Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Mine to Take Care Of
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Vampire!Harry. Not humour. :D (Seriously, but it is too fluffy for a vampire fic, me thinks.)
Word Count: ~2500
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry fails to understand that everything Draco gives has already been Harry's to begin with.
Note: Written for hp_creatures's prompt #1 - Mate
Yes, I'm posting a vampire fic on Easter. O.O But I have to because there's already a new prompt on hp_creatures and I feel like I'm late to the party as it is. And, actually this is completely Easter-y, because you see there's just smut here, and smut is like chocolate, and chocolate is like chocolate bunnies, and bunnies are Easter-y so there!

Also, this is my first REAL creature!fic and I haven't read that many of them actually, so it's possible I'm doing it wrong.

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Mine to Take Care Of

 

Draco's eyes suddenly snapped open and he looked around in panic. Something woke him up though he wasn't sure what. Even now that he was fully awake, his heart was hammering in anguish. He looked up and started again, but then, realizing what disturbed his sleep, he relaxed.

There, at the foot of the bed stood Harry Potter, making no noise whatsoever, but instead just standing in the darkness and staring directly at Draco. It would probably scare everybody to death to see Harry like this — just watching silently with a dark, hot gaze. Knowing that Harry was a vampire certainly wouldn't help to ease one's worries.

But Draco wasn't afraid, he could never be afraid of Harry — they were bound to each other, mated for life as a result of Draco's own wishes. Years ago Harry had accepted Draco's proposition. For a time it seemed that Harry was determined to wither and die alone in his misery, but Draco had elbowed his way into Harry's life and convinced him that he deserved to be happy, a dark creature or not. It was ludicrous really, the way Harry would make the same conclusion for every other unfortunate soul that had been turned into a vampire, but he made no such conclusion in regards to himself. Even after all this time, Harry was still a bit too grateful for what Draco had done. He acted as though Draco made a sacrifice and now Harry would have to pay his tribute until he died. Draco promised himself that one day he would convince Harry that being with him was not a sacrifice but a privilege.

Even though he wasn't afraid of Harry, Draco was constantly afraid for him. There were still people that couldn't deal with the fact that a vampire was running around loose. The anxiety Draco felt earlier was increasing steadily, and now he was aware that the feeling wasn't his own. Now Draco could tell that Harry wasn't well.

Draco struggled with the sheets for a moment and then scrambled towards the edge of the bed, ending up on his knees. He reached with his hands towards Harry. "Come here," he said gently. Harry hesitated and looked away. "Come here," Draco repeated more firmly. "Tell me what happened. You're back early."

Harry clenched his fists, hiding pale bony fingers Draco adored, and slowly, he came closer and sat on the bed beside Draco. He ignored Draco's reaching hand, but Draco paid little heed and instead, he grabbed Harry's hands between his. The moment he touched them he knew what was wrong. "You haven't eaten. Your hands are cold."

Harry still wasn't looking at Draco, but instead, he just lowered his head. "There was no proper blood on the island. I did drink something." Harry frowned, looking at his lap. "I'm not really sure it actually was blood. It certainly made me feel worse."

Draco sighed. This happened too often due to Harry's job. Harry drank a special potion, mixed with dragon's blood that kept him fed and healthy. But the potion was to be taken fresh and when Harry went on an Auror mission he had no one to brew it for him. There was a time Draco was pleased that the Ministry hadn't fired Harry after what happened to him, but lately he just wished that Harry was safe at home where Draco could take care of him.

Harry was normal most of the time, though honestly maybe Draco wasn't a good judge of what was normal anymore. Perhaps it would be more correct to say that Harry was healthy most of the time, as long as he took his potion regularly. In times like these when Harry didn't get his dose, things would get a little complicated.

The cold hands between Draco's palms shivered and Draco looked at his mate more closely. Harry closed his eyes as he struggled with his vampire nature. If possible, he was even paler than usual. His skin was nearly translucent, his hair was falling listlessly over his face — there was no trace of that wild shaggy mop that Draco secretly liked.

"It's fine," Draco whispered quietly. He threw one arm around Harry's stiff shoulders and scooted closer, trailing his lips gently over a cold, pale cheek. "You know what to do."

Harry shuddered again. "I don't want to," he murmured, sounding miserable and scared.

"You need to," Draco coaxed. "Mate's blood will heal everything. Go on." Draco gripped Harry's hand and buried his nose in the dark hair. He was more than aware that his neck was bared for Harry. "You know I don't mind."

Harry was still and unmoving for awhile, but then a low rumbling could be heard, rising threateningly from deep within Harry's throat. Draco could feel Harry grip his hand and he could hear the sound of fangs coming out to play. Draco shivered despite having done this many times before — he would be lying if he said that this was pleasant.

"Draco ..." This wasn't Harry's voice anymore, but a low animalistic purr that sent an entirely different shiver down Draco's spine.

"Do it, Harry. Take what you need," Draco murmured into Harry's hair.

With a growl, Harry grabbed Draco around the waist with one hand and with the other he gripped the blond hair, angling Draco's head so he could plunge his teeth into the offered neck.

Draco allowed himself to be manhandled and he had a moment to brace himself for what was coming. Harry's breath ghosted over his skin, cold and threatening and Draco was well aware that he was now trapped in Harry's grip until Harry decided that he had enough.

Sharp teeth plunged in Draco's neck and though he expected it he still gasped. Harry wasn't gentle — he couldn't control himself when he was like this. It hurt impossibly as Harry sucked in, drinking Draco's blood until Draco was starting to feel light-headed.

Harry made sounds — he slurped and swallowed and Draco thought he could feel his blood surging out of his body and into Harry's devouring mouth. Draco was getting dizzier by the second. The pain in his neck was excruciating, his limbs were going numb, but Harry was still feeding.

Harry knew when to stop. He always knew when to stop.

Draco was trembling, feeling as though his very soul was consumed by Harry. The dark that surrounded them turned even darker somehow. With a cry, Harry tore his mouth away and Draco felt himself falling down or possibly flying away. He tried to open his eyes but when he finally managed the room was spinning mercilessly.

In the distance, Harry was screaming.

That was the unfortunate consequence — mate's blood healed, but it was still human blood. Harry wasn't used to it, and at a time like this when he would get a taste, it sent him into a frenzy. Human blood was like a drug to vampires, but mate's blood set fire to emotions and sensations, causing a crushing turmoil that threatened to drive one mad.

Draco struggled to get up, but only managed to crawl over to the gasping and shivering Harry. "It's okay," Draco tried to say but it came out like a gasp. The pain in his neck was blinding him and his limbs felt heavy and listless.

"Oh God!" Harry was panting and moaning, twisting his body and thrashing around. Draco didn't know how it felt for him but it looked like Harry was positively tormented by pleasure.

This was Draco's reward and he had no intention of missing it.

With supreme effort, Draco dragged himself towards the headboard, and took his wand from beneath the pillows. He cast every Invigorating Charm on himself that he knew — it didn't help much but Draco did feel a little better. At least it made the room stop spinning. There was no helping his neck of course, only Harry was able to heal that particular wound, and currently, Harry was indisposed. Draco took off his pyjama with some trouble and then looked over towards Harry.

Harry was lying on his back, his legs still on the floor. He was writhing and bucking his hips, thrusting his pelvis into empty air, and arching his back as he moaned in complete ecstasy. Despite being completely exhausted and not to mention severely injured, Draco felt his cock twitch at the sight.

Thank Merlin for magic! Draco waved his wand at Harry and Vanished his mate's clothes. Harry didn't even notice — he was achingly hard and oblivious. He trailed his hands over his own hips, hissing as he did so, and his heavy cock twitched, leaking precum on his flat stomach.

Harry did notice when Draco grabbed his upper-arms and pulled him backwards so Harry ended up fully sprawled on the bed. Harry moaned when Draco touched him. He screwed his eyes shut, letting himself be manoeuvred as Draco wished, clearly enjoying in every touch that trailed over his sensitive skin.

Draco wasted no time and he settled himself between Harry's spread thighs, admiring the image before him. Harry seemed enraptured in his own pleasure and unaware of his surroundings.

"I need ... I need ... " Harry panted, opening his eyes and levelling his dark gaze on Draco.

"I know," Draco reassured in a scratchy voice. He reached with his hands and caressed Harry's torso, dragging his fingers and nails over taut muscles. Harry arched upwards into Draco's touch, relishing in every tiniest caress. Draco pinched the already hard nipples, twisting them cruelly. Harry almost screamed as he lifted his legs, bending them at the knees and spreading them wide in shameless offering.

Draco couldn't stand this anymore — his cock was throbbing more intensely than his neck and that was no idle comparison. He aimed his wand at Harry's entrance and murmured the Lubrication Charm. Harry was never fussy about preparation, he liked to both give it and take it hard, always treading the thin line between and successfully blending pain and pleasure. With Harry all that mattered was intensity.

The moment the wet, cold substance coated Harry's insides, Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, crossing his ankles and pulling Draco closer. He gripped the sheets and wriggled his arse, effectively rubbing his bum against Draco's cock.

Draco needed no further encouragement. He grabbed his cock and in one smooth thrust he was buried in impossible tight heat. Harry growled and threw his head back, his spine forming a perfect arc as he took Draco inside. Draco's worries about whether he could provide Harry with the intense coupling Harry desired dissipated instantly as Harry began to move. Draco was hardly able to thrust because Harry was holding him in a death grip with his legs, impaling himself firmly and controlling the pace of their frenzied lovemaking.

Draco grabbed Harry's hips and bent a little as Harry lifted himself on his elbows and stared at Draco with a heated gaze, seemingly intent on driving Draco crazy. He was moving continuously in a perfect rhythm, Draco struggled to follow. The muscles on Harry's stomach stretched and trembled beneath his skin as he worked his hips, pulling Draco inside, squeezing and then releasing him, only to sink on his length once more.

Draco could feel sweat break out all over his body, his hair was stuck to his face, and Harry's hips threatened to slip from his grip. But none of it mattered because Draco was close to oblivion. He could feel his body tremble in anticipation of his fast approaching orgasm. Harry was still staring, his mouth opening with every thrust to make a loud Oh!-sound.

Draco's hands abandoned Harry's slim hips and grabbed the heavy cock that jumped in his hands the moment Draco touched it. Harry growled — the sound so animalistic and primal, it sent a jolt of electricity down Draco's spine. Harry's fangs came out as he bared his neck and screamed in ecstasy, and copious amount of cum coated Draco's hands and Harry's stomach. Draco barely managed to keep a jerky pace as his own orgasm struck with blinding intensity.

It took Draco quite some time to return to reality where every muscle of his body hurt and he was covered in sweat and cum. Harry was still thrashing around, still lost in his pleasure, growling and moaning ceaselessly. Draco pulled out his sensitive cock from within Harry and then crawled upwards to grab him and trap him in a hug. Draco pressed his mate's head on his chest, stroking his hair lightly, hoping that Harry would calm down. Harry struggled and bumped his cock feebly against Draco's leg, still quite hard despite of coming so spectacularly a minute ago.

Eventually, Harry lifted his head and looked at Draco with dazed green eyes. He was still clearly trapped within his euphoric state but he seemed more lucid. "Are you all right?" Harry murmured but then his gaze fell on Draco's neck. Without another word he reached out and placed a now warm hand on the wound. Draco could feel the magic crackle and the pain was gone.

"I'm sorry," Harry said almost brokenly.

This was a point where Draco could say, "If you're truly sorry you would quit your job and stay with me." Draco always planned to say it but somehow he just couldn't — Harry loved his job. He loved that he was still allowed to help people despite what happened to him.

"I was bored today anyway," Draco said instead. "And now I got to bugger a vampire. Can't complain, really."

Harry laughed a little though he still seemed upset, and then he buried his head in the crook of Draco's neck, his hips bucking as he did so.

Draco lowered one hand and grabbed Harry's arse. "Go on," he whispered. "I can't help much though."

Harry didn't move and Draco teasingly wriggled a finger against Harry's opening, pushing it in just a little. Harry made a strangled noise and bucked and then kept thrusting against Draco's leg. It didn't take long and after sliding his cock against Draco's sweat-slicked thigh, Harry shuddered and panted in Draco's ear.

"Better?" Draco asked, caressing Harry's damp hair. He could feel Harry nod and then a small kiss was placed on Draco's neck.

Draco tried to perform some Cleaning Charms on them but he had little energy. Tomorrow they would wake up sticky and smelly — there was no helping that now. Harry snuggled closer in a much too cuddly manner for a dangerous fearsome vampire. Draco hugged back, relishing in the warm skin, a sign that Harry was back to his full health, his energy newly replenished with Draco's blood.

"You're so good to me," Harry whispered sleepily, his lips brushing Draco's neck again.

Draco sighed inwardly and hugged Harry tighter. He didn't know how to persuade Harry that he would do much more than just give a bit of his blood now and then, but in one thing he was certain — he would never stop trying.

"Goodness has nothing to do with it," Draco murmured, brushing his lips against Harry's sweaty forehead. "You're simply mine to take care of."

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Fin

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