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Chapter 2! Let me know what you think.

The next day, all Harry could focus on was meeting Draco that night. Alone, with Draco after all these years. He couldn't decide if he wanted to punch the blonde bastard, or snog him senseless for just popping back up in his life like that. Who did Draco think he was? Just automatically assuming Harry would meet him.

Feeling anger course through his veins, Harry took a calming breath and walked over to his liquor cabinet. Scanning the low contents of it, Harry sighed and grabbed the scotch, drinking straight from the bottle. Wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve, Harry walked over to his couch and took another drink, trying to ignore the conflicting emotions rising up inside him.

Maybe you wouldn't go meet Draco…Ha! What are you playing at? You know you're going to meet him. Just seeing him for those few minutes made you feel more alive then you have in the last two years.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, dropping his head into his hand's he took another drink from the bottle and laid down. Closing his eye's he could feel the alcohol working when he started to feel the numbness spread through him. Waking up a few hours later, Harry cursed himself for ever drinking the scotch.

He rubbed his eye's and glanced at the clock, it was already eleven-thirty at night, almost time to meet Draco. Walking down the hall to his bathroom, Harry combed his hair and then ran his hand through it, not liking the way it looked flat. He brushed his teeth and grabbed his robes before apparating away, not caring that he was early.

Taking a deep breath of the chilly air, Harry felt his head clear slightly. He walked down a well worn path to a secluded area that had a small bench and a chipped water fountain. It was pitch black outside, but the moon illuminated the ground.

"Harry," Draco purred, walking out of the darkness and towards him. "You're early. When I knew you, you were late for everything."

"Well," Harry snapped. "We haven't really been on the best of terms have we?"

Draco clucked his tongue and sat down on the bench and motioned for Harry to join him.

"I'd prefer to stand."

"Testy are we, Harry?"

Harry bit his tongue and crossed his arm's over his chest, something wasn't right about Draco. It reminded him of how he felt about Wilston when he was around.

"No, I'm just not in the mood to have pleasant chit-chat with you, Malfoy."

Draco frowned at him before he sniffed the air and turned his eye's to Harry's, a sharp look on his face.

"Have you been drinking, Harry?"

"Wh-What!" Harry spluttered, feeling an uncontrollable need to punch something. "How dare you come here and just make accusations!"

"Drinking helps you forget things, I remember that about you. What were you trying to forget this time?" Draco said while standing up and walking towards Harry, his face looking oddly gentle for being a vampire. "Were you trying to forget me?"

Harry wanted to back away, he wanted to tell Malfoy off for just assuming he knew everything about him. Instead Harry just sighed, his shoulder's slumping before he ran a shaky head through his hair.

"Just tell me what you want, Malfoy."

Draco nodded and walked back over to the bench, this time Harry did sit next to him, trying to put as much distance between them as he could.

"Wilston has decided you would be his perfect catch. After he has you, he plans to turn you to a vampire. With our help he thinks he can become the next Dark Lord."

Harry scoffed and shook his head, and then stopped realizing he had a massive headache.

"What makes him even think I would help him?"

A dark look came over Draco's face, reminding Harry once again that he wasn't human anymore.

"Those first few weeks after you're turned…the blood lust makes you do things you never thought you would just to make the pain stop."

Draco unconsciously rubbed his neck, almost as if he was remembering it.

"It feels like your throat is on fire, day and night, and the only thing that will quench it is blood. Wilston will promise to give you the blood, as long as you promise to help him."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Draco," Harry mumbled while looking down at his feet.

Harry looked back up and held back a gasp, Draco was even more gorgeous then he remembered. His blonde hair was still as pale as before but that's where the old Draco stopped. His skin was more pale then it used to be, but it had a ethereal glow to it, almost daring you to stroke it. His eye's were bright grey, border lining on silver. He really did look like a fallen angel.

"God, you're gorgeous."

Harry hadn't meant to say that out loud, he could feel his face turning red with embarrassment.

"Why thank you, Harry," Draco purred, suddenly scooting closer to him. "You're looking quite handsome yourself."

Harry wanted to throw himself into Draco's arms and just forget everything that had happened, he wanted to remember why they always use to come to this place, because they were so in love.

"Please forgive me for what I'm about to do, Harry," Draco whispered quietly against his neck. "Remember I'm doing this for you, okay?"

Before Harry could ask what was going on, Draco bit down in the crook of his neck and sucked hard. Harry couldn't help the moan that escaped from him, it felt oddly erotic.

"Draco…" Harry groaned, pressing his neck harder against Draco's teeth, Harry almost moaned again when he felt cold fingers grip his hip's.

Starting to feel faint, Harry tried to pull away but was stopped when the hands tightened around his waist. His eye's started to become droopy and he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

"S-stop.." Harry whispered, trying to fight back, but Draco sucked harder until all Harry saw was black.

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When Harry did awake, he was in a dark room, but he could see perfectly for some reason. Taking a deep breath, a scream tore from his throat. He felt like his throat was on fire and that he was getting burned alive. He gasped for air, but the burning sensation increased rapidly until all Harry could do was scream. Someone came in the room and hit Harry over the head, but he didn't care who it was, he welcomed the darkness.

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"Ah! You're finally awake!"

Harry groaned and tried to sit up, but he was strapped down to a mattress.

"Where-Where am I?" He croaked out, scanning the room with his eye's. "Who's there?"

"I'm glad you're awake, Harry. I was getting worried I hit you too hard."

"Wilston?" Harry hissed, feeling pure rage take over. "Where the fuck am I? Let me go!"

Harry struggled with the straps holding him down, thrashing all around the bed.

"Tsk, tsk, Harry. I'd thought you'd be grateful," Wilston said slowly, as if he was talking to a child.

"What have you ever done for me that would make me grateful?"

"Haven't you noticed? That awful burning feeling in your throat is gone. Remember this ," Wilston snapped, leering over Harry with a dangerous glint in his eye's. "I don't have to give you blood. You can ask Draco what that feels like."

"You sick bastard!" Harry shouted, trying to reach up and grab Wilston, but the straps prevented him. Wilston just laughed before walking away and locking the door behind him.

"Hello?" Harry whispered, craning his head to see around the room. "Draco? Are you here?"

Harry heard a moan come from the corner of the room, but instead of it being Draco that stood up and walked towards him, it was Hermione.

"Hermione!" Harry gasped, "What did he do to you?"

Hermione limped towards his bed and sat down next to him.

"Curses. I tried to block them, but it all happened so fast."

"Did he kidnap you?"

"No, no. I came here. I confronted him about what Draco had told us, and he admitted everything. I told him I was going to report him to the Ministry of Magic, but before I could blink he started throwing curses. They were dark curses too, Harry. Some I've never even heard of."

Harry took a deep breath before he asked his next question.

"Is-is Draco okay?"

Hermione looked down at him with a gentle look on her face before she answered.

"Harry, he's helping him."

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