Blood Trials

5. Sex In A Vial

Harry's shackles went up immediately.  He closed his eyes and raised his head smelling the air around him, and knew without tasting it, that this blood was what he had been craving.  The hairs on his neck rising slowly, his fangs descending into his mouth, his original thirst coming back to him tenfold.  His flesh had goosebumps, and he was trying to control his want desperately.

He took off his Auror robe and hung it up on a hook in the passage, and tried to calm his breathing.  He knew what was going to happen, and the while the vampire in him wasn't ashamed of it, the others might be.

"Harry?", said Hermoine.  "Are you all right?", she asked.

"I'm fine thank you", he said with a dry mouth trying to make this moment last longer than normal.  They all said no to the offer of something to drink, much to Harry's disgust, but also to his pleasure, wanting to taste that blood with all that was in him.  If he gave himself over to lust in front of them, he would blame them or the vampire in him.  Right?

Right.

He eyed the vial, watching it as she moved it from a bag to her hands and he felt his breathing change.  It became harsher, as if he was running a marathon and was struggling to finish first, but he waited patiently for her to hold it out to him.  He was thirsty, but there was no way he was going to grab at it like someone who was used to being gifted nothing.  

At one point he growled, while his eyes held their gaze on the glass bottle, holding what he knew to be ecstasy.  

And while he was watching the vial, Hermoine, Snape and Draco were watching Potter.  

They kept looking and watched Harry's eyes, as they flitted to wherever the vial would go.  Harry stood there, with his fists clenched by his sides, and snarled, feeling his fangs drop down at the amazing scent that was filling his nostrils.  

He watched as the vial was passed from Hermoine into Snape's hands, and when he passed it to Draco, Harry licked his lips and gave himself a mental pat on the back for being so fucking patient. 

When all he really wanted to do was reach out and suck the life out of Malfoy, and drink the blood potion as his dessert.  But he held back, and waited for the blond to offer it to him.  

Draco wondered if he should tease Potter some more, but when he heard another growl, he relented and held out his hand holding the vial.  He didn't really want to be that cruel.  Harry raised his eyes slowly looking at Draco, and with a flick of his wrist, the vial flew into his hand, and was now his to hold and to open and enjoy.  

His whole body was thrumming from the scent coming from the vial, and it was as if Harry got lost in himself.  He could feel his cock getting hard, his body vibrating, and he loved the feeling of power coming from what would soon be touching his lips.  

The cork popped open with just a thought, and he threw his head back and swallowed every last drop of the luscious liquid.  When he was done, he licked his lips again, and growled in appreciation.

Snape, Hermoine and Draco waited for something to happen, and when it did, it wasn't what they were expecting.  

Harry had moved so fast and so swiftly towards Draco, and had a hand around his throat, nuzzling his neck, trying to imprint his scent to memory.  He was so aroused, that he couldn't see straight.

Still growling and with his hand still around the beautiful throat of his healer, Harry paid the others no mind.  

Snape drew his wand to stun Potter, but the magic that was inside of Harry had him relieving Snape of his wand with a non verbal Expelliarmus, making it drop and scatter across the floor, as if he were pissed that his mating ritual was being interrupted.

Draco held up a hand to warn them that they didn't know what Harry's magic could do, and technically, Harry wasn't hurting him.  

"Talk to him Draco", whispered Hermoine.  "He usually listens to you", she said, only just realizing it.  

"Potter", said Draco, after gulping down a swallow.  

Christ, the man himself smelled musky, and he even found himself turned on at the power emanating from Harry.  

Harry lifted his head away from Draco's neck and looked into his eyes, coming back to the present.  

Why was his hand around Draco's throat? 
Why was his mouth watering? 
Why was his cock hard?

Oh.

Fuck.