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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83472 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Thank you for the reviews - hopefully this chapter will answer any questions you have ;)

Warnings - m/m m/m/f

Harry felt all eyes on him, Severus let out a stunned gasp. Amelia had moved towards the flustered Draco, her smile placating.

“Draco, relax its just sex.” her nonchalant tone made Saul smile from behind the shocked blond. Lucius and Remus were in various states of undress, Remus staring at Severus as he did up his trousers, the look on his face was intrigued.

“What do you mean!” Harry’s voice was strained and bewildered.

Draco, who was about to launch into a full fledged temper tantrum clicked his mouth shut, the tension visible in the room. Amelia’s gaze was focused on the silent potion master.

“They don’t know?” she directed her question to Severus, who looked more bewildered at the words than Harry felt. Amelia quirked an eyebrow at his lack of response, turning to look at Saul, his frown matching hers. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what!” Harry shouted, his temper beginning to rise.

Amelia sighed, her eyes saddened and she held out her hand to Severus. Harry’s heart raced as Severus tentatively took her hand, she held it gently, the smile on her face was sweet and full of empathy.

“I have some things to tell you,” she gestured for them all to sit down, the men with identical looks of confusion obeyed the vampire, Harry sitting on the floor at Severus feet, the potion master had been guided to the comfortable chair in front of the fire. Amelia reached and picked her half empty glass, handing it to Severus and giving Harry a cheeky wink.

“You’re too young to drink,” her grin widened, Harry blushed at her next words “But apparently not too young to partake in a bit of blood letting.”

“WHAT!” Remus’ voice was a loud roar in the tense room. Amelia crossed the room and pulled the angry werewolf into a steamy kiss and diffused any anger the werewolf felt, Harry swore he could feel the heat in the room increase. Lucius watched with fire filled eyes, the lust shining in the grey.

“Calm down.” Amelia soothed the dazed man, he sat back down and gave Severus a terse look.

“Severus, what can you tell me about your family history?” Saul asked the potion master, “How far back can you trace your blood line?”

Lucius’ ears perked up at the mention of blood lines, Harry realized that blood as also important to the blond, with his pureblood heritage. The blond answered for the quiet potion master.

“He could only trace back four hundred years, the spell went a bit haywire,” he noticed Harry’s apparent confusion, “Pure blood family lines spell, give you all the information about your family.”

“Severus, have you ever heard the rumours in your family?” the interest in Amelia’s tone had Harry on edge, frightened of what was about to be revealed. The potion master shook his head, his hand coming down to rest on Harry’s shoulder, Harry reached up and patted the hand in a comforting gesture.

“Ok, a little vampire history for you, blood is important to us,” Amelia stood in front of the fire, the light from behind shining through Remus white shirt, her pale body visible. Lucius and Remus both shifted in their chairs uncomfortably, Draco even appeared flustered at the sight of her slender naked body. Harry was too busy touching the smooth skin on the back of Severus’ hand to be affected by the sight, Saul cleared his throat, she looked down at herself and laughed, “Sorry.” she moved away from the fire.

“Family means everything to us, when we sire someone they become part of our blood line,” she checked that everyone was following so far, they all nodded, “We cannot reproduce, our bodies can not sustain or create life.” the sad look in her eyes made Harry want to comfort her. Saul offered her a soft squeeze on the shoulder as she stood by him, she smiled but it did not reach her eyes.

“We fall in love just like anyone else and will on occasion take a consort.”

“Consort?” Severus’ deep relaxed voice asked, Harry continued to stroke the man’s hand, it appeared to be having the desired effect.

“A human companion, there is a blood ritual where we exchange blood but they do not become a vampire.”

“Why not?” Draco looked at Saul while he asked the question, Lucius’ eyes narrowed at the implications.

“It’s their choice, if they decide to become one of us then the ceremony is different, the consort ritual prolongs life but will not make you immortal.”

“I don’t understand what this has to do with me.” Severus’s other hand was stroking the nape of Harry’s neck, they were both trying to sooth each others nerves.

“I’ll explain, we cannot have children but would not stop our consorts from continuing their own bloodlines if they felt the desire to,” she smiled at Severus, Harry had the feeling he knew where this was going, “I fell in love with a girl called Elizaveta, she wanted a child and I couldn’t deny her.” Amelia’s voice was wistful and filled with deep regret. Harry noticed that Lucius and Remus appeared surprised at the revelation of Amelia having female consort.

“When we combine our blood with our consort they become part of the bloodline and family, the child that she had was one of your prince ancestors, you have vampire blood.”

The silence in the room at the statement was broken by a giggle from Remus, everyone looked at him, he wiped his tearing eyes and his tone shook with mirth.

“Sirius always said you were a vampire!” Harry let out an amused huff, lifting his eyes to look at Severus, the dark gaze seemed emotionless then rapidly the eyes crinkled around the edges as Severus started to laugh. Amelia joined in , the laughter infectious, Draco ruined the mood by asking her the next question.

“What happened with Elizaveta?” the laughter stopped at the pained expression that crossed Amelia’s beautiful features. Saul gave Draco a despairing look, Remus viewed her with understanding.

“She died in childbirth.” Amelia’s tone was flat and devoid of emotion. She walked from the sitting room and into the bedchamber, Lucius stood to follow her, Remus stopped him.

“I’ll go.” his voice quiet and thoughtful.

Four pairs of eyes looked at Draco, Lucius shook his head at his unthinking son. Lowering his eyes, Draco mumbled his apology, Saul placed a comforting arm around him. Lucius’ glared at the vampire, Saul offered him a charming smile, Severus and Harry watched the exchange with some amusement and apprehension, unsure of where this could lead. Lucius was the first to break the uncomfortable silence, Draco’ gaze shot up at the words.

“You want my son?” Saul nodded, Draco gasped.

“I would like your permission to court your son, it’s traditional within my family.”

Lucius looked towards the bedchamber for a moment, his face confused.

“Does she follow that tradition?” the blond nodded in the direction of the door, Saul shook his head.

“It’s a tradition from my human family, I still like to honour the old ways,” Saul’s voice lowered for a moment, the smile beaming in his eyes, “You should be honoured, you are the first humans she’s been interested in for nearly four hundred years.”

Harry watched the play of emotions on the blonds’ face at the information, Draco scowled and huffed with indignation.

“Is my blood sister not good enough for your father?” there was a hint of malice in the smooth voice, Draco met Saul’s annoyed stare, shaking his head and having the decency to blush at his childish behaviour.

“No, its just..” his blush deepened, “Its not every day you see your father in bed with someone that looks your own age!” Lucius flushed at the words, Severus let out a sneaky snigger, earning a glare from his friend.

“Will she be ok?” Harry asked, the sniggers stopped, “It still bothers her?” Saul looked at him and then turned to look at Severus, the meaning in his eyes clear, Harry’s heart raced and he suddenly felt even worse for Amelia. Putting himself in her shoes for a brief moment, the feeling of despair spreading through his heart at the thought of ever losing Severus, he reached down and clasped the potion master’s warm hand. Dark eyes filled with the same silent emotion met his brimming green ones, Severus pulled Harry into his arms to share a tender kiss.

“She joined the army right after, I came across her one evening,” Saul sat down by the fire, staring into the flames as he told them how he came to be a vampire.

SAUL’S MEMORY

The forest was dark, Saul hurried knowing that being out after the sun went down was a bad thing. The rumours of strange happenings in the forest were spreading through his village, people had been going missing for days and the superstitious townsfolk were worried.

CRACK

The sound of a twig breaking behind him made his heart race, moving quicker now and cursing himself for staying at the tavern for another ale. The lure of the new barmaid had driven him to stay out longer than he should have, feet moving faster, frightened to look behind him.

CRACK

This time it sounded like a tree branch snapping from a tree, he began to panic and his pulse pounded loudly in his ears. The sound of soft weeping suddenly drifted towards him, part of him saying to ignore it but another part of him told him to look. Lying against the tree just to right of him was a girl, his heart stopped at the vision of the sword protruding from her side. The blade had gone completely through and come out the other side, the girl impaled on the shining steel. Her clothes, which Saul noticed where that of a soldier were vivid red with the blood that has spilled from the wound, her face pale and her eyes fluttered shut.

Ignoring the part of his head that told him to run, he approached the girl. His heart threatening to burst from his chest, the erratic beating was loud in his own ears.

“What happened?” his voice sounded timid, he straightened his shoulders and tried to look more manly. Strange eyes regarded him, her voice so quiet in the still forest, Saul noted for the first time that no other sound was present.

“Let me die.” she whispered, her eyes fluttered shut once more and Saul thought that she had died, no breath appearing from the deathly pale body.

“Oh God!” he shouted and ran to her side, lifting her small body, she was a mere child. With determination he lifted her into his arms and ran home, her tiny moans filling him with hope.

His cottage was small and homely, his wife had gone to visit her mother. Never had he been more thankful to be alone than at that moment, the girl in his arms whimpering as he lay her down on the bed.

“You were married?” Draco asked with a jealous and surprised tone, Harry stifled a laugh at the blond.

“Draco, I was twenty two, of course I was married and had been for nearly two years by then,” he paused for a moment, “If it makes you feel better, it was not a happy marriage.” Draco seemed placated and Harry had the feeling that the vampire was in for an interesting time with the young blond.

“Please leave me.” the girl’s pleading voice made Saul’s heart heavy with sorrow, not understanding why anyone would choose to die.

“Let me get the doctor, there is one about a mile from here, I can run fast!” Saul stumbled back as he uttered the last word, her unusual eyes were different, a eerie yellow shine to them. Gasping at the sight of her elongated canine teeth, the sharp fangs exposed as she gasped in pain.

“Elizaveta, I’m sorry.” her words so broken and filled with despair that he was drawn to her, the space between becoming smaller. She gripped his hand as he touched the sword, shaking her head and pleading for him to leave it.

“I can’t, I can’t sit here and watch someone die!” he begged her and she laughed, the blood flecking her lips.

“I’m already dead.” he sat back on the floor, watching the girl die. Unable to stand the sight of it, he grabbed and pulled the sword from her, the girl screamed with a ear piercing wail and then was silent. The eerie yellow shine faded and her eyes fluttered shut, her body unmoving. Saul slumped against the wall, his body shaking and heart welling with sadness, he had been too late. Time passed, his body refusing to move, the night having drained him, he sat on the floor for hours, eyes closed and prayed that her soul would go to a better place.

Disturbed from his prayers by a cool hand touching his cheek, he whimpered and opened his terrified eyes. The girl smiled at him, her eyes filled with a fire he had never seen before.

“Why?” she asked, her voice shocked.

“We are all God’s creature’s, I could not have left you to die alone.”

“I don’t believe in God, but I believe that you are good,” she stroked his face, he found himself leaning into the touch, shaking his head to remove the strangely lust filled thought that she inspired. “I’m Amelia, you are?”

“Saul and please don’t kill me!” Amelia’s eyebrow raised at the plea, patting him on the shoulder as she stood.

“I’m not going to kill you, that would be rude.” she laughed.

“You wanted to die?”

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts every day that you’re not with them?” tears were brimming in her eyes, Saul wished he could say that he had but it would be a lie, he shook his head.

“We are a war with a rival clan, the battle is raging a few miles from here,” she looked out of the window into the black night, “ I hoped that in dying with honour I would find her again, but I’m damned.”

Saul was memorized by this melancholy fragile looking girl, his heart ached to offer her comfort. Without thinking, he stood and pulled her into his arms, the scent of blood mixed with a natural sweetness that exuded from her. His body reacted to the closeness of her slender body, her firm breasts pressed against his chest. She nestled into his chest, her ear near his heart and she sighed at the thudding of his excited heart.

“You want me?” her voice seductive, Saul couldn’t deny it and brought his lips down to brush along hers. The taste of blood flooding his taste buds, the coppery essence rather than disgusting him, filled him with a desire to experience more. Crushing his lips firmly against her soft mouth, gasping in pain when a fang sliced into his bottom lip, her tongue lapping at the flowing blood. Humming her appreciation, she rubbed her body up and down Saul’s trembling torso, his cock firming instantly to the point of pain.

“Are you happy here?” Amelia muttered against his lips, her tongue lapping inside his mouth, his body on fire with lust, “I could show you amazing things, I could show you the world.”

“So, I agreed,” Saul finished his tale, three sets of amused eyes regarded him, “What?”

“Did you even leave your wife a note?” Lucius asked with a hint of humour, Saul flushed with embarrassment and shook his head.

“So you and Amelia were a couple?” the jealousy evident in Draco’s tone, Harry sensed an argument coming.

“Draco, we stopped over a hundred years ago,” he placed a gentle kiss on the blonds’ pouting mouth, hazel eyes watching the reaction of Lucius, “We weren’t married.” Draco narrowed his eyes, his body tense.

“So, I’m just a bit of fun!” the shrill quality of Draco’s voice reminded Harry why he had always thought he was spoilt brat.

“Draco, listen to me,” the vampire pulled the blond into his arms, his voice full of honesty, “You are the first human I’ve ever been interested in.” he brushed his lips against Draco’s down turned ones, the blond sighed into the kiss. Saul reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at Lucius, a small smile appeared on the older blonds’ face.

“I’ll allow you to see my son, good luck,” Harry nearly laughed at the terse look Draco bestowed on his father, Lucius leaned closer to Saul,

“If you hurt him, I will kill you.” the finality in his voice made Harry gulp.

Amelia stood by the bed, her eyes lowered and her face sorrowful. Remus entered behind her, immediately turning her to face him, strong hand lifting her chin. His amber eyes staring into her unusual blue ones, his voice filled with understanding and sympathy.

“His name was Sirius, I’d loved him since I was thirteen,” he gave a small wistful smile, his eyes cloudy with memories, “He was my first love.”

Amelia closed her eyes, a single tear slipped down his cheek, Remus with gentle fingers brushed it away. The vampire surrendered to the embrace when Remus pulled her into his strong arms, she sighed and kissed his neck.

“You know for a moment in the forest, I thought you wanted Draco.” he admitted, kissing the top of her head. She giggled, her tongue lapping at the pulse point, the werewolf groaned.

“Silly wolf, oh I’ll admit his scent intrigued me but you and his father are much more my type.” her twirling tongue against the skin of his neck made Remus bite his lips to hold in the moan he felt building, “Though I hope I’m not stopping you two from having fun?”

“No, you’re adding to it.” Remus murmured and crushed their mouths together, his breath being swallowed by her eager mouth. Lifting the shirt that she was wearing up over her head, her alabaster white skin seeming to glow in the dim light of the bedchamber, Remus reached down to tenderly cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over the hardening nipples. She leaned in to kiss him again, her tongue licking along his bottom lip before nipping at it, he hissed and squeezed her breasts earning a lust filled moan.

“Starting without me I see?” the haughty tone made Amelia laugh into Remus’ mouth. Her hand held out for the blond to join them, smiling into the kiss as Lucius took her hand and allowed himself to be pulled into the embrace.

Severus and Harry walked slowly back to Severus’ quarters, the mood pensive. The thought of either of them having to experience what Amelia had gone thought was a distinct possibility, both of them were afraid to admit it.

“I love you.” Harry said, stopping in the middle of the deserted corridor, everyone would be at dinner.

“I know, I love you.” Severus pulled the forlorn Harry into his arms, closing his eyes at the sound of Harry struggling not to cry.

“I wouldn’t want to carry on without you.” Harry mumbled into Severus’ chest, the potion master pried Harry away, holding him at arm’s length.

“Harry, look at me,” Harry refused to meet his eyes, Severus stroked his thumb along Harry’s quivering chin, green eyes looked at him with defeat, “I can’t promise it won’t happen, but I will try to never leave you.” Harry flung himself back against his chest, mouth kissing his neck. Soft warm kisses placed along Severus’ slender neck, moving up to his jaw and finally brushing his warm lips against Severus’.

“Lets go for a walk by the lake.” Harry murmured.

Saul walked by the side of the silent blond, the mood strained, the blond sulking at the dismissal of his father after Severus and Harry left. Lucius’ intentions were obvious, he was eager to continue what the three of them had started earlier.

“Does it really bother you?” Saul’s voice was intrigued by Draco’s current behaviour, grey eyes frowned at him and he sighed.

“I suppose its just such poor taste, my mother,” his words faltered and Saul held his trembling hand, “She’s dead, I know she didn’t love me but she was still my mother.” Draco began to sob, slowly and quietly. Saul wrapped him in a soothing embrace, the blond weeping into his shoulder.

The sun was just setting, the sky a vibrant red. Harry took a breath and sat on the grass, Severus by his side watching the sky change from a vivid hue to a soft gold, the sun descended as they sat in silence, the mood tranquil. Casting a warming charm around them, the cold beginning to seep on to their skin, Severus leaned up against Harry. Reaching down to trace along the back of Harry’s hand, Severus’ fingers were cool against his warm skin, the touch felt like electricity flowing though his veins. His cock appeared to have a mind of its own, Harry shifted uncomfortably as it strained inside his trousers, willing it to go down and berating himself for getting turned by a simple innocent touch. Severus stroked his fingers delicately over the smooth skin, slidng between the fingers of Harry’s hand, the touch igniting a flame inside the squirming man. The soothing fingers began to explore, rubbing the inside of Harry’s wrist, he turned it up towards the potion master to allow him easier access, the fingers never halting in their exploration. Harry shivered as they ventured under his sleeve, his skin ultra sensitive to the dark eyed man’s touch. Neither of them spoke, Harry’s shaking exhales the only sound, soft lips touched his neck and Harry’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of warm breath caressing his skin. Turning his head to brush his mouth against Severus’, the tranquil mood escalating in intensity, mouths brushing with urgency.

“Touch me.” Harry pleaded into Severus’ mouth, the potion master smiled.

“I am.” his fingers running up and down Harry’s arm, frustrated Harry thrust his tongue deep into the man’s mouth, Severus moaned. Harry pushed him until he was lying on his back, Harry looming over him. Obsidian eyes sparked with lust, the fire in them connected directly to Harry’s cock, the tip leaking.

“Severus.” Harry whispered, the potion master’s hand palmed Harry’s cock through his trousers.

The moans in the bedchamber were full of passion, Remus’ breathy shouts reverberated.

“Oh fuck, Lucius, yes, yes!!”

The blond smiled, his face glistening with sweat as he slid inside the moaning wolf. The feel of his twitching entrance opening up for him made the normally reserved blond grunt with pleasure. Remus struggled to breathe, the feel of the rigid cock stretching him and filling him was indescribable. his moans were more frantic due to Amelia licking the tip of his leaking shaft, her tongue swirling through the gathered per-come and humming her appreciation at the bitter taste. The pace the blond set was slow and teasing, his thrust deep into the moaning man. Amelia pulled away from Remus’ cock to share a kiss with Lucius, tongue sharing the taste of the amber eyed wolf.

“You taste so good.” Amelia whispered to Remus as she brushed her lips along his, his moans swallowed by her luscious mouth.

Lucius, suddenly screamed in pain, clutching his dark mark and slumped forward.

Severus bucked up beneath Harry, their freed cocks rubbing against each other, the fluid dripping from them was slicking the way for their thrusts. Tongues lapped noisily, neither of them willing to break the kiss. Severus clutched at Harry with desperation, both of them caught up in the pleasure. Harry ran his fingers along Severus’ twitching length, the skin hot and smooth under his fingertips. A gasp echoed in the still night as Severus pulled away, his face contorted with pain and grabbing at the dark mark.

“He’s angry,” he managed to splutter out between gritted teeth, Harry worried at the amount of pain Severus appeared to be in, “I have to go.”

The crack of apparition shocked them, Harry pulled Severus’ robe to cover themselves. Remus looked frantic, his trousers undone and he stood bare-chested.

“Come quick!”

“I know the Dark Lord is calling.” Severus moaned again and clutched his arm.

“No, it’s Lucius..his mark,” Remus looked close to tears, “Its killing him.”
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