Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

"Seduced is such a harsh word," Selene hummed, not at all bothered by the accusatory tone in Harry's voice. "I would prefer to call it using the assets available to me in order to convince others that I should be allowed to do something I may not otherwise be able to do according to the law or some form of moral ambiguity."

Blinking several times at the very long and wordy explanation that essentially was her not denying she had seduced the waiter at Maxim's, Harry came to another startling realization.

"Is this what you've been doing to me?" Was this what she had been doing since they had first met? All those smiles, all those touches, caresses and silken words, had they all been given to him in order to seduce him? The thought that this might actually be the case was surprisingly hurtful. It felt almost like someone had stabbed a dagger into his chest.

"Why would you think that?" Selene asked, looking genuinely pained by his words. She placed a hand over his, the one resting on the armrest nearest to her, in reassurance. He flinched, but was unable to jerk his hand away because she already had a firm grip on it.

Damn vampire strength.

"It is true, what I have been doing to you is a form of seduction," she admitted softly. "But I did not do so out of any desire to corrupt or influence you... beyond getting you out of that dungeon Nicolas calls an alchemy lab." Once more, Harry couldn't contain a flinch at her words, which Selene noticed.

She brought his hand up to her face, forcing his hand to cup her cheek. His warm, calloused hand caressed her equally warm face. The silken smoothness skin of her cheeks presented a start contrast to his rough palm and digits.

"Not all uses of seduction are bad, you know," Selene presented him with a new smile, something he had not yet seen from her, or anyone else for that matter. Her eyes had become incredibly... soft, he supposed the correct word was. Her lips were turned upwards in an honest smile, one filled with genuine affection.

It was a look that sort of reminded him of the look Lisa gave him in some ways, and a look he had occasionally seen breaking through Daphne's cold facade, but it was different as well. Stronger. That was the word. This look she was giving him was stronger than the ones he got from Daphne and Lisa.

"Then why..." Harry swallowed. Why was his mouth so dry? "Why have you been doing this to me?"

"Didn't I already tell you."

Selene's smile grew.

"You are my amore, my hero. You rescued me from those vile men who would have killed me because of what I am. You took care of me when I was unconscious for no other reason than it was the right thing to do. You don't care that I am a vampire, or that I am related to an infamous murderer. The only thing that matters to you is who I am. Not the pureblood vampire, or the heiress to the House of Dracul, but me, Selene Gallio."

Harry's breath hitched when Selene brought his palm over her mouth and pressed her lips against it. Her mouth was incredible warm and soft and slightly moist, but that just made her lips on his skin feel unusually pleasant. It felt like his palm was being lightly caressed with acromantula silk.

"And I am incredibly grateful to you."

He could not see her mouth, but her eyes were smiling at him.

"More than you could ever know."

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