a/n: so. i have decided that this story was getting to fluffy and lovey-dovey and boring and stuff, and so i'm gradually making my way back to the humour bit of it. in the meantime, you get to meet the cullens, which was particularly difficult for me cos i had to a) google something whenever i wanted to write anything, cos i don't know anything about the cullens, b) it made me imagine edward as edward from the film, as opposed to MY edward, which is the edward in this story, and c) i had to put so much focus on vampires, which really frustrated me. i don't care. jeezus. go home.

also, this was originally chapter seven, but I can not find chapter six, so here you go.

Draco trashed about, each second slapping against his skin, white hot and sharp as a knife. He had never felt this kind of pain. Cold sweat ran down his forehead at a remarkable speed as he jolted, trying to escape his own head. He was terrified.

Suddenly, something that greatly resembled a block of ice rested itself gently on his chest.

I awoke with a jolt.

Edward looked down at me, obviously concerned.

"Hey, I, uh, came to talk to you - Are you alright?" he asked, moving his hand from it's place on my torso to stroke my hair, damp and misplaced, out of my eyes.

"I'm fine," I said quickly, wiping my face with both hands. "It was just a nightmare."

"About?" Edward inquired.

"Nothing," I shrugged, rolling over. I let the memories come back to me, not daring to close my eyes in case the dream became too vivid. I could feel Edward's hard gaze against the back of my head. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Stop trying to get inside my head." I rolled over to face him, and for a moment he tried to seem innocent, then gave in, laying down on my bed and propping himself up on his elbow.

"It wasn't working, anyways," he assured me.

"Good. I don't want you in my head. It's mine."

Edward groaned.

"Why can't I? See your thoughts?"

"'Cause I'm an Occlumens, you noob."

"That's not fair."

"Actually, it's very fair. I was taught, just like everyone else. You're the one who's not fair. You were born with being able to see into people's heads. Most people have to learn it."

"I'm not really a person, Draco."

There was then a silence where neither of us looked at each other, both lost in thoughts the other couldn't see.

"It wasn't about me, was it?" Edward asked suddenly.

"What?"

"The dream. The - nightmare. Was it about me?"

I couldn't help but snort.

"Oh, get over yourself, 'course it wasn't!"

"But, Draco, if I succumb to the temptations - "

"Then I'll hex you and get on with it."

Edward didn't look particularly convinced, and fell to lie on his back. I rolled over to lie on his stomach, propping myself up on his elbow.

"I'm not scared of you, Ed,"

He smiled at me. I waggled my eyebrows, because I am Draco Malfoy, and that is what I do.

"Anywho! Why are you here?" I asked.

"What, I'm not allowed to just visit?"

I rolled my eyes.

"You said you wanted to talk to me,"

Edward paused seemingly looking for a way to phrase it, and I waited, fixing my hair as he thought.

"I want you to meet my family."

I raised an eyebrow contemptuously.

"Really?"

Edward nodded.

"Isn't your family, you know, from the 19th century?"

"Mostly, yeah."

"But they're okay with the fact that your love interest is a man?"

"Oh, Draco, I would hardly call you a man."

I glared at him. He sat up, taking my arms and pulling me up with him.

"'Course they're okay with it. They're good people. Very accepting. I like you. So they're entitled to give you a chance."

"That's convincing."

"Plus, you're a wizard, and Dad has a magic fetish - "

A loud snore erupted from somewhere behind the green velvet curtains. I cupped my hand to Edward's mouth, waiting. The snore went back to being regular volume, and I peeked out the curtains to see if anyone was awake, when I was pushed down to the bed. Edward smirked down at me, and I took my hand away from his mouth. He leaned down and kissed me.

I straightened my white button-up and school trousers nervously. Edward snorted at me.

"Stop fussing," he said, tipping my chin up to look him in the eyes. "You want to ring the bell?"

"We have to ring a bell? I thought surely you vamps would be able to hear me standing at your door."

Edward smiled.

"Just ring the bell."

I took a deep breath, and pressed the bell. I liked doing it. It was fun. The bell at my house is a huge BELL that you ring by pulling on some massive golden rope and then it's ring echoes through the entire manor, and it's really loud and echo-y and not the most pleasant thing ever, especially when you're sleeping.

The door swings open, and a girl with short black hair smiles brightly at them.

"Hello there!" she twittered. I smiled my best and caught Edward smirking at me. "Come in, come in!" I stepped inside the house and looked around. Nice. The girl smiled up at me (she was frustratingly short. I mean, I'm not particularly tall, but I was worried I might step on her ) and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Alice, Edward's adopted sister." She continued to smile brightly, and I took her hand and shook it lightly.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Draco."

"Edward's boyfriend. Yes, we've heard all about you."

Edward's boyfriend? Excuse me? Edward is MY boyfriend. Jeez.

"Er, yeah,"

"EVERYBODY! EDWARD'S HERE WITH DRACO!" Alice called out, and quite suddenly a crowd of people had appeared, leading us into the living room.

"Please, sit," said an attractive man with yellow-y-blonde hair. "I'm Carlisle, Edward's father."

I nodded.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm - "

"Draco. Yeah. We get it." A stunning girl with long blonde hair said, sitting down on a chair opposite me.

"Draco, this is Rosalie," said Edward, indicating the pretty girl. "This is Emmett," He indicated the very tall, muscular man who had just sat down next to me.

"This is Esme," An obviously older, but still very attractive woman extended her hand to me, and I shook it politely.

"And Jasper," Edward indicated the last of the Cullens that I should meet, a boy with blonde hair and funny, little, vague, pale, crescent scars all over what I could see of his skin. I decided not to ask, and instead nodded.

"It's nice to meet you,"

Jasper smiled. The movement at his mouth seemed forced, but his eyes smiled warmly at me. Edward took a seat on the arm of the couch next to me. An uncomfortable few seconds followed, before Alice engaged Esme in conversation, and Edward leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"So what do you think of my family?"

"Er, well, it's a good thing I'm attractive, otherwise I'd feel very left out."

Edward started laughing but, to my surprise, so did the rest of the Cullens, except for Rosalie and Jasper, who both looked somewhat amused but incapable of laughing or chuckling or even really smiling properly. I blushed.

"To answer your question from before, we can hear you."

"Wow. Thanks, Ed. I appreciate that," I mumbled embarrassedly. Then I straightened my back and took a deep breath and added: "It's true, though."

Emmet clapped a large hand on my back, and I tried my hardest not to jolt forwards.

"So, Draco, where are you from?" Alice said conversationally.

"England," I said simply. "Thus the accent."

"What part of England?" Rosalie snapped.

"Wiltshire. We have this Manor there, it's from way back on my father's side…"

"Oh. A manor?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes."

No more was said. I didn't want to say anymore. My dad was in prison, my family worked for Voldemort, I worked for Voldemort, and we were mean. Mean people. Edward sensed that.

"Come on, Draco, let's go for a tour," he said, taking my hand and bouncing off the arm of the couch. I followed him, smiling back at the rest of the Cullens, as Edward led me around the corner.

"A tour, hmm? - " I started, but was cut off by Edward gently putting a finger to my lips. I frowned but remained silent.

"Race you?" He breathed into my ear.

"Uh, no."

He smirked and grabbed me around the torso, and ran. We appeared in an upstairs hallway a second later.

"Unimpressive - " I started again, but was cut off by Edward's lips on mine. He cupped my face with both of his hands, and I slipped my arms around his neck. Suddenly, Edward pulled away and I whipped out my wand and pointed it menacingly at the direction Edward's head had tilted.

"Alice. Go away."

"Ugh!" Alice said jokingly, and then she was gone. Edward leaned in to kiss me again, but I turned my head away.

"This isn't a tour."

Edward rolled his eyes.

"This is the hall. Hall, meet Draco. Draco, meet Hall."

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"What's up with Jasper's scars?" I asked, now that we were alone. Edward looked shocked for a second, then his face relaxed and he looked proud.

"You can see them?"

"Urr, yeah?"

"Sicck."

When Edward and I went back downstairs, most everyone was hanging out in the kitchen.

"Draco, dear, are you hungry?" Esme asked.

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Cos we have lots of food."

"If you don't eat she'll be upset. She misses making food," Edward whispered.

"You know, I can always eat."

Esme's face lit up.

"Fantastic! What would you like?"

"Uhh, anything's fine."

"Alright!" Esme turned to the fridge. "Jasper, could you help me? Alice? - "

"Actually, I was going to take Draco shopping! From the looks of it, he only has wizard clothes, and we can't have that!"

Edward face palmed.

"Oh. Okay. You guys have fun!"

Alice grinned and took my hand.

"Come on, Draco, let's go buy you clothes!"

Edward put his hand on Alice's shoulder.

"Really, Alice?"

"It's okay, it, uh, sounds like fun..?" I said unsurely.

Edward hit himself repeatedly in the forehead.

"Fine. But I'm coming."

"Be home in time for dinner!"

And that was the Cullens.

pictures i was using to get the image of robert pattison out of my head:

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Okay, so i didn't really NEED a picture of draco, but i like fanart.