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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69995 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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“Time to go to my vampire fighting lesson!” Harry announced to his dorm mates. “Wish me luck!”

Neville snorted. “Don’t get killed. We like you.” He said.

Harry laughed and waved as he headed out the door.

As he headed down to the dungeons he wondered what they'd be doing today. Likely more fighting, but this time, Vlad would have a plan tailored to Harry specifically. Hopefully he'd avoid getting sliced open this time, but with his luck, he didn’t count on it. He got to Severus' door and knocked.

Severus opened the door and sighed. “Ready for another beating?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “As I'll ever be. That which doesn’t kill me—"

“Makes you ridiculously arrogant, believe me, I know.” Severus interrupted. “Well, shall we?” He asked, gesturing toward the training room.

“I’m not arrogant.” Harry denied as they walked.

Severus simply looked at him with a sceptical brow cocked. “Oh?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “I've never thought I was better than anyone else at most things, except Quidditch and Defence, and those talents won’t help me fight Vlad.”

“Vampires are surprisingly resistant to spells.” Severus agreed.

Harry snorted. “Maybe not, but they can outrun them easily. Spells won’t work against them.”

Severus hummed his agreement. Last time he'd watched the two vampires fight, he'd just barely been able to track their movements when they slowed. Otherwise, they were fighting so fiercely they were little more than blurs to his eyes.

They got into the room and Harry ducked and darted past the hand that tried to grab him, coming up behind Vlad and grabbing the outstretched hand before the vampire could grab Severus instead.

“Ha!” Harry crowed gleefully. “Got you!”

“So you have.” Vlad twisted his arm free and spun around, backhanding Harry and sending him into the wall. “But that's not good enough.” He said as Severus shut the door behind himself and Harry slid down the wall to land on his arse on the floor.

Harry groaned. “How come I go flying when you hit me, and you don’t when I hit you?” He asked petulantly.

Vlad chuckled. “Because I use my full power against you. You have that pesky little conscience telling you not to use your full strength against your opponent. Have no fear; I'll beat it out of you if I must.” He said lightly. “How now, Severus? Did you enjoy yourself night before last?” He asked, a smile on his face.

Severus scowled. “Harry went mad and did unspeakable things to me. Is that what you want to know?!” He snapped.

Vlad chuckled. “Yes, the Blood Fever. It’s something vampires leave for the newly initiated to discover on their own. It has to be experienced to be appreciated. Talking about it makes it lose something. Besides, he would never harm his mate. I’m sure you enjoyed it, at least a small bit.” He smirked when Severus flushed the tiniest bit. “Deny it though you might.” He added.

Harry stood and stretched. “All right, pleasantries are observed, can we get to the lesson, now?” He asked.

Vlad nodded and focused his attention back on Harry. “You need to learn how to fight a vampire on equal footing, young one. Rogue vampires might come after you, you have my scent on you, and that scent tends to enrage them.” He explained.

“Yeah, I wondered why you smelled so familiar.” Harry mused.

“All of my bloodline carry my scent; it fades the further they are from a direct descendant.” Vlad told him.

“So how do I fight a vampire?” Harry asked.

Vlad smirked, showing a hint of fang. “You fight dirty.” He purred.

Harry frowned. “And how do I do that?” He pressed. “I don’t know how to fight dirty! I’m a Gryffindor!” He exclaimed.

“That didn’t stop you from landing a few extra hits on Draco last time you tussled.” Severus drawled.

“That’s different!” Harry told him. “I had a clear opening and I took advantage!”

Vlad chuckled. “You need to learn to do that more often.” He said in approval.

“Great.” Harry muttered.

Vlad started circling him. “Fight with every ounce of strength you possess, or you will be overpowered; you will be killed. And if the wrong vampire kills you, they will not stop there. They will also find and kill your mate.” He revealed, and Harry's blood ran cold.

He couldn’t let anything happen to Severus. The man was only human, he'd never be able to defend himself against a vampire! Moreover, he hadn't asked for any of this! Fate, pure chance had made him Harry's mate, and while he was doing a very admirable job of keeping the teen alive and well, it was Harry’s responsibility to make sure he stayed alive and in one piece. And if Harry didn’t apply himself and learn how to defend himself against rogue vampires, he’d be signing the man's death warrant. It was a sobering thought.

Vlad observed his reaction and nodded in satisfaction. “You don’t like that thought, do you? Good. That fear in the back of your mind will make you stronger, make you fight more fiercely. Let it bolster you. Now you know what's at stake.” He said softly, then rushed at Harry.

Harry fended off his blows, looking for an opening to exploit. As soon as he noticed one, it would be corrected, and he had no time to launch an attack.

“Anticipate me.” Vlad told him softly. “Think two steps ahead and decide where the next opening will be, and then strike!” He snarled, slapping his palm against Harry's forehead and making him stumble back.

Harry blinked several times, shaking his head to clear it.

“Guard that spot.” Vlad added. “It is a sure-fire way to stun a vampire; even those of my bloodline share that flaw.” He revealed.

Harry nodded and steeled himself for another attack.

Vlad didn’t disappoint, darting forward and engaging the teen again. They fought for a few minutes before Vlad decided another lesson was in order. He grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and threw him to the ground, then kicked him in the ribs. “Get up, we're not done. If your opponent has enough hair to grab, use it.”

Harry nodded and got up, and the fight resumed. The next time Vlad spun, Harry grabbed onto his ponytail and yanked, throwing the older vampire to the ground and kneeling on his chest. “Ha!” He crowed.

Vlad smiled. “Very good, but you have no idea what to do now, have you? Let me up, well have another go, and I will teach you.” He said.

Harry let him up and the fight started anew.

“If you get an opening,” Vlad hooked his leg behind Harry's and pulled it back, tripping him, “get your opponent onto the ground, under you. This will give you an advantage.” He told Harry while the teen struggled to regain his breath.

In a lightning-fast movement, he had drawn his dagger and held it, tip poised right between Harry's eyes. “A blade between the eyes will stun them for a bit, and you can then stake them through the heart.” He explained. “Then, place a clove of garlic in their mouth, decapitate them, if they are one of my direct bloodline, and burn the body, head included.” He told Harry. “That will ensure they do not come back for your blood. Vampires are vengeful creatures; we will continue trying to kill an opponent until they kill us.”

Harry nodded. “I don’t have a blade—"

“You will.” Vlad assured him, then stood and helped him up. “When you have earned it.” He added.

“How do I earn it?” Harry asked.

“Best me more often than not, and we will begin weapons training. Once you complete that, you can have a blade to keep on your person. Not until you are competent with one.” Vlad told him.

Harry nodded.

“That is enough for tonight. You fight well, and you learn quickly. While you recover, think about how you can fight dirty, what you must do to gain the upper hand. Work on anticipating your opponent. Are you any good at chess?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “Not at all.” He answered honestly.

Vlad tsked, shaking his head. “Find a partner and practice. It will teach you to think a few moves ahead. That mindset will help you fight more effectively.” He advised.

Harry nodded slowly. “Alright.”

“Play against Lucius.” Severus advised. “When you can beat him, try Draco. If you manage to win against him, I will play you.”

“Fine. I'll visit him during my free period tomorrow, then.” Harry said lightly.

Vlad grinned. “Go feed—don’t worry, a neck feeding only incites Blood Fever the first time—and get some sleep, young one. We will do this again in two days' time.”

Harry and Severus returned to Severus' rooms and Severus offered his wrist.

Harry looked at it quizzically. “But Vlad said—"

“He didn’t cut you open this time and you only ended up receiving bruises. There is no need to subject myself to another neck feeding, and besides,” He pulled the neck of his teaching robe aside to show Harry the small, silver pinpricks on his neck, “they scarred.” He hissed. “How are we supposed to keep you a secret if the neck bites don’t heal like the others?” He asked, then shoved his wrist under Harry's nose. “Take your feeding and go.”

Harry bit into his wrist, torn. He wanted to feed from the neck, as it had been much more rewarding, and the taste so much better there. At the same time, he didn’t want to scar the man, but something inside him, his inner vampire, had thrilled at the sight of the marks on his neck—a proper claim.

Feeding from the wrist now seemed wrong. Clinical.

Hollow.

Harry took his feeding with a heavy heart and closed the wounds, looking up into Severus' eyes when he finished.

The man broke the stare quickly and turned away. “I'll see you in class tomorrow.” He said, a clear dismissal.

Harry swallowed the cold ball of rejection down and nodded. “Yeah, see you.” He said weakly, turning to leave.

*****

The next morning, before class started, Harry approached Blaise. He was hungry, and he knew that breathing deep around the other teen wouldn’t suffice anymore.

“Harry.” Blaise said with a nod, causing Draco to turn around and glare at him.

“What do you want, Potter?!” He snapped.

Harry met Blaise's eyes. “It's time.” He said.

The black boy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Is it?” He purred. “What do you need from me?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “A kiss would be a good start. Or a few. However many you like, really.” He said.

Blaise smiled and backed Harry up against the cold stone wall, boxing him in with a hand either side of his shoulders. “Well, then, I hope you're ready.” He said softly, then leaned in and pressed his lips to Harry's.

Harry felt himself relax into the kiss as his incubus recognized its mate, and when Blaise's tongue quested over his bottom lip, he opened eagerly to let it in.

Blaise hummed into the kiss, one hand leaving its position to slide up Harry's neck and into his hair, fisting gently.

It was a far cry from Vlad's rough treatment the night before, and Harry moaned.

The hand relaxed, and began massaging his scalp. Blaise broke the kiss, only to lay another, more chaste kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth before claiming his lips again.

Hermione cleared her throat and they broke the kiss to look her way.

Severus was standing beside her, arms crossed and face thunderous. “So nice of you to rejoin us.” He drawled, obviously angry. He opened the door. “Get in and take your seats.” He snapped.
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