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When Do I Get to Have That?	By : AngelNarcissa90 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 33910 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Thanks to all my reviewers!
bored137654: I am not Hermione/Ron bashing. I am merely displaying one aspect of their relationship with Harry. Sometimes H/R in this fic are concerned about Harry and want to help him. Spying was one way of doing so. There will be other manifestations of this issue in their relationship.
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Do You Want to F�k Or What?
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Harry shrugged on his leather jacket and stared at himself in his hallway mirror.

�HARRY! OPEN THE DOOR!�
Opening his mouth to inspect his teeth, Harry found nothing caught between them. Rubbing his tongue over them, he felt for the piece of meat that he thought was lodge somewhere in there.

�COME ON, MATE. WE DIDN�T MEAN IT! LISTEN TO US.�

Closing his mouth, Harry shook his head and ruffled his bangs. The noise from outside his door was annoying, but he could ignore it for now.
�HARRY! YOU ARE VERY ILL AND YOU NEED TO SEE A HEALER! PLEASE, OPEN THE DOOR.� Hermione�s pleading voice drifted to Harry sensitive ears. He hated hearing her like that begging for his forgiveness. Snorting, Harry stepped back and enjoyed the sexy outfit he had adorned for his outing to Hidden. A leather jacket incased his skin tight black long sleeve shirt coupled with dark skinny jeans. The rips in the shoulder were shielded by his jacket, but the rips around his hips could be seen when he walked.

�WE KNOW THAT YOU�RE IN THERE. PLEASE HARRY, YOU NEED US.�
Harry turned to examine his butt in the mirror. If he walked with enough swagger, he would attract all the right attention. Crouching, Harry zipped his boots up higher. He liked the worn leather look they had going for them. With all the yelling outside, Harry was sure that his neighbors weren�t expelling Hermione and Ron because one of them had charmed a privacy bubble around the door. Apparently, only Harry was invited into this private hell. Why couldn�t they just leave him alone?
Sighing hard, Harry walked over to the door and placed his hands on the wood. He could feel the tension from the intense magic used and the anger with which it was used. There was concern there as well. Leaning close, Harry sniffed the door. Hermione smelled as lovely as usual. Ron needed another bath.

�What is it?� Harry obliged them with a response after nearly a half an hour of shouting on their part. He did have dedicated friends, Harry had to admit that.

The softness of his voice and loosened the tension and Harry could tell that they were staring at each other at a loss for words.
�Oh, Harry. We didn�t mean anything. It was all my idea. My fault. Ron just went along with it. You know how I am.� Hermione said tearfully. Harry could really smell her now. She was leaning against the door as well. Harry moved to where her scent was strongest guarantying that he felt her presence.
�No, �Mione you can�t take all the blame. I was with you on this.� The gentle sound of lips brushing against a temple or perhaps a cheek caused Harry�s heart to skip a beat. How did he not recognize that kind of love? The scent was so strong and honest.
�What do you want?� Harry asked mechanically as he pressed himself firmly into the door. He wanted to smell their interactions.

�You�re ill Harry and we just wanted to know what was happening to you. I asked Ron to to look after you. I guess,� Hermione nearly whispered, �we were spying on you.�
She sounded so watery, Harry licked his lips wished he could watch her tears travel down her face and watch Ron�s reaction to them. Would he taste them?
�I�m not ill. �Mione, I�m not angry.� Harry said in response.
�Thank you,� Ron and Hermione responded in kind, but they insisted on explaining their perceived symptoms of his illness. Harry agreed to listen. The strained silence eased.
Ron began first, �We noticed that you don�t sleep as much and at first I thought it was just what Madame Pomfrey said that you had. The PTSD or whatever.�
Harry could smell the shift in Hermione�s scent as she nodded. �Right, Ron knew that you were spending your time at some bar getting pissed or something. It was around that time that you stopped acting as irrational. Harry lashing out has always been your way of dealing with pain. But for some reason you stopped and at first I thought it was great. It was like that personality trait of adolescence had left you and you had embraced adulthood.�
Ron smelled tense, it was his turn as Hermione was hesitating, �Remember that day that you and Ginny had your talk? Well, you left Ginny in tears and I thought that you had hurt her, but when I confronted her she said that I need to look in the garden. And you�you were still out there sitting with the weeds and wildflowers around you. Harry�all of them were turned to face you. It was freaky. That was what had made Ginny cry. It was really ethereal mate.�
Harry could hear the embarrassment in Ron�s voice. There was something he was leaving out. �You looked out of this world.�
Standing in silence, Harry recalled that conversation with Ginny. He had been in the midst of his depression, but he had just gotten his own flat and Ginny had wanted to move in. She had begged him and he was sure that Molly was hoping that he would change his mind. Harry couldn�t budge and he couldn�t tell her that he�d met his mystery man by then. The mere memory of those fangs sinking into his most tender and vulnerable spots gave him tingling sensation in his belly.
Harry had been in a daze and all he wanted to do was sit outside under the sun or the moon. It didn�t matter as long as he was outside with the life that existed outside of him and his position in society. Nature didn�t care whether he had fought Tom Riddle and it didn�t care that he�d lost his family, both magical and muggle, in the process.
�Harry, we think you�ve been bitten by a vampire.�
Without thinking, Harry unlocked, unwarded and opened the door. He stood a good foot taller than Hermione, but Ron still overshadowed by a few feet. They stared at one another for a while. Harry was unwilling to let them into his flat and he was sure that they were unwilling to leave him alone until he understood their meaning.
Ron visibly swallowed hard. It took Harry a moment to realize that he was sneering at them in a scene reminiscent to that of Draco Malfoy. He murmured an apology and leaned heavily against the doorframe. The awkwardness lasted until one of Harry�s neighbors exited the lift and stared wide-eyed at them until she closed the door of her flat. Even before it was shut, Harry was sure that she was watching them through the peep hole. Harry stepped into the hall causing his compatriots to step back and closed the door.

�Let�s talk somewhere that is not here.�
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Draco lifted his head at the sound of the doorbell, a uniquely muggle contraption. Smirking, he lowered his head and bobbed his head over his lover�s manhood. He enjoyed the soft moaning. All though, as he grasped his lover�s hips and eased his jeans lower while enveloping more of his length, he thought he heard embarrassment in the sound. Grazing his lover with his teeth, Draco elicited a series of heavy pants. The raw sounds stuck in his lover�s throat made Draco become hard himself.

Inhaling the length completely, Draco mimicked the swallowing motion in his throat. He repeated the action over and over. The hips of his lover moved in conjunction. The panting graduated to his lover�s struggle to breathe. Draco lifted his head once more and bobbed until his lover was near the point of ejaculation. Raising his head above and away from the throbbing veined beauty in front of him, Draco watched his companion. The short red hair combed perfectly. The faint freckles and the long limbs that were restrained by well worn leather straps at four distinct points only made him ache with a deep urge to fuck.
The doorbell rang again. The bedroom door was slightly ajar and voice from the entrance which was in the living room were growing louder.
�Percy!�
Draco waited and watched as Percy realized that he�d stopped his incessant sucking. He began mouthing something and Draco feigned ignorance while cocking his head to the side. The soft urgent whisper of �please� competed with the protests that were growing louder outside the front door. Draco turned to the front door once more. From Percy�s guest bedroom, there was perfect view of the front door and if said door were to open, well, Draco was sure that Percy�s ignorant heteronormative brother would be pleasantly surprised.

Draco waited a moment longer for the soft verbal plead, before ducking his head to bring his willingly submissive lover to climax. A part of him was saddened by the fact that there wouldn�t be an audience. Of course, should the door knob be tried, well, it wasn�t locked.
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Harry could smell it. It was the jubilant smell of semen. He licked his lips. Percy was either entertaining himself or someone else.

�What is he doing?� Ron knocked harder.
�Maybe he�s not home.� Hermione suggested.
Harry shook his head, �No, he�s home.� Harry hid his excitement behind an impatient face.
�Then again, now that I think about it, Percy never deviates from routine. So, he must be home.� Hermione mused aloud. Harry eyed both his companions and wondered why they could smell the arousal in the air. It was so obvious to Harry.
�Maybe we should try the door,� Ron said, �You know a good old Alohamora might do the trick.� Ron rubbed his hand against his outer robe before brandishing his wand.
Hermione moved to stand in the way, �Ron, don�t even think of breaking into your elder brother�s apartment. Honestly what type of sibling are you?�

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes muttering, �What kind of brother is he to leave us outside.�
�One that has very important business to attend to,� Percy said as he stood in the entrance to his humble abode. The thick smell of a cleansing smell mixed with arousal made Harry rub his nose. He didn�t like that particular blend. Percy�s arms were folded in front of him. His trousers were crooked. Harry noted that they were muggle denim and he was positive that Percy wouldn�t have purchased them on his own.

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�If I understand you correctly, Hermione, Harry is a vampire and you�ve tested his blood to this effect?� Percy raised a thin pale red eyebrow as he lifted his tea to his lips. Harry could practically feel the subtle tremors in the way Percy�s voice shook ever so slightly and his occasional glance at the extra bedroom door that adjoined the living room. Percy�s flat was simply decorated in pale hues of silver and green. It was almost Slytherin in a very subtle way.
The striped couch Harry sat upon was directly across from the love seat Hermione and Ron occupied and Percy was sitting to his right one of two armchairs. There was another person and by the smell of him, he was sexually excited about something.

�Well, yes. I mean haven't tested him yet but� Hermione nodded as if Percy was in agreement with her absurd notion. �Harry has been exhibiting some odd behaviors: eating uncooked meat for one.�
Harry interjected, �I only wanted meat that was not burnt.�
�Right mate,� Ron said sarcastically. �And he can see in the dark.�
�That�s preposterous, Ron.�
Ron turned to Harry, �I didn�t know you knew such big words. Sounds like a vampire thing to say if you ask me.�
Harry took the liberty of meeting Ron�s eyes and rolling them under his gaze. Ron made to give him a physical gesture, but a timely jab from Hermione�s elbow halted him. Ron settled for a withering glare.
�Ahh,� Percy murmured, �I see what you mean. Harry, can you see without proper lighting from you wand or otherwise?� Percy waved his hand at the lamp near the mantle.

�It�s not that I can see in the dark, I just need very little light.� Harry conceded tightly.
�Right,� Ron interjected.
�That�s enough from the Peanut Gallery�A comic from an American newspaper.� Hermione explained to Ron as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Ron nodded as if he understood and folded his arms in a serious way.

Harry rotated his shoulders, �You are both forgetting the fact that I can still walk around in the day light. I�m not frightened by the sun and I can see my reflection in the mirror.�
Percy turned his attention to Hermione and Ron, �If that�s true than your previous criteria are negated. Vampires by definition cannot withstand the heat of the sun nor are they able to stand in front of a mirror and expect to see their reflections.� Percy held up his hand, �And before you ask, unless Harry consents, there will be not testing of his blood to prove your theory.�
�Harry!� Hermione said with familiar expression in her countenance, �You�ve got to listen to us. You�re special. You were once a you-know-what, accidentally created by You-Know-Who. It�s possible that you�ve been in contact with a vampire and been turned. You could be a hybrid vampire or something.� Harry noticed the careful phrasing of Hermione�s words. It was all for naught since Percy�s mind was clearly elsewhere. He didn�t even demand an explanation. His face remained passive and distracted by a certain bedroom door.

�Maybe you could get a checkup. I mean the Auror Office deems it necessary every three months. You could have been cursed or hexed without even realizing.� Ron nodded encouragingly.
�You miss the fact that I deal more with the administrative aspects of the office, Ron. I have yet to be out on the field. The new case file I got today is the first time I�ll be out of the office since defeating Tom Riddle.� Harry informed Ron and watched him visually deflate as his idea was defused.

Hermione�s mouth was moving as if to speak, but no words came forth. Harry�s eyes shifted from one to the other. His best mates were either holding back more observed evidence of his Vampirism or they had nothing else on him. Harry knew with the silence meant that he had won and they still did not know about his mystery man.
It was in silence that Hermione and Ron left Percy�s flat. Harry had agreed to remain with Percy for observation. The quiet click of the door and Harry relaxed and slumped backward. Percy made eye contact with him before resuming his glazed stare at the bedroom door.
�You�re smooth.� Percy said in a strange monotone.
Harry rolled his eyes, �Thanks. I don�t really have to stay here do I?�
�Gods, I hope not Potter.� Harry narrowed his eyes. Draco Malfoy stood leaning against the doorframe of the guest bedroom that Percy had been fixated on. He stood nude from the waist up. His denim jeans were the same style as Percy�s and Harry could not help but notice the weeping member of Malfoy�s member standing at attention. Malfoy shifted in a somewhat seductive manner or so Harry assumed and purred. Harry watched as Percy jumped to his feet and kneeled crawling slowly to the blond. A familiar smirk graced Malfoy�s face as he curled his finger in Percy�s direction. Harry closed his eyes. He didn�t need to see what would happen when he could simply rely on his scent.

Harry�s ears were sensitive to the arousing sounds Malfoy made as Percy made contact. The erotic atmosphere called to Harry in a way that he was sure that he�d never felt before. It reminded him of why he was waiting for the right guy. Whoever ended up with the Great Harry James Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World and Muggle World alike, needed to have the hubris to withstand the most public of scrutiny.
Distracted by the sounds of gentle suckling, Harry lost himself in the embrace of arousal. The catch of Draco�s breath caused Harry�s senses to be lost in a haze of lust and want. He needed his dark stranger with that tight grip and creatively manipulative hands. He needed his arse to grind against the hardened length of his familiar. The ghost of Harry�s bodily interest was behind him grasping him and Harry felt himself losing to this haunting embrace.
�Gods, Potter, if you don�t get the fuck out.� Draco interrupted. Harry�s eyes snapped open and he gave Draco a common Muggle hand gesture before shuddering from his intense emotional attachment to a man he�d never even met outside the club. Harry pushed himself to a standing position and gave Percy a curt nod.
�Come back later Potter,� Draco murmured as he turned to face Percy who had a stern look on his face. Of course, he was licking his lips and rubbing his hands together in a way that suggested that he was not done with Draco. �We should be done by then. Or,� Draco paused for effect, �You could watch.�
Harry expected Percy to look bashful or thoroughly embarrassed, but he wasn�t. Percy actually met his eyes with an almost expectant gaze. His eyebrows were raised slightly. �I wouldn�t mind.� Draco leaned close to embrace Percy, his manhood was still exposed and it looked as if it were hardening at the prospect of more action.
Harry nodded silently and turned to the exit. He waved his good bye. He wasn�t sure if was going to come back anytime soon. Harry knew that Percy was pretending to be with Penelope, but he was fucking Draco Malfoy as well? What had gone wrong with his love life?
�Harry, aren�t you forgetting something?� Harry paused, half way through the door.
�You can use our fireplace. I�m sure there is someone there you can let go of your frustration with.� Harry accepted the offer. He was dressed to kill after all. He needed a night and a good night out.
�I had no idea you were so generous.� Harry said sarcastically as he grabbed a fist full of floo powder. He rattled his sleeve and felt security in the movement of his wand against his flesh. Draco smirked at him as Harry threw the powder and announced his destination, Hidden. He was sure his dark companion would be there waiting for him.

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