Don't own the characters, I just make them do things.

With a wedding comes... a wedding night!

-YDHP-

Harry felt like the night would never end, photos and drinks and dancing and watching Count Dracula passionately kiss a statue he thought looked pretty tonight. "I'll see you in a month then, welcome to the family bro!" Vlad hugged him goodbye, hugging Ingrid in turn then leaving to attempt to restrain Count Dracula from stealing the statue to take to his coffin. Ingrid had brightened up considerably, and Sirius and Remus had given him a stiff goodbye hug but not said much else. Harry figured they needed time to adjust to the life changing event Harry would come back as a vampire. Watching Vlad levitate both a drunk Count and an even more drunk Tonks, Harry dreaded to think what they might be coming back to. "So my dear bloodwife, fancy spreading your wings?" Harry had no idea where they were going for a month, but then what would he know about arranging vampire bloodmoons (honeymoons for the undead!)?

Unable to resist as Ingrid pulled him close to transform, Harry kissed her. He was still ecstatic, every atom of his body joyous as he looked into the eyes of his eternal lover. "Save it for later wizard boy, I need to concentrate if you want all your extremities when we land." Given that Harry was quite attached to all his extremities, he nodded and restrained himself a little. He'd flitted with Vlad, even flew once without a broom but there was something very different about being tandem-transformed into a bat, given that his animagus form couldn't fly. He wasn't immensely surprised to find they were in Eastern Europe, though he was surprised to find they were at least 50 miles away from any other vampire castles. "This is the old Castle Dracula, Vlad crashes here when he has Council work so it's in reasonable condition." Harry couldn't have cared less where they were, his eyes solely on the woman he'd just married. Now they were landed in one piece, he could kiss her freely and did just that.

Ingrid met him with equal fervor, fire and ice as she literally shot them up to a coffin. "I think Vlad set this room up for us, no other vampire would have snuck pink candles in here." Looking around, Harry saw she was right. The flickering candles were mostly in the usual black, red or white colour but there was a heart shaped patch of pink candles. Dragging himself away from Ingrid painfully, he padded closer. "Yep, there's even a little note saying love Vlad and please don't stake him Ingrid." Ingrid laughed, and the sound made Harry's heart skip. He loved everything about her, her smiles, smirks, laughs and even her growls (vampires growl, it's a thing). Pulling her from the coffin for a moment, he indulged in her cool, soft lips. "Can you get rid of this nightshade before I forget and die?" Ingrid smirked up at him as she tugged off his jacket, hanging it carefully on a coat rack and attacking his mouth again. Wanting to get it off before he lost his mind with want, Harry searched for the way the masterpiece she called a dress unfastened.

"You'd never know I married a wizard!" Ingrid clicked her fingers, both of their clothes disappearing and reappearing neatly folded nearby. Harry was pretty sure he was drooling as he took in Ingrid's red lace, every curve of her body exquisite. "Fuck Ingrid, I think I just came." They both looked down, and Ingrid looked pleased to see he hadn't ended the fun prematurely. "Yes, I know I'm gorgeous. Now get over here." Not an instruction he wanted to disobey, Harry was all too happy to return his body to press against hers. Long nails that always made him shiver scratched down his sides, pushing at the waistband of his boxers until they pooled at his ankles. Stepping free of the fabric Harry traced the curve of Ingrid's waist, the dip in her lower back he'd mapped a thousand times now and kissed at the dip of her collarbone. He was nowhere near as proficient with wandless magic as Vlad or Ingrid, but he could certainly pull off the trick of clicking his fingers to unclasp her bra. Ingrid smirked against his mouth as he pulled the garment away, hands instantly moving to palm her full breasts.

Her moans of appreciation were enough to make Harry burn with want, but he wasn't about to rush their first night as a bonded couple. Kissing along the pale expanse of her throat, Harry let the heat build between them slowly. It was a dance they'd done countless times before, but tonight was about celebrating the union they'd committed to. Running his thumbs softly over her hips, he traced the planes of her stomach and back up to her breasts. Teasing his warm fingers over her cool skin always had the same effect, her practically melting into his hands as he rubbed and tweaked her nipples. Every sound of pleasure he won from Ingrid was still a personal triumph, her body a work of art he would never tire of admiring. Unlike him, Ingrid was considerably less patient the more he aroused her, which meant Harry found himself pinned beneath a suddenly naked vampiress.

She was slick and ready, one hand braced on his chest while the other reached down to guide him inside her. Both of them groaned as their bodies met, Ingrid's tight hold on him never any less intense than the first time. She leaned down to kiss him and Harry greedily accepted, longing for every point of contact he could get with the pale perfection above him. Lacing the fingers of one hand together, Harry used the other to guide Ingrid's motions along his cock. It was like everything was a little more intense now, the scar on his palm tingling wherever it touched Ingrid's bare skin. His wife's hips sped up, drawing them both closer to climax and Harry let her move how she wanted, using his free hand to explore her torso and discovering her skin tingled wherever the scar on his palm touched. Ingrid started tightening around him, her orgasm approaching and Harry let go of her hand, his scarred palm pressing over her nipple while the other moved to rub at her clit, pushing her over the edge and letting the contracting muscles around his erection take him with her.

As they slowly clawed their way back to Earth, Harry could feel the faint tingling on his own skin where her hand was pressed there. "It'll be more powerful when you're a vampire, these things were never designed for mortals." Smirking as best he could while he panted with exertion, Harry waited for Ingrid to meet his eyes. "I can't wait."

Looking back, Harry couldn't believe the change in six months of his life. They'd barely made it two weeks into the four week bloodmoon before they couldn't wait any longer and Ingrid sank her fangs into his throat. He was still fond of touching the marks, a humming on his skin if he pressed his or her binding scars to the claiming brand on his neck. The object of his reminiscing appeared then, Ingrid Dracula. More than likely due to their inability to keep their hands off the other, Ingrid had fallen pregnant all of two months after they were bound. Harry was ecstatic, reaching for the swell of her stomach at every opportunity, even when she smacked him and told him to back up. Today was the day everyone who wasn't Vlad would find out, and Harry was equal parts thrilled and terrified that Count Dracula, Remus and Sirius would all be in the same room together again.

Bouncing with excitement as he ran a hand over the bump again, Harry leaned in to kiss his wife. There was a knock at the door that interrupted them, but Ingrid pointed out it would be Vlad and his 'date' - they both bet it would be Erin so Harry wasn't sure who won when the blonde vampire was indeed clutching Vlad's hand. "Immortality suits you Harry!" Vlad had seen him a few times now, but it was the first time Harry had seen Erin since the binding - though now he knew where she was all the time she wasn't with Ingrid. The two followed Harry in, the Dracula siblings exchanging a hug before Erin moved in to coo at Ingrid's bump. Ingrid probably wouldn't have allowed it, except she was looking at Erin strangely. "Are you?" Vlad nodded, unable to suppress his smile. "Out of wedlock chosen one? Whatever will the Council say?" "I don't care, I'll tell them to sit on a stake. I'm going to be a daddy!"

There were hugs and congratulations all around, interrupted by another knock at the door. "That's dad, and he's with... oh." They each raised eyebrows at Vlad but he wouldn't cough it up, telling Harry to go answer his front door. "Bloody bossy Draculas" he mumbled as he went, hearing the other three laughing in the kitchen. "Tonks!" The woman, currently with ruby red hair (to match the Count's outfit he expected) was smiling from next to the 600 year old vampire, Harry's father in law. "Go on through, everyones in the kitchen." Harry could smell werewolf nearby, unsure how he knew that but certain it was true as Sirius and Remus approached. They looked wary but pleasantly surprised that Harry didn't look much different, hesitantly hugging him and Harry held his breath so as not to breath in the smell of dog so close. How on earth Magda managed, he had no idea.

"Come on in, and thank you for coming." Leading the two to the kitchen, they exchanged surprised greetings with Tonks and eyed up the Count warily. "I suddenly feel like I'm missing fangs, nearly everyone else has them!" Tonks grinned, before opening her mouth to reveal matching points on her teeth. The others all followed suit, and soon Remus and Sirius were the only flat-teethed ones in the room. "Yes, that's very amusing. I was promised food!" Erin demanded, and Harry grinned. She must be earlier on than Ingrid, he remembered the 'hungry' phase fondly. "Of course, but first. We have some news!" Given that everyone but Tonks had some kind of supernatural senses, multiple eyes found Erin and Ingrid's stomachs. "Well, me and Ingrid invited you over to share the news we're expecting a baby boy. Then Vlad and Erin turned up and Ingrid clocked that quickly!"

Two exceptionally warm hands found Harry's shoulders then, and he looked up to find two smiles. "We were wrong Harry, you were right. Though we wish you'd done it with a heartbeat, this is everything we could have ever wanted for you." Harry smiled back up at them, then gave them a pointed look. "Ingrid, Vlad. We owe you an apology each, our behaviour at the ceremony was awful." Vlad reached out a hand, shaking both men's hands firmly. "You were looking out for Harry. Just don't upset my sister again, or Harry and we're fine." They both nodded, possibly sensing Vlad's enormous power and realising he wasn't making idle threats. Erin chose the moment to demand food again, and Vlad meandered over to chat to his father about the mans newest "breather" partner. Looking around, Harry was thrilled to see his family all together.

-YDHP-

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