I've had this idea in my mind for a while and i actually got around to start typin it up.

oh, and because i know i probably will get one of these comments, there are barely any vampire ideas left in this world.

they kill when they drink

they dont kill

they have fangs

they dont have fangs

everything's been done. so dont comment me saying things like 'oh you took that idea from so-and-so's book or so-and-so's fanfic'

i promise you all that there is gonna be some fun 'playing' in this story, but not till later. so bear with me and R&R until then.

now on with the story!

p.s. everything is told in Draco's POV and anythin in italics are his thoughts. my spelling and grammar aren't that great either so dont comment on how bad it is unless i made a really big mistake.

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CHAPTER 1

"I need to be alone."

"But Draco-"

"ALONE!" I shouted at Pansy as I went into the nearest (and quietest) cabin and shut the door.

Inside the cabin, it was. . .cold. Actually, cold was an understatement. It was freezing. But although it was cold, there was another person in the vabin who didn't seem to mind the freezing temperture. In fact, he was buried so deep in his book that he didn't even notice my presence.

At least it's quiet.

I took a seat across from him and zippered up my sweater and pulled on the hood (I hadn't changed into my school robes yet). I sat there for a couple of minutes before a breeze blew through the open window, making me shiver. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck. It helped very little. A couple more minutes passsed before another breeze caused me to shiver violently.

That's it.

I'm closing that bloody window.

As I was getting up, a smooth, velvet-like voice stopped me.

"Don't close the window." the man said calmly, his face still buried in his book.

I sat back down for a while before I decided to change into my school robes. I somehow managed to advoid Pansy and the others as I ran to the bathroom and back to the cabin. To my suprise, the other bloke in the cabin was no longer reading but looking out the window.

The closed window.

He no longer wore his cloak although it still felt cold enough to catch frostbite. "Ah! You're back. I'm sorry for my rudeness before. My name is Edgeworth Serpentine. It's a pleasure to meet you, er. . . I didn't happen to catch your name."

"You. . .I. . .er. . .Draco Malfoy. My name's Draco."

Edgeworth chuckled and smiled a crooked smile that only could belong to a god. "Well, Draco, please take a seat." He said, gesturing to the seat across from him. This was the first time I had to really analyze his appearence.

He looked a little older then myself (A/N: Draco's 15). Maybe 18,19? But something about Edgeworth made him seem 30, or even 40. Possibly the way he talked, the way he presented himself? Next to his age, the next thing I noticed were his eyes.

Piercing amethyst eyes. They were. . .so many things. They were kind and honest, yet cold and terrifying.

His had long grey. . .no, not grey. Silver. Long, beautifully well kept silver hair. It was not as long as my father's, but long enough that it reached the middle of his back.

What he wore.. . was very European, to put it in words. He wore a white, long sleeved shirt, a classy, blood red vest, black slacks, and expensive looking boots. Around his neck he had ruffles (maybe a part of the shirt or perhaps it was tied on seperately?) that covered up the part of his chest that the vest left open (A/N: it's like those thingies the colonial and European people wore). It was an old fashioned look, but he pulled it off. But those clothes must be expensive.

He must be very wealthy

His skin was as pale as mine, but looked much smoother. Much softer.

With all these factors put together, he looked like a god. A god that was still staring at me.

Say something, say something!

"I. . .er, never seen you around Hogwarts before. Are you a transfer student?"

"Hmmm." Edgeworth hummed, "Sort of."

"T-Then are you a teacher?"

"Sort of." he chuckled.

Ok, now I'm confused.

We were sitting there in silence until. . .

"Anything from the trolley, dears?"

I was going to be polite and offer to buy him something, but Edgeworth beat me to it.

"Would you care for anything, Draco?"

"Are you sure?" I asked, once again, to be polite.

"Positive." he flashed that beautiful smile. "Order anything you want."

"Then one box of chocolate frogs."

"Good choice. Make it two." Edgeworth pulled out a small, black, satin bag and tossed it to me. "Pay the kind woman and give a generous tip."

"Uhmm...sure. . ." I took out the right amount of money and payed the lady. As I went to give the bag of moeny back to Edgeworth, I paused.

He was tieing up his silk-like hair with a blood, red ribbon that matched the color of his vest. His eyes were closed in concentration as his fingers worked nimbly to tie his hair back in a loose bow. He hummed a strange lullaby that I couldn't place.

"Can I have my bag back?" I was too busy staring at him to notice that his eyes were open and he had stopped humming.

"Oh, right." and I tossed the bag back at him.

This was going to be a long trip.