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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter fandom nor do I make any money from writing this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Just the vampires.
Warnings: Not too explicit violence and gore… much more explicit sex. You know where to go for the uncensored version.
Epilogue
A few months later…
The apartment was dark and silent. Two figures watched from the outside for a few minutes before approaching one of the windows. Minimally effective wards presented no obstacle as both silent shadows slipped into the interior of the apartment. A quick scouting of the interior confirmed that the residence was empty and both figures settled down to wait.
Some time later, quick footsteps and a jangle of keys could be heard from outside of the apartment door just as the wards fluctuated. Nothing moved in the apartment but a sense of anticipation could be felt.
The door swung open to reveal a short figure who scuttled into the apartment and quickly turned on the lights with a flick of her wand. As the door closed, the wards fluctuated again, presumably reactivating to full capacity.
One shadow detached itself and silently approached the pink-clad woman from behind. Some dormant prey instinct must have awoken as the woman froze and turned around, much too slow, only for her eyes to widen in terror as she was seized.
Harry casually leaned against a tree as he watched Draco sadistically play with Umbridge. He could see his mate’s red eyes practically glowing as his humanity was pushed aside completely for the moment. His mate was apologizing, in his own way, for his time in the Inquisitorial Squad.
Harry shook his head in mild exasperation. Control was not something his mate was acquiring quickly, as Harry had. He suspected that a life of being an only child, and a very spoiled one at that, was not helping Draco acclimate to his new instincts and keep himself in check. This was why Harry had forcefully relocated this little reunion into an uninhabited forest. Worrying about keeping his mate contained while committing murder was not his idea of fun.
Harry let his thoughts wander to the past few months while he watched Draco have his fun.
Tristan had gotten them away from Hogwarts just in time as the Aurors began to show up, too late as usual. Harry had been too preoccupied with the recovery of his mate to care much about the fallout of the battle. In fact, he hadn’t given it a second thought until school let out for the summer and Hermione and Blaise showed up at his Father’s home together and filled him in.
Dumbledore’s death had sent a shockwave through the Wizarding World. His last act of protecting Draco to give Harry enough time to save him made Harry grudgingly thankful to the old man, but it didn’t stop his relief that he was dead and could no longer attempt to influence his life or those he cared for in any way. Many Order members had died during the battle. Their foolish conviction of only using non-lethal spells only harmed them in the end. The only deceased member he had really known was Molly Weasley. Harry couldn’t find it in himself to really care other than a distant sympathy for the remaining Weasley children he didn’t hate, mostly just the twins.
They had corresponded a few times and Harry had gotten his map back from them. Fred had told him that George was injured while doing their part in the battle. While worried, Harry was assured George fully recovered fairly quickly since Fred had gotten him treatment right away.
He was open to the idea of working on a more solid friendship with them in the future, possibly a more involved partnership with their business as well. For now, Harry’s priority was his mate’s adjustment to his new life.
Lucius was currently exerting his considerable will on Fudge and the Wizengamot to improve Magical Britain in a way he never would have in the past. It seems that Draco’s new life as a vampire, and Lucius’ subsequent exposure to the vampire community, had forced him to reexamine his priorities and beliefs. While he knew better than to reveal anything he had learned, he was still working to make the world more inclusive for all magical beings. Harry had told him the vampires really couldn’t care less about such things but Lucius seemed set on his course. Harry still found it surprising that Lucius had chosen to stand with his family and protect them, especially his newly turned heir, but he knew to keep that to himself. Draco wouldn’t appreciate his mate’s low opinion of his father.
Severus had escaped the battle, as planned, and visited frequently over the summer. Their relationship was still a work in progress but Harry was willing to see him as a mentor, someday. He was learning to move past his bitterness and resentment but a stubborn part of him didn’t want to let it go. He craved the chance to develop a bond with the man who was biologically his father, but he also didn’t want to let go and forget the unfair pain he was dealt his whole life. He felt a bit childish but he also didn’t think he was ready to just let it all go. It would take time to heal and move on.
It had been amusing to watch him interact with Tristan and Remus when he came by. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on in their relationships, and honestly couldn’t be bothered to figure it out at the moment. He thoroughly enjoyed watching Severus’ discomfort when Tristan flirted with him. No doubt his human father wanted to fall back on his normal prickly behavior but was too intimidated by the ancient vampire to do so. It would be clear eventually, he was sure.
With Draco’s recent change, Harry hadn’t been able to see much of his friends until the end of the summer. Even with Blaise living at his Father’s manor as usual and Hermione visiting frequently, he hadn’t been able to leave Draco’s side very often and he couldn’t let his human friends near his not-so-in-control mate. Draco hadn’t been able to conquer his new instincts at all until mid-way through summer and it was still a massive work in progress. He missed his friends but again, Draco was his priority for now and he was happy to give that time to his mate.
He was a little surprised by how well Blaise and Hermione’s relationship seemed to be going. He didn’t see their day to day interactions but he knew Hermione had met Blaise’s father. That, more than anything, let him know how serious they were both taking this. He hoped both of his friends could find happiness with each other. He wasn’t sure what they might choose in the future in regards to vampirism and Harry was happy he didn’t have to make such a choice about his own future, having the choice taken out of his hands. He was sure his Muggleborn friend was going to be seeking him out with many long and intense conversations in the future.
They had already had one fairly intense conversation this past summer when Hermione told him what had happened to Ron during the battle at Hogwarts. She had struggled to recount the events through her tears, consumed with guilt for causing his death. Harry wondered if it was a Gryffindor thing to hoard guilt for things that were actually out of their control. He had done his best to use logic against her to make her realize it hadn’t been her fault. It was a weird role reversal for them, something he had mentioned to her and had gotten a weak chuckle from his friend. He didn’t think that would be the end of the problem for his oldest friend but he believed Blaise was ready to help her get through her misplaced guilt.
Theo came to stay at his Father’s manor for the second half of the summer. Considering his father’s allegiance to Voldemort and recent death due to his service to the monster, a service Theo had been able to escape with his loyalty to Harry, it was a little hard to get a feel for Theo’s current feelings. Harry was pretty sure Theo was both relieved and saddened by this turn of events. He wasn’t sure what he had told his mother to be allowed to stay at the manor and hadn’t asked.
On a more amusing note, he could tell Theo was very put out with Draco’s choice to endanger himself during the battle and lock Theo away. Harry had met up with Theo a few times when he could afford to be away for a while. Even if his friends could risk being near Draco at the moment, Harry suspected Theo would be avoiding Draco still. He anticipated a bit of a row between them when Draco finally gained enough control of himself. Slytherins and their grudges. Though Harry couldn’t deny that he was also miffed at his mate and his choices that led to his almost death. Harry wasn’t sure how he was going to drive the point home to his mate that the choice he made was unacceptable, but he would think of something once Draco was more settled with his instincts and more in control of himself.
Much like the twins, Harry had only been able to correspond with Neville for now. The poor boy had been swamped with public attention after the battle. He was clearly uncomfortable with the attention and Harry was only slightly sorry that Neville couldn’t deflect the attention since he couldn’t tell anyone what had really occurred during the battle. Ciaran had expressed a desire to see the other boy again after their own adventure to dispose of Nagini.
Ciaran had mostly been exploring the manor grounds and keeping his distance while Harry worked to get Draco under control. Apparently they were boring company while trying to teach Draco control. His snake had sustained some injuries while helping Neville take out Nagini but they were easily healed. Now Ciaran was enjoying the peace of this Father’s property away from the hundreds of loud children at Hogwarts.
There were many things to work out still but for the first time, Harry was looking toward the future with hope and happiness. He had a family that wasn’t going anywhere, friends he could truly trust, and a mate that he would be with forever.
Speaking of his mate…
A particularly blood-curdling shriek snapped him out of his reminiscing to witness the final moments of Umbridge’s life as Draco punched a hole through Umbridge’s chest and watched her die in agony, not unlike what Harry had done to Voldemort. Harry quickly scanned the area they were in and noticed various body parts belonging to the bitch scattered around. How deep in his thoughts had he been?
While an extraordinary example of control, even Harry had his limits. And the sight of his mate covered in blood with glowing red eyes and a devilish smirk on his face as he turned to him was a bit much even for him.
Draco shifted weight slightly and suddenly Harry felt bloody lips aggressively attach themselves to his own. With a quick thought before he lost all control, Harry vanished the remains of Umbridge’s body and Apparated his mate and himself back to their bedroom. He would need to come back to this clearing later and make sure to destroy all evidence of the Undersecretary’s demise.
They appeared in the middle of their bedroom and Harry momentarily pushed Draco away in an attempt to regain his bearings, almost panting with the effort of doing so. However, Draco was wild, his recent bloodlust being redirected to lust resulted in a desperate forcefulness that turned Harry’s head and made him groan out loud. His mate stalked him with a single-minded drive and Harry quickly gave up his attempt to tame this interaction at all. Instead, he turned the tables and herded Draco into their bathroom. He had at least enough presence of mind left to avoid their bed while they were both covered in blood.
Harry’s back slammed against the wall next to their shower, his mate growling as he kissed him thoroughly. He felt like his blood was boiling through his body as he dug his fingers into Draco’s hair and pulled him tight to his face, returning the kiss just as strongly. He released one hand from Draco’s silky hair and blindly felt along the wall for the handle to the shower door.
Meanwhile, Draco had not been idle, his hands busy hastily tugging at Harry’s clothing to remove it from his body. His mate moved his head to his neck and started kissing down toward his shoulder, continuing to remove his shirt and kiss the skin as it was revealed. Harry let out a gasp as he felt a tongue flick playful across his nipple, letting his head fall back with his eyes closed and his fingers threaded themselves through Draco’s hair without his conscious approval.
As he felt the button on his pants being undone and a kiss placed at the waistband of his underwear, Harry jerked before dragging Draco back up his body. He reached into the shower to start the water and turn it to warm before turning back to his mate and shredding the clothing off his body as Draco succeeded in removing his pants and underwear. Draco staggered under the sudden violence from Harry, but looked even more turned on than he had a moment ago as Harry stepped out of his last article of clothing, leaving them both nude and staring at each other with heat in their eyes. With a wicked smirk, Draco pounced on Harry, forcing him back into the shower and under the stream of hot water.
Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and pulled him close until their bodies connected. A harsh whine escaped from Draco’s throat before he could stop himself and Harry let out a dark chuckle. He had enjoyed Draco’s moment of feisty dominance but he was ready to take back control.
Still holding his hips, he switched their positions so Draco was pushed against the wall and slowly slid their hips together, teasingly rocking their groins together while he considered his pinned mate.
“Did you enjoy teaching her a lesson?” Harry purred into Draco’s ear, keeping up the teasing pressure of his hips while running his nose along Draco’s neck. His mate gripped his shoulders tightly, as if they were his only support to keep standing. “Did you enjoy my eyes on you while you played?”
“Yes,” Draco hissed out, trying to move his own hips to no avail. “Harry… stop teasing… now!”
Harry bit back a groan, trying not to instantly cave to the demands of his begging, though bossy, mate but they were both too wound up tonight to take things slow. Draco, apparently, wasn’t willing to wait for a response and spoke again.
“Take me,” Draco breathed out, straining forward to kiss Harry’s jawline. He growled as he was able to move his hips for a moment as Harry’s grip relaxed in pleasured surprise, though he tightened his hands and pressed Draco back into the wall again a moment later.
Not to be denied, Draco wrapped a leg around the back of one of Harry’s legs and forced their bodies even closer while panting challengingly, “Come on, Harry, why are you holding back? Am I not yours to claim?”
One too many buttons were pushed as Harry snarled and jerked Draco away from the wall, running his hands down the back of his thighs and lifting him abruptly so Draco had little choice but to scramble to wrap his legs around this mate’s waist.
While Draco quickly steadied himself, Harry found his opening with his finger, already slickened by his magic, and pushed inside while growling, “I have already claimed you!”
A second and then third finger quickly pushed in alongside his first finger while Draco whined and tried to ride his fingers.
“You are mine, Draco!” Harry hissed out, before removing his fingers and shifting his hips so he could slam up into his mate’s body. Draco’s mouth fell open and his head smacked into the wall behind him, but Harry wasn’t sure he noticed. A moment later, his suspicions were confirmed when Draco snapped his head back down and forcefully grabbed Harry’s hair while staring into his eyes, his own silver ones blazing with aggression and lust.
“Then prove it!” Draco snarled before pulling Harry forward into an animalistic kiss by his tight hold on his hair. Harry needed no further encouragement, as he slowly slid his cock out of Draco before slamming back inside. Over and over again, more and more rapidly. His fingers were digging into Draco’s hip bones enough to hurt but he didn’t notice. All he could concentrate on was the rhythm of his hips and the feel of gliding in and out of Draco’s body while his mate devoured his mouth.
He reached between their bodies with one hand and wrapped it around Draco’s weeping cock, attempting to keep rhythm with the quick, jabbing thrust of his cock into Draco’s body, though it was hard. He could tell Draco was close, a desperate keening noise had started in his throat and he was restlessly shifting his hips, searching for that final push to drive him over the edge.
Harry obliged him, pulling their lips apart and bending his neck to lightly rasp his fangs along Draco’s pulse as he thrust brutally into his body while pumping his cock with single minded determination.
As always, the beginning of Draco’s orgasm tore through them both and triggered Harry’s own at the same time. A hoarse shout and they were coming together, pressing as close as possible to each other and panting as trembles wracked their bodies.
After a moment, Harry pulled back slightly to look into Draco’s eyes and give him a soft peck on the lips.
“I love you.”
Draco smiled lazily, obviously sated and starting to crash as he came down from his earlier bloodlust and pleasure.
“I love you too, Harry.”
After a quick shower, Harry found himself laying in bed on his back with his mate sleeping on his chest, worn out from his earlier hunting and their time in the shower. Harry gently carded his hands through Draco’s hair, eliciting a sleepy sigh from his mate. He smiled fondly. They were going to be okay.
His very long future was looking bright indeed.
THE END
We have come to the end of this 9 year journey. When I started this story, my only goal was “finish a story” and “make Harry a vampire” because I had only read a few FanFics at that point and thought it was a great, fresh idea. As I’ve seen lots of vampire stories while scrolling through FanFiction over the years, I was obviously wrong.
For those of you that waited 8 years, thank you and bless you for sticking with me. For those who waited until this showed up as “Complete” in searches, thank you for giving my first foray into writing a try.
And now I can be a dork and say “Mischief managed!”
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