hpvamp | Capture - Harry/Draco

Title: Capture
Author:

ravenpan
pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rowling, not me.
Original request/Bunny:
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Scenario: Epilogue compliant. Draco turned into vampire in work accident. Both still married.
Cool things: Both complitely straight before accident. Bottom!Draco. Some fluff.
Squicks: scat, non-con. (submitted by

devian_11)
Notes: Did the best I could to comply with the request - had a lot of fun writing it. Hope it satisfies!

Capture

Just as Harry was getting his things together to leave the Magical Law-Enforcement offices one evening in late September, a frantic secretary from the Department of the Control of Magical Creatures (at least, so said her name-plate) ran straight past HIS secretary, and straight into him. "Mister Potter, sir, it's awful!"

"What's awful?" he asked, confused.

The woman started speaking, quickly, and there was only so much he could pick up from her frantic monologue. The best he could work out was that her boss, Draco Malfoy, had gone in the night before to look at a Doxy infestation, and still hadn't returned, according to his wife having called in ten minutes ago.

Harry sighed. Well, it wouldn't hurt to look in on it on his way home, "What's the address?"

She handed him a parchment and gushed her thanks for looking out for everyone, even as he pushed past and headed to the floo.

He wondered just how many times one can pull someone out of danger before it became ridiculous to even bother.

---

Turned out it was only one more time. Just as Harry was carefully making his way to the door - everything went black. The next thing he knew he was locked in a dungeon-cell like room, with what appeared to be a handful of dead bodies. All wore ministry worker robes, all with name-plates from the Department of the Control of Magical Creatures.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that every one of them had their throats neatly torn out.

As his eyes adjusted, he tried to take in more details of the room. Off in one corner a body lay apart from the others, as though in state, a thin shroud covering it.

Cautiously, Harry moved toward the anomaly. There was no movement to suggest life, not even the barest hint of breath against the cloth, or in rising of the chest. He crouched beside it, ready to dart away at any moment, and carefully pulled the shroud back from the head.

Blood caked the throat, as it did all the others. However, blood also speckled the lips of the corpse.

That didn't bode well.

It wasn't until the eyes opened silver that Harry realised he was looking at the body of Draco Malfoy.

...Who didn't appear to be quite as dead as he looked.

Wild silver eyes looked at Harry, and he jumped back even as the blond man did, slamming himself into the corner and drawing up his knees. The panicked man pushed himself shakily to his feet and pressed himself back against the wall; no recognition, only terror, in his eyes.

"Malfoy. MALFOY!" Harry shouted to get his attention. Slowly the panicked eyes fell on him. "What happened here?!"

"Doxies..." Malfoy's voice was hoarse and he shook his head so hard his hair flew into and out of his eyes. "It... suppposed to be doxies...." He wrapped his arms around himself and whimpered in dispair, sliding to sit on the grimy floor again.

"Doxies don't do that kind of damage, Mal-"

"..pires... Vamp... rogue ones... not tame... wild... Oh Circe...."

Harry scowled and moved to another corner of the room, keeping the 'dead bodies' and Malfoy, who had been one when he came in, within his sight. "Bloody brilliant." He peered more critically at Malfoy, and remembered the blood flecking his lips.

Malfoy'd been Turned.

"Fuck."

---

It was uncertain how long they'd been there. The window was just a bare slit at the top of the wall, and there was always a light of some sort shining through. Occasionally a small plate of food would appear in front of Harry.

Nothing appeared for Malfoy, who prowled the far wall like a caged beast, watching Harry intently.

Occasionally he'd speak. "You should kill me," he said. "Break that plate and slice my head off before I do something we'll both regret."

"Don't worry, Malfoy, I have no problem with killing a vampire with designs on my blood," Harry would grump back, keeping his distance.

Several dank meals later, Malfoy's tune changed. He paced, whimpering slightly as he watched Harry keep his distance. "Sure you don't have a papercut?"

"Not since the last time you asked, no."

Another whimper, more pacing. "I could take you. I could have you, and you wouldn't be able to stop me."

"Don't even try it, Malfoy."

"Soooo Hungry...."

"You just stay over there and be hungry, someone'll come for us eventually."

"Just a taste...."

"No."

---

"They must be waiting for you to kill me," Harry said once, such a long time later. His beard had actually thickened with time. Oh, it wasn't long by any means, but it was ever so much more than a five-oh-clock shadow, now.

"Mmm..."

"What, no snark about stating the obvious?" he asked, looking at the pacing vampire.

The blond continued his pacing, his feverish eyes locked on Harry's throat, and said nothing.

"....Malfoy?"

Tongue licked fang as silver eyes turned wholly black.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked again, pushing himself to standing against the wall, edging away. "...Draco!" he tried to snap him out of it, but the blond now seemed to be stalking him.

"Come on, now, I. Am. Not. Food!"

A sly smile touching pale, thin lips was suddenly too close for comfort. "Your heart is quickening," Malfoy whispered, pushing Harry against the wall with unnatural strength. His nose ran along Harry's throat as he struggled, then his tongue. "You act like food...."

"Malfoy, stop!"

"Stop...what? Teasing?" the vampire asked before sinking his fangs into Harry's throat. The resultant scream tapered off into a moan shared by both of them as Malfoy...Draco. Began drinking.

Harry felt himself harden, but really didn't care at that moment about anything other than the incredible rush radiating from the pleasure-pain of the fangs in his throat. As Draco drank, Harry pushed him back against the wall, rubbing against him even as his hand shoved down the blond's pants, finding his prick and tugging with blind desperation. Long cool fingers slipped around his own desperately aching cock, and he pressed into that hand like a randy teenager as he moaned.

"Fuck...you..." Harry ground out as he felt that wicked tongue against his throat, soothing the slight sting closed even as he pushed Draco down on the floor and tore his clothes from him. His mind was in such a pleasure haze, he barely recognised the fact he was being undressed with equally fierce desperation. Butter slathered on the bread from his most recent meal was smeared over fingers and prick before hurried preparation gave way to tighthotsogood as he buried himself in the not-warm-enough body squirming beneath him.

A vice-like grip around his wrist, and fangs bit in, that rush of pleasure overwhelming him again as he began wanting, thrusting, taking what was freely given.

It was the sight of blood trickling between wrist and lips as Draco drank blissfully, eyes empty and black locked on the human above him, that threw Harry over the edge, screaming his orgasm for anyone to hear before he collapsed, darkness creeping into his vision. What a way to die.

---

Only he didn't. Harry woke to find Malfoy pressed into a corner again, watching with worried silver eyes. Eyes that were no longer clouded black with madness, but wore a hunted expression just as disturbingly. He noted they were both dressed again, clothing somewhat haphazardly worn.

He checked his pulse to see whether he was still alive. He was, and he raised his eyes to watch Draco again. "You didn't kill me. Or Turn me."

The blond blinked slowly, and nodded.

"Did you want to?"

"I don't know," he whispered in reply, his eyes locked on the scar at Harry's throat, only flicking away to the matching one on his exposed wrist.

"If I keep eating what they send in, and you drink from me - maybe we can get out of here alive?"

Draco scoffed at that. "Alive, Potter? I'm dead. My wife and son will have to mourn me while I'm put down like a rabid beast. They don't deserve being associated with this... thing I am now."

"Come on, you know Vampires are considered sentient magical creatures - as long as you keep it under control-"

"Under control?! I let you fuckme!!!! I'm straight and happily married!" He stood, his bare feet making soft sounds against the floor as he started pacing again. "I'm turned into this mindless... beast the moment blood touches my lips. I can't live like this. I shouldn't. I could have killed you."

"But you didn't," Harry told him. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not gay."

Draco scoffed.

"I'm not!" Harry replied. "Whatever it is that happened to you happens to me too. It was like my brain turned off."

"I'm sure the Weaselette will be oh so very understanding when you explain it to her, if we ever get out of here."

"So you admit there's a possibility of escape?"

"It's the only thing keeping me from completely losing my mind."

"And my blood."

"Don't tempt me."

---

A few weeks later the door finally opened, and a shock of red hair poked through. Harry looked up to see Ron standing there, and smiled a wan smile, tugging his collar and shirt-sleeves to cover the evidence of repeated feedings.

"Bloody hell, Mate, you reek."

"Come to take us home?" Harry asked, standing and helping Malfoy to his feet... resting an arm around him. Whether to keep him from running to a sunny end, or to keep him close, didn't matter.

"Home?" Draco asked, glancing up at Ron.

"Yeah," Harry said from beside him. "We're going home."

END