A fist in the air
"Rrrriiiinngg!"
Harry groaned into his pillow. Mumbling out an 'Happy birthday, Harry' like he always did, before pulling the covers higher to hide his ears from the horrible sound of his alarm clock. Trying to reclaim his peaceful sleep. He was having such a great dream, goddammit! And now that clock ruined it and was hurting Harry's ears.
"Rrrriiiinngg!"
Strange, he didn't remember the clock being so loud. When the ringing didn't stop, Harry gave up and slammed his hand on top of it.
When he heard a cracking sound his eyes shot open, turning his head so that he could see his nightstand, he saw the ruins of his once alarm clock that he'd just broke by simply trying to turn it off.
He immediately sat up, still looking at the former clock with amazement and shock.
That's when he realized, he wasn't wearing his glasses. Harry's hands shot to his face, trying to feel for sure that he hadn't slept with his glasses on last night, because he could see.
Not the blurry state he usually saw the world in, NO, he could see everything clearly.
Harry blinked a couple of times, then reached out to pick up his glasses and experimentally, put them on. Making everything go blurry. He put them off, again blinking for a few seconds and than repeating putting the glasses on and off, on and off, on and off.
He smiled in wonder. Because even when he'd had his glasses on, he'd never been able to see everything so sharp. He was looking at everything in his room. The dirty wash, Hedwig, his closet, his window, his mirror, his…
Harry stared at the mirror for at least two minutes, before he decided to stand up and walk towards it. His eyebrow almost in his hairline.
Surely his glasses couldn't be that broken! Because the man Harry saw standing in the mirror was completely unfamiliar to him. One of those unfamiliar thing was; Harry didn't remember building a sixpack! He'd obvious muscles now! Not only that, but he'd grown from his short 163 cm length to a tall 185 cm or so!
He was gaping at himself in the mirror, moving his body so he could see every single muscle moving with it, since he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was a bit freaked out about his different appearance, because… shit.
When his eyes traveled up to his face, he stared more closely. He saw that his fangs were out without him doing anything. Normally they showed up when he was getting angry, energetic, upset or extremely hungry. But this time, he was completely relaxed.
His hair was still the uncontrollable raven colored birds' nest. And his eyes seemed to be a bit brighter, but that could also be because of the sight thingy. His jaw seemed to be a bit more refined.
…
'How did all of that happen, IN ONE NIGHT?!' Harry thought incredulously.
Harry moved a couple of paces to his desk and braced himself against it, dropping his head and closing his eyes. He was still shocked and tried to process it all. He huffed out a shaky breath, then opened his eyes.
Staring at the obvious bulge in his pajama pants.
"Hellooo, morning wood," Harry said to himself, frustrated. He was on the brink of having a panic attack and of course, his cock decided to be all like 'heeey'.
He looked up at the sealing, his hands ruffling his hair. When a thought hit him.
'Had that changed too?' He thought, now feeling a bit curious. He looked back down and pulled his pants and boksers so that he could look into them.
His eyes widened, as he swallowed a lump down his throat.
"Okay, I can deal with that."
He looked at his desk seeing a big red book laying on top of it.
"Harry, do you understand why you're here?" Dumbledore asked while stroking Fawkes's feather and with it having his back towards Harry, making him all the more nervous.
It'd been two weeks before Malfoy had woken up. In those weeks Harry had been immensely worried, guilty and nervous.
Harry had expected this, even if it had been two weeks without Dumbledore summoning him. Harry sat in the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, fidgeting with his fingers and biting the insides of his cheek. He was staring at Dumbledore anxiously.
He knew this was coming, but it didn't stop him from being so nervous.
Dumbledore wasn't even looking at him! That should've been enough information to know Dumbledore was disappointed in him, he probably thought Harry to be a monster and Harry wouldn't blame him.
"Yes professor, I'm here because I lost control of my powers and attacked another student," Harry answered, and couldn't help the shame that was clearly in his voice.
Dumbledore finally turned around at that. "That's correct," Dumbledore said, walking towards his chair and sitting on it. He folded his hands together and laid them on the desk, his eyes watching Harry carefully.
Harry dropped his head, not daring to look into the headmasters' eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to, but it just sort of… happened. And I know that mrs Malfoy has come here, the day when I…" Harry swallowed, feeling sick with himself. "And she probably thinks I'm a monster for hurting her son like that and that she's probably given you enough reasons to…" Harry said, huffing out a shaky breath. "I understand if you've decided to expel me."
There was a pause where neither said anything.
"Of course I won't expel you, Harry! Don't be so ridiculous " Dumbledore huffed out, making Harry look back up with a look of shock. It shocked him even more that Dumbledore was smiling.
"B-b-but-" Harry stammered.
"Harry, this is what this school is for: it's to try and help you control you're powers. So why would I expel you? If you aren't received the right education for you're powers, you could go on a rampage! That's not good for you or the supernatural world. You can't expect that when you're for the very first time drinking someones blood directly from the source, that you could simply stop and walk away. You're not used to it, you're used to blood bags." Dumbledore explained, his tone serious.
"Besides Harry you should know vampires never drink someones blood to kill them, it's used for more, how should I say…intimate things." Dumbledore said smirking. He stood up and walked over to his bookcase, looking for a particular book.
'I-intimate? I'd never-' Harry wanted to protest, but then he froze. His eyes widening as the words sunk in and remembering what he'd done.
He had rubbed himself. Against Malfoy. While holding him up. He'd been moaning. Out loud. As he drank Malfoy's blood.
'What the heck is wrong with me?!' Harry thought. Not only had he attacked Malfoy and almost killed him, he'd also rutted against him like a dog! (pun not intended Embarrassment nothing like anything else, filled Harry's body. 'Fuck, what would he think of me? He's probably disgusted with me. Oh lord. I'm disgusted with myself!'
"Aha!" Dumbledore said as he walked back to the desk with a big, blue book and laying it on the table.
Meanwhile, Harry was doing his best to get a control over his blush.
"Harry, I want you to know that even when you think what you did was a thing only a monster would do. That other creatures don't. They've faced the same problems as you do, but most of them aren't afraid of themselves and you shouldn't either." Dumbledore said, and even though Harry was still trying to hide his embarrassment from earlier, he did feel a bit better once he heard that."This morning I've had an owl from Narcissa Malfoy saying that Draco had forgiven you. And I've got to be honest with you Harry, if the Malfoy's had demanded of me to expel you, I would be compelled to do so. But they didn't, because they understand. So you should stop blaming yourself."
"Yes, professor." Harry mumbled. Dumbledore stared at Harry for a moment before picking up the book from his desk and handing it over to Harry. Harry looked at it questionably, waiting for Dumbledore to explain.
"Listen Harry, I'm concerned for you. And a bit of ashamed at myself for not coming with this earlier, but knowing you're 18th birthday is coming up, I need you to prepare for it. This book has a lot of information about vampires I know miss Granger would kill for, and I also know about your friend trying to get you to try and find out more about yourself these past couple of years. I think it's time you follow up on that advice." Dumbledore finally said.
Harry looked into the mirror again. He'd read about a change, but this?! The difference in 'length' of his package was to be expected. When he'd read the first page it'd immediately started with:
Vampire
Categories: sexual creature, powerful creature, deadly creature, undead creature.
And he'd read in chapter 15 Maturity, page 65.
The vampire will reach its full powers after its eighteenth year. With it comes a development to make its body more alluring to its surrounding muggles and/or creatures. It does this to make sure it'll be able to bring in enough food supplies. The victims will be to entranced by the vampires presence and pheromones, that they won't be able to; scream, fight or run away when they're being drank from.
Vampires tend to drink blood from beautiful woman and/or man while having intercourse, this is also why they are selected as sexual creatures. When a vampire meets its mate, he or she will be the top source for their food.-
And so on.
So Harry already had prepared himself for something to change. To be awoken in the night thanks to a horrifying pain.
Thank god that didn't happen! But that didn't mean he didn't need to get used to his new body.
Harry walked over to his closet and opened it. When he picked up a shirt and held it in front of him he realized.
"How am I supposed to fit in this?" He cried, throwing the shirt behind him while rummaging threw his little closet, searching for an oversized one. Or at least, one that was oversized a couple of days ago.
When he finally found a shirt that he'd bought a couple of weeks ago, thinking it would fit him perfectly when in reality it made him practically sink into it, he tried it on.
He looked into the mirror, seeing the red, V-necked shirt tightly around his muscles. It was still a bit too tight for his pleasure, but he could live with it until he'd bought himself a new wardrobe.
Harry walked to his window and opened it, needing the fresh air.
He closed his eyes again, trying to focus on all the sounds around him. He heard mrs Williams complain to herself about all those nasty children that wouldn't leave her pretty garden alone. Which was quite strange, since mrs Williams lived in another street. He frowned, hearing cars honking at each other wildly, when the only thing he saw on the street was the mailmen on his bike. Hearing children laugh on a swing while being pushed. Hearing a dog bark furiously at someone who tried to calm it down. Hearing three heartbeats in the house…
Harry groaned. Now that he was 'decent' it took all of Harry's will power to open the door to his bedroom and walk down the stairs for his breakfast.
"Ugh, when is that nasty boy going to pick up his disgusting blood? That owls been sitting there all morning!" Petunia complained. Making Harry's eye roll after he took the last step and turned so he could walk into the kitchen.
"Here eat up Dudders, it's your favorite." Petunia said as she filled Dudley's plate with bacon and pancakes. Uncle Vernon was reading the paper, listening to his wife and nodding at her.
"Mom! You better not call me that when Emma gets here." Dudley said arrogantly. Emma was Dudley supposed to be 'girlfriend' and Dudley had been talking non stop this whole week about how much in love she was with him and that he couldn't blame her.
Harry mostly ignored it all, not caring the least. It seemed the Dursley's hadn't noticed him on which he was glad. Now he just needed to pick up his blood and than carefully walk back up the stairs to his room. But than a scent that was almost as bad as rotting cheese invaded his nostrils, and he couldn't help the sound of disgust that left him.
"Jesus Christ Dudley, you smell horrible! What the fuck is that?!" He asked, his hand immediately trying to cover his mouth and nose from the horrible scent.
All eyes were on him now.
Harry heard one of the thee cups break as Petunia let out a shocked cry. Dudley was looking at him with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Vernon had immediately laid down his paper, and looked at Harry with a horrified look.
"What?" Harry asked nervously. Taking a sip from his blood bag and cringing in disgust.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked again after a minute or so, seeing his uncle, aunt, and cousin looking at him up and down.
The doorbel rang, startling the three people, except Harry who'd heard someone walking on their doorstep. After a moment of nobody doing anything and another ring, Harry said, uncertainly:
"Oookay, I guess I'll go answer that."
"NO!" Dudley immediately yelled, running towards the door and opening it, revealing a blond haired girl.
"Hey Dudley, can I come in?" Emma asked.
"Ehm, I-I'm not sure if that's a good idea." Dudley hastily said, trying to show as minimal of the inside of the house as possible.
Meanwhile Petunia and Vernon were still staring at Harry making him feel very uncomfortable. Harry took a mock out of a cabinet and poured his AB - blood in it.
"So, I guess I'll drink this upstairs," Harry said walking out of the kitchen to the hall where Dudley was still trying to keep Emma out, which confused Harry.
"Dudley let me in!" Emma yelled, pushing at the door and successfully opening it and making Dudley take a couple of steps back.
"Seriously! Why are you being such a-" She stopped mid-sentence. Looking at Harry with wide eyes, just like his aunt and uncle did, but this time it felt different.
"Oh hello." She said flirty, completely ignoring Dudley. "And may I ask what you're name is…"
Harry stared at her for a minute, looking around and then pointing a finger at himself.
"What, me?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Don't mind him, he's just my stupid cousin. He'll leave us alone, won't you Harry." Dudley said, making Harry roll his eyes.
"Oh, but I don't mind him staying. Do you want to study with us, Harry." Emma asked, starting to play with her hair, and making Harry a bit uncomfortable. Harry looked at Dudley who gave him a death glare.
"No thank you, I still need to finish my breakfast." Harry said cheerfully, gesturing to his mug. Even though he didn't feel cheerful at all as he stared at the AB- blood, his usual favorite and the one he always gets on his birthday.
"Mmm, can I have a taste?" She said, stepping closer to Harry and trying to take his mug.
"I-ehm I don't think that's a great idea, you know. I think I'm going to head upstairs." Harry said, practically running up the stairs as he heard Emma say to Dudley:
"Dudley! Why did you never tell me your cousin is hot as fuck?!"
Harry closed the door to his bedroom and let out a loud sigh as he leaned against the door.
'Just two more months and you'll never have to worry about them again.' Harry thought to himself. He smiled.
He couldn't wait till Sirius' case and all the offenses he supposedly made would be dropped.
After Harry had defeated Voldemort he explained to the ministry that Sirius wasn't the traitor that killed both his parents, but that it was Pettigrew. It had taken years, before they finally had the evidence they needed for Sirius' release. They were still doing some finishing touches but it was clear that Sirius wasn't a prisoner anymore. They had communicated throughout the years and last year Sirius had told him that if things worked out, and he would be a free man, that Harry was welcome to live with him. So they'd decided that after Harry's graduation, he was going to move in. Which made his mood much better.
Harry drunk the last bit of blood out of the mug, still wincing as he drank it. It just tasted like, ew. The past couple of months Harry had drank his blood with great effort. It had been difficult to swallow, it had become hard to taste anything other than iron and he didn't know why. Or maybe he did.
'Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think-'
"Mmmn." Harry moaned as he recalled the tastiest, sweetest, freshest blood he'd ever had the privilege to drink. Draco Malfoy's. He closed his eyes, longing to taste it again, to feel it slide down his throat, to pin Malfoy down against something and making it unable for him to move as he sucks out that delicious red liquid that-'NONONO! Stop right there!'
Harry thought furiously to himself as he stormed off to his bathroom. He really needed to stop thinking about it, he didn't want to hurt Malfoy again!
He walked to the sink and turned on the water, waiting for the water to come out his former thoughts came back.
"Stop it me!" Harry snapped at himself as he splashed some ice cold water on himself. He really needed to get this under control.
After the whole biting accident Malfoy hadn't gone back to school, it wasn't really a problem because they already had finished the most important tests. It did make Harry feel extremely guilty. After all Malfoy didn't come back to school because his mother was to worried that he could faint any moment, it could be an exaggeration but still.
Everyone in school wanted to know what had exactly happened and had asked him about it. They already knew that they had fought but they wanted more details. Harry had just ignored them and had only told his closest friends about it.
They had instantly forgiven him and Hermione even went as far as to open up a book which held all the information about all the fights on Hogwarts. And prove that it did happen rather often to make him feel a bit better.
She still lectured him though.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Harry cursed to himself as he ran to platform 9¾, thirty minutes late. As to be expected, the entrance had closed and Harry was fucked. He could have strangled Emma for delaying him, why did she need to come over every day anyway?!
He was lucky he'd already sent his stuff to Hogwarts after he'd bought himself new clothes and shoes at Diagon Alley.
He was surprised when he had the choice to send them ahead. The man behind the counter had said that it was completely new and that they could send more stuff if he'd like. So he did. Thinking he would have a head start, but no.
Because not only had he forgot that he'd broken his alarm clock and was already running late on schedule, Dudley's friend needed to try and flirt with him. Again.
But what now?
He didn't have Ron with him or his flying car, so how was he supposed to get to Hogwarts in time?
Then an idea popped in. An absolute crazy idea. Maybe even mental.
Harry walked out of the station, looking from right to left, trying to recall how Ron and he had flown over the city. Which was hard, especially after six years.
He managed to find some sort of route in his head and looked around himself again. There weren't many muggles outside and none were paying attention to him. Harry huffed in another breath.
He could do this. He'd done it before when he was running away from Dudley's wrath after Emma had left. Harry closed his eyes. Slowly breathing in and out before opening his eyes again as he almost flashed through the city.
He stopped a moment, bracing himself as he looked back at the station that was now blurry in the distance. He laughed to himself as he again started running at a lightning fast speed.
It felt amazing!
Draco's p.o.v
The first thing Draco noticed when he woke up was that he wasn't at school anymore. To be precise, he wasn't in the seventh-floor bathroom, being held against the wall while having one of the most amazing experiences in his life anymore.
Instead, it seemed like he was in his own bed, in his own room, in his own house.
'What the bloody hell happened when I passed out?' Draco thought while he tried to sit up, which immediately made his neck throb. His eyes immediately shot towards the spot, but couldn't see much as it was rapped up in bandages and on an awkward angle, much to Draco's dismay.
He threw off the covers, and tried standing up to practically dash towards his mirror. When he reached it he stared again at the spot, wanting, needing to see prove of what had happened, needed to know if it hadn't been his imagination fooling slowly pulled it off, put the used bandages on the table and stared.
There he saw, two little punctures decorating his pale skin that had almost closed. Draco couldn't help the smile that was forming on his face.
Harry Potter had drunk his blood.
Harry Potter had drunk his blood.
Harry Potter had drunk his blood!
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy in his entire life! He was beyond glad they hadn't healed already. Sure, Harry wasn't exactly in control of his actions.
He probably wasn't even conscious of doing it, if his growling was any indication. Draco shuddered as he thought back to those growls while Harry was moving his hips against his own, like an animalDraco closed his eyes as he slowly moved his hand towards the two punctures, almost drawn to it.
Draco's eyes shot open and his hand pulled away from his neck as quickly as possible when the door slammed open.
"Draco! You're supposed to be in bed! And what did you do to your bandages? Now Holly needs to change them again!" Narcissa hissed at him, her voice full of worry.
"S-sorry mother." Draco almost squeaked, a bit embarrassed by his former thoughts.
"Come on. Hop in your bed." Narcissa commanded, on which Draco followed. Narcissa continued to clean up the bandages Draco had pulled off. Normally his mother didn't clean much, still did, but sometimes Draco noticed that his mother would do the dishes or clean up some spot. It was normal to do for a werewolf, they tended to keep the nest clean for their mates and pups.
"How long was I out for?" Draco asked curiously. It couldn't be that long for his wound hadn't healed yet. A day maybe?
His mother didn't look at him as she folded the bandages.
"Two weeks." She answered.
Draco blinked a few times. That couldn't be true. It was impossible! Surely those tiny wounds would've healed already after two weeks!
"But… my wounds should've healed already by then." Draco told his mother matter of factly. She turned around with one eyebrow raised, daring to defy her.
"Sweetheart, I thought you knew better than that." She said as she walked over to Draco's bed and sitting on it, right next to him. "Vampires are known to be the highest ranked creatures in the supernatural world, right above werewolves, can you tell me why that is?"
Draco frowned at her. "Because they're stronger than us." He answered on which she shook her head.
"No, that's not the reason. Strength has nothing to do with it. Take for an example giants. They're bigger and stronger than the vampire but they're still not on a high ranking. Why is that?" Narcissa asked him.
"Because they're stupid," Draco answered, not seeing the point yet.
"And very easy to kill because of that. See Draco, that's why there so high up. They aren't easy to kill. We aren't either, but the vampire has something that could kill us very easily. Poison. But don't worry," Narcissa quickly said as Draco's face became pail. "The poison isn't deadly, it's more used as an anesthesia, mostly for muggles since it doesn't work on every creature. But for us, when they shed the poison it makes the wounds that are inflicted on us heal for long periods, just like a muggle. So naturally, if they want to kill us, they could easily do so, which is why they are on the top and why your little punctures haven't healed already."
"Oh." Draco managed to say.
Before his mother walked out to get him some breakfast.
The train ride was almost over and Draco was into his usual compartment that he used when he'd want to be alone.
And, oooh. How much he wanted to be alone, he was so embarrassed!
Last night his mother and him had had the most embarrassing, horrifying talk of all time. Even more embarrassing than his father explaining how an orgasm worked! It was so embarrassing he couldn't look his mother in the eyes even when she dropped him off at the station.
He had many questions but hadn't dared to ask. Ugh, why did he need to deal with this and Potter?
When the train stopped, Draco placed his usually emotionless face on as he walked out of the compartment.
The next thing he knew he was in the Great Hall bombarded by questions.
"Draco what happened to you?" "What has Potter done to you?" "Why were you absent the last few weeks?" "Are you okay?" And so on, and so on.
Couldn't they see he was having a crisis?! Oh, wait, they couldn't…
Draco just answered with: "I'm fine, is none of your business, nothing." And so on.
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, with a full view of the Gryffindor table. More importantly, the places that were usually occupied by Granger, Weasley and Potter. He glanced at the table, trying not to be obvious. However, it seemed neither Potter or Granger was there, only Weasley who stared confused at the empty seats in front of him.
So, Draco decided to listen in on what the redhead had to say.
"Hey Neville, do you know where Harry went too?" Weasley asked Longbottom who sat next to him.
"No, haven't seen him the entire train trip. Have you seen Hermione?" Longbottom asked.
"Yeah, but it was kind of strange. I mean, I was in our regular compartment waiting for them. In the end Harry never came, but when Hermione did, she just stared at me for a couple of seconds before she squeaked and run off!" Weasley said, and then went on to another subject, making Draco return to his food and watch the remaining first years getting sorted.
That's when the doors blew open, and a hard wind ran passed the tables all the way to the sorting head, crashing into the stool. Everyone was getting up, seeing a boy laying on the floor, panting. The boy turned and put a fist in the air.
"Made it!" He yelled breathlessly.
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