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Blood Cocktail	By : DrackenLady Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24768 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Hello everyone! Here is chapter 3, a full day early! Next chapter is the party and the one after that...part of it will be cut and only available of AFF.net!

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Walking towards the circus, Harry took in the set up of the building. It looked like a large warehouse from where he was standing, with a giant neon sign at the top of the building proudly spelling out the name. The sign had giant overhead lights behind it, throwing it into a bit of shadow. Around the name, demonic clowns were waving, one of them had fangs coming out of his mouth and the other a fluffy tail coming out of his back. Snorting softly at the dry humour behind the sign, Harry followed Anita as she led them to a metal side door.

Realizing there was no knob, Harry was about to ask why they were here when Anita banged on the door. A minute later, it opened to reveal a vampire with short, dark curly hair and eyes so dark they appeared black but the light hit them at that exact moment to show they were actually brown. He was dressed completely in black.

“London, you guys are awake already?” Anita questioned, stepping into the building as the vampire, London stepped aside to let them through.

“Yes. Time change and all that.” He answered in short, clipped tones. Once they all had walked past the entrance, London lead them down a flight of stairs and into a large, circular living room. “Jean-Claude will be with you shortly.”

He left the room silently, barely giving anyone there a second glance. Richard, Anita and Micah moved over to the sofa, sitting down with Anita in the middle. Jason took the single chair in the room and Harry and Nathaniel took the loveseat. Merle, Jamil and Shang Da stayed standing, leaning against the walls.

Harry abruptly sat up straight and let out a pain filled gasp. He felt a presence moving closer to them, its power making his bones feel like they were trying to vibrate out from his body.

Anita quickly noticed what was wrong and hurried to calm him down. “It’s the vampires. The older they are, the harsher our necromancy reacts to them. Both Asher and Jean-Claude are probably coming in together, making your reaction to them that much stronger. While London is not young, he was shielding his true power and age as he always does.”

The door suddenly opened behind them and Harry, after finally gathering himself together enough to re-shield, looked to see the famous master vampire of the city of St. Louis and his lover, Asher. He knew that the one to enter first was Jean-Claude because he had heard Anita say that he had black hair.

Jean-Claude stood close to six feet tall, roughly 5’11”. He had long, softly curling black hair and pale skin of alabaster though Harry’s was still paler. His eyes were a mesmerizing Midnight blue, almost black, and as he pushed some hair away from his face, Harry noticed how his hand was lean while still being long fingered.

Asher on the other hand was an almost perfect contrast. He was tall and slender, built like a Roman god statue. His long wavy hair glittered in the light like metallic gold, falling down in waves across the right side of his face, covering one eye. The one visible eye was a bright, sky blue. From what Harry could see of his face, he was beautiful. He absently wondered why Asher’s face was covered but decided not to ask. If the vampire wanted him to know, he wouldn’t have covered it in the first place.

While he had been studying them, they had also been studying him. The only person they did not know in the room was a young man with deep black hair falling to his shoulder that had a messy look to it but looked as soft as silk. They could just see the tip of a scar above his left eye. His eyes were a brilliant shade of jade green, with tiny specks of black that were barely noticeable. His small pert nose complimented his round face and his pale skin made his luscious red lips appear a deep ruby color.

“Welcome.” Jean-Claude said in his soft, seductive voice. He noticed bemusedly that all those in the room shivered slightly except for the mystery stranger. “Thank you all for coming ahead of schedule, I am honoured that you decided to attend.”

“As if we had a choice.” Richard grumbled.

“Ah mon ami, you always have a choice. Ma petite was merely asked to request mon minet and your attendance, it was not an order. It was merely a request put out by myself and mon chardonneret.” Jean-Claude calmly replied.

Seeing the confusion crossing Harry’s face quickly, Nathaniel leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Jean-Claude has this…thing where he gives everyone nicknames in French. Everyone is used to it except Richard, who will blow a gasket if Jean-Claude calls him anything other than mon ami. He still picks fights about that name. Ma petite is what he has been calling Anita since he met her, which has caused her to almost shoot him several times. Mon chardonneret is his name for Asher since before he came here, apparently he has had it for him since just after they met for the first time and it means my goldfinch. And mon minet is Micah, also known as my pussycat, which Micah just ignores most of the time. He thinks arguing with Jean-Claude requires more effort than it’s worth.”

“And what does he call you?” Harry whispered back, staring into lavender eyes.

“Jean-Claude doesn’t interact enough with me to give me a nickname. That or he doesn’t deem me important enough for one.” Nathaniel smiled wryly.

“It’s not like you left us much choice, with you requesting to see Harry, obviously you knew we would show up!” Richard exploded at him. Most people thought Anita was the easiest to anger and they were right. Except when it came to Harry, Richard was worse than Anita; his protective streak was ten miles long when it came to the younger male.

“By all means mon ami, mon petit pétale could have come here on his own, we just simply wanted to introduce him so that the others in our community would know that he is off limits. You, although always welcome here, did not have to show up with him.” Jean-Claude replied, smiling softly.

Harry, while not having that wide a range of vocabulary in French, knew more than enough English to be able to translate his newest…nickname. Petite petal…who did he think he was? “What did you just call me?” he growled in a dangerous tone, slowly standing up from the loveseat.

All eyes were now on him, Nathaniel noticing the way his eyes glowed in rage while Anita and Micah both noticed his magic flaring. Richard on the other hand, was smiling evilly; he knew that Jean-Claude was about to get his ass handed to him since Harry hated being called anything that even remotely resembled pretty, weak, or delicate.

“I meant no disrespect by it; I merely found the name suiting of you.” Jean-Claude answered, mesmerized by the flashing eyes. The young man truly became more beautiful when he was angered.

Harry was slowly advancing towards Jean-Claude and Anita was honestly scared that he would pull out his wand or shoot off a wandless spell that would force a stake through the master vampires’ heart.

Harry stalked closer to the master vampire, intent on at least slapping him or causing him some form of bodily harm, maybe even kicking him where it hurts most when he was suddenly stopped by two arms wrapping around him from behind, halting him in his tracks.

“Please mon mignon (my cutie), he truly did not mean any harm by it. It is merely a term of endearment, one that I think suites your beautiful self spectacularly.” A voice, soft as silk and warm as honey whispered in his ear gently. He shivered involuntarily as the warm puffs of air tickled his sensitive neck gently, causing him to lean back into the body hugging him tightly.

A sudden growl filled the air, startling Harry out of his warm cocoon inside the other male’s arms. His head snapped up to stare at Nathaniel who was watching him with narrowed eyes which were glowing a bright lilac in his anger and his mouth twisted into a vicious snarl.

Harry felt the arms moving away, the person’s fingers trailing softly against his collarbone as they moved away, as if reluctant to leave. He turned around and saw that it was Asher who was behind him, who had held him in such a warm embrace. He suddenly realized that everyone else in the room was staring in wonder at Nathaniel, who was still glaring at Asher.

Harry had heard from Anita and Micah in passing that Nathaniel was considered one of the most submissive beings in the preternatural community of St. Louis so him growling out like that against anyone was a surprise, especially the lover to the current vampire master.

Movement behind him made Harry turn around to look at Asher again as he raised his hands in surrender, trying to placate Nathaniel a bit. He tossed his hair slightly and Harry let out an involuntary gasp of surprise.

Asher stared at him as he moved over and raised his hand hesitantly. By the time Asher realized what Harry was doing, it was too late to stop him.

Harry pushed the hair that was blocking off half of Asher’s face gently aside and looked at the scars marring one side of an otherwise perfect face. They ran down from Asher’s forehead down his temple, skipping over his eye and resuming underneath it, all the way down to his chin. His nose had been spared, leaving it perfectly formed as well as his neck.

Harry gently trailed his fingers down the bumps and ridges on Asher’s face before moving his shirt gently aside and looking at the scars that resumed on his collarbone and probably continued downwards on only one side of his chest.

“Don’t look…please.” Came the whispered plea from above him. Looking up into pained blue eyes, Harry gently fingered the scars on Asher’s collarbone as he replied.

“Why?”

“Someone as beautiful and perfect as you should not have to look at my hideousness.” Asher replied, his voice thick with emotion.

“Perfect? Sorry, you must be looking at someone else.” Harry shot back, muttering softly under his breath that Asher barely heard him, even with vampire hearing. “No such thing as a perfect freak.”

Frowning in confusion, Asher was about to ask what he meant by that when Harry asked the question that he was expecting. “Why don’t you get them healed if you hate them so much?”

“Holy water burns cannot be healed on a vampire, mon mignon.” Asher replied.

“So why not just use a Skin ReGrowth cream? That works on all creatures.” Harry replied, not seeing the problem.

“The what?” Asher asked.

“Skin ReGrowth cream, it, as the name suggests, grows back skin that’s missing or has been scarred.” Harry explained.

“Where can you find something like that?” Jamil interrupted from the side wall.

“I can make it if you want; I was one of the top students in potions.” Harry offered.

“Potions? What…are you exactly?” Shang Da spoke up, eyes narrowed in mistrust at Harry.

Realizing that Anita must not have told them about his powers, Harry was just going to keep quiet when Jean-Claude took that matter out of his hands. “A wizard right? I have only heard of them before but never actually met one.”

“How did—“Harry was interrupted by the master vampire before he could finish his question.

“When you mentioned potions. I heard of a man once when I lived in France, it was said he had miracle potions that could cure many ailments.” He explained.

“So it’s true then? There is something that can help with these scars?” Asher questioned, not even daring to hope yet.

“Sure, I just have to make the cream, which shouldn’t take more than a few days then I will be able to apply it.” Harry offered.

“I would congratulate you right now, mon chardonneret, but I know how much it would hurt to have your hopes dashed if it did not work. Instead, I will reserve my congratulations until after the procedure is complete.” Jean-Claude smiled happily at the speechless Asher.

A sudden knock at the door interrupted them. When it opened, the same vampire who had opened the door upstairs, London, walked in and addressed Jean-Claude. “Your guests have started arriving Jean-Claude.”

“Thank you London, we will be right up.” Nodding, London walked back out of the room, closing the door behind him. “Well then, I think it is about time we all headed up so shall we?”

Walking out of the room, Jean-Claude was followed by Asher. Anita, Richard and Micah followed with Harry, Nathaniel and Jason trailing them and finally the three enforcers bringing up the rear, trying to figure out what everyone had meant by Harry being a wizard and if that meant he was a danger to their respective leaders or not.

Mate 1 POV

He watched at that blond vampire came up behind the boy, pulling him back to rest against his chest. His beast suddenly surged within him, snarling angrily at the undead creature that dared touch what was his. No one, no matter who they were, touched his mate!

Mate 2 POV

He watched as Asher whispered words into the human’s ears, causing him to practically melt into the vampire’s chest. His beast released a growl within him, one that clawed at his throat, attempting to get out but being unable to because he used all of his self control to force it down.

His beast raged in anger, what right did anyone in this room have to touch what rightfully belonged to him alone?!

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StarLight_Massacre: You are probably the most well informed of my reviewers, and if it wasn't for you, this chapter would have taken a lot longer to complete XD

she-who-waits-in-darkness: I am too, Nathaniel is damn sexy as a dominant

tbsigma08: I agree, too many people to guess from XD And yes, Nathaniel was always going to be on the list of mates, he is actually one of my favorite characters in the series.

917brat: You will know later if you are right, I will make a list of everyone who got it later but can you match animal to mate?

yuuka sora: You will know if you are right later, when I put up the list of everyone who got it right or very close to right!

Till next time, Ta Ta!
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