This is a purely fictional story, based on characters belonging to the Harry Potter franchise author, JK Rowling. This story in no way represents the true sexual orientation of the characters originally written by Rowling, or the sexual orientation of the actors who portray them.
To Hold The Heart of A Vampire
Draco sat trembling as he watched in horror at the scene unfolding before him. The giant serpent unhinged its jaws even wider as it consumed the body of the dead woman that had fallen onto the table. Charity Burbage, because of her post as Professor of Muggle Studies, had often been the butt of cruel and vulgar jokes passed between Draco and his friends at Hogwarts, all heard from his father of course, but to see anyone come to an end such as this sickened even Draco. He'd had taken the mark willingly, "anything to help father," but these last few months, all the killings and torturing of innocent victims at the hands of the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters had caused Draco to question his decision. For all Draco's efforts to have his father restored to Voldemort's grace, Lucius still sat cowering in the corner, Voldemort adding further disgrace by taking control of his wand. For all the fear that resided in Draco's soul at the very mention of the name "Voldemort," a seed of hatred had found itself rooted in the lowest depths of Draco's heart. Once believed to be the only way of saving his father from a life of imprisonment in Azkaban, Draco now wanted to be ill at the very sight of the pale, inhuman creature that wielded his father's wand. Though he couldn't stand that muggle-loving traitor Harry Potter, some part of him wished Potter would come bursting through the door firing killing curses at the inhuman son of a bitch sitting at the head of the table. So after the meeting had convened for the evening, Draco slipped quietly to his room and began preparing a plan. Draco went to bed, allowing his parents and the other occupants of the house to believe him to be asleep, and just as the clock began chiming three, he placed his plan into action. The house was heavily watched at all hours of the night. There would be no simply waltzing out the front door. No, he'd have to use a different tactic. He'd wracked his brain for several hours, trying to decide how the best way to go about running away, and finally it hit him. Sirius Black! Black had fooled even the dementors by simply changing into a dog, and unbeknown to anyone but he and his father, Draco was an animagus. Lucius had spent a good deal of time tutoring his son in transfiguration and animagi magic, stating more than one time that "the role of a Death Eater shows many appearances. Animagi ability will simply add one more mask to the collection."
The clock struck three as Draco eased out of bed, careful not to make even the slightest of noises, and began fumbling in the dark to opening his window. He didn't dare light even the tiniest of flame at this hour. Those guarding from the garden would notice and suspect something. Finally finding the ancient gilded latch, he gave his wand a quick flick, "alohamora," and the window's lock clicked open. The window creaked slightly as he pushed it open into the still air of the night. Fog hug thick around the manor, yet even in the fog Draco could make out the lights of a dozen or so lit wands as they made their way encircling the mansion. Yes, this was the only way he was going to get out of here. Draco stood shivering as he peered into the darkness before him. Was he really ready to do this? But he knew the answer. Yes! He couldn't stand it any longer. Though before the war there'd been no love lost for Charity Burbage, her death tonight, especially Voldemort's disposal of her, had been the final straw. Draco had to get away. He might not have an affection for mudbloods, but he had to admit that wizard blood was scarce enough as it was. There certainly was no use in killing the few left! And who was Voldemort to criticize those who weren't of pureblood status?!? After all, hadn't Father told him that Voldemort was actually born a halfblood himself? Hypocritical bastard! This was it. Draco was leaving! But his ears picked up a movement along the corridors outside his room. Someone was moving, coming his way! And he recognized two voices, one high and cruel, the other the faltering voice of his father. "My lord, please. Please do not do this to my only son. Draco has served you faithfully......" "Lucius, I grow tired of your weak cowardice begging! Be silent and listen to me. Even a lord needs companionship from time to time. Your son should be greatly honored to lie with me. His beauty is quite remarkable, and in time his spirit will be broken so that I will be able to mold him into my greatest servant!" Lie with him! NO! No, this couldn't be! Surely, please by everything sacred, Voldemort couldn't believe that Draco would want to "lie with him!" The very idea brought Draco to the verge of vomiting. It was now or never. A knock sounded at his door, and a high voice followed. "Draco I wish to speak with you..............Draco?" Draco began allowing his mind to empty as he focused all his power. He felt his body transforming, shrinking and taking on a new shape, but his concentration was broken by a crashing sound as his door was blown off the hinges, a blinding light silhouetting Voldemort as it came from his father's wand in Voldemort's hand. He had to go now! There was a terrible scream as Draco felt his body change quite quicker and more sudden than he'd intended. He gave a great leap through the window into the open air of the foggy night, his arms changing into feathered wings as he leaped, and was off. Even in the form of a sparrow, Draco's eyes shed tears as the foggy night was filled with screams and two distinct flashes of green light behind him. Twice he was nearly clipped as the Death Eaters realized what had happened and began casting spells toward him, but he flew on. He was either going to escape or die trying. "Goodbye Mother, goodbye Father. I swear to you, regardless of how long it takes, you will not have died in vain."
For hours Draco flew on and on, nothing but the north star as any guidance. He didn't dare stop yet, not when Voldemort and all his followers were now searching for him. The moors and dales turned to high ridges and peaks as he flew north. He flew until his wings ached and he felt he could fly no longer, the towers and turrets of the familiar ancient castle looming ahead. Hogwarts. But he couldn't stop here. Severus was here, and though he was Draco's greatest friend and ally, Draco wouldn't put him in that type of danger. Should Voldemort realize that Snape knew any trace of information of his whereabouts, Snape would surely end up murdered like his parents. Finally Draco could fly no further. His body ached, his heart was broken, and he knew that truly anywhere he went would not be safe. He allowed himself to be carried on the wind whipping between the highland ridges and gradually lowered toward the dark forest. He'd come up with a plan of where to go from here after he rested a while. As Draco's body grew into human shape again he was horrified at what he looked down and saw. He'd lost his concentration as Voldemort had forced his way into Draco's room and had changed so quickly that his spell hadn't allowed for his clothes! He gasped as he saw his creamy white skin reflecting what small amount of light that made its way into the heart of the forest. What would he do? He had to have something to wear! But even as his mind wondered these questions, his body gave way to exhaustion. Darkness seemed to close around his mind and he felt himself fall back into the leaves and pine needles that carpeted the forest floor.
Draco wasn't sure how long he'd slept, only that he'd awoke with a start, his heart pounding. His dreams had been filled with scenes from the hours before, both seen and imagined. Visions of his parents being hit by flashes of green light filled his mind until he found himself awoken with tears flowing down his cheeks. But as Draco's eyes cleared enough to see clearly around him his heart seemed to stop in his chest. He was not alone. A tall figure stood feet away from him, his cloak seeming to billow even in the still air, red eyes showing from underneath the hood of his cloak. Draco's breath hitched as his worst fears swept through his head. Voldemort had found him! But the figure before held no wand, and as Draco studied the figure he realized that, whoever this was, they were too tall to be Voldemort. But as relieved as he felt on one hand to realize that Voldemort hadn't found him, he still felt a terrible fear at the two red eyes peering from underneath the hood. "Who, who are you?" The answer Draco received made him gasp. The figure didn't reply, but instead reached to remove the hood from its face. Draco's blood ran cold at the sight before him. Long black hair fell out of the hood onto the shoulders of the large figure. Though the face was handsome, the skin was deathly pale. High cheekbones and a rather noble looking nose led to a mouth that bore large protruding fangs. A vampire! Draco's father had educated him about many of the dark creatures of magic, but had never taught his son about vampires. ("Wizards never deal with vampires. We avoid them at all costs, because they are evil creatures!" ) The vampire wore a gruesome smile, and his icy voice made Draco's skin crawl. "Well, well. What a beauty I have stumbled upon! We hardly ever find mortals this deep in the forest!" Draco felt for his wand lying by his thigh. Thank goodness his magic had worked enough that he'd at least brought that with him, but the vampire laughed hysterically. "You foolish mortals! Do you really think you're going to overpower me with a wand?!? All of you wizards are the same. You think everything and everyone can be controlled by a wand! Your magic has no effect on me!" Draco stood to face his foe. He felt sheer terror, but he didn't intend for the vampire to know that. The vampire began slowly stepping toward him. "Stay where you are, or I swear I'll curse you!" But still the vampire slowly came. "Sectumsempra!" The spell made the air around them whoosh as it hurled toward, but the vampire merely waved his hand and the spell was deflected. "Avada Kedavra!" The green jet of light shot from Draco's wand and his the vampire square in the chest, but to Draco's horror the vampire merely laughed and continued forward. Draco attempted to turn and run, but in an instant the vampire had closed the gap between them and held Draco in an icy unbreakable grip.
Draco shivered as he stood face to face with the vampire leering down at him, part from sheer terror and part from the icy touch of the vampire. The vampire smile his terrible smile again as he sniffed and smelled of Draco. "Yes, you are a fine one, quite attractive. I think you will do very well!" The vampire's icy hands began groping Draco's still unclothed body. Icy hands roamed his back and chest, eventually making their way down towards his groin, Draco struggling all the time. He fought and kicked against the vampire with all his might until he was finally reduced to tears, begging and pleading with the creature. "Please! Please, don't do this to me. You don't understand! I don't want this, please!" The vampire laughed and continued his exploration of Draco's body. "It is a great honor to be chosen as the lover of a vampire!" "But I don't want it! Please, just let me go." Draco kicked and fought against the vampire until finally the creature's long fingernails dug into his wrists, blood staining his creamy skin. At the sight of the blood the vampire became angry. "You stupid fool! See what you have done! I was supposed to spill the first blood! You were supposed to bleed by my hand, not your own resistance! You were to be mine, mine for all eternity! Well, if you don't wish to be mine, then you shan't be anyone's at all! I'll show you what true pain is!" The vampire grabbed Draco by the throat and brought him to stare straight into the red eyes. "Look at me!" Though Draco tried with all his mental might to resist the urge to stare into the red orbs, he found himself staring into the red abyss as a voice spoke in his head. "You are under my control. There will be no more resistance or fighting. And as punishment for your foolishness and resisting, you will retain your own conscientiousness, so that you may know all the more pain and suffering!" Draco felt his body fall to the ground, and was immediately and terrifyingly aware of what the vampire's words had meant. Though his mind screamed that he should run or attempt escape, his body could not. His heart pounded nearly out of his chest as he saw the vampire shed his clothes, but it was as though he was a living statue. His mind pleaded with his mouth to scream, but his lips seemed almost sealed.
The vampire's icy touch met Draco's skin again, but this time was much more forceful. He grabbed and clawed at Draco's body as Draco's mind screamed in terror. The vampire seemed to will Draco to do whatever he wished. Draco found himself crawling toward the vampire's naked body, his mouth opening to receive the massive cock that hung between the vampire's thighs. For what to Draco seemed hours he sucked the vampire's icy cold dick as it grew larger and larger, the vampire groaning and moaning as Draco continued. The vampire magically willed Draco's body into the air and brought Draco's own dick into his mouth. Though his body couldn't move of its own will, Draco's mind screamed in shock and revulsion. The vampire slurped and moaned as he licked his way along Draco's dick, but the terrible truth was that this was not an enjoyable or sensual experience for Draco's body. The icy cold lips brought no pleasure to Draco as they wrapped around his groin, and upon seeming to finally realize this, the vampire became enraged. "You damn little prick! I've attempted to pleasure you, and you can't even grow one?!" The vampire's treatment of Draco's body became even rougher. He clawed and beat and bruised Draco's body as he went, eventually turning him around so that Draco's ass faced the now engorge cock. The vampire sneered at Draco as he will Draco's legs to spread and lay on his own cold shoulders. "So you don't like my pleasure? Then I suppose I'll have to try something else!" And with that the vampire made one fluid thrust and his entire length forced itself into Draco's body. Though his mouth couldn't move, Draco's mind screamed. Never in his life had he felt such pain as what he felt at that moment, such terrible, excruciating pain. The vampire laughed maniacally as he began hard, cruel thrusts into Draco's body. Tears leaked from Draco's eyes. Though his ass was filled with the giant, icy cock of the vampire, he felt warm blood oozing from his hold so violated. In those seemingly eternal moments he couldn't help but wonder if becoming Voldemort's lover would have been any worse. The vampire was relentless in his assault. He pounded Draco's body, all while pounding with his fists, cursing at Draco as he did. "You little fucking prick! I'll show you not to reject a vampire again!" Finally came the vampire's climax as the vampire screamed, convulsed, and shot several loads of cum into Draco, but to Draco's horror, even the vampire's cum felt like ice being shot into his body. The vampire willed Draco's body into the air one last time as he brought their faces together again. "I'll let you in on a secret, Draco Malfoy." Draco's heart stood still again. How did the vampire know who he was?! "I was sent to bring you back to your master!" The vampire sneered and terrible, wicked sneer as he bore his fangs toward Draco. "But since you and I have had such a wonderful time, I don't think the Dark Lord will be too upset if I simply tell him you're dead!" Draco felt his head turn on his shoulders, giving the vampire open access to his bruised neck. There was a searing pain, as if two red-hot needles had been plunged into his skin, and Draco felt the world go black again.