The Lure of Cold

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

"Long time no see, Mr Potter."

Harry jumped a foot in the air and turned around, reaching for his wand as he took a step back from the voice which had just appeared out of nowhere.

Okay, not what I expected.

Instead of seeing someone like one of the Order or a Death Eater (and it was a toss up which would be worse at this particular point in time), stood in front of him was someone he'd only ever met once during Slughorn's Christmas party.

Sanguini.

The tall vampire was fascinating to Harry. He was rather thin, with skin as pale as snow and purple shadows like bruises underneath the black eyes. His eyes were similar to Snape's, but unlike the scorn and loathing of that murderous bastard, Sanguini had a flicker of intrigue in the coal orbs as he looked at Harry.

He supposed he should have been worried; Voldemort was supposed to be trying to gain the favour of the vampires, and having one in front of him when he wasn't in his house was a bad situation to be in.

Or it would have been if he cared. To be frank he was pissed off that people were ignoring him when he said he wanted to do things by himself. He wasn't being arrogant, he knew that Ron and Hermione knew a lot that could help him, but he didn't want to be held responsible if anything happened to them. The amount of times people had turned against him after something went wrong were too numerous to count, and he had no desire to see more death in front of him. They might say things would be fine, but they hadn't had to watch people die and bring back dead bodies by themselves. They didn't understand.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind."

Harry looked up to see Sanguini tilt his head to the side and study him intently. He was right. Harry suddenly had the urge to tell the truth.

"I have to kill a Dark Lord by hunting down loads of tiny pieces of him, and my friends keep trying to join in as if it's some kind of adventure."

The black eyes darkened as he spoke and flicked up to his scar, Sanguini frowning as he focused on the reminder of Harry's status.

"Mr Potter, may I examine your scar?"

My scar? "Go ahead."

Suddenly Sanguini had covered the distance between them without Harry even realising before he felt a cold hand brush his fringe aside. He shivered at the feeling of the icy fingers gliding across the skin of his forward, pushing forward towards the hand without even realising.

Harry had never understood the stupidity of pure-bloods looking down on so-called 'creatures'. They trusted goblins to look after their money then turned around and called them beasts – utter stupidity. Harry couldn't care less about species, especially as he was starting to remember a few of the rather inappropriate dreams he'd had of the man in front of him after the Christmas party.

"Mr Potter –"

"Call me Harry."

Sanguini locked eyes with him and smirked, revealing fangs that gave him a squirming feeling in his stomach.

"Harry."

Are voices supposed to be so attractive? Harry felt a little light-headed at that gaze; he felt like prey.

"Harry," Sanguini said, "there's some dark magic in your scar. I believe it to be another 'piece' you were supposed to hunt down."

Harry blinked dazedly for a moment before the words sunk in and he froze, feeling his stomach drop and leave him feeling sick. He had a … He was a Horcrux?

"I'm a …"

The vampire gripped his chin in an icy hand and tilted Harry's head up to meet his eyes. "I know how to get rid of it without you dying. I can also help you look for the rest. Do you trust me?"

Trust him. Harry didn't even know him. He knew Sanguini was a vampire, a few hundred years old, wasn't allied with any particular coven … He knew nothing.

It was a terrible idea.

"Yes."

It was a brilliant idea.

Sanguini grinned and bared his fangs, slipping his hand around to the back of Harry's neck to pull his head up. He didn't have any time to react before their lips met and he shuddered at the feeling of freezing lips.

The vampire took that as a positive sign and licked into his mouth, determined to map every inch of Harry he could with his tongue. Harry moaned and caught his tongue on a fang, tasting blood bead on the wet muscle. Sanguini suddenly pulled back, licking his lips at the taste of Harry's blood. He looked at Harry who noticed the dilated pupils, and realised what Sanguini wanted.

He was supposed to do things properly, hunt down a Dark Lord with his friends like a good little Gryffindor, probably get back with Ginny and have the stereotypical wife and kids and Ministry job. He wasn't supposed to be here snogging a vampire and preparing to run off with him while ignoring his friends.

Harry thought about being the perfect Gryffindor before he remembered he wasn't supposed to wear red and gold to begin with.

He locked eyes with Sanguini and tilted his head back to bare his neck.

Black eyes darkened to pitch black before he moved.

Sanguini bit down.

A/N: Hello everyone!

This was a request by emalynnstone on AO3. I actually quite like Sanguini as a character. There's barely anything to him besides being a vampire, so there's so much people can expand on :)

Hope you like it. Let me know what you think :D

Until next time!