Harry strolled through Diagon Alley one late night in September, doing a bit of casual and unseen shopping.
He was passing by a clothes shop when the door opened and someone emerged, nearly running into him.
"Harry?"
He turned, and found himself staring.
Demelza Robins stood before him, with her dark short hair and her blue eyes, wearing a short black dress and leggings.
She gave a wide smile at him, revealing fangs. Her eyes flashed yellow for a moment before reverting to blue.
"Erm, hey, Demelza?" Harry greeted, gobsmacked.
"Hi there, Harry. It's been a while," she spoke quietly, stepping in even closer.
"Yeah. Yeah...Are you still- Quidditch?" Harry questioned dumbly.
"Yep. You?"
"Not so much lately. But I'm meaning to," Harry admitted. He really had to clean his Firebolt and get out in the countryside with it - go for a flight.
"Maybe I could take you for a fly sometime," Demelza suggested.
"Uh- maybe. Sure. That sounds like fun."
Demelza flashed another smile, showing off those fangs. "Brilliant."
"Uh...I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you- aren't exactly the same as last we...saw each other."
"You mean I'm a vampire."
"Yeah..."
"Wondering how that happened?"
"Sort of. But it's none of my business," Harry said quickly.
"I made it your business when I walked up to you at night," Demelza said, a bit of amusement in her voice. "It's not a big mystery anyway. There was a group of vampires at the battle of Hogwarts. They beat me, bit me, drained my blood until I almost died. Another girl saved me, got me to the hospital, but I was already transforming. So, now this is how my life is. The sun causes me to break out in blisters and get exhausted, I can't see myself in mirrors, food and drinks taste like shit except unless I add blood to them for sweet flavoring, and my magic has gone to crap. It's weaker, a lot harder to do anything. Plus, without blood to drink at all, I can starve to death. Which is great." Demelza sighed.
"I'm sorry. That's- got to be horrible to live with. That- condition."
"It's not so bad now. I think I have a handle on it these days. And at least we're not nearly as stigmatized as werewolves. Lavender has it way worse in her daily life. They have blood candies in stores for us and nothing for werewolves for a reason...Vampire acceptance as just poor people with a bad disease has been a thing for a few decades now. Werewolves are only just starting to hit a turning point. We're pitied and babied, they're shunned and feared."
Harry nodded. He was still quite thrown by this woman who wasn't at all like the anxious and mild-mannered girl he had known before. But he supposed, even vampirism aside, the year of war and hiding and running from oppression had changed everyone. In all kinds of ways. Ways that most of them were still...trying to recover from, or even understand in themselves. Or in each other. Harry couldn't imagine the things Demelza must have gone through...
The most obvious evidence to that was the long, wide scar that descended from under her left ear to her left shoulder. Down the whole length of her neck.
"So, um, what're you doing here tonight?" Harry asked lightly.
"Just window-shopping - getting some air during the only time I can. What about you?" Demelza responded.
"Actually shopping," Harry said with a grin, holding up his bag. "The only time when there aren't too many people around."
"Would you be open to having just one extra person around? I could help you shop," Demelza spoke casually. "It's no trouble for me; I wasn't doing anything myself, anyways."
Harry eyed her. He nodded and smiled. "Sure. That'd be great."
Demelza smiled widely at him in a way that made his stomach flip.
As they shopped, they talked abut simple things. Quidditch, more Quidditch, and what they had been doing since wars end.
Harry didn't say too much on that front. Demelza said a lot.
She had been living in a muggle flat on her own, working in Diagon Alley at a clothing store, and she had been taking part in small league quidditch matches.
After Harry had the things he needed, Demelza suddenly asked him a surprising question: if he would want to go with her and see her flat and talk some more there.
Harry agreed cautiously. He apparated away to drop off his things at home, then returned back to Diagon Alley to a waiting Demelza.
She took his arm, a small grin on her face, and then she Disapparated them both.
Demelza's flat was...shocking to see.
They reappeared right in the middle of her sitting room.
It was very dark, with dim purple lighting everywhere. The curtains were thick and black, the walls were painted in swirls and streaks of deep scarlet. Her furniture was black leather. And there were skulls and other decorations spread about.
"Erm...are you celebrating Halloween early?"
Demelza laughed. "Everyone says that! But, no. I just thought that if I was going to be a vampire now, best to look the part. Go all in on it, you know what I'm saying?"
"I'm getting the picture. Just, don't tell me you have a coffin for a bed, too," Harry said, teasing.
"You'll never know unless you see it with your own eyes."
Harry hated himself for being genuinely curious. "I couldn't live with myself if I never did."
"Come on, then." Demelza seized his hand and started for the door to her bedroom. She pushed it wide and strode in, turning to Harry and flourishing a hand. A long, black nail pointed.
It was, thankfully, a normal bed. A bed of red and black sheets, with skulls on the posts with glowing eyes of ruby.
"It's a nice theme, at least," Harry joked.
"Yeah. In all honesty, taking something serious and exhausting and making it into something fun and silly is just my way of coping with reality," Demelza said, suddenly sounding tired. "But it doesn't help much when reality wants to smack you in the face with its big fat prick."
"Erm..."
"You remember Hogwarts?" Demelza spoke on, almost randomly. Her gaze fell, and her pale cheeks tinged under the eerie lighting of her home.
"Which part?"
"The year before the war - before you disappeared," Demelza clarified, voice uncertain now. Almost like the girl Harry knew before. Not this new, forward, confidently aggressive young woman. "I had tried out for your team - reserves at first, but then full-time-"
"And you were amazing, yeah, I remember."
"Thanks. And do you remember how I brought you that letter from Professor Snape?" Demelza went on.
"Yeah..."
"Did you ever wonder why in the world it was me? Or why I joined your team to begin with?"
"Random chance, and, because you wanted to play Quidditch?"
"No, and, partially no," Demelza said with a laugh. "The truth is, I wanted to join your team because it was yours. That was the year you'd been made captain. And I wanted to be around you. And, when Professor Snape was looking for someone to offload the terrible burden of delivering confidential news to you...I stepped in and I volunteered, told him I was on your Quidditch team and I knew you."
"Oh." Harry's mind was taking an awfully long time to process this new information. Meanwhile, his eyes were taking a while to process the fact that Demelza had, once again, stepped in quite close to him.
"I w-wanted to...be with you, not just around you," Demelza said hesitantly. "Er, what I mean is I...I liked you. It was a stupid girlhood crush, from a distance, but after I did manage to get on your team, and I started to get to know you better...it became something more. Even while you were with Ginny Weasley. I still...and I still do, now...I want..."
"You want to- be with me?" Harry managed to get out, seeking further clarification.
"Not if you're still with her," Demelza said quietly, looking away again. "I wouldn't want to be that sort of girl. So if you say no, I'll leave this be."
"I- I'm not with her anymore," Harry told her honestly. "I'm not with anyone, really. I- listen, it's- nice to see you again, it's good to catch up, and you're really pretty, but- I'm not exactly looking for a relationship with anyone. I just- err-"
"What about just a fun night together? One night?" Demelza breathed. "Could we do that, Harry?"
"Y-yeah. We could," Harry said, after a long moment. "But only if you're- you know- really sure about it."
"I think we should be worrying about you, not me," Demelza replied. "Are you sure you want this? I don't want to push you into anything, or come off as needy or...God, do I?"
"N-no! You're not- definitely don't come off that way. I just...yeah, I'm sure. I'll- I want to give you what you want, Demelza." Harry tried to grin for her. "I just- I've never been with a vampire. I dunno if there are any special needs you have, or- or medical- things to look out for?"
"There's nothing to worry about there," Demelza said firmly. "My body works the same as it ever has. You won't hurt me unless you cast a Lumos in my face."
Harry felt a little horrified. "I promise never to do that!"
"Thank you. That's so sweet." Demelza hesitated. "I do need to take a potion first, though. If that's alright..."
"Sure! Whatever you need."
Demelza drew and waved her wand, conjuring up a small potion vial. She flicked it open and guzzled it down, a strange bubbling purple liquid. Then she threw the empty vial across floor and took Harry's hands with a grin. "Now why don't I show you how nice my bed is to use?"
Harry allowed her to lead him over to the skull-decorated bed.
She lay down on it and took up her wand again, flicking it at him. Harry looked down at himself as a blue light flashed on his chest.
"What was that?" Harry asked curiously.
"A spell to detect sexual diseases," Demelza responded lightly. "Your turn to cast on me."
"O-oh. Well, I don't exactly..."
"You don't know the spell, or you don't use it?"
"I know it," Harry assured swiftly. "It's just- been a while since I used it." The last time had been at Hogwarts with Ginny, during their many weeks together. She had brought it up to him, convinced him to learn it. She had already known it, of course, having been taught it by her parents - among other spells useful for safe sex. Harry cleared his throat and took out his wand, flicking it in Demelza's direction. Her chest flashed blue as well.
"We're both negative," Demelza nodded, smiling. "Do you know any contraceptive spells?"
"Yeah, I do," Harry said. "But you can be the one to cast them if you'd feel more comfortable - and, you know, if you're more confident in your spellwork than mine."
"Not so much these days," Demelza said bluntly, shaking her head. "How about you do it, Harry? I trust you to get it right."
Harry swallowed, nodding. He raised his wand and spoke the incantation clearly for her. A warm air swirled around his genitals; he saw Demelza shift her thighs together, her lips quivering. "Alright. We should both be- good now."
"Good." Demelza wasted no time in pulling off her dress and throwing it aside. She tapped her wand to her black leggings and other undergarments, and it all disappeared. Then she set her wand aside and looked at him. A hand came up to push aside stray locks of dark hair from her eyes. "Your turn again, Harry. Keep up."
"R-right!" Harry blushed and started to get undressed. He put his clothes in a pile and joined her on the bed.
Demelza grabbed his hands and pulled him atop her immediately, wasting no time in pressing a kiss to him, arching her back to touch her crotch to his. Her long nails traced his backside, roaming and feeling. Gliding with their sharp ends in ways that had Harry trembling, gasping a little. Especially when her hands found his buttocks, and her nails dug in lightly as her fingers curled. As her hands squeezed at him, kneaded...
Demelza rolled them over and grinded herself along his dick, pushing her tongue in his mouth. He sucked on her eagerly. Her pale, bare pussy grew slick over time, until she finally grabbed him and lined up, and took him into herself.
They fucked and kissed harder, Demelza pushing more and more, her eyes intense, her movements urgent. Then she suddenly sat up and pulled off him. She flipped around and threw herself forward on her stomach, sticking her pale tight ass at him. "Take me this way, Harry. Take me up my ass please!"
Harry sat up and scooted forward. He grabbed her pretty pale little vampire ass, sliding his dick into her tight wet pussy as he fucked her doggy style on the bed in the dark of her room.
"Oh yeah, there we go, that's it! I feel that, it feels good! Faster, harder, more!"
She just kept urging him more. Harry hesitantly obliged her, pounding her tight little ass and griping her small hips of her frame, fucking at her furiously!
"Fuck yes, harry, make me cum, please make me cum!"
Harry bent low over her and reached under for her clit hood. She told him to rub her clitoris bare and directly, so he did. He grabbed an ample breast and kneaded her roughly, pinched and twisted her nipples as she asked him to. None of it seemed enough for her, miraculously. She thrust her ass back on his cock and started begging him to spank her! Harry blushed and hesitated severely at her requests. But he decided to try for her.
He straightened and put a hand on her ass, caressing. Then he lifted away and gave a light swat. She urged him more, of course. Harder, and harder still! Harry felt at one point like he was hitting her far too hard! But her ass had no redness to it and she wasn't making any noises of pain - just pleasure.
"Fuuuck yessss i'm cummiiiiiiing!" she finally cried out, as Harry gave a final hard smack to her ass before seizing her hips to pound at her till he came in her. She slumped forward and rolled onto her side, pulling off his spurting dick. She looked at him with a grateful smile as she quivered on the bed. "God, thank you. I haven't cum in so loooong. So long not being able to feel hardly a thing. A touch on my skin, a jolt of pleasure. anything..."
"I had no idea vampires couldn't- feel things like that anymore," Harry breathed, horrified with realization as he sat back while his softening dick oozed cum on her bedsheets. This was the reason for her aggressiveness, for asking for him to go so hard at her - to even- hit her like that on her arse! Because he literally hadn't been doing enough to get her to feel it! Because of her condition!
"It's a cursed life for a reason - that potion I took helps with that, but it's still a bitch to reach an orgasm, though. To feel anything," Demelza quavered, her eyes bleeding yellow before returning to blue. "It's as if my body is constantly covered in freezing water, or ice. You're just numb...all the time..."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Worrying doesn't change anything. Focus on the positives!" Demelza responded softly. "Like the very positive experience you just gave me, Harry...Thank you, truly, for this. Not just for letting me fuck my crush."
"You're welcome..." Harry told her. "You- you really aren't hurt? You got me going pretty hard there...I was worried I might've-"
"I'm fine. See?" Demelza rolled over and stuck her ass out at him again, giving it a wiggle. "See any cuts, bruises, or redness?"
"No. But-"
"Harry, if I didn't want it, I wouldn't have asked for it. If you were going too hard, I would have asked you to scale it back a little - or to stop." Demelza sat up and turned to look at him, a smile on her face. "Given that I never did, it's safe to say I enjoyed every second of it, and I wanted every second of it."
"O-okay...right. Yeah. Okay. S-still, I- I've never done anything like that before, I-" Harry looked away.
Demelza moved closer to him, and then she took him into a hug. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked you to do that if you weren't entirely comfortable with it. It was stupid and selfish on my part. I wasn't thinking too much about how you'd feel about it. But I should have. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. I was just- happy to- give you what you wanted."
"No, no it's not. And I'm sorry. I should have asked first. We should have talked about it!"
They went back and forth on it for a while, until Harry finally got her to drop it.
Demelza went to her kitchen to make some tea, and they watched some telly in her sitting room for a while.
They both felt a lot better, soon.
Harry gave her a kiss and promised her he'd see her again for that broom flight someday soon, and then he Disapparated.