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"I've been reading," Hermione started.

Harry smirked, "I love when you start out with something like that."

Hermione make a mocking motion with her mouth and opened her book again. She began to flip pages until she found one and pulled the book closer to her face so that she could read it more clearly.

"This books was written by a vampire, so it should contain some accuracy," She said before she began to read, "He talks a lot about incredible speed and strength, then the blood lust. He compares it to someone setting fire in his throat."

Harry nodded, "I can agree with that."

"Oh, listen to this," Hermione cleared her throat, "A new vampire should keep in contact with their sire or face losing control of everything."

"Sire?" Harry asked.

"Apparently, the one who turned you."

Harry huffed, "Yeah, wait till I see that person."

"All you had to do was ask." A man stepped out of the shadowy corner of Harry's room.

Hermione nearly jumped out of her chair, quickly grabbing her wand and pointing it at him.

He was a God, whose beauty rivals Adonis himself. He had light brown hair, which was stylishly messy and short. His height was nearly the same as Harry's, probably slightly taller. His jaw was wide and his cheekbones high. The look in his crystal blue eyes was full of malice and arrogance.

He threw a disgusted look at Hermione, then back to Harry.

"You already have a pet?" He asked, smirking.

"She's my friend."

The man laughed loudly.

"Friend? A vampire and a human cannot be friends, humans are merely food. They are lucky we let them survive."

"Get out of my flat." Harry stood.

"You need me, Potter. I am your sire. Without me, you'll be killed by the Ministry. A rogue vampire." He seemed pleased with himself, "Make the human leave."

"No," Harry argued.

"I'll go, Harry. Just call me when you are finished." Hermione stood slowly and left.

The man walked around the flat for a moment, looking around.

"Don't you have an introduction to make?" Harry asked agrily.

"Ah yes!" The man appeared on top of Harry and grabbed his throat, "I am David, your sire."

With a deep hiss he sunk his fangs into Harry's neck. The quick flash of pain brought back memories of the day he was changed. Harry put his hands on David to push him off, but he couldn't bear to push. The sensation was oddly erotic.

David now held Harry's jaw sideways while he licked Harry's neck. Harry had never had any sort of sexual feelings for a man before, but this ignited it. David pulled away and turned Harry's face toward him. They stared at one another momentarily.

"Don't look at me so…curiously," David kissed Harry on the lips slowly.

Harry was too shocked to kiss back. David nicked his lip with his fangs, enjoying the light flow of blood in the kiss. Harry could smell his own blood. He kissed back now, feverishly grabbing David's clothes.

"Mmmm, Potter. You are a wonderful kisser, but…"

Harry could feel David's hands coil around his throat and squeeze. Harry now began to choke as David pulled his face away.

"I'm not attracted to men."

With one light shove, Harry and the couch had slid across the room.

"I'm only here to tell you the rules."

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Harry walked slowly down the dark streets of London, his hands in his pockets. It had been days since the confrontation with his sire. There were so many rules to vampirism, so many ways to be put to death. Now he knew why he had never seen a vampire before this.

Harry tried to focus on the hunt. His throat burned again. It felt as if a fire had erupted in his esophagus. He closed his eyes and smelled the air. A girl was nearby, alone. Harry had grown accustomed to taking females. Any human man's scent was unbearable to him, grotesque.

His pace quickened until he was running at vampire speed. He grabbed her from behind and tore into her throat with his pearly white fangs causing blood to spill. She hardly screamed, but Harry could taste the magic in her blood. He had just killed a witch.

He dropped her body and wiped the blood from his face, too disgusted with himself to finish her off. With a flick of his wand, he incinerated the body. In a flash, he was sitting atop the stationary London Eye. He ran his fingers through his dark, raven hair and nearly pulled it from his scalp.

He hurt, his mind hurt. He felt like a monster. Harry gazed up at the horizon, which was brightening. Perhaps he would wait it out here and when dawn came his flesh would shrivel and burn, the wind carrying away his ashes.

Harry then looked down from the giant Ferris wheel to the empty streets. He watched a few particles of rubbish blow in the wind. As the trees billowed, Harry nearly stopped breathing. A scent, oh so wonderful scent. Smelled lightly of cinnamon and the sweetest treat his human tongue had ever tasted. He jumped from the wheel, landing on his feet.

His mind commanded him to tract this delectable smell, all traces of the dead witch left his mind. He sped across rooftops quickly and quietly as if he were a shadow. His heart, which he didn't know still beat until now. He was surprised by a man dressed in all black, his black scarf billowing in the chilled wind.

'A man?' Harry sniffed the air to be sure, but it was the man.

His irises turned blood red as he leapt down, onto the cobblestone road making no sound at all. He rushed the man, who stopped abruptly and turned around.

Draco Malfoy turned to face the demon that was Harry Potter.