Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and no money is being made from this. I'll put them back undamaged when I'm finished playing with them, I promise. I'll even give them a good scrub first.
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.
Author's Note: I will not have much internet access for the next couple of weeks, so have decided to get on and publish all the remaining chapters now rather than make you wait. It goes up to Chapter 20.
Draco blanched at the sight of his father, and Harry felt his heart race and his stomach flip. But he stood beside his beloved, and entwined their fingers before saying in a reasonably calm voice. "We are married now, Mr Malfoy. I know you disapprove of me, but I love Draco and he loves me, and I promise that I will do everything within my power to make him happy."
Lucius Malfoy practically snarled in reply. "Love? Happy? I think you have been reading too many trashy Muggle romances, Mr Potter. For the scion of a noble and ancient house, such considerations are secondary. Or at least they would be if he were bothering to think with his head instead of other parts of his anatomy. It was bad enough that you robbed him of his virginity, it is totally unacceptable that you should also rob him of his opportunity to make an alliance with another house. A house that matters, Mr Potter, a house that has retained a sense of honour, of the old ways. Not, under any circumstances, the house of Potter. There will be no alliance between Malfoy and Potter. Not now, not ever."
"And how do you plan to stop it?" Harry was getting angrier than he could remember in his life. How dare Lucius Malfoy insult his family, his parents? He was as good as the Malfoys, and Lucius would do well to realise that.
"You are a foolish child. A true wizard would know that your marriage is not yet legally binding. My associates and I will accompany Draco, whom you have apparently abducted again, back to his home for his own safety. Once there, we will instigate a legal enquiry into your behaviour. It is likely to take a few days at a minimum. Once it has concluded, Draco and I will travel to his new school to allow him to settle in there during the summer. Good luck on finding Durmstrang, Mr Potter, it is unplottable." His eyes were glinting with satisfaction now.
"Oh I really don't think so Mr Malfoy. Draco is mine now, and I am his, and there is no power on earth, legal or otherwise, that is going to keep us apart." He turned to Draco, looking grim but determined at his side. "Perhaps you'd like to show your father that document now, so that he can congratulate us?"
Draco smiled, rather maliciously, and fumbled the paper out of his pocket. "Here it is Father. I think you'll find it interesting"
Lucius glared at both of them before snatching the parchment from Draco's hand and staring at it in disbelief.
"You... how? when? You've only just got here, how could you possibly...?" his voice drifted off, clearly realising the implications, both of what he had said and the document in his hand. "I will fight this in court, I will have it rescinded" His voice was rising in desperation now.
"That would be a pointless waste, Father. The document has enchantments which can show that I wasn't under any duress or other outside influence when I agreed to the contract. And since it has now been ratified, it is legally binding. Which means you cannot prevent Harry and me from being together, from living together as a married couple. I don't expect you to welcome Harry to your house, so we will make our own arrangements. We haven't... we haven't really discussed what those will be yet, but I'm sure we'll be able to find something suitable. Perhaps we'll just rent this room for a month or two while we decide." He smiled sweetly at his father, who continued to glare at the two of them. But his henchmen were clearly not going to be in favour of taking action against the newly-weds, they were gazing up at the corners of the ceiling in a clear indication that they were not taking any part in the current discussion.
Lucius Malfoy smiled viciously. "I'm sure you feel you've been very clever. I hope you know that this will break your mother's heart. It has been her dearest wish since you were born that you should make a good marriage. That is clearly out of the question now that you have allowed this filth to treat you like the little slut you have obviously become..."
Draco and Harry acted in the same moment, their hands still twined together - Draco shouted "How dare you say that?" just as Harry shouted "Don't you dare say that about Draco!" and their free hands lifted up to gesture angrily towards Lucius, picking him up off his feet and throwing him bodily into the wall behind him, then up to hit the ceiling hard, then back down to the ground with a crash.
He struggled to his feet, obviously badly shaken, straightened his clothing with some difficulty, and stalked out of the room followed closely by his associates.
Harry and Draco looked at each other, shaken. "Um, was that just me, or have you learned wandless magic too?" Harry asked Draco.
"I didn't think I had, but, it felt like I was doing it too. How dare he say that about my mother, she only went along with what father wanted because she hates to make him angry"
They looked at each other in some confusion, then Draco broke into a huge grin. "I think... I think it only weakens the contract if you have sex with other people before the marriage. We only had sex with each other. Maybe we just sort of started consummating it a bit ahead of the actual contract."
Harry grinned back. Whatever had happened, it had got rid of the one thing that had been darkening the horizon. Lucius Malfoy was gone, as was any threat that he would try to separate them. That was something worth celebrating, and he knew just how to do that. He smiled gently at Draco, who looked a little surprised, then said very softly but with an echo that lingered in the air "I'm going to give you the very best wedding night that anyone could ever imagine, and then tomorrow when you wake up, I'm going to do it all over again." With luck there'd be a coffee shop nearby where he could pick up something for breakfast in bed - not yet the kind that his Draco deserved, the kind with a red rose in a vase and the finest fresh coffee, but still... he'd see if they had some muffins, which he could feed to Draco one mouthful at a time between their other treats...
He smiled and led his lover to the bed, and proceeded to make good on his promise.
Late the following morning, Harry took the risk and woke Draco again. If they didn't check out by noon they would have to pay for another night, and they had little money to waste despite all the wealth in Harry's vault at Gringott's. Dumbledore held the key until Harry was of age, and his attitude to their relationship had not been an encouraging one. They would have to make plans for how they would live for the next year, and throwing away cash on hotel rooms was likely to be a rare treat.
Still, they had made full use of this one... He smiled at the memory, his early-morning trip to the coffee shop around the corner had yielded good coffee - latte for Harry, espresso for Draco - and pain au chocolat which had been all he needed to tempt Draco into a reversal of their usual roles. Harry had been pushed down physically onto the bed and sucked to a blinding orgasm, then while he was still in a blissful haze from that, Draco's fingers had got busy. By the time Harry's cock had hardened again, Draco was thrusting his magnificent length into Harry's body for the first time. Harry had spread his legs wide, bent down onto his elbows, and handed all control of his body over to his lover, allowing himself to make needy mewling noises in the back of his throat. He was kept on the brink of ecstasy for longer than he would have believed possible before Draco speeded up and deepened the thrusts yet further, pushing him over the edge and leaving him a gasping, trembling husk. Then Draco's arms had wrapped around him, so gentle, so warm, and he had clung to that slim body until the shaking subsided. He could certainly forgive Malfoy for the look of smug satisfaction plastered across his face. It had been truly mind-blowing.
He grinned to himself, he was getting the hang of this. His Draco liked to be persuaded, 'forced', or bribed into things. That gave him all the justification he needed to be utterly uninhibited in bed. But time was passing, they had to shower and dress and get on their way, so he pushed down the urge to find more interesting ways to nudge Draco awake, and simply stroked a finger down one pale cheek until sleepy grey eyes opened reluctantly.
Enjoyable as France was, it wasn't home, and they flew back across the channel. Harry had first set a disillusionment charm on his broom so that it and its occupants would be effectively invisible from Muggles, so that he didn't have to do any magic when they were back in Britain. It would be foolish to risk the Ministry of Magic taking an interest in them - Lucius might be unable to keep them apart himself, but a harsh penalty for underage magic might have the same effect, for a short time at least.
They picked up a 'Festival Camping Set' at a large supermarket. The tent was tiny, nothing like the ones Harry had encountered in the wizarding world, instead managing to be even smaller on the inside than it looked at first glance. But it came with mats, two sleeping bags which could be zipped together, and a tiny gas stove and saucepan, and got around their accommodation/money issues. For the next few nights they simply set it up in the corner of whatever field they could find. They didn't set up camp until late and didn't put on any lights, relying on the long nights and bright moonlight instead. Draco was bemused at first, and found the lack of facilities difficult, but they took every opportunity to clean up when they were in towns, rinsing through t-shirts and underwear and hanging them out overnight, so that they could manage with only one extra set each.
Their night-time activities were limited - without skin-cleansing spells or a shower it seemed unwise to take things too far. The tiny tent could have restricted them further, but Draco's flexibility helped with that. After a few awkward tangles, they found that '69' combined the benefits of being feasible in a tight space and essentially self-cleaning, and Harry learned to love the sight of Draco wriggling around on all fours to take up position over him. Draco was worried at first that he was essentially fucking Harry in the mouth, giving him little room for movement, but Harry's enthusiastic grin reassured him.
They spent their first actual full-moon night together this way. Harry had found his sense of smell becoming more acute throughout the day and by evening was keen to get their camp set up. As soon as they were in the tent, he knelt over Draco and sucked eagerly at him, his own cock still in his trousers and showing no interest. But once he had filled his mouth with that delicious nectar, his sex drive kicked back in as strong as ever, and they used their hands and mouths on each other repeatedly.
Somewhere near dawn Draco fell asleep, his face at Harry's feet and his legs spread out like a frog, with everything beautifully on show for Harry's aesthetic pleasure. As he lay and watched, Draco's cock went from limp and pale to erect and flushed as Draco twitched and muttered in his sleep, clearly in an erotic dream. Harry leaned in closer and breathed warm air against the exposed groin and Draco moaned in response. Harry flicked his tongue across the tip and the moans got louder. Merlin, he wanted to hear more and more of that, but... it would be wrong and disgusting of him to play with Draco like a toy as he slept. No matter how horny Draco might be in his dream, that didn't make it right to deny him a choice in the real world. Harry sighed regretfully and leaned back down on the sleeping bag, resigned to being only a spectator at this particular show. But then Draco stirred and murmured, sleepily but coherently, "Mmm, don't stop Harry, that felt so good..." Harry smiled back at him, green eyes meeting grey, and returned to his task. He only licked and lapped, no sucking this time, slow and languorous movements being met with low moans of pleasure until Draco reached orgasm, thick white fluid splashing down onto pale skin in the moonlight, then Harry's tongue slid over skin and collected every drop of his lover's gift before he lay back down and they both allowed sleep to claim them again.
At first, they travelled only because they could, with no aim in mind, but as the days and nights passed they each began to wonder about what they would do next. Beyond their need to be together, they had no actual plans. They could not do magic in Britain until they came of age. Harry could perhaps get a job in the Muggle world, but with no recognised qualifications it would be difficult to support them on what he could earn. Draco had no legal paperwork for a Muggle life - no birth certificate, no National Insurance number - so his options for working were even more limited.
They sat in a park, sharing a sandwich for lunch, and talked themselves round in circles. Eventually, reluctantly, they came to the conclusion that they really needed to talk this through with someone else, someone a bit older and wiser. Dumbledore wasn't likely to be any help, given his views on what had happened during the last year. Snape would take Lucius's point of view and probably hope they starved in the streets. Harry's Muggle relatives were only mentioned to be crossed off the list. Most of the parents of Draco's friends would be unwilling to be any help, considering how influential Lucius Malfoy was. Remus Lupin was travelling in Europe somewhere and could not easily be contacted.
Which, when it came down to it, left Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Harry sent an owl to Ron from Diagon Alley - he and Draco had risked spending some of their little remaining money travelling there so they could communicate with the wizarding world for once. Ron's reply arrived within the hour, delivered by Hedwig. Harry had missed her, but it had seemed better for her to stay at The Burrow than face another summer locked in a cage at Privet Drive. He stroked her feathers and introduced her to Draco, whom she accepted reasonably well after he offered her a piece of biscuit. Ron would see Harry in the bar of the Leaky Cauldron the next morning, as soon as he could Floo there from The Burrow. Harry hadn't mentioned Draco in his note - it was hard to summarise such life-changing events in a few lines and he wanted to judge Ron's reactions rather than just baldly write "I flew Draco to France and married him"
He would just have to see how badly that went in person.