"We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us."
Francois Rabelais
Hurling a stunner at Tom, Harry ducked awaiting Tom's response. Sure enough an orb of flame flew over his head, singeing his hair slightly before slamming into the wall. Quickly Harry ran across the arena, weaving in between spells before speeding up barrelling right into Tom. Flying across the room, they bounced off one of the walls, landing lightly on the floor. Pinning Tom down, Harry bared his fangs, inching them closer to his mentor's jugular. He could hear the sweet blood rush through the artery compelling him...
"Fine, you win" grumbled Tom, breaking Harry out of his trance.
Sitting up, Harry became aware that he was now, in effect straddling him and got up so fast that, for a moment, he was mesmerised by the room spinning. Feeling a hand clamp down on his shoulder, he looked into sapphire eyes, seeing a twinge of concern in their otherwise icy depths.
"When was the last time you fed?" asked Tom.
"Um, two or three weeks ago" answered Harry. In all honesty he couldn't really remember, time seemed to move strangely in this realm and it was hard to keep track of it.
"Hmm, come, your body needs more energy, especially after so much training" said Tom, leading him to his chambers.
Sitting down on the familiar couch Harry felt another wave of dizziness overwhelm him. Clasping his head in his hands, he groaned, resisting the urge to be sick. Curling up on the couch, he closed his eyes, not caring that he was acting weak. If there was one thing he hated about vampyrism, it was how dependent is made one on blood. However he was suspicious that his current state was not just a because of his lack of blood. Getting up to fast had been the trigger and then thinking back to the reasons for his sudden movement….
No he would not go there.
"Here take this" said Tom gently, prising Harry's hands from his face and enclosing his fingers around the cool glass of a crystal goblet. The thick, red liquid was sloshing slightly as his hand shook, seeing this Tom placed his hand over Harry's, guiding the goblet to Harry's awaiting mouth. Slurping noisily, Harry felt a rush as the liquid poured down his throat. His eyes glowed eerily and he once again felt an uncontrollable lust for more blood. This was the longest he had gone without the substance since his change, Lysander often made sure that he remembered to take it. However Lysander had been spending even more time with Blaise as the holidays drew to a close meaning Harry was left in charge of his own blood supply. And if there was one thing about Harry that everyone knew, he wasn't very good at looking after himself. In fact, with the whole 'going back to Hogwarts thing' coming up he had been spending even more time training and everything else had taken a backseat. It was only now he was seeing that maybe ignoring things in favour of others wasn't the best way to go about things.
Groaning, Harry dug his nails into the couch and ripping sounds resounded throughout the room. He needed more goddammit! Growling in frustration he clawed at his throat, trying to get rid of the burning fire that was slowly consuming him. Seeing that this wasn't helping he curled up and hugged his knees to his chest, whimpering as his self control was slowly wearing away. He remembered what had happened last time. Last time he had nearly drunk from Alderan, if Tom hadn't stopped him, Harry shuddered to think what would have happened. Sniffing the air he sensed the coppery metal that could only mean one thing. Glancing up he saw Tom had sliced his wrist, blood was dripping from the wound and Harry licked his lips. Unlike the other blood he had drank, Tom's smelt powerful. He could sense the magic that made Tom the most powerful dueller in the realm and it made his mouth water. His control crumbled and Harry lunged himself at Tom, drawing his last energy reserves, he latched onto the offered appendage. Tom's blood exploded into his mouth, sending shockwaves of power through his system. Sucking greedily, he felt Tom collapse onto the couch, he was moaning slightly but his eyes were trained on Harry. Flinching at the intensity of his gaze, Harry finally felt sated and pulled back, licking away the dribble of blood that leaked from the wound, watching in facination as the gash healed, only leaving behind a small pink scar.
Licking his lips, not wanting to miss a drop, Harry sat back. Taking in Tom's pallid face he felt a flutter of concern for the man. Inching closer he felt Tom's pulse, it was slow but most definitely there. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry stood up and went through to the kitchen. Like the lounge it too was neat but Harry never had time to appreciate it, instead following his senses until he found Tom's supply of blood. Grabbing a bottle he hurried back through to the lounge before pressing it to Tom's lips. Sensing the blood, Tom opened his mouth and slowly Harry helped his mentor drink it. Seeing that Tom had regained some colour, Harry checked his pulse once more, relieved to find that it had a more steady rhythm. Moving away, he saw Tom move slowly before opening his eyes and glancing at Harry. Relief flooded through Harry's system, if Tom had died because of his stupidity then Harry never thought he would be able to forgive himself. Rolling his eyes he realised Hermione was right, he did have a 'saving people' complex.
"Are you okay?" asked Tom, sitting forward and straightening his shirt. Harry almost rolled his eyes at this predictable gesture, the man almost dies and yet one of his first concerns is his appearance.
"Yes," answered Harry, if he was totally honest he felt a buzz, it was like there was electricity running through his veins, heightening his senses and, as cliche as it sounds, making him feel like he could do anything, "What about you?"
"Of course I am fine" replied Tom curtly, quickly raising his defences again, however Harry would never forget how he had looked whilst Harry had sucked his blood. Hell he couldn't close his eyes without seeing it!
"Why did you do that? Surely normal blood would have sufficed eventually" he tried and failed miserably to hide the burning curiosity in his voice.
"My blood carries an immense volume of magic thereby making my blood more powerful. Your blood is the same however to a higher degree, it was only logical to conclude that blood closer in magical strength to your own would sate you faster" answered Tom calmly, leaning back and crossing his legs.
"But, but you could have died!" exclaimed Harry, fear gripping his heart at how blasé Tom sounded at this.
"It takes far more than that to kill me Harry, at worst I would have entered a coma in which all you would have had to do was replenish my body's blood before my systems shut down due to lack of energy."
"But…" Harry could find nothing to counterargue this but it still never stopped him from protesting against it.
"No buts. Now what I wanted to discuss with you. The Dark Elven Leader Nimthîriel requests your presence at Galu Glade. It is where they conduct their blessings and Nimthîriel wishes to purify you so your affinity is not known to those who are Light. To them you shall still appear to be 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'" explained Tom.
"How will that help me? Can't Dumbledore just look into my mind and see?" asked Harry.
"No, Alderan is going to place blocks on those memories, you shall be able to remember but those who look into your mind shall merely be re-directed elsewhere. Elven magic is incredibly powerful, they are masters of aura magic. No one shall see through your disguise I can assure you."
"When shall we go?"
"Hyperion and I have to discuss this but it will be soon. Now Harry I am incredibly tired, do you mind if we leave it here for today?" asked Tom, looking closely Harry could see he was speaking the truth and, cursing himself for not noticing sooner, bade goodbye and rushed out of the room.
Hurrying out into the arena he crossed the room quickly before entering the corridor. Tom's blood was pulsing in his veins and Harry felt like he couldn't keep still. Racing through the corridors he came to his room and barrelled through the door. Sitting down on his bed he soon got up and started pacing agitatedly, his hands clasped behind his back.
He had just drank from Tom.
Sure that was a common thing as a vampyre but up until that moment he had always drank from a glass, the vampyres preferring to keep some sense of civility. This had been different. It had felt like they were one person. He could still feel Tom's pulse getting slower, hear him moan as Harry sucked away his lifeblood.
Oh god that moan.
It had been filled with want, want that Harry had placed in the man. For a moment he had seen Tom's mask properly fall. Shivering, but not from the cold, Harry began pacing again, trying to ignore the problem that these thoughts were generating. Moving over to his wardrobe he wrenched it open, fishing around until he found his pyjamas. Pulling them on he climbed into his bed, sure it was early but he didn't feel like he could face the others just yet. He could still see Tom lying there, staring at him intently as he bit back a… Damn it! Running his hands down his chest, he stopped when he got to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms realising that this wasn't going to go away. Peeling them off, he ran a finger down his erect member, biting his bottom lip to suppress the groan that was steadily clawing its way up his throat. Too aroused to feel disgusted with himself let alone be able to stand much teasing, he fisted it and started pumping slowly. Feeling himself getting closer to the edge, he thrusted eagerly into his hand to try and get more friction, images of Tom, his eyes clouded over with lust that he, Harry, had created swirling in his mind as he came. Wandlessly he cleaned away the sticky mess and rolled over onto his side, falling into a restless slumber.
Tom meanwhile was still lying the couch and, as he slept, he had a small smile on his face.
It was now a few days until Harry was going back to Hogwarts. A few months ago this idea would have been appealing but now all he felt was anxiousness bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
What if he failed?
What if everything was destroyed because of him?
Trembling slightly, he took a bite out of the baby corn that was speared on the end of his fork. Crunching the little beads of sweetcorn, he swallowed, his eyes staring intently at his plate of salad.
"You'll be fine Harry" said Luna soothingly, giving his shoulders a comforting squeeze.
"How do you know what I'm thinking?" asked Harry.
"What besides the fact that you've been fixated by your plate for five minutes?" asked Lysander, smothering a grin, Harry shot him a reproachful look.
"Your aura is infused with red telling me you are anxious" answered Luna, staring over in the far corner dreamily.
"No I agree with Lysander, you were practically gnawing through your lip" said Blaise, not even attempting to hide his mirth.
"Why do you find it so amusing?" asked Harry impatiently, stabbing a tomato with a little more force than necessary.
"Their jerks, simple" replied Hannah, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips almost guiltily, making Harry think there was something he was missing.
"Ah, but we are hot jerks" said Lysander as if that made it acceptable. Rolling his eyes Harry thoughtfully bit into the tomato, swallowing the red juice quickly before toying with the skin.
"I think that might be my cue to interrupt" came a soft, almost melodic voice from the doorway. Looking up, Harry was greeted with the view of a tall, willowy man. As he crossed the room, his grace almost took Harry's breath away, a fact that was quickly picked up on by the man if the amusement swirling in his aquamarine was anything to go by. His long platinum blond hair seemed to snake around him as if it had a life of its own, shining in the light and possessing Harry with the ridiculous urge to touch it. Snapping back to reality he cleared his throat and set down his cutlery.
"Hello Hyperion, I hope you are in good health?" inquired Luna, her eyes wandering over to the elf.
"Indeed I am, Tom has asked that I take you to the Elven kingdoms" said Hyperion, addressing Harry.
"Yes, Tom did mention something to me about this however I was unaware that it was to be so soon, is he not coming too?" asked Harry, the elf's formality rubbing off on him, trying not to blush as he thought of 'coming' and 'Tom' in the same sentence, his activities from the night before still burned in his memory.
"He is already there, Nimthîriel required his help setting up" answered Hyperion, his melodic voice was almost hypnotic, the way that is caressed Harry's ears. Standing up, Harry left the remains of his salad and said goodbye to his friends. Walking out the door he swore he heard Lysander and Blaise snicker and vowed that when he got back he would suggest some 'quality' time in the arena.
"Why do they need his help?" asked Harry, as they walked to the front entrance - well Harry walked and Hyperion almost glided making Harry feel about as graceful as a three legged elephant.
"He is your mentor they need him to guide you through it" Hyperion's voice was as lovely as ever but Harry detected a hint of amusement towards the end, "Now I believe you know how to Phase?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, then I shall see you there" said Hyperion, a dark glow seemed to spread over the elf's skin, encasing him before he vanished silently into the night.
A/N: Thank you for the feedback! I decided to give myself some time off studying and write this chapter. To be honest I have no idea where half of this stuff came from, I had certainly not planned for Harry to drink Tom's blood or Hyperion coming back into it so I'm going to have to revise a few things...
IMPORTANT NOTE: The Midnight Realm is made up of a lot more than the castle and there are kingdoms or clans of other Dark creatures - Dark elves, werewolves etc. The only reason all of Harry's friends are in the castle and not with their people is because Alderan prefers to keep them there as it is the safest place for them, and also it allows for bonding between them. I'll try and fit this in in the next chapter or so but just in case I don't then there it is. If you have any questions then just PM me or review.
Oh yeah about the citrus, lime whatever it is called, I'm trying to branch out of my comfort zone so if it isn't well done or just plain awful tips would be appreciated :)
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I apologise for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes contained within this chapter.
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