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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.
Next morning they got up early and reached the Leaky Cauldron before it was likely that Ron was even awake, given his usual preferences in the summer holidays. Harry sat with a milky coffee and a copy of the Daily Prophet.
He did not have long to wait, within half an hour the door had opened and Ron entered, followed unexpectedly by his father. Harry stood up with a confused look on his face as Ron and Mr Weasley walked over, their expressions seemingly worried.
"Wotcha Harry. Hope you don't mind dad gatecrashing?" Ron pretended not to be uncomfortable, though it didn't really work since the tips of his ears were glowing red.
"No, um, fine, nice to see you Mr Weasley. Um, are you just popping in on your way to work?"
"Thought I might go in a bit later today, if you don't mind me joining you?"
Harry looked between them. In fact he was glad to see Mr Weasley, as he had been very much hoping that they could set something up, but it was confusing to have him here now, when Draco wasn't around. He had expected to get Ron up to date, then see if they could visit The Burrow or meet up with Ron's dad after work, when he and Draco could both talk to him together to ask for his advice.
They settled in silence round the table, got an order in for more coffees, then each sat waiting for someone else to start.
"Harry..." Mr Weasley sounded wary "Firstly, it's very good to see you. Have you been...keeping well?"
"Yes thank you sir"
"You had rather... dropped out of sight... it seems? Apparently even Albus wasn't sure where you were, though he was fairly sure you weren't dead or captured."
Harry was startled. It hadn't occurred to him that anyone would be thinking about those sorts of possibilities.
And anyway, wasn't Dumbledore meant to be able to find him, since he was his guardian? He frowned. "I, ah, went to France for a day or two. But mostly I've been... around. Not in the wizarding world much. But I would have thought Professor Dumbledore could have found me if he was looking."
"Apparently not. Which gave rise to some... concerns. He... well he told us that there had been a spot of bother earlier in the year, though Ron had already mentioned it of course. He was worried that you might be... feeling unwell perhaps?"
Were vampires untrackable? Was that why Dumbledore hadn't been able to see him?
"And then, the fact that Draco Malfoy disappeared around the same time gave him an additional worry, since I believe there had been some... unpleasantness between the two of you?"
Harry blushed. Of course Mr Weasley only knew what Ron and Dumbledore had told him - Ron knew nothing beyond the initial 'abduction', and even that had been an edited version. Dumbledore probably hadn't mentioned any more detail.
"I, um, there's been quite a lot going on. Ron doesn't know most of it either, sorry Ron. But I... that is we... that is, um..." he trailed off. Then he took a deep breath and tried to get it all over with as quickly as possible. "I've been seeing Draco all year and his father doesn't approve and he took Draco out of school and was sending him to Durmstrang so I went to Malfoy Manor and we flew to France and we got married" then paused to breathe again.
"Durmstrang?" that was Ron.
"Married?" that was Mr Weasley.
He nodded to both. "I couldn't let him keep us apart, he was going to make Draco stay there even in the holidays. So we, um, well, decided the only thing to do was get married. So we flew to France."
"And is Draco still in France?"
Harry shook his head. "No. He's here. With me. Well, someplace in Diagon Alley just at the minute, but he'll be along in a bit."
Ron was still apparently too startled to form a coherent sentence, managing only disjointed words "Malfoy. You. You and Malfoy?"
Harry nodded. "Me and Malfoy." He had hoped that Ron would be okay about it, that he'd give Draco the benefit of the doubt, but it wasn't looking very hopeful at the moment. Ron was now simply opening and shutting his mouth without any sounds emerging.
Mr Weasley was coping slightly better "Harry, forgive my asking but... when you went to Malfoy Manor had Lucius taken any steps to keep you away?"
Harry nodded. "According to Draco he had triple-locked all the doors and windows, but Draco's window opened for me no problem. And there were wards so he would know when Draco left, but I just flew him away really fast. He caught up with us in France but it was too late to do anything about it by then." Harry smiled at the memory, he and Draco had anticipated Lucius trying to intervene and made sure he was far too late, in the most enjoyable way.
Mr Weasley was looking at him rather oddly and he blushed. He really should avoid thinking those sort of thoughts when there were other people around.
"And... was Draco happy to see you, when you arrived?"
"Well he hit me quite a bit at first, then cried a lot, but it was all just a misunderstanding. Once we'd had a chance to, er, make up, he was fine again."
"So, right after you... made up... you flew him to France, and took him to the register office and got married?"
Harry nodded.
"And do you spend a lot of time... making up?"
Harry frowned "That makes it sound like we spend all our time arguing. It's not like that, really it's not. Draco's a lovely person when you get a chance to know him. He's just... he gets a bit, well, argumentative sometimes. But, well, I saw advice in a Muggle magazine once saying you shouldn't go to bed still mad at each other, so I always make sure he's... you know... happy... before we go to sleep."
Mr Weasley still had that oddly worried expression, as if Harry was an unexploded bomb that could go off at any moment if handled wrongly. He and Ron exchanged a glance.
"Thing is, mate, Dumbledore sounded pretty worried about you and Draco. He said, well, he said if you did get in touch then we should try to persuade you to pop into St Mungo's and, well, have a bit of a chat with them, just make sure everything's... fine..." Ron's voice trailed off.
"The healers came to the school, didn't they, after you... had a bit of a funny turn before."
"I didn't abduct Draco if that's what you're suggesting. He's totally fine about this."
"Harry, you're probably not aware, but... in some wizarding circles there's a certain... cachet about these sorts of things. I believe the term 'dinner date' gets used to describe a willing partner in such a relationship. But still, the fact that Draco seems to be fine about it doesn't mean that it's all right to just carry on..."
"I. Don't. Bite. Draco." Harry's voice was strained from the effort of not shouting. "I haven't bitten anyone. I've never drunk human blood. I'll admit there are a few... details... that the potion didn't catch, but nothing that anyone needs to worry about. I am completely fine and in full control of my behaviour."
They exchanged another glance. "Well I'm glad to hear that, Harry, and I'm sure you won't mind just dropping by St Mungo's for a few minutes, it's on the Floo Network so we can just pop straight there and be back in next to no time."
Harry hung his head. It was really no use, he was going to have to spend the rest of his life convincing people that he was not a vampire despite never having touched so much as a drop.
As he looked up, he caught sight of Draco just by the door, obviously considering whether to come over and join them or to stay clear. He might as well join in, Harry thought, he couldn't make the situation much worse at least. He nodded to Draco and gestured at the remaining chair, and Ron and Mr Weasley looked around in surprise.
Unfortunately, Draco decided to put on his worst 'smug git' persona for the occasion, doubtless very nervous about speaking to people whom he had every reason to believe hated him. Harry couldn't really blame him, but it was only going to confirm the idea that he was the kind of dark wizard who would be happy to have fangs in his neck on a regular basis just for the social status it conferred. Or for some perverted sexual pleasure from such utter submission.
Harry barely heard the conversation as it flowed around him. Had he been deluding himself? Was Draco just getting some weird kick out of being with someone at least partly vampire? He did like to be, well, pushed around in bed, made to do things. It was just a game wasn't it? An excuse to do things he enjoyed anyway? But, then, why not just get on and enjoy them, why add that extra level?
He focussed his attention back on the conversation to hear Draco saying "But before we go, let's focus on my addiction instead for a moment" He caught the barman's eye - "My usual, but make it a double this time". Ron and Mr Weasley looked at one another again, and Harry could have thumped Draco for messing with their heads. He made no attempt to correct their obvious suspicion that Draco had a drinking problem, and they all sat in silence until the barman brought over a tray, wiped the table carefully, and set the cup down in front of Malfoy with an ingratiating smile before walking away. The cup contained something most closely resembling tar. Draco drank it down in a few quick gulps with an expression of dissatisfaction, before saying "I never would have thought to say it, but there are actually a few things that Muggles do better. That really isn't espresso." Then he smirked at Harry and said "I told Mr Weasley and Ronald that of course you'd be only too happy to pop over to St Mungo's and tell those delightful healers everything you've been doing since you saw them last. I'm sure they'll be only too glad for an update, that older one certainly liked to hear about all the little details." His smile was dazzling, but Harry recognised the irritation behind it. Doubtless Mr Weasley had been stressing how important it was for Harry to be checked out, and how impossible it would be for him to do anything in the wizarding world if there were rumours about his 'condition'.
The fact was, he had to go to see the healers, and he had to hope that they didn't find anything too worrying in their results. If something like the Daily Prophet got wind that he had been bitten by a vampire, and that the healers were worried about the effects, it would make it impossible for him to live in this world.
All four of them had Floo'ed to St Mungo's, and first Harry then Draco had been checked over thoroughly by the bearded healer they had seen before. Harry admitted to the fact that he was still affected by the same 'oral desire' that had hit him at his first full moon, and told the healer about the steak he had resorted to in Draco's absence. He hated to think what Draco would decide to tell the man - in his current mood there was a fair chance he'd give detailed accounts of every sexual activity they had ever tried, just for the fun of it. He sat and waited to hear the verdict. The healer and Draco came through together from the adjoining room, and Harry steeled himself for the worst.
But the healer simply said "So far as we can see, there is no change from your previous results. And from the reports you have each given it sounds as though you have found a satisfactory way of dealing with your compulsion around the full moon. I understand that concerns were raised because of issues tracking the two of you?"
"Yes, Draco's father and my legal guardian are apparently no longer able to track us."
"But I understand the two of you were recently married? Congratulations, by the way"
"Yes, we... went to France. We didn't want to wait."
"Well then, it is perfectly understandable that you can no longer be tracked. Married witches and wizards are no longer minors in the eyes of the law, so all issues of legal guardianship cease to have meaning. It would be an odd situation if parents could track your whereabouts when your own spouse does not automatically acquire that information" He smiled. "Of course the situation rarely arises since the age of adulthood and the age when you can marry will normally coincide, so people are not as aware of it as they might be."
Harry frowned "You said we become adults. Does that cover other things too, apart from the tracking?"
"Yes of course" the healer looked surprised at the question "Medical treatment is an obvious one, that's why as a healer I have to be aware of the legal status of young people such as yourselves. Your father and ex-guardian have no automatic right to information about medical matters, or to insist on treatment. You are also permitted,
so far as the law is concerned, to buy strong alcoholic beverages, though I would personally advise against doing so on a regular basis while you are still growing and maturing. Many bars will not serve you in any case - they are entitled to make their own restrictions beyond the legal minimum if they so wish. It's a complex legal area but as I say it's the medical aspect which I have to be aware of." He smiled again. "Now, as you are adults, there is no requirement for you, or I, to share my current findings with anyone else. But, if you wish, I can reassure your friends out there that they do not need to feel worried about any issues around vampirism where either of you are concerned."
"Please do" said Harry "And if I you know where I can get that printed on a t-shirt or tattooed on my forehead, I'd be happy to hear about it."
The healer looked confused.
"Muggle stuff" Draco assured him sympathetically.
