Yeah! So hi! I've been missing for a while! Halloween preparations ya know. Any ways… next chapter here! Oh and thanks for the reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter & co. Damn you all! Runs away in tears Nieta pops out of no where she does however own, Ziyon Telrunya, Nieta Nyx, And Izumi Nyx and this story plot so don't think about stealing them!
Chapter 3
Ziyon walked along the lake, time, midnight.
"Ziyon, you okay?" Ziyon turned around to see Blaise heading for him.
"Fine. A bit week, but fine none the less." Ziyon answered, giving Blaise a week smile.
"You haven't fed have you?" Blaise asked.
"No… Be lucky you don't have a mate that you have to feed from once a month that basically doesn't trust you." Ziyon snapped, turning away.
"Harry, this is dangerous. You could die. Talk to Draco tomorrow about it. If you don't I will." Blaise whispered. He took one last glance into Ziyon's eyes before walking away. Ziyon shook his head and gazed out across the lake.
" I'm gonna die." Ziyon muttered.
Ziyon sat in the Slytherin common room, waiting for Draco and Blaise.
"And so I'm… a squirrel… you're not… how pathetic you are…and so I'm …a squirrel… you're not… your just human… how pathetic you are… you don't have a fluffy tail…you don't have squirrelly wrath… you just build to destroy…while I collect some nuts…you suck." Ziyon sang.
"What the bloody fucking hell was that?" Ziyon turned to see a very amused Draco.
"I was bored! Waiting on your gay ass. So I sang a foamy song. He's our lord & Master." Ziyon said, standing up.
"Right…"
"Oh, I love that squirrelly dude! We don't need some high crack-heads runnin' around autographing their own eyeballs…it's…it's funny, but not needed. There are other things to entertain us other than eyeball signing crack-heads." Blaise said in his best foamy voice, as he walked up.
"Someone help me…" Draco groaned, walking off.
"Have you told him?" Blaise asked Ziyon.
"No." Ziyon muttered. Blaise gave him a concerned look before running off. He caught up with Draco and quietly whispered something in his ear.
"Really?" Draco asked. Blaise just nodded calmly.
"You guys, wait up." Ziyon yelled, running down the corridor. Draco turned around, a strang e look on his face that stopped Ziyon in his tracks.
"You need to feed from me to survive and you haven't told me?" Draco asked.
"You made it clear on the train that you didn't want me touching you. Plus you like someone else." Ziyon answered.
"You can feed from me. As long as you're alive, I'm fine. You've become my friend." Draco muttered. Ziyon slowly walked up to Draco and put his hands on his shoulder. He lowered his head to Draco's neck and utter three words before biteing down.
"I love you."