Okay I'll admit that things go a little fast in this chapter but it had to. I'm a little stressed right now because of high school but I'll keep writing. Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Harry could feel her eyes on him while he was eating. He could practically hear her telling him to eat more. Harry didn't have an appetite yet he strangely felt he had to do what she said. It was weird. He could tell when she was around, when she was angry, when she was happy and when she was thirsty. It was almost as if she was part of him now that she had sampled his essence. He stood abruptly and left. She hadn't told him to eat today and he was able to leave yet he mentally promised himself to eat later. No sooner was he out of the great hall did he feel his elbow being grasped and pulled. He was being pulled so fast he didn't even realize it until he was thrown in an empty classroom. He looked up into Zya's angry face.

"I told you to eat."

"And I will…as soon as I get some answers." Zya sighed. This boy will be the death of me, ha!

"Okay, what was it you wanted to know again?"

"I want to know how it feels to suck blood all the time."

"Well I don't really have a choice, do I?" Zya said chuckling.

"What's it like?"

"Its…its," Zya sighed. She'd been doing it for a while so she didn't really have to think about it. "Its euphoric, it amazing and it's a curse."

"How so?"

"Like I said, I have no real choice. If I go too long without it, I may end up doing something I'll regret. Like killing a mud blood," she said fixing Harry with her eyes. They seemed to flicker slightly. "Now its my turn. Why are you suddenly so interested?"

"Because it's my blood you're sucking."

"And…"

"And nothing," Harry said crossing his arms.

"Tell me Harry!"

"Because I like it!" Harry blurted out. He hadn't meant to but he'd forgotten her power. Zya blinked back her surprise and laughed. She laughed hard until she caught the look on Harry's face. "What, pray tell, is so funny?"

"You like having you blood sucked? You like being killed slowly? You like being told what to do?" she was still laughing and Harry's face was still as stone.

"Yes and don't ask me why cause I don't know." It was true. Harry knew he should not enjoy what she was doing to him but it make him feel useful. The way she pleaded with him on the train had sent sparks through his body in ways that he could not understand. Must be my hero complex.

"Well don't ask me because I don't know either. What else did you want to know?"

"I don't know…I guess I just want to know about your kind in general."

"My kind? How many vampires have you met exactly?"

"That's not what I meant…"

"Whatever, be specific Harry. Say what you do want to know?"

"I want to know about you," Harry whispered. Zya smiled warmly.

"Fine then. As you may have guessed I have supernatural strength and speed." Harry gulped, he had noticed. It was actually a little unnerving to think of how strong she could be. "My eyes well…they're complicated. When they're blue, theyre normal. When they're purple they see better than the best microscopes." Harry quirked an eyebrow. He hadn't noticed her eyes. He had always been to busy screaming in agony and pleasure. "Blood only tastes as good as eating habits, which is why you must eat well. If you don't, their's no point in me drinking your blood." Zya's mouth subconsciously watered at the thought of Harry's blood at full nutritional value. She pushed the thoughts aside. "And Harry, in case your wondering, garlic will not deter me," She said smiling. Harry noted how sharp her teeth were even when she wasn't blood lusting.

"What about the sun?"

"What about it?"

"Vampires can't go out in the sun," Harry said.

"Its not really that we can't. It's that we don't. You see Harry, when it's sunny, blood is so much easier to smell…and harder to resist. Blood taste best when its warm."

"Can you eat real food?"

"Yes but I will not be satisfied."

"If…if garlic can't hurt you how do you die?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"That's enough questions, you need to eat," she said ushering him out of the closet. He was still curious yet he did not know why. Something in his gut told him to get to know this mysterious vampiress.

"Fine but I want my questions answered later."

"Maybe," she said, the tips of her hair changing from green to purple. Harry couldn't help but think of Tonks.

"You don't have to sit here. I'll eat," Harry said as Zya sat next to him at the Gryffindor table.

"I know I don't have to. I want to," she said piling food on his plate.

"Well obviously we don't want you here. Why don't you go sit with your own kind!" Ron said.

"Free country, Weasley. I can sit where I like," she said growling slightly. Hermione nudged Ron before he could reply. She didn't like the thought of a slytherin sitting with them but she had noticed how Harry had been eating less and less. As soon as Zya sent him a look, Harry began to eat with a vigor that could only match Ron's. As long as Harry ate, she didn't mind who sat at their table.

"Shut up Ron!" Zya smiled. Maybe she's not as bad as Draco made her out to be on the train. "Hello, I don't think we've met. I'm Hermione Granger," she said extending a hand. Zya shook it hastily.

"Zya Zabini and if you don't mind me saying so you're not at all the way Draco described you." She saw Hermione's face change. She knew she had hit a nerve and she had intended to.

"And…how did he describe me?"

"Oh something about how mud bloods like you shouldn't be so smart and pretty," she said chuckling. "Honestly, you think he'd grow up." Hermione smiled in understanding. Harry continued to eat, as he did not want to think about Malfoy at the moment.

"You said you're name was Zya Zabini?" Ron asked timidly.

"Yeah, Blaise's sister."

"She's a transfer student," Harry mumbled while stuffing his face. Zya could practically smell the conversion from food to energy. She couldn't wait for the next feeding.

"Well, Zya are you going into Hogsmeade today?"

"Of course, Blaise is going to show me the three broomsticks and Gladrags Wizardwear," Zya replied. She sneaked a look at Harry whose ate was finally empty. "Wow Harry you actually finished a plate full of food. You should watch out Weasley, Harry may steal your thunder." Hermione chuckled at this and Ron, astonishingly smiled. Wow, it's surprisingly easy to make them trust you. Must be a Gryffindor thing she mused. She, to her own amazement was starting to like his friends. It wasn't hard to see how they got along, they completed each other. It was the same thing with Blaise, Draco and herself. While Draco was the aloof of the three, Blaise was funny (and nice if you knew the real him) and Zya was smart. All of this went through Zya head in a second as she handed Harry some pumpkin juice.

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