(A/N) It doesn't seem like many people like this idea very much. I'm not sure how long this story will last. I do want to thank all of you who have reviewed though! So in honor of the few, I will post another chapter for this story to see if a few others will pick up interest.

As always thanks for reading! Also, my type of vampire is a bit different, so I'll explain them at the end of this chapter if you're interested.

Rating: M

Warnings: M/M, mentions of abusive Dursleys, AU.

Disclaimer: I'm so sorry! I forgot to add this to the last chapter. Harry Potter and all the characters and geniusness belong to J., not me.

Bloody Brilliant!

Chapter 2

Draco sipped from his teacup quietly while the other vampires in the room conversed. He slowly crossed his long legs as he stared into the fire, all his thoughts revolving around Harry. They always had ever since the boy had stepped foot into Hogwarts. He knew he would be turning the beautiful raven haired child one day from the first smile he was given from the younger boy. How could he not when he had watched young eleven year old mature into the sexy man he now was?

He was still a little surprised he had found himself so attached to another human before. Of course he had had a few fledglings before Harry, but he had never been as close to them as he was with the raven haired teen currently sitting in his private rooms. Maybe it was Harry's determined personality that set him apart from the others? He had never met such a hardheaded and reckless person before. The number of times the boy had almost died seemed to make his dead heart beat within his chest with each occurrence.

He placed his teacup back on the small saucer in his left hand before leaning back against the cushioned arm chair. Harry was going to be a challenge to raise, he just knew it. The defiant attitude and unwillingness to trust others older than himself only added to the problems. If only the loony old man had checked up on Harry during his stay with the Durslys, some of the trust issues may not of been formed. He was suddenly pulled from his musings as his own Maker addressed him from across the room.

"Such deep thoughts, my childe?" Lucius asked softly, the corner of his mouth twitching when Draco gave him a small smile in return.

"Of course, how could I not when the root of all of them is only a few staircases away?" Draco drawled, taking another sip from his tea.

"The other professors wish to know if you will allow him back with the rest of the students at the end of the summer." a silky voice sounded from across Lucius.

Draco turned to his friend with another smile. "Am I right in getting the impression that you also miss, what do you call him now, 'the brat', as well Severus?" The man only 'harrumphed' in return before gazing into the fire.

"I fear he will never completely forgive me, Draco." Severus whispered as he watched the flame that danced within the hearth.

Draco closed his eyes before shaking his head slightly. "Severus you had to put on an act for the rest of the world, and I think that Harry more than understands that now." Draco said quietly, trying to reassure the man.

"His mother.."

"Is no longer here Severus, no matter how much you wish it." Lucius interjected quickly before looking back at his own Childe.

"I think she has forgiven you by now with the number of times you have saved Harry from death's fingers." Draco said softly, sending his friend a look that clearly warned him against arguing.

Severus let out a heavy sigh before reaching up and rubbing the bridge of his nose, an old human habit that had never seemed to die out throughout the years. "I know what you say is true Draco, its just hard for me to think of turning another that isn't her."

"Severus, I'm afraid with Voldemort dead and Harry turned by Draco, you have nothing distracting you from the loneliness at your side." Lucius began, sitting up straighter in his chair. "If you do not find someone or something soon, I'm afraid you will start to slip."

"I agree with Lucius, Severus." Draco said quickly, watching as his old friend shook his head.

"I'm not sure if I can handle a fledgling at the moment." Severus said quietly, looking towards Draco. "Don't think I didn't notice you changed the subject earlier, Draco." the ex-death eater said with a raised brow.

Draco smiled slightly before shaking his head. "Tell the other professors, and Dumbledore that their savior shall return, I couldn't keep him here even if I tried. Which means, Harry James Potter-Malfoy, that you can stop eavesdropping and walk into the room like a proper gentleman." Draco drawled before waving his hand in the air lazily, causing the door on the left side of the room to swing open and reveal the teen in question.

"No wonder the hat didn't put you in Slytherin, Potter. I've seen hippogriffs with more stealth than you." Severus said, sending the fledgling a playful smirk which was returned with a cheeky grin.

"I wasn't trying to be sneaky, I just came up when I heard you talking about the other professors." Harry explained, walking up to Draco before climbing in his lap and rubbing his face against his Sire's pale neck. He purred in content as long fingers carded through his hair gently.

"Yes well, at least the hat even recommended Slytherin for you, I would hate for a true Gryffindor to come into the royal line." Lucius began, smiling at Harry as the teen gave him a look. "No telling what idiotic things would happen."

"Hey! Just because I'm a Gryffindor doesn't mean I'm stupid!" Harry defended quickly as he crossed his arms over his chest. Severus couldn't hold back a snort at the comment.

"I think I recall saving a certain foolish Gryffindor many times because he acted on 'stupid' impulses."

Harry looked up at Draco as the silky voice smoothed over his ears. "Tell him he's not being fair, Draco."

"Sorry Love, he's right, but the past is the past." Draco said, leaning forward and setting his tea on the table in front of them so he could wrap an arm around Harry's waist. "But that won't happen this year will it?" Draco asked commandingly.

"No…" Harry trailed off, very aware of the possessive squeeze around his waist as he answered. "So…I really get to go back?" He whispered excitedly, emerald eyes flashing. He heard Lucius's chuckle from the other side of the room, and a quiet 'no tact.' comment from the potions master.

Draco sighed lightly before placing a kiss to the center of Harry's forehead. "Yes Harry, though if you drain someone from Diagon Alley tomorrow, I'm afraid you won't be going back." He warned, tugging on the teen's ear gently.

"Draco! I won't kill anyone!" Harry said hotly, causing the teacup on the table in front of them to rattle a bit when his magic flared.

"Careful, Harry." Draco whispered soothingly, pressing his lips against the teens in order to calm him down.

"Wait, I get to go to Diagon Alley with Hermione and Ron?" He said, hopping from Draco's lap quickly, causing the blond to thank whatever instinct he had when he had placed the teacup down earlier. "You really do listen!" Harry exclaimed before grinning like a fool.

"Yes, Harry. I believe I required that skill from mortal birth." He said, chuckling softly when the teen scowled at him.

"I got to go write them!" Harry said quickly, running out of the room so fast that he was nothing but a blur.

Draco shook his head slightly before leaning back in his chair. "What have I done?" He muttered.

"You have turned a very hyperactive Fledgling, my Childe." Lucius said before laughing at the dark look the shorter blond sent him.

"You are going to have a good time the next hundred years or so Draco, I wish you luck." Severus said silkily from his seat.

Preview: Hermione and Ron couldn't stop staring at him. Had he changed that much after the final battle…? Surely not. "Hey guys!" He said happily, grabbing Hermione into a gentle hug since she was within reaching distance. He began to worry when the girl froze but relaxed when he felt arms wrap around him tightly. "Oh, Harry!" the bushy girl cried out, causing Draco to look at her disapprovingly since they were in the middle of Flourish and Bolts, and all eyes were trained on the unusual interaction between a Vampiric Prince and a muggleborn witch. Ron was too overwhelmed with such attention, even though he should be used to it since Harry was The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Cause-A-Scene.

Vampire Info

Do they Burn in the sun?: No, but the fledglings eyes are very sensitive to it, and exposure to it for long periods of times can cause some to be sick. I.E Nausea, dizziness. Mature Vampires do not get sick, but the sun still bothers their eyes slightly.

Do they Sleep?: Fledglings do like a normal human. Mature vampires however grow out of the ability.

Can they eat normal food?: Yes

Can they be killed by Crosses or other things like it?: No

What will kill them?: Cutting their head completely off and a few spells made for the same purpose.

Can they survive without the person who turned them?: No, because fledglings must feed directly from their creator anywhere from 30 to sixty years before they can depend on mortal blood by itself. So no undead army. A fledgling is something to cherish to a mature vampire. Not something to just throw away.

(A/N) If you have anymore questions I would love to answer them for you. The ones above are just the easiest ones that popped into my head at the time.

I am aware that this chapter is short, but as I mentioned earlier, not a lot of people seem interested in this, but I decided to post another chapter for those who have reviewed and placed this story on alert. So its up to you guys if you want this to continue.

Thanks for Reading!