question was. "I would think it would be obvious."
"You're just not used to this." Harry said, waving his hand casually. With the wave, the destroyed furniture reassembled and righted, effectively undoing Draco's previous hour and a half of anger-fuelled effort. "If you relax more you may just enjoy your time with me."
Seeing his destructive masterpiece banished with a careless wave, Draco found it easy to call upon his fluctuating anger.
"What the hell did you do that for! Do you know how hard it is to destroy a room without magic?" Draco fumed, his face flushing indignantly.
Harry blinked, then his lips stretched once again into the emphatically bemused expression. Grinning at his charge, his arms shot out to wrap tightly around the blonde, pulling him to Harry's chest with no wiggle room to escape.
"You're cute." Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to Draco's blonde head of hair. Draco stiffened when his captor grabbed him, but reacted upon hearing the familiar endearment, twisting and pulling his body from the vampire's grip, trying in vain to evade the hug.
"Let go of meee!" Draco whinged.
"Apparently I was wrong to leave you alone today." Harry told Draco, blissfully ignoring his protesting struggles. "You must have been feeling vulnerable, and needed someone to talk to. If I talked to you sooner and made myself clear you wouldn't have been so afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you Potter." Draco mumbled snidely into Harry's shoulder.
"Good. You should love me, not fear me."
Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes at how falsely dramatic Potter sounded. "I don't love you either." He griped.
The Gryffindor merely tightened his arms around the blonde and hugged him fiercely, as if crushing the love into Draco. The blonde's struggles had stopped, but that didn't mean Harry's plan was working.
"You're suffocating me Potter." Draco's voice was muffled through the fabric of Harry's chest, his arms hanging limply in the embrace, resigning himself to it in a way, although he swore quite vehemently earlier that he would never allow the Gryffindor to touch him again.
Leading Draco to the lounge room, once again in perfect order right down to the onyx bowl of caramels on the coffee table, Harry ushered his prize onto the couch. Gentle hands and fingers organized Draco's limbs as though he were a rag doll. The blonde merely glared at his captor, regaining his breath surreptitiously as he did so.
Harry arranged himself next to Draco on the couch, making effort to depict a casual and non threatening posture. His eyebrows were tilted into what Harry imagined was the expression of a 'concerned listener'.
"Are you mentally ill?" Draco questioned caustically.
"No. Why?" Harry replied, his tilted brows knotting together.
Draco buried his face in his hands. Harry took this as a cue to sweep Draco into his arms again.
"See, I knew you were feeling vulnerable. You must have been lonely, in here all by yourself. Is that why you tore apart the room? You can tell me." Harry uttered soothingly, stroking Draco's hair.
"You have got to be the dumbest vampire I've ever had the displeasure of meeting, Potter." Draco mumbled into Harry's chest, the absurdness of the situation overwhelming him.
"Met many vampires, have you?" Harry's eyes narrowed as he picked up on the snark in his trophy's tone. Draco scowled and said nothing, unwilling to admit that his first encounter with a vampire was at a children's party and had him wetting his pants. It would not do to recall such a thing.
Harry shifted, trying to catch Draco's eye, but Draco scowled and edged away, looking to the floor.
"This vampire thing is really bothering you, isn't it?" Harry questioned in a soft voice. Draco's cheeks fused with colour, embarrassed that Potter was now pitying him on top of everything else.
"Hey, I'm still the same Harry Potter you know and love." Harry pressed with a jaunty grin.
"Knew and loathed." Draco replied stubbornly.
"And hey," Potter continued as if Draco hadn't spoken. "All this time we'll be spending in here we can get to know each other all over again."
"Well Potter, you should know that I don't like being continually hugged by rapist vampires." Draco sneered and tried to push out of Harry's arms. Harry frowned and let him go.
"And now it's another thing." Harry frowned to himself. "You just aren't content with being happy are you? There's always something for you to complain about."
"Complain? Potter, you raped me! Magical vampire powers aside, I was perfectly clear that I was not willing. You expect me to just conveniently brush this aside? I have rights, you know!" Draco sat up pompously on the couch, trying to sit higher than Harry.
"I was perfectly clear that you're mine now Malfoy." Harry stood up, looming over Draco as his voice hardened dangerously. "It would do for you to accept that."
"I thought you said we were going to talk!" Draco panicked, his voice going up an octave as he shrunk away from the imposing vampire.
"Well, I just had a talk with the school board. As far as they're concerned, you are now my property. They aren't going to interfere. No one is. The only rights you have are the ones I give you." Harry's steely disposition shocked even Harry, who swore he would keep a level head and remain calm. But Malfoy always provoked strong reactions for Harry.
"No they ... no!" Draco blinked, his eyes flickering around the room once more for some kind of escape, the small amount of hope they contained draining rapidly. "They can't. It ... it isn't fair!"
"It is. I get what I want, and you'll realise soon enough what you really want Draco." Harry's disposition shifted again, from stoic and determined to ravenous to the point which Harry practically purred Draco's name.
The words sent a throb of dread to Draco's head and a throb of heat to his groin. Draco froze, motionless, trying to exact what this new feeling means, even when Potter prowled forward and pressed Draco into the couch, boxing him in with his body.
Draco was still trying to figure out why he felt so hot all of a sudden. Why his pulse leaped and his skin flushed and his mind yearned to submit with the simple utterance of his name.
Potter's hands trailed through his hair, curving round the nape of Draco's neck. He pressed his cheek to Draco's forehead, inhaling the sweet scent that was meant for Harry. He could feel Draco shiver but it felt like something different this time.
"Draco." Harry repeated, the second shiver confirming his suspicions that the blonde was indeed warming up to him.
Well, he was a little brat when I was nice to him. Perhaps a little force was all I needed. Harry mused. Maybe he likes it when I'm mean to him. It explains why he likes his father so much.
"Y-you ... I – what are you doing to me?" Draco's voice came out weak, whispered again. It seemed his conviction was tied to his voice, and he'd lost both.
Harry ran his thumbs down the side of Draco's neck, feeling his pulse beat steady. Sliding his lips along Draco's forehead, he pressed a kiss to his brow, nose and cheek before moving steadily to his ear and whispering, his lips brushing up against the shell.
"Whatever I want."
Draco shivered, his breath coming out in pants and his eyelashes fluttering. Draco knew what he wanted, and it seemed to Harry that he'd let him take it.
Licking a long stripe down Draco's neck, Harry inhaled and luxuriated in the scent. The hands that were pushing him away now clung weakly to the fabric of Harry's shirt. The sound of Draco's heartbeat was melodious and filled with the constant yearning, now tinged with confusion and want.
Harry smiled against the blonde boy's neck, the feeling of Draco struggling to restrain his actions almost as amusing as his tantalizing heartbeat. The wicked grin expanded as Harry paused, anticipating what Draco would do next.
He thinks I'm a rapist. Harry mused. Well the next move shall be his, and I will certainly encourage his progress.
Pausing with his lips on the swanlike curve of Draco's neck, Harry waited. Draco's heartbeat fluttered, and his shallow breathing played softly as Harry waited for the blonde boy to react. Like a startled deer, Draco had frozen, but sure enough, after assimilating to the position he was in, Draco started to move.
While looking at the chandelier, catching his breath as he waited for the vampire to make his move, Draco felt lost in the sudden heat flaring through his body. He could feel Potter's cold lips on his neck, and the sensation had him shivering with anticipation.
As the seconds ticked by, Draco frowned and tilted his head to peek down at the vampire. Harry was just waiting there, his pink lips twisted into a smirk as they pressed against Draco's neck, lashes covering the green eyes as the Gryffindor stared, either at Draco's pulse or his collar.
Confused, Draco squirmed a little, hoping to entice the vampire into action without claiming the blame. After all, it was Potter who wanted this. Draco was merely the helpless victim here.
Squirming a little more, Draco's hands fidgeted on the fabric of Harry's robes. His squirming elongated his neck, almost as an offering, when clearly the poor Slytherin simply wanted to get away.
"Did you want something Draco?" Potter asked pleasantly, his eyes closed now, his words barely a hum against the Slytherin's neck.
There was a momentary pause, then Draco's response came with theatrical vehemence.
"N-no! Not from you. I don't want anything from a horrid vampire like you! E-except maybe t-to get off me! Get off me, you ... you Potter!"
Harry's lips stretched into a smirk, caressing Draco's neck. "Riiiiiight." He replied. Leaning back slightly, he surveyed the flustered blonde, still pinned beneath him, his pale cheeks flushed with pink as his eyes looked vaguely irate.
"So." Harry's eyes lingered over the blonde's face a moment longer, listening to the expectant tone of his heartbeat as he wavered in anticipation. Harry smiled at Draco. "Do you want a caramel?"
Anger flared into bright grey eyes at the flippant suggestion of a caramel. Mouth opening for a furious tirade, Draco started.
"How could you possibly thi- "
He was cut off by the impassive vampire placing a finger over his lips.
"Ah, ah. Inside voice." Harry imperiously reminded the blonde.
Stunned, Draco didn't know what to do, and fell silent with the offsetting correction, leaving the vampire to grin wider at the bewildered expression on the blonde's face.
"Do you want something to eat?" Harry questioned, his voice level and low. "Or have you already eaten? And if not a caramel, then maybe something different for dessert?"
Draco remained silent, a furrow appearing between his brows. His eyes once again wide and questioning, as they had been when Harry had left the room before.
"I'll feed you personally if I have to. No use starving yourself. You're no use to me dead. Now would you like the roast for dinner, or perhaps something more exotic?" Harry persisted.
"Roast?" Draco's voice came out far more timid than intended, his query sounding confused.
"Yes, there's roast potatoes, roast chicken, roast lamb, roast vegetables, roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, gravy, cauliflower, sprouts. That's what they're eating down in the Great Hall tonight. So does a roast sound good to you?"
Draco continued to stare dolefully at Harry, his confusion at the vampire's kind behaviour evident. Harry sighed, and accepted this confused and frightened pureblood as the lesser of evils, grateful for the silence.
"I'll take the general lack of words here to be agreement. Wait here and I'll get your food ready for you." Harry withdrew from the couch, Draco feeling oddly agoraphobic without the looming presence of the crazed Gryffindor in his face.
Pacing away to the burgundy food portal by the bar, Harry opened the lid of the box and said clearly "Roast dinner, all trimmings" closing the lid, before re-opening the portal to receive the steaming plate of roast meats and vegetables, presented on a teal tray with cutlery and drinks arranged neatly. Returning the tray to the lounge, Harry laid the tray across his lap and started cutting a slice of the beef into a tidy size, slathering the meat in gravy and some potato, before holding the fork up and snaking his fingers around Draco's chin.
"Say 'Ah'."
Draco blinked then bucked his chin out of Harry's pale fingers, scowling at the other boy.
"Don't. Don't patronise me. I can feed myself."
"I'm making sure that you eat. Now open up." Harry insisted, holding the fork imperiously.
"I can feed myself!" Draco repeated angrily.
"I can make you." Harry replied.
"No you won't. No. Don't do that." Draco said, his words more of an order than a request.
"Then you'll do things my way, now open up." Harry said, calm and controlled.
A range of expressions waged war across Draco's face, resentment and disregard appearing frequently. Resignation eventually won out, and a very embarrassed pureblood allowed Potter to feed him, something he had not done since he was a child. Draco's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he reluctantly parted his pink lips. His eyes glued to the fork, then to the floor, Draco missed the lavicious look of triumph that graced Harry's face as the blonde opened his mouth for the morsel of food.
Delighted, Harry continued feeding Draco by hand until most of the red meats were gone.
"Can't I have any vegetables?" Draco queried as Harry loaded up the fork with a choice cut of lamb.
"Red meats first. Tastier." Harry replied absently, leaving Draco to wonder if Potter was referring to the meats, or him.
As the meal finished in an air of awkward silence, Harry took the tray away to vanish it back through the portal once Draco was full.
"Maybe next time you'll eat properly when I leave you, so I won't be feeding you again, as pleasurable as it was to see you open your pretty mouth for me."
Draco flushed pink with embarrassment and outrage. "I can't believe ... you're such a pervert Potter." He scowled.
"You'll learn to love it." Harry grinned casually, pulling Draco abruptly to his feet and pulling him in the direction of the bed. This registered with Draco and he stopped, digging his feet in sullenly, balking at the sight of the bed.
With a grin, Harry made swift use of his vampire speed, sneaking quickly behind Draco, picking the blonde up in his arms, tossing him in the air once jovially, just to see the shock on the other boy's face before prancing merrily to the bed and pinning the blonde to the covers.
"Ah!"
"Gotcha." Harry grinned, moving in to kiss Draco softly on the lips while the blonde was surprised and too shocked to protest. Excited to feel the Slytherin melting into the kiss, Harry pressed the advantage, deepening it until Draco's breathing was harried and his heartbeat was racing. Chancing his fingers along the buttons of Draco's white shirt, Harry unbuttoned them slowly while nibbling along Draco's jaw.
"Ah, wait. You – stop." Draco managed to pant out, his common sense suddenly returning.
"Your body wants this Draco." Harry murmured against his neck. "Understand what you're feeling. You can't say no."
"Bu – no. This isn't – uh!" Draco struggled to articulate the concerns he had before the vampire returned to the room, frightened him, then fed him by hand as gently as a healer to a baby owl.
While Draco was struggling, Harry's hand wove its way down into Draco's soft white pants and encircled his stiffening cock. All protests were cut off by a burbling sound of pleasure.
"You do want this. My pretty trophy." Harry grinned, before shedding Draco's clothes and tumbling the other boy into the tumults of ecstasy through sex, blood and skin.
Afterwards as Draco's head hit the pillow, cold hands wrapping him warmly in blankets and cocooning his naked body in comfort, he had but a moment to ponder his light-headedness before sleep took him, serenading him with the steady lull of his heartbeat rushing blood through his ears as a raspy tongue lapped elixir from his neck.
And all he could think was "Merlin, sex is great" before dreams dragged him under.