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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
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter and make no money/profit from my stories....though i wish i could. Reviews always welcome.

Chapter List
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Thank you to everyone following this story...sorry for late update...note to self...don't try to work, have kids and write four stories at a time.

I've marked each new scene with xxxxxx...i know i tend to flip back and forth so i thought i would make it easier ;)

Warnings .... m/m slash...torture/violence...m/f/m slash...some bondage, blood play and spanking ;) hope you enjoy and that it was worth the wait.

Voldemort gave the vampire a sly, excited smile and Harry fought with himself not to scream, knowing that it would go unheard. Fury, white hot and all consuming engulfed Harry, his whole body thrumming with the urge, no.. the desire to tear Alexander apart limb by limb. Harry could feel his magic coursing through his veins and almost moaned at the sensation, the powerful feeling making his head swim.

“Thatttt cann beee arranged.” Voldemort’s hissing laugh filled the room. Wishing he was there in person, Harry fumed at Voldemort’s betrayal of his right hand man.

“Why do you want that bitch…she left you!” Bellatrix’s voice raised and full of jealousy. Alexander regarded her coolly, Harry almost smiled when he realised that the indignant death eater had served her purpose for the smirking vampire and would soon be discarded.

“Darling, she’s mine,” he moved closer to the bristling woman, his voice soft and full of lust, “I love to break her and make her scream…it’s delicious.” Harry shuddered at the flare of fire in Alexander’s eyes, a flare that Bellatrix’s own eyes mirrored.

“Show me.” she breathed, Alexander grabbed her hair and tugging her neck back violently. Yellow eyes gazed at her, he licked along her slender neck, humming his appreciation.

“You wouldn’t survive, my darling…it took me three years to break her after she turned,” his smile was wistful, “Such a stubborn little bitch.”

Three years

What does he mean…break her?

Harry’s musings disturbed by the Voldemort’s laugh.

“I’m sssssure I coulddddd have broken her sssssooner, Dear Alexander.” Voldemort spoke, his hissing tone revealing his excitement at the idea of torturing her.

For a moment it seemed that the vampire was about to fly at Voldemort, every muscle appeared to tense and Harry almost hoped that he would.

Let them rip each other apart!

Disappointed, when the vampire threw his head back letting out a long and happy bark of laughter. Voldemort raised an eyebrow, his eyes flaring red at the audacity of the vampire.

“Ssssssilence!” Alexander’s shoulders twitched with ill contained mirth, he looked Voldemort directly in the eyes, never flinching from that cold and evil gaze.

“My humblest apologies, I did not mean to make light of your power,” Alexander bowed to him, but with a arrogant smirk on his face, “But as I have stressed before you underestimate her…she won’t be broken easily.”

“Alexanderrrr, my humble sssservant, I can beeee very perssssuasive,” Harry shivered, a chill radiating along his spine at the excitement in both of their eyes, “Maybeeee you ssshould ssshow ussss.”

Voldemort approached the vampire with his wand drawn and Alexander’s eye flared a soft yellow, his fangs lowering. Red eyes watched and a small smile touched the corner of Voldemort’s features.

“Jusssst think offff a memory.” he pressed the wand against the vampire’s head and Harry took pleasure in the man’s obvious unease.

Fascinated as the swirling blue mist spilled from Alexander’s temple, Voldemort gestured for Bellatrix to bring over a viewing bowl. Emptying the translucent wisps of the memory, all three leaning forward to look, Alexander flinched slightly as he fell into memory.

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Taking a huge breath, Harry allowed himself to tumble after them. Sounds and sensations rushed over his body, screams of desire and pain assaulting his ears. Bile rising in his throat and a whimper of distress emerged from Harry’s mouth, his wild eyes fighting the need to turn away.

Bodies undulating everywhere, hot flesh pressed against each other and the grunts of sex filled the large hall. Alexander watched his past self as he sat on a large throne, king of his self proclaimed domain and Harry wished that he were there in flesh and blood to hit him. The smug air of arrogance shining brightly on his face, Harry realised for the first time that Alexander did not have the scar on his cheek, recalling that he didn’t not have it in the memory that Amelia showed them either. A feeling and instinct told him that the pretty vampire had something to do with the facial adornment now gracing his features.

“Oh goody!” Bellatrix’s ecstatic voice drew Harry attention back to the sight that made the nausea and despair rise. Naked, shivering and covered in blood was Amelia. Large rusting nails holding her in place, the girl staked to the wall. The spikes hammered through her thighs and shoulders, her weight suspended by the metal barbs.

“Veryyyyy impresssssive.” Voldemort moved closer to look at the perverse artwork. Harry felt tears brimming in his eyes, Amelia,

so pale and fragile looking attached to the wall. Dry blood leaving lines on her body, various wounds in different stages of healing littered her skin. Her head hung limp, hair in matted strands and her body emaciated.

“Oh my God…three years!” Harry screamed, the realisation of Alexander’s words hitting him, he stumbled back retching and coughing as he fought not to vomit.

He tortured her for three years before she gave in to him.

“What can I say...I’m a master at persuasion.” the vampire’s bragging tone filled Harry with a anger the likes of which he had never felt before, his magic crackling in his veins. Voldemort flinched, turning his head to look in Harry’s direction and for a moment Harry thought he had been discovered. Shaking his head appearing to dispel whatever he thought he saw, Voldemort looked back at Amelia and smiled.

The moans of pleasure emerging from the group fucking on the floor reached fever pitch, Alexander getting up from his chair and Harry turned away at the sight of the vampire’s rampant shaft. Two women disengaged themselves from their partners, crawling on their hands and knees to him. Licking and kissing his cock, Alexander stood unaffected by the lavish attention, his eyes fixed on Amelia.

“Look at me!” he commanded, Amelia’ s head stayed stubbornly down. Grabbing the younger looking one of the two women roughly by the hair, her yell of pain made Amelia look up. Alexander’s smile was triumphant, releasing the girl and shoving them both away, their whimpers of disappointment falling on deaf ears.

“Good, no, no don’t look away…look at me!” his voice loud, the anger radiating from the frustrated man, a small smile crossed Amelia’s face, “LOOK AT ME…OR I’LL KILL EVERY CHILD IN THE VILLAGE!”

Desolation on her face, she lifted her gaze to look at him and the tears brimmed in her unusual eyes.

“Ahhh a weaknessssssss.” Voldemort clapped his hands together at the memory and Alexander shrugged his shoulder. Bellatrix, Harry noticed was staring at the girl, her eyes watching and accessing her.

Checking out her competition…good luck, you mad cow.

“Good…now we’re getting somewhere, my love,” Alexander reached across the stroke her cheek, Amelia shuddered at the touch, “Now, now don’t be like that.. I’ll make a deal, you behave and I won’t kill any children.” silence his answer, Harry thought that she wouldn’t reply and then a small broken voice drifted through the room.

“Promise me?” her voice quiet and raspy, Alexander lifted his wrist to his own mouth, his fangs slicing and opening a wound, pressing it to her lips. Amelia turned her head, blood smearing her chin. Grinning, he pushed it back to her gasping mouth and soon the sound of lapping filled the room, the self satisfied smile on his face had a hint of desire.

“I promise, my love, I promise.”

The memory faded, all three looking at each other. Voldemort looking at the man with high regard and Bellatrix with hurt in her eyes. Alexander was absently stroking his scar, Voldemort caught the action, a flare of amusement in his red eyes.

“You brokeee yourrr promissssse?” the hissing in his voice undeniable laughter, the vampire seethed and pulled his hand away from his face. His fingertips tracing the collar on his shirt, his eyes fixed on Bellatrix as she watched him, Voldemort flicked his wand exposing the vampire’s throat. The ugly scar on his face was nothing to the hideous one that adorned his neck, thick and shiny as it twisted around his throat, stopping a fraction of an inch to the left.

“I’mmmm beginning to sssseee what you meannn abouttt your beloveddd,” Voldemort gestured to the horrific embellishment, his red eyes showing the admiration for Amelia, “Lover’sssss tiff?”

“Never fuck off a women with a large magical dagger…. bitch nearly decapitated me,” Alexander offered, his smile wide but his eyes belied the light-hearted words, anger clear in the blue irises, “Should never have taught her to read…knew she was up to something when she asked to go to Egypt.”

“Not to worryyyy dear Alexanderrrr, I’ll helpppp you gettt your little heartsss dessire,” Voldemort clapped him on the back in a fatherly way, Bellatrix huffed and stormed out of the room, “Womennnn?, nowwww letsssss gett you Severusssss.”

“NO, NO, NO!!!” Harry screamed, running to the two insane men and ready to fight, magic crackling wildly around him.

The room began to fade, darkness everywhere, Harry felt as if he were falling into nothingness. He squeezed his eyes shut, frightened of what he might see when he opened them.

“Harry.” a soft female voice reached his ears, a warm gentle hand stroked his brow. His eyes began to tear when he recognised the voice.

“Mom.” he croaked out, the voice soothing him as he opened his eyes to take in the smiling vision of his mother. The room surrounding him was blank white wall, soft lights making him feel at peace. Loving green eyes stared down at him, his vision blurred as he began to weep in her arms.

“Shhh, Harry…it’s ok…you’re going to be ok.” her words clear and certain, he wiped at his eyes and looked at her.

“Oh mom…I can’t lose someone else that I love…please tell me what to do.” Harry struggled not to begin crying again, Lily pressed a tender kiss to his scar.

“You love Severus?” Harry found himself unable to look at her and lowered his head, fearful to see disappointment in her eyes, his chin gently tilted up with loving fingers, “I’m glad that he loves you…Severus would lay down and die for you…you deserve that kind of love,” her own eyes filled with tears, “Harry, I’m so sorry…we left you.”

“You died to save me.” Harry tightened the hug and she began to cry.

“I should have made it clear that if anything happened that you should have gone to someone else…my sister is a weak person, Vernon is a pig.” her face reflected the sorrow and blame that she felt, Harry shook his head, telling her that she wasn’t to know what would happen.

“Mom, it’s over…Severus said I won’t ever go back now,” he allowed a smile to spread across his face, “I’ll stay with him.” Lily returned his smile, her voice wistful as she spoke.

“I’m sure Princey fought to get his way…he always was stubborn.” she laughed, Harry shuddered at the strange prickling sensation he suddenly felt at the nape of his neck, his eyes looking around the room.

“Mom?”

“I love you Harry, never forget that…your father and I love you every much,” the blank room began to get cold, a ominous chill spreading through the room, “Harry, remember love is worth fighting for…the time for war is near…” the walls blackened as she spoke, Voldemort’s laugh seeming to crawl across the surfaces, paint bubbled and cracked under its power, “Remember… we will always be with you.”

Harry felt his mother wrenched from his arms, screaming for her as he reached blindly, the darkness filling the room. Voldemort’s voice loud in his ears.

“Harry Potter, almosssst time to die.”

Heart pounding in his chest, Harry felt the sensation of falling again. Images and sounds invaded his mind, hands held out frantically trying to grab something to stop his descent. Warmth wrapped around him like a blanket, soft caresses against his flushed skin. Harry was overwhelmed by a sense of tranquillity and love as gentle lips traced the outline of his mouth. Familiar scent washed over him and he sank into satin like sheets, the silky texture moulding itself to his flesh.

Severus…Severus

The man’s name fell from his lips earning a tender kiss. Harry found he could not open his eyes but was not alarmed by the development, the sound of Severus’ heart beating lulled him into contentment.

“Love you…” murmured onto the skin of his neck, a tongue licking down his chest. Harry groaned under the onslaught of the agile muscle, it mapping and circling his hardening nipples. Severus gasped against Harry’s nub, his lips closing around it and nipping lightly at the tip. The bed dipped, Severus moving forward, his mouth pressed against Harry’s sternum. Soft whimpers emerging from the potion master at a frantic rate and Harry began to feel bewildered, struggling to open his eyes. Strong fingers wrapped round his filling cock and Harry’s back bowed at the sensation, immediately realising that they were not Severus’ nimble ones.

“Fuck..yes.” a stranger’s voice echoed in Harry’s head and with a huge effort, fighting whatever was keeping his eyes firmly shut Harry managed to open his eyes. A shout of dismay at the sight before him, Severus lapped at his chest, his tongue drawing patterns on his skin. Alexander behind the potion master, fucking him with sure and steady strokes. His hand firmly around Harry’s still hard cock, slowly stroking it in time with his thrusts into the keening Severus.

“Thissss cannn be yoursssss, powerrrr if you giveeee yoursssself to meee.” Voldemort whispered in his ears, his hissing voice trying to sound seductive. Harry shoved at the vampire’s touching hands, pulling Severus into his arms and disengaging the thrusting man. Severus whimpered in Harry’s arms and the vampire roared with fury. Voldemort’s laughter loud in Harry’s ears, sparks of magic flowed over their skin, the pain of the cruciatus curse washing over them. Severus screams of agony reverberating in Harry’s ears.

“Sssssurrender or he’ll dieee at myyy handssss.” Voldemort whispered, his tongue licking the shell of Harry’s ear making him shiver in disgust.

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“Harry…Harry…” Severus’ concerned voice broke through his dream, opening his eyes and flinging himself into the bemused potion master’s arms, “Are you ok…oh Harry, why are you crying?”

“Sev…Sever…oh God Alexander wants you…memory… Amelia…nailed to the wall.” Harry’s hitching sobs making it hard to form the words. Severus tightening his embrace, his cheek against Harry and he was comforted by the feel of Severus’ stubble rubbing his skin.

“Shhhh, it’s ok…my Harry.” Severus’ tone calm and even, Harry relaxed in his arms, everything melting away in the man’s strong clinch.

“How can I win?” Severus’ eyes widened at Harry’s words, “They’re both mad men…one was bad enough… but two!” the hysterical edge was back, Severus hushed him by pressing his lips against his, the kiss soft and loving.

“Shhh, You will win… I know you will.” the certainty in Severus’ voice made Harry’s heart beat faster, the kiss slow and tender began to become deeper. Harry licked along Severus’ teeth, the potion master opening his mouth wider and slid his tongue against Harry’s. The touch of lips never felt so integral and intimate before, Harry hyper-aware of Severus’ breath flowing into his lungs. The smooth texture of his lips, the agile tongue mapping his mouth and Harry’s own tongue returning the favour.

“I have faith in you, I love you.” Severus muttered, the kiss taking over every fibre of Harry’s being, the world ceasing to exist, nothing but the feel of Severus in his arms. The embrace carried on for several minutes, for Harry it could have been hours and it still wouldn’t have been enough. Whimpering, he desperately fought to stay attached to the potion master as he pulled away to catch his breath. Severus looked down on him with sad eyes, his lips shiny in the candle light, Harry leaned up to lap at the potion master’s lip. For a moment Severus allowed himself to be lured back into the kiss, his tongue duelling sensually with Harry’s. Groaning , Severus reluctantly pulled from Harry’s embrace and his face showed the remorse he felt at ending it. Dark eyes regarded Harry, a frown on his face at the tears still in Harry’s eyes.

“My mom…I saw my mom.” Harry blurted and pressed his head to Severus’ chest as the new flood of tears brimmed in his eyes. Severus frozen at the words, his arms hanging by his side, the first sob falling from Harry’s lips galvanised him to move, bringing his arms around the weeping teen.

“A dream, perhaps?” Severus whispered, Harry shook his head and murmured into his chest.

“I don’t think it was a dream…she said that she was glad that you love me….she called you Princey.” Severus gasped at the name, Harry looked into his eyes as they began to tear as well.

“Your mother’s pet name for me,” he muttered, a single tear fell down his cheek and Harry wiped it away, “Harry…I…”

“I know…she’s forgiven you.” Harry kissed the crying man, his lips brushing lightly against Severus’ parted ones. Severus continued to sob in Harry’s arms and he pressed tender kisses all over his face. Determined to show him that he was loved and forgiven for the past. Gradually the sobs tapered down to small hitches of breath, Severus returning the attention lavished on him, a brief press of his lips against Harry’s.

“We have to talk to Dumbledore…it’s time to know what we’re dealing with.” Harry closed his eyes, hoping that it would all go away and he would wake in Severus’ warm bed, wrapped in his arms. Nodding his head and his heart falling at the prospect of the information that Dumbledore would give them.

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The leather bit in her mouth muffled the moans spilling from Amelia’s lips. Melodic clinking of the chains holding her in place filled the dungeon room. Lucius stood, his naked body glistening in the candle light as he watched Remus slowly sliding in and out of the gagged Vampire. His grey eyes drawn to the broken chains littering the floor, Remus initially reluctant to restrain the vampire, Amelia providing an impressive display of strength to prove that she could free herself at anytime.

“Mmmmm yes…feel so good.” Remus’ ragged breath making his voice strained. His thrusts deep and slow, the vampire writhing even with the chains binding her to the table. Seemingly determined to drive the wolf insane with desire, lifting her hips to allow him to slide deeper. The vision of Remus slick and rigid shaft breaching and disappearing inside her making Lucius’ own cock leak with need. Taking a huge breath, sniffing as if scenting the air, amber eyes looked at Lucius and the wolf offered a sexy smile.

“Come here.” he grunted, his normally placid voice brimming with power. Lucius found himself unable to resist, aware of unusual blue eyes watching his movements, his eyes glanced at Amelia and she began to bite through the gag. Teeth lengthening and the leather shredding under the tearing motion. Eyes flaring wide as Remus banished the bottom chains, pulled his cock out of her clenching body and flipped her over. She resisted the move, struggling against the chains and biting at the gag.

“NO!” Remus’ commanding tone washing over Lucius, he let out a low moan and earning a kiss from the flushed wolf. Remus grabbed Amelia’s hips, yanking her up, lifting and presenting her smooth buttocks for their perusal. Her head shaking as she demolished the leather bit in her mouth.

SMACK!

A deafening slap reverberated in the room and a cherry red handprint bloomed brightly on her silky, pale skin. The biting sound stopped, a muffled whimper of desire replacing it. Kissing Lucius harder, his tongue plunging into the flustered blonds’ mouth at a rapid pace, Remus thrust himself back inside the keening girl. His thrusting motions matched by his plunging tongue, fucking Amelia and fucking Lucius’ mouth at the same time. Lucius’ head began to swim at the sound and sensation overload, a rough hand wrapping around his cock making him almost scream into Remus’ grinning mouth. Slow, deliberate movements designed to tantalise and tease the moaning handsome blond, Lucius’ began to thrust himself forward, fucking Remus’ hand.

“Fuck her.” Remus mouthed against his lips, withdrawing himself with a slick pop. The vampire bucked back, whimpering to be filled and Lucius took Remus’ place immediately. Gasping as he slid into her tight heat, the clenching of her muscles as she grasped him made him want to thrust madly. Fighting the urges, he took a calming breath and looked into the knowing, smiling eyes of the wolf.

“Spank her…she’s a bad girl.” Remus’ voice hitched while he spoke, Lucius surmised that he could literally hear the wolf’s heart racing at the words he used.

SMACK!

A smaller red print appeared on the other buttock, the chains clinking violently as Amelia writhed beneath him, her muffled moans were of pleasure at the rough treatment. Encouraged by her response, Remus scored his nails down her back, the wolf’s claws sharp and they drew blood quickly to the surface of her pale skin. The scent of blood mixing with the heady smell of sex that permeated the room. Amelia grasped him impossible tight, her muscles tightening and releasing at a steady pace, teasing him from inside.

“Oh… you teasing little slut!” Lucius almost shouted, his thrusts halted, the utterances falling from his mouth stunning the normally reserved man. Amelia turned her head to look at him, a frown on her face and passion in her eyes.

“MMMM your slut…your slut!” her muffled words distorted by the gag but understood by the two men. Lucius allowed himself to smile, leaning forward to lick along the welts decorating her back, the taste of her blood on his tongue setting his body on fire. Remus stepped behind him kissing and licking the nape of his neck, his cock pushing against the base of Lucius’ spine encouraging the man to continue with his thrusts. Not requiring another reminder, Lucius began to thrust deep and hard into the smiling vampire, bliss on her face as she bucked back to meet his moves. Remus peppering his neck and face with feather like kisses, before pushing his tongue into Lucius’ panting mouth.

“I want to fuck you.” Remus breathed against his lips, licking Lucius’ full bottom lip. Lucius shook his head, his grey eyes nervous and panicked. Remus frowned at the blonds’ reaction, reaching to stroke the obviously distressed man, “Lucius…what’s wrong?”

“I can’t…I’m sorry,” Lucius’ voice trembled as he spoke, “I want you but I can’t…I’m scared.” the last two words spoken so quietly they could barely be heard. Amelia’s head shot up and she turned her gaze to the shaking blond, the sound of chains breaking filled the room.

Lucius looked up, pulling back from the vampire and was immediately pulled into a tight hug by the vampire, the remnants of the metal restraints hanging limply from her wrists. Soft, understanding eyes stared deep into his watering grey ones, a gentle kiss from her lips making him sigh.

“Lucius,” her voice low and husky made both men take a breath, the desire heating up the room around them, “We want you…any way we can have you, my love…no pressure…kiss me.” she moaned and Lucius was powerless to resist, the sound of Remus’ increased breathing behind him spurred him on devour her mouth. Strong hands ran down his spine, fingertips mapping every vertebrae and the blond shuddered with lust at the sensation.

“Mmmm kiss him wolf boy,” Amelia whispered as she pulled her mouth away, Lucius’ gasping lips instantly attacked by Remus, his tongue filling Lucius’ mouth, “I like watching you…so beautiful together.” she breathed, her fingers joining Remus’ as the explored the blonds’ writhing body, his flesh on fire with need.

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Harry walked as if heading to his doom, his steps heavy and Severus had to slow his strides to keep pace with the quiet teen. Touching Harry’s hand to get his attention, the two stopped by the entrance to Dumbledore’s office, Harry leaned to open the door, Severus stopped him, pulling him into warm hug.

“No matter what he says…I will be there for you,” Severus spoke in low, rich tones and his lips brushed against Harry’s cheek, “Remember that…no matter what.”

“Ahhh Gentleman,” Dumbledore stood in the doorway watching the men, his twinkling eyes shining brightly, Harry wanted to hit him for disturbing the moment, “I trust you are both rested?” amusement flared in his eyes as he moved to allow the men to enter. Harry nearly laughed out loud when he heard Severus whisper about bloody house elves.

“Please take a seat, my boy,” Harry flopped down in the huge armchair directly by the fire, the heat did nothing to disperse the chill that he felt, frightened of what he was about to be told, “Severus, would you like a drink…fire whisky perhaps?”

It must be bad if he’s getting out the whisky.

Severus shook his head, sitting on the chair next to Harry, his hand reached across to touch and reassure him. His dark eyes fixed on him, the love in them helping him to relax.

“So, what has he done?” Severus was the one to ask the question, Dumbledore’s face fell and the twinkle abruptly faded from his eyes.

“Severus, what do you know about horcruxes?” Harry looked at the potion master who was deathly white at the words, tightening his grip on Severus’ fingers offering his own reassurance.

“I can’t believe that he has succeeded!” disbelief evident in Severus’ loud voice, his face stunned and fearful.

“Not only succeeded, my boy, but seven times.” Severus grasped Harry’s hand painfully tight and he gasped.

“Seven, how is that possible?” Harry was bewildered by the conversation, what were horcruxes and why was seven unbelievable.

“What is a horcrux?” Harry asked, the two professors suddenly remembered he was in the room with them.

Dumbledore offered him a glass of fire whisky earning a stunned look from the potion master, Harry took a sip and grimaced at the taste. Dumbledore seemed at loss of how to proceed with the matter at hand, Severus plucked the glass from Harry’s fingers and downed the contents in one swallow.

“Let me tell you about soul magic…” Dumbledore began.

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Draco stirred, the warm sheets against his skin and the cool body of Saul next to him brought him back to a waking state. Nestling up to the vampire, opening his eyes to take in the handsome sleeping man lying in bed with him, his heart beating at the memory of Saul being inside him.

“Hello beautiful.” the vampire’s voice was husky as he spoke, his eyes still closed and a serene smile on his face.

“How?” Draco frowned, the vampire pulled him into his arms, Draco rested his head on the vampire’s cold chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” Draco lifted his head to stare in to those deep hazel eyes, the vampire brushing his lips against Draco’s, “Its beating faster as we speak.” his voice was full of fun. Draco decided to play with him, his tongue lapping at Saul’s and the vampire deepened the kiss. Nipping lightly at the vampire’s bottom lip earning a tight squeeze when Saul pulled him closer, Draco’s heart hammering in his chest at the feel of his naked flesh.

“Draco…my Draco…keep kissing me like that and I’ll have to ravish you.” Saul’s words made the blond moan and his cock firmed to full hardness. The vampire’s eye flared yellow and his fangs lengthened, his nostrils flaring as the scent of Draco’s arousal reached him.

“Yes,oh yes…touch me…fuck me!” Draco begged, rutting against the vampire’s smooth unblemished skin, his cock rubbing against Saul’s now rigid shaft.

“My Draco…how about you ravish me?” Draco’s eyes widened at the offer spilling from the man’s mouth, his cock twitched and began to leak with desire earning a smile from Saul.

“I…you want me to fuck you?” Saul laughed at his nervous tone, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. Reaching down with his experienced hand to lead Draco’s fingers down to his length, the blond moaning into the kiss as he wrapped his fingers around the turgid cock. Saul bucked his hips slightly at the feel of Draco’s trembling fingers circling and dipping behind his balls, the vampire almost shouting his pleasure as Draco tapped his twitching pucker. Emboldened by the reactions of the older man, Draco pressed one of his fingers against his entrance, testing the resistance and surprised when the ring refused to yield to him.

“I’ve never let anyone inside me,” Saul’s voice usually so strong was soft and embarrassed, Draco overwhelmed by the idea of being his first devoured his mouth in a heated kiss, “I want you to be my first, my Draco.” Saul whispered when the kiss finally broke apart.

“I’ll make it good for you…like you made it for me.” Draco assured him, licking at the vampire’s swollen bottom lip begging for entrance, the vampire granted it immediately, opening his mouth for Draco to bestow a toe curling kiss. All the while, Draco’s fingers gently caressed his virgin entrance, rubbing behind his balls in a soft circular motion, the pressure against the smooth skin of perineum making the vampire see stars. Draco muttered a spell against his lips and Saul whimpered at the sensation of his insides being coated with warm lubricant, his moans spilling into Draco’s hot mouth.

“Oh..Draco…that’s…oh…” Draco smiled against his lips, one of his circling fingers dipped past the tight ring of muscle and both men moaned at the feel. Draco’s finger surrounded by the smooth, cool velvet tunnel and Saul gasped at the warmth of Draco touching inside him.

“Relax..let me in.” Draco whispered before he kissed the vampire, his arousal increasing as the vampire made needy groans while he mapped the channel with his finger, one replaced with two, spreading and testing the tightness. Saul relaxed into the sensations, his muscles loosening under Draco’s caresses and he widened his legs to allow Draco to press deeper with his fingers.

“Draco…please…I can’t wait…now.” Saul cried, tilting his hips as Draco crooked his fingers and brushed against his prostate.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Draco moaned, his tongue lapping across Saul’s panting mouth, the vampire sucked on the end of his tongue and pulled him to lie between his legs.

“You won’t…I heal fast.” Saul placed kisses along Draco’s neck and the blond pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, immediately pressing the dripping head of his cock against the clenching entrance. The tip sliding a fraction of an inch inside the cool channel, Draco bit his lips to hold in the shout of pleasure, Saul arched his back and grabbed his firm buttocks to drive him inside.

“FUCK!” Saul moaned, his face flushed and his body spasming around Draco’s shaft. The blond unmoving, frightened to hurt the vampire and fighting the urge to come. Draco watched the vampire, his eyes closed and his lips parted, Draco noticed his fangs were lengthened. Hazel eyes opened, his smile was dreamy and full of bliss, he leaned up to kiss Draco’s gasping mouth.

“Move.” he whispered and Draco obeyed, withdrawing his length till the tip was teasing the entrance, the ring of muscle grasping him and trying to pull back. Unable to stop himself, Draco slammed himself forward and Saul let out a shout of desire, the noise all the incentive Draco needed to begin fucking the vampire, hard and fast.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Saul chanted, his lips licking every inch of skin he could reach as he spoke, a fang scraped Draco’s shoulder and the teen bucked hard at the feeling.

“Bite me!” Draco moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. Saul smiled and lapped at the pulse point in his neck, his own cock rigid against Draco’s stomach, drawn tight with need.

“Yes…touch me.” Saul begged, his tongue instantly back to tracing along Draco’s slender throat. The blond looked down and berated himself for not thinking about the vampire’s pleasure, his fingers wrapped around the long, rampant cock and he moaned at the feel of the smooth skin under his fingertips. Saul’s mouth latched onto the junction between his neck and shoulder, the sharp sting sending a fire of pleasure through Draco’s blood. Stroking the vampire’s cock in time with his thrusts, Draco felt the tell tale sign of his approaching climax, fighting to stave off until Saul had reached his release.

The first drop of blood to touch his tongue started Saul’s orgasm, his cock firming beyond normal hardness, seeming to expand before his balls erupted over Draco’s caressing fingers. Lapping at the spill from the bite, his saliva helping the cut to heal, moaning into Draco’s shoulder , the feel of his slick emission cool against his stomach.

The tightening of Saul around the base of his cock and the fluttering of the surrounding muscles was too much for the teen. Draco roared hoarsely as he poured himself into the clenching body beneath him. Breathless and gasping at the intensity he collapsed on top of the blissful vampire, the cool skin feeling heavenly against his own overheated flesh.

“Bravo…nicely done.” Amelia’s sweet voice echoed in the room, Draco buried his face in Saul’s shoulder, refusing to look at her. Face flaming at the knowledge that she was no doubt in the company of his father.

“Draco…I think we need a talk.” Lucius’ clipped tones filled the bedchamber.

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“So what you’re trying to tell me is that he split his soul,” Harry glared at Dumbledore, who had the decency to flinch under the gaze, “Basically I can’t kill him until they’re destroyed…is that right!” his voice was getting louder and louder, the anger brimming again.

“The order are searching for them as we speak, Harry calm down.” Dumbledore soothed, Harry paced back and forth.

“How long….how long have you known?”

“Harry…that’s not important…we have to think about how we will deal with this.”

“NOT IMPORTANT!” the light in the room flared along with the fire, Severus flinched as Harry’s magic sparked wildly in the room.

“I hoped I could deal with it,” Dumbledore lowered his eyes, lifting his hand to show the withered and blackened fingers, Severus rushed to the professor, “I was wrong.” his voice trembled, Severus grabbed his hand, firing different questions at the older wizard. Harry stood listening and was stunned when he realised what the professor was saying to the potion master.

“You fool, you thought you could destroy it,” Severus’ tone was annoyed and full of sorrow, Dumbledore patted his hand with affection, his eyes asking an unspoken question, Severus sighed, “Not long…weeks maybe months.”

Harry stumbled back, his head swimming when the words uttered sunk in. His voice shaking and tears falling freely, kneeling at the professor’s feet.

“Please…don’t say it…Severus…please help him.” Severus turned away and Harry could see tears in his eyes. Shaking his head, Severus approached the fireplace, shoulders slumped with defeat.

“It’s too late, my boy,” Dumbledore patted the top of Harry’s head and the boy sobbed, his face pressed into the wizard’s robes, “Harry, you will defeat him…I know it.”

“Tell me what to do…I don’t know what to do!” Harry’s tone had an hysterical edge to it. Severus immediately by his side, soothing him with soft hands, holding the teen in his arms while the weeping subsided.

The sound of the door opening alerted them to the presence of the others, Lucius, Remus and Amelia stood surveying the scene with confusion. Draco stood behind with Saul, his eyes lowered and his face flaming with mortification.

“What’s happening?” Remus asked, approaching the distressed Harry, his words muffled by Severus robes but clear enough to be heard.

“Dying…he’s dying…Tonks is dead…I can’t do this….I can’t.” Remus flinched at the mention of Tonks, Amelia swooped down to the crying teen, her voice strong and powerful.

“You will do this!” she lifted his head to look into her eyes, Severus shouted at her to leave him alone, “It’s your destiny…don’t fight what’s meant to happen…good will always prevail.” Harry shook his head at her words. Understanding and gentleness in her eyes, she stroked his cheek, “Harry, you’re a fighter…fight for your Severus…fight for the life you deserve.”

“Dumbledore,” Harry’s voice cracked and a fresh wave of tears fell from his wild green eyes, Severus holding him as he shook with grief, “Everyone I care about dies!”

Amelia looked at the pale older wizard, Remus staring at him with stunned, distraught eyes. She stood, glancing briefly at Saul who nodded his agreement.

“How do you feel about becoming one of the undead, old man?” she asked.
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