Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I lay claim to Eveshka and a few ideas in this story seeing as I'm totally disregarding the HP books for the most part.
A/N Oki this third chapter is going to be hopefully helping the plot along instead of attempting to set it up... anyways. Thank you to my reviewers! amethystaquamarine I'll explain their history a little more later in the story, and as for my other story, I'll update it soon :P Zackery Faelan thank you for the review :) Mmk now here's the chapter.
Harry woke up the next night in Eveshka's bed with the brilliant blue covers pulled around his body. Eveshka was no where in sight when he tentavly got up, feeling rather miffed about he became naked in her bed when he clearly remembered falling asleep in her arms clothed.
When he got up, pushing the covers away from his body, he called for Eveshka. He knew Eveshka never wanted anything that involved sex from Harry, but for him to end up naked like this made him wonder.
When Eveshka did not answer, he knew the vampire was not around. He got up and tripped over something on the carpet, landing flat on his face before his hands could reach out and stop his fall.
Sitting up on his knees, he revolved on them to see what had tripped him, completely ignoring the fact he was in Eveshka's room without clothes. He now saw why he was naked. There on the floor was a navy shirt and plain beige pants that had been placed there neatly but now they were crumpled slightly from Harry walking over them.
Eveshka must have stripped him of his tatters before he got up so he had a chance to put on the new articles of clothing right away. She had never done this before, but he decided to take the hint and picked up the new green boxers she had also given him this evening to put on.
Slipping the boxers over his lower half he soon heard voices approaching Eveshka's room. The door opened widely just as Harry scrambled with his fingers to pulls the boxers over his body and grab the pair of pants to cover his body.
"Eveshka should be in here—What are you doing in here?" Harry heard Nikolai's voice hit him harshly, as he realized how bad this would look. Nikolai didn't look happy to see Harry in his mistress' room, and Draco was feeling like he'd love to die because behind Nikolai was Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Nikolai's yellow eyes caught Harry's bright green ones, and Harry eyed him defiantly. "Eveshka wanted me in here, it's really none of your business why I am here. The question is what you're doing in here." Harry pointed out, knowing Eveshka hated it when anyone went in her rooms without permission.
"I thought I told you to be respectful to someone whose higher then you scum of a human." Nikolai replied cruelly, eyeing Harry with a very bad gleam in his eye. Nikolai soon composed himself though, and all trace of emotion except annoyance was clear in his face, but Harry knew of the underlying hate that was simmering in Nikolai's brain.
"We're looking for Eveshka, our guests want to speak to her before supper." Nikolai explained, acting very superior towards Harry. 'I'm not a little child you bastard.' Harry thought angrily, holding his pants over his legs as if they would cover up the skin that was showing to the 'guests'.
Harry wanted to call them idiots, they would never meet with Eveshka before dinner, and it was best to just go to the dining hall to wait for her to respectfully show them in. "You won't find her until supper I'm betting." Harry said and glanced over at the tall grandfathers clock on the wall across from them.
The great silver hands on the clock moved slowly towards the intricately drawn 6 on the clock, encased in clear glass and hard dark wood with strange gothic patterns carved into the wood. "It won't be long until you see her… now could I kindly request privacy." Harry all but sneered at them, hoping his face looked blank as to not give Nikolai reason to harm him in front of the other men.
Nikolai glared at him, scanned Harry's body quickly and smiled, showing unnerving white teeth. "Come on, we had better get down to the dinning hall. I'll talk to you later pet." Nikolai finally spat out, ushering the others to get out of his way and shut the door with a loud resounding thud.
"I sure as hell hope not you physco freak." Harry whispered out vehemently. He pulled on his light coloured pants and stuffed his shirt on as fast as his hands could manage just in case they came back into the room. He doubted they would but with the look Nikolai gave him, well he wasn't taking chances.
Harry hadn't seen what the Wizards had looked like because they hadn't been in his viewing range, yet he still had a twinge of hope that maybe, just maybe Draco had seen him again and liked what he saw.
'Don't be stupid Harry Potter, he never will see you like that again, and I thought we took care of that problem a long time ago?' Harry scolded himself, wishing that he'd gotten over the blonde, actually truly gotten over him.
Draco wasn't in a good mood. One he had to talk to Eveshka alone, and two seeing Harry Potter naked had actually made him hot and bothered, the boy still looked quite attractive. He wasn't in the mood to be horny in front of the vampire while he was trying to persuade the vampire to join the vampire court again.
The raven, he was sure the shapeshifter was a raven by now, took them to a lavishly decorated dinning room, with a big glass chandelier hovering over a cream coloured table that looked as if it were marble. The table was set with silver wear that looked absolutely spotless.
A surreal figure sat at the head of the table, red hair curling around her alabaster shoulders that had been left bare because of the neckline on her dark green dress. Dark eyes looked almost hallow, he could tell she had not fed tonight yet, but he knew she would not look to them for a feast of blood.
"Please sit down young sirs. My servants have prepared a feast for us." Eveshka said, her voice sounded like a thousand bells ringing at the same time, only ever so softly ringing. Draco was captivated by her for a second before he came back to his senses. 'Stick to what you were sent here to do Draco, not at how the dangerous viper looks.' He told himself, making sure his thoughts were protected from the vampire.
The Raven sat down beside her, motioning to Draco to take a seat across from her. Draco noticed Eveshka had no food in front of her, only a stool beside her. Eveshka seemed to notice he was staring at the small wooden furniture as he sat down gracefully, and she stared pointedly at him.
"It's for my pet when my servant goes to get him, I am in need of blood before we talk, and if you get a feast, I rightfully shall drink too." She said, her dark eyes trying to tell him something, but what it was, he did not know.
The Raven seemed to stiffen at the mention of Eveshka's pet, but it wasn't Draco's problem tonight. He could care less if Potter was in trouble with the shapeshifter, Potter had always been powerful enough to deal with his own fights.
"We will talk alone after dinner?" Draco asked, he was not about to let Eveshka stall this meeting any longer.
Eveshka nodded slowly, staring at the small doorway to the left of the dinning room. Draco could guess that it was where the food was going to be brought out by, and when a course finally did come out on big plates he smiled, forgetting all things on his mind except his hunger.
Soup was placed down in front of him, and then wine was poured. It was a dark red wine, that reminded him of blood, and he could see Eveshka staring at the wine glasses with a fixation unlike any other he had ever seen before. 'I wonder if Potter's blood is that good that the mere thought of it makes her want more.' Draco found himself thinking.
He knew until Potter came into the room they would be waiting to taste the hot soup in front of them because their host would want to give the okay to eat when she had 'food' as well.
'Hurry up Potter, I've seen more of you then I did today so it's not any reason to blush like a virgin.' Draco thought quickly, staring at his soup longingly.
"Eveshka's waiting for you in the dinning room." A servant told Harry as Harry was just about to leave Eveshka's room. Harry groaned, not wanting to make a scene in front of Nikolai and Malfoy again tonight because Eveshka felt like making sure they all knew who he belonged too.
Eveshka normally did not like people seeing her feed on him, so tonight asking for his prescence was very much out of character for her. "You can't be serious." Harry said, scuffing his bare feet on the cold floor.
"Of course I'm serious, now don't get me in trouble pet just because you don't feel like-" The servant was saying before Harry snapped on the poor servant for calling him a pet again.
"Would you quit with that pet thing, it's bad enough when Nikolai uses it but do you all have to remind me I'm bound to her too?" Harry growled, pushing the boy out of his way as he stormed away from the servant.
"You don't like being her pet?" The servant called to him, and Harry slowed down a bit, not bothering to turn around to give the servant his reply.
"Well if you enjoy being used and possessed for no other reason then because someone can possess you then sure I just looove being her pet. Sadly I'm not that sort of stupid fool." Harry responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm until the last thing that came out of his mouth.
Harry then quickened his pace again, leaving the servant to think over what he said. Harry walked down the many staircases to the dinning hall, and bowing his head to the floor he walked in unannounced.
"Ahh Harry, come sit beside me." He heard Eveshka tell him, and he did as he was told. Sitting down on the uncomfortable stool that for the next few minutes or so would dig into his thighs he let Eveshka wrap and arm around him. He could almost smell her hunger.
"Eat well my guests." Eveshka said before moving Harry in a position where his Navy shirt uncovered his neck and she brought her drawn fangs to his neck. Harry could not see the others, and he doubted they were watching Eveshka, but if they were he wished they were not.
First came the sting of Eveshka's fangs piercing skin, then the feel of blood running out of the two wounds and dripping down his skin so smoothly. Eveshka started to suck it up, creating a slight pressure on Harry's skin that it was almost like receiving a hickey, only less sexual.
Harry could feel her swallow when she had enough blood feeling her mouth, and she started to suck again. He could hear the faint light clang of metal hitting the china bowls as the others ate their meal.
When Eveshka pulled away from Harry, he realized she had taken to much blood from him, because while the others were done their soup, she had all but drained him. Arry slumped on the stool, leaning his head on her shoulders.
He didn't want the other wizards to see him in such a position, but he had no choice. He was groggy and tired because of Eveshka's feeding on him, and he felt like his arms were weighing a thousand pounds.
"How was the soup?" Eveshka asked her guests and while they replied about how good it was Harry was lifted into Eveshka's lap by the now strong vampire like a helpless child. 'Please Eveshka, just let me go back to my room, please,please,please. " Harry silently pleaded to her, but if she could hear his thoughts, she paid no mind to him.
"Wait until you try the main course tonight, my cooks are delightful at making steaks." Eveshka said, and Harry could be imaging it but he could have sworn Eveshka was acting like a cat who had just gotten her daily dish of cream. 'I don't want my blood to be her cream anymore…' Harry thought as he closed his eyes.
When the servants finally came back to take away the dishes Eveshka did the last thing that made Harry want to strangle her finally. "I wish to have another plate set out for Harry, he needs energy for tonight it seems." Eveshka commanded them authoretivly.
"Yes Ma'am" He heard the servant whisper so only Eveshka would hear. Eveshka eased him back onto his stool, and soon she stroke up a conversation with her guests about certain potions making one more weathly.
The servant who set up a dish for Harry was the same one who had come to get him from Eveshka's room, and he was eyeing Harry more then normal this evening. Harry didn't care right now, he was to busy glaring at Eveshka for what she had just pulled in front of the others.
They may not have noticed it, but Harry knew exactly what she was doing. She was silently telling every single person in that room that Harry was hers, and she intended to keep it that way.
Harry right now, didn't want to be hers anymore, he felt more then embaressed for being coddled by her like a little child in public. In private he could handle it, but right no he was hardly amused by it.
The servant on the other hand, seemed very interested in Harry right now, so Harry turned his glare at him. The servant blushed and finished up without looking at anyone else after that.
Draco could tell Harry was less then happy to be near them right now, and the raven was enjoying Harry's misery. He looked pleased, with a smile on his face at Harry's dark glare and how the wizard was picking at his vegetables without eating them.
"So Mister Malfoy, do tell me, how long have you been apart of the vampire court." Eveshka asked him, and Harry didn't want to admit that he really wasn't apart of it, this was his first assignment, given to him by his father.
"Quite recently." Draco responded back, taking another bite of the steak in front of him. Eveshka had not been joking when she said her cooks were good at cooking meat, they were better then the humans at the manor!
"Well, we will retire shortly and you can tell me what you have propositioned for me. I need good reason to go back to that court." Eveshka said, a hint of danger in her voice. Draco smirked, knowing that he had a proposition she would not be able to refuse, at all.
"I'm confident." Draco responded simply, knowing he sounded as confident as he was.
As soon as all their plates had been taken away Evesgka patted Harry's back, lightly massaging it. "Harry go to your bedroom tonight and look on your bed, I have something there for you." Eveshka said before getting up, and Draco could finally see her dress.
Her green dress was dark with bright emerald patternsdabbling around the fabric. It accentuated her hips and her breasts the most, and hid her legs underneath the long dress. She looked as if she didn't even have legs the dress hid them so well.
Walking closer to the door, Eveshka motioned with her hands for everyone but Harry and Nikolai to follow her. "Now come my guests, we have much to discuss. Nikolai, go check on the horses for me, I think they will be useful once again." Eveshka ordered, and Draco, Vincent, and Greg followed her out of the dinning room.
Eveshka seemed to assume the two men who seemed to hold so much contempt for each other would be fine a lone, and Draco guessed she assumed right because he heard the raven leave the dinning room and glimpsed him walking towards the kitchen.
"We'll carry on in one of my other rooms Mister Malfoy." Eveshka said, heading towards a staircase and letting them follow her. 'I'm going to have what my father asked me to do done by tonight, this will please him greatly' Draco thought self satisfactorily. He always had liked pleasing his father.
Harry was getting up just as Eveshka left when Nikolai grabbed him by his new navy shirt and pushed him down onto the table. "You can't hurt me." Harry said confidently, knowing Eveshka was to close for Nikolai to try anything.
Nikolai smiled and pushed himself closer to Harry, sniffing him for some strange reason. "Not yet. But trust me, you'll be in your place soon enough." Nikolai threatened and Harry just gave him a rude gesture. Nikolai roughly shoved Harry into the table, where it's marble jabbed into his spine cruelly.
Harry didn't give much reaction to it, but Nikolai seemed satisified enough to leave him alone for now. With Nikolai leaving, Harry was about to follow when the servant came back in to grab the plates, staring at Harry and making him feel uncomfortable.
Harry was just about to leave the room when the servant said something finally. "You really don't like being a pet do you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and why it was uttered to him, he didn't know.
Harry took one good look at the boy, he was rounder and had sandy hair that had been recently cut. Harry didn't know who the servant was, and he wasn't to sure wh he wanted to ask.
The servant told him his question though, without Harry asking. "I'm Neville LongBottom, meet me outside in the courtyard tomorrow. I think you might want to know somethings." The boy said, and left the room just as quickly.
'Why the hell should I?' Harry thought to himself as he finally left the room, fiding the servants words picking at his brain his whole trip back to his room.
Once Harry was back in the safety of his room, he noticed something on his bed. He walked up slowly towards the old bed over the creaky floor and eyes the bottle suspiciously. He read the label and raised an eyebrow. "Why the hell would you give me this." Harry asked out loud to no one.
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