For the rest of the night Draco didn't get one ounce of sleep; even though he knew that Harry was safe for now there was a huge chance that he vampires were binding their time to strike.

Even with the blood poison a single bite from a vampire in the wrong place would cause blood loss, resulting in death anyway.

The moment the sun rose Draco got dressed and made his way to the Ministry; there were a few people milling about finishing their night shifts so the Malfoy managed to navigate himself through the hallways to find Harry's office.

"hello?" Draco knocked on the door and heard shuffling behind it.

Surprising it was an aged Mr Weasley who opened the door, his flaming red hair more white than ever before, and at first he didn't seem to recognise Draco.

"can I help?" Mr Weasley asked kindly.

Draco cleared his throat, "are you head of this department?" he asked softly.

Mr Weasley laughed, "I'm afraid not but he'll be in momentarily. Won't you come in?" he stepped aside.

The office space was so cramped Draco nearly knocked over a couple of piles of items, inside were two desks that were barely visible beneath everything piled on top of them and just beyond them was a doorway to other desks; Harry and Ron's.

"tea?" Mr Weasley presented a slightly chipped cup of hot tea.

Draco sat on a sturdy pile of books, "have you been working all night?" he asked.

The Weasley father rubbed his balding head, "there was a mishap with some shrieking teapots in a Muggle shop, over seventy of them all going off at once. Middle of day too, lots of work."

Draco nodded; as a child he never thought the Weasley did very much apart from make children but looking around at the office filled with work he realised how hard Mr Weasley had always worked to provide for his family.

"you seem familiar." Mr Weasley suddenly said, "were you at school with Ron?"

"yes sir, it's, uh, Draco Malfoy." The young Malfoy coughed, dreading the older man's reaction.

Mr Weasley stopped what he was doing to give Draco a proper look; taking in his unstyled hair, Healers jacket and battered case by his feet.

"Harry speaks very fondly of you." Mr Weasley told him, resuming his work, "even Ron had a kind word to add."

Relief crossed Draco and he let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding, "it's good news about Ron and Hermione." He smiled, trying to make convocation.

The pair made idle chit-chat for a while until a tall man with thinning hair and side burns came through the door.

"who's this?" his voice was low and gruff.

Draco jumped off the pile of books and pulled out his St Mungos ID, "I'm Healer Malfoy and one of you staff has contacted me recently about a mission and I was hoping I could be of help." He said in his professional voice.

The man squinted at the ID badge before walking passed them both, "no thank you, my team are quite capable." He dismissed.

But Draco couldn't let it drop, "but there was mention of vampires." He said following the man.

"long gone." He snapped not turning around.

Draco scoffed, "then you know nothing about vampires. You're putting your staff in danger!" his voice had risen to a shout.

The man turned his cold eyes on Draco, "so you expect me to call them back just because you asked me to?" he sneered.

"no, I'm not." Draco sighed, "I'm a fully qualified Healer, send me out there too, if they become injured I can help."

"and I suppose you want some glory? For being a selfless hero." The man was very vile.

Draco clenched his fists, "of course not! I'm worried about them, Ron Weasley has a child on the way, if he we to become injured then his wife will be very distort. Not to mention if word got out that you had sent The Harry Potter into harms way."

The man was silent for a long moment, obviously hating being spoken to in such a way, "fine." He snapped, writing something down, "here's the address, Floo to this tavern first and make your way there and, let me make myself very clear, I don't want to see you here again."

Draco snatched the paper, "thank you, I just have to contact St Mungos before I go." He informed the man pleasantly.

"I'll do it, not get out of my office." The man snapped.

Draco was a little taken aback by the offer but left the office anyway, nerves tightening in his stomach, "thanks for the tea Mr Weasley." He said as he passed him but never heard his reply.

The Ministry Floo system was busy now, tons of people coming and going through flashes of green, all busy with their work; it was difficult to find an empty one but finally Draco announced his destination and stepped through.

It was still early morning in Hungary so the tavern was quiet, just a burly woman behind the bar sipping a foamy beer, she eyed him suspiciously as he approached the bar.

"excuse me, do you know where.." the blond consulted the piece of paper, "Fehér Ejszaka mansion is?"

The woman frowned, "you no want go there." She said in a serious thick accent, "evil."

"I know." Draco replied just as serious.

She surveyed the young Malfoy for a moment before shrugging, it seemed to be beyond her interest to protect stupid foreigners, "go to dark woods. Keep on. You see gates. Protect yourself." She handed him a little wooden cross.

Draco picked up the cross, worthless to Wizarding world vampires but a nice gesture, "thank you." And he left.

The little village was busy with people so he quickly made his way through it all, standing out like a sore thumb in his white coat.

The dark woods were practically pitch black, so dense with trees that Draco had to use his Lumos charm just to make sure he didn't fall over.

There was a path of some sorts but it obviously hadn't been used in many years, Draco fell on a risen rock and grazed the palm of his hand on a tree; he cursed his bad luck to cut himself before entering vampire territory but he finally saw the huge gates.

The gates were ajar enough for the young Malfoy to squeeze through, even though it stained his coat; the Feher Ejszaka mansion was a mass of weeds and ivy, a huge decaying fountain sat in the middle of a once impressive courtyard and there were barely any windows, just two big ones where the entertaining happened.

Draco felt slightly daunted standing close to such a creepy place but he swallowed away his fears and pushed the door open.

The over powering smell of smoke and musk hit Healer Draco instantly, all was quiet, nothing had been moved except the fingerprints of Harry and Ron searching.

"Hello!" Draco called into the mansion, hearing his own voice answer, "Harry? Ron?"

It was all too quiet so Draco began to explore; he found nothing but huge dark rooms filled will with antiques and fingerprints.

Suddenly he felt something behind, a cold, sinister presence and it was upon him before he could act; magical vampires were vile creatures, long pointy faces with transparent skin pulled tight across it, their soulless pitch black eyes were endless and their mouths filled with hundreds of teeth ready to rip a human apart.

The vampire snatched Draco around the neck, lifting him from the ground, its boney fingers icy around the flesh and squeezed, "wait!" the blond shouted breathlessly.

The shouting was much louder to the vampires large ears and it flinched back.

"I've taken Ne Lamia, if you bite me then you'll perish." He told the vampire quickly, feeling the fingers beginning to squeeze again.

Vampires only lived to devour but even they knew that they had to be somewhat alive to do so; the vampire opened it's vast mouth and spoke.

"you humans think you are so cunning." It snarled in a gargling voice, "but there is a time limit for everything."

Draco was dragged by his neck to the book case, the boney creature was very strong, pressing in a huge black book the bookcase part to revel a staircase and the young Malfoy was throw down them, followed by his bag.

The floor was stone and cold under Draco, he groaned as his back cried in pain from landing hard, "lumos." He whispered into the dark room.

"Draco?" came Harry's voice.

Both Harry and Ron were sat by the far wall, not injured but looking pale, Harry's face lit up at the sight of the blond.

"are you two okay?" Healer Draco asked finally picking himself off the floor.

Harry met him halfway across the stone room, "we're fine. Looks like you were right, there are still vampires here." He sighed deeply.

Fighting the urge to gloat slightly Draco took out two potions from his bag, "it's full of nutrients and vitamins, make you feel better." He told them.

"what are you doing here?" Harry asked, "it's dangerous."

Draco rolled his eyes, "that's exactly why I'm here, someone has to make sure you guys get home." He looked around the room, looking for a damp patch and found one in the far corner.