(Not) Romeo and Juliet
Sumary: Draco Malfoy, a cold pureblooded wizard, was the Slytherin Ice Prince. Harry Potter, a happy go lucky hero, was the Gryffindor Golden Boy. They came from two Houses with a long and heavy rivalry in Hogwarts history. When they found love in each other, could they fought all the differences and faced all the prejudices? When their Inheritance came, would their love enough to fight their own instincts? Their story was very much like Romeo and Juliet. But they were not Romeo and Juliet, were they?
Warning: Slash with Harry/Draco pairing. Mpreg. Creature fic. Situated in seventh year, ignore OoTP, HBP, and DH
Rating: T
Disclaimer: still not mine
A.N. Okay, another chapter after a long wait. Sigh. Anyway, this chapter was really hard to write for me since I was hit by a rather thick writer's block. But it turned out quite good I think..
I want to say thank you for you all who reviews! the most I got so far.. :dreamy smile: As I promised, here's the huge and fluffy Harry teddy for you all! and also, thank you for all who favorited me and put this story to your alert lists. But since you didn't leave any review, I only give you this cute Harry phone straps.
Thanks for thewarchangedpeople for the wonderful work at beta-ing this chapter.
Chapter 9
Another Confrontation, In the Hallway
Harry was awoken by the soft light of a winter Sunday morning sun that crept in between the deep red curtains of his bed. He blinked several times and stretched his body before getting up and ready for the day. A quick Tempus showed him that it was half past eight in the morning already. It was a little bit late for him as he was usually an early riser. But when he opened his bed curtain, he saw his dorm mates still had their curtains shut and the sound of soft snores could still be heard. Oh well, maybe they were up late yesterday. With the seemingly heated argument he'd heard behind the portrait, and the packing they had to do since tomorrow was the beginning of the winter holiday and the train would take them back to London later in the afternoon, he was not surprised they had the slept in. It was Sunday, anyway.
After he had all his morning rituals done, Harry walked down to the common room with the biggest grin ever plastered on his face. He saw some of his house mates already down there, doing something that he really didn't really care. He waved to them cheerfully and climbed out of the Fat Lady's portrait. He didn't notice the nasty looks were thrown his way by some of his house mates.
He stepped in to the Great Hall and saw Hermione already seated down with her customary book opened beside her breakfast plate. He plopped down and greeted his best friend.
"Hello, Hermione! Beautiful day, eh? Very sunny and bright! What are you reading anyway? Is it good? My, I'm starving!" he said in one breath only stopping to grab some toast, spreading an extra thick layer of butter and blueberry jam on it, some bacon and sausages, and pouring himself a goblet of cold pumpkin juice. He even took a bowl full of fruit, which he never did in his customary breakfast. And, if all those things were not unusual enough, he took double portions of all his food. Hermione looked at his full plate with wide eyes. Harry only ate that much after extremely exhausting training or when he felt very spirited.
"Harry, you didn't have training yesterday, right?" Harry shook his head, still busily chewing. "Okay, so what makes you this spirited?" Harry threw her his almighty grin; luckily with an empty mouth. Something that Ronald Weasley hadn't learned yet.
"Guess what!"
"Hmm.. " Hermione had an inkling of what could make Harry this cheerful these days. One person called Draco Malfoy. She opened her mouth to answer after a few minutes thinking. But apparently, Harry thought that she didn't give her answer fast enough that he answered it himself.
"Draco, of course!"
"And? What happened with Draco that made you this ravenous?" Harry gave her a wider grin that Hermione thought his face might split into two if he smiled a any wider.
"He likes me back!"
"Wow! Congratulations, Harry! I'm happy for you!" she said, truly happy for her best friend. "So, how did that happen?"
"So," Harry told Hermione about yesterday night. " and he kissed me and said that he has fallen for me." Hermione squealed happily. Some students who were in the Great Hall for their breakfast looked in their direction, it was rare hearing the most brilliant witch ever squealing like a teenage girl. Well, like normal teenager anyway.
"And then?"
"We cuddled under the stars.." Harry said rather dreamily.
~~~Flash Back~~~
Harry cupped Draco's face after they had to end the kiss for some air for Harry. He looked at the blonde softly and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"You're so beautiful." Harry said. Draco looked up at him shyly under his long blonde eyelashes. Harry dared to bet that if Draco was still human, a lovely blush would be spread on those pale cheeks.
Harry let go of the blonde and sat on the grass. He shivered and waved his wand to re-cast his warming charm. After shooing the chill away, he tugged Draco so that the Slytherin sat in between his spread legs, his chest to the blonde's back. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist as Draco leaned back into his broad chest.
They cuddled for a time in comfortable silence. Harry nuzzled Draco's neck; inhaled his oh-so-sweet scent. Harry thought that Draco smelled like lavender and vanilla, but there was a hint of something else. Something that screamed Draco. It was addicting, Draco's smell. Meanwhile, Draco enjoyed Harry's ministration and rubbed the arms that were still wrapped around his slim waist.
"Harry, look!"
"Hmm?" Harry stopped his activity and looked at Draco, who was staring at the starry sky.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Draco said. Harry hummed in agreement. The sky was indeed beautiful. There were no clouds. The stars shone brightly even though the almost-full moon also adorned the dark blue sky.
"It's almost full moon. What do you think I will dream now?"
"Hmm, I'm interested in how the wolf Leonel transforms into the human Leonel. I mean, he was a wolf in one of your dreams and human in the others." Draco said.
He was really intrigued by those things because if those dreams that Harry had were real events that meant the secret behind the origin of the werewolves finally could be revealed. There were so many discussions between Magical Creatures Masters about that. The history about the first appearance of werewolves was rather fuzzy and most was only myths or legend.
"Yeah. Since you said that, I am also quite intrigued. Maybe if we know how the werewolves were made, we could find some kind of cure for them." Harry said thoughtfully. Draco knew he was thinking about his honorary god father, Remus Lupin.
"Yes." Draco said softly. He turned his head and saw Harry's pensive look. He kissed Harry's cheek and laid his head on Harry's right shoulder, his body curled in Harry's lap. "Yes, we could find the cure."
After a while in another silence, Harry asked Draco something. "Which one is your constellation?"
"Hmm?" Draco looked up to the sky without pulling his head from Harry's rather comfortable shoulder. "That one. You see the four stars that make some kind of trapezoidal shape?" Draco pointed his delicate finger to the sky. Harry followed the finger and found the stars that Draco pointed at. "Those form the head. You could trace the body from there." Draco made some kind of wavy line in the air.
"I see.. They are almost as pretty as you. You are prettier, though." Harry said without thought. The shy look that appeared at the usually stoic and aloof Slytherin made Harry let out a chuckle. "You are adorable, Draco." He said, kissing the blonde head on his shoulder.
Draco smacked Harry's chest playfully. He hid his face on Harry's neck. "I don't do adorable, Potter!" Harry only chuckled some more at the adorable picture that Draco made.
"Okay, okay. Beautiful then." He said. Draco only huffed at that.
"But, Harry, why do you want to know?"
"Because if one day we are separated and I can't come to you, I could still see you adore the sky. And I can pray to those stars to always keep you safe when I cannot be there for you." Harry said looking at the vampire. Draco smiled softly at Harry and they began to kiss again.
~~~End of Flash Back~~~
"Awh, that was so sweet.." Hermione cooed at a smiling Harry. "Where's he, anyway?" she asked when she couldn't find Draco at his usual place.
Harry's eyes darted to Slytherin table, which didn't contain Draco. He wasn't too worried though. He knew Draco usually preferred to spend his Sunday mornings in his godfather's, Severus Snape, office than sit in the Great Hall. And Draco promised to meet him in the Room of Requirement at ten. "Snape's office." He answered.
"Snape's office?" Harry nodded. "Why?" She knew that Snape was still Slytherins Head of House and wondered if maybe Draco had some Slytherin business to talk about with their DADA professor.
"Bonding time with his godfather, he said to me."
"Snape is Draco's godfather?" Harry nodded his yes. "Well.. It could be guessed I think.."
Harry chuckled. "Oh, Mione. You can say if you're surprised! I was surprised when I first learned it. Who is insane enough to make that snarky professor their son's godfather?" Hermione laughed with him at that.
They enjoyed their breakfast and chatted some more until Harry felt this uneasy feeling tugging his heart. He touched his madly beating heart and frowned. Somehow, he knew that something was wrong with Draco. Very wrong.
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Draco exited Severus's office with a hearty laugh. He just told his godfather about his newly formed relationship with the Golden Boy. Seeing the changes of emotions on the stoic professor's face was priceless. Surprise was replaced by disbelief and quickly transformed into disgust after Draco nodded his confirmation. His godfather's hatred of Harry was so much that Draco found it funny sometimes.
"He's not that bad, Uncle Sev!" He said as he closed the office door. He heard his godfather mumble something suspiciously like 'insufferable brats'.
Draco climbed the stairs with a smile adorning his pale face. Small smiles that screamed happiness to all who cared to see. He was so happy he might burst from it. He had never felt this way. Well, he had never had a girlfriend, or boyfriend in that case either, before. Not that he couldn't get one. Oh, no! He was one of the hottest blokes in Hogwarts, after all. But the pressure he got from his father, to have a pureblood as his other half, left him with a little choice. And that little choice was just not appealing to him at all.
His father always wanted him to continue the Malfoy's tradition; marrying a pureblood girl or boy and having an heir. The older Malfoys didn't have much care for a granddaughter. That meant he had to date one of the Slytherins or Ravenclaws. Why not a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor, you ask? Well, Gryffindors were off for an obvious reason. They were all goody-two-shoes muggle lovers, end of story. The Hufflepuffs were all sappy good-for-nothing cowards, his father always said. Not that Draco thought so. Many famous healers and science-wizards and witches used to be Hufflepuffs anyways.
So, that left the snakes and the eagles. Well, he could never trust a Slytherin to save his life, even if he was one of them. Hell, because he was one of them he knew how untrustworthy a Slytherin could be. He would always be suspicious of them, except maybe Theo. But the dark haired boy was as straight as an arrow and the thought of kissing his best friend was just.. EWW! Anyway, he didn't want a relationship with someone that he knew one day could stab him in the back. And the Ravenclaws? They were just so boring! Okay, some were fun, like Luna Lovegood, his lovely disowned cousin. She was real fun! But most of them were too absorbed in their books with nothing else on their minds.
So, well, Harry was the first person he'd had a relationship with. He didn't care if Harry was only a half-blood. He didn't care that Harry was the hero; an ultimate muggle lover and his father's master's number one enemy. He didn't care that Harry would, someday, fight Draco's own father in the upcoming war; he had never believed what his father believed anyway.
What he cared about that Harry was a wonderful person. Harry was caring, incredibly sweet, and funny. Not to mention that he had one hell of a body. Tall and the right amount of muscles. Draco was sure he could not only fall for the Saviour but also really be in love with him soon enough. To his surprise, he felt okay with all that even though his father always said that Malfoys didn't do love.
Draco was so lost in thought that he didn't realize some Gryffindors were walking towards him with rather vindictive smiles on their faces. He snapped out of his musings when a pair of hands shoved him hard. He, taken by surprise, felt his back bump against the stone wall quite hard. He looked up at his attacker and saw the red head of Ronald Weasley and almost a dozen more Gryffindors.
"What are your problems, Weasley?" he said, a little irritated, as he picked himself up from the wall and straightened his designer dark blue cashmere jumper. The Weasley's youngest son sneered, one worthy of a Slytherin, and stabbed his wand to Draco's chest. Draco raised an eyebrow at that.
"What did you do to Harry, you evil git?" Ronald spat in Draco's face, his wand still firm in his chest. Draco eyed the wand warily. He might be much stronger than Weasley now, but he couldn't use his superhuman power if he didn't want anybody to know about his secret. But if they had to duel with magic, Draco would surely lose. Vampires had less magical power than even an average wizard, and from what he learned over the years, Weasley was a little above average.
"What do you mean?" he said with the coldest tone he could produce. His eyes glinted dangerously. He smirked inwardly seeing some of the Gryffindors behind Weasley visibly shiver.
"What did you do to Harry that made him want to befriend your kind of human!"
"My kind of human? And what would that be?" he asked with his infamous drawling voice. He tried to suppress his fear that Weasley knew the secret of him being a vampire. His traitorous mind whispered that Hermione, or even Harry, had betrayed his trust and told Weasley about him. Weasley was the part of their Gryffindor Golden Trio, after all.
But the other part of his mind told him that Harry was far too noble to do something like that. And Hermione, despite their past, was not Slytherin enough to betray someone's trust. That part of his mind also reminded him that The Golden Trio was no more. Harry had told him enough of his falling out with his supposed best friend just because old petty prejudice the Weasley held.
"You are a Junior Death Eater! A slimy, sneaky, filthy snake! You are evil! It's impossible for Harry to befriend you if you did nothing to him!" Weasley was now shouting in his face. His face was scrunched in distaste. Weasley had no manners at all. No wonder Harry was tired of him.
"But I did nothing to him, Weasley. Believe it or not, he came to me and offered his hand with his own free will. I merely got along with the idea." He still spoke with his bored, drawling voice.
"Liar!" Weasley screamed in his face, his wand jabbed Draco's chest hard. "He wouldn't want to be within even ten miles of you if you did nothing to him, you Death Eater scum! Tell me, was it potion? Or imperio? I bet it was, wasn't it? You are a Death Eater in training after all. And your kind would do the unforgivable without second thought, am I right or am I right?" Weasley sneered.
Draco gritted his teeth. He felt his fangs begin to lengthen. He balled his hands in fists to ground the anger that began to rise in his chest. It wouldn't do him any good if he scrunched Weasley's scull with his bare hand. Oh, how he hated it when people called him a Death Eater, in training or not. And this Weasley brood spat those words twice in his face within mere minutes.
"I bet you still apply that to Harry, don't you? So he's willingly become your friend and even become gay for you. He is supposed to be a hero. And no hero is a ponce like you! He is supposed to be normal, dates a girl like a normal guy, and has a normal family. Not succumbed in a disgusting affair with a fairy!" Weasley continued to ramble. Draco eyed the wand on his chest waiting for a chance to shove it away. "Is it not enough that you change our Harry into a rude git? You also make him a ponce like you! What next? Will you make him an evil Death Eater too?"
"I did nothing to him, Weasley. Maybe he enjoys being my friend because I never demand him to act as I want him to do. Maybe because I wouldn't turn my back on him when he decides to break the expectations people have of him. Maybe because I expect nothing of him except to be himself." Draco hissed when he felt a burning on his chest spreading from the tip Weasley's wand.
"Don't act as if you know him, Malfoy!" Weasley spat.
"And you do? Have you ever thought, Weasley that he is tired of acting as the hero you all want him to be? Have you ever thought that he just wants to be accepted without doing what you all think he supposed to do? Have you ever thought that he wants to be selfish sometimes? Have you?" Draco ignored the more persistent burning in his chest.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Weasley now officially screaming his lungs out. His face was very red and Draco was afraid that he would explode at any second. "You know nothing of our Harry, you bastard! He is not a selfish git like you! He was never the rude person he is now before you came into the picture! He is not one of your filthy snake friends and never will be! It is because of you he turns his back on us, his true friends! It is because you did something to him that he becomes a fucking ponce!"
By now, all the Gryffindors were yelling along with their red headed leader. Draco was lucky that the enraged lions were so busy screaming that they hadn't sent a single attack on him yet, with magic or their fists. He rubbed his rather painful chest in the place that Weasley's wand had burned his sweater. Heat wasn't a vampire's best friend for sure.
"You stay away from Harry, you ferret! Stay away from him or else!" Ronald Weasley pointed his wand threateningly one more time at Draco. Draco began to summon his vampire magic to his hands and prepared to make some kind of shield. His face still as stoic as a marble statue, which somehow enraged the red head some more. "You fucking filthy Death Eater scum! Diffin.."
But before he'd finished his cutting hex or Draco had launched his shield, a loud growl was heard and a blur hit the red head Gryffindor and sent him ten feet down the hallway.
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Harry let out a hiss when the tug on his heart became more persistent. He jumped off his bench and ran out of the hall; ignoring all the stares he got from the students and the teachers that were already in the Great Hall for breakfast. He didn't even stop to answer Hermione's shout of "Harry, what's wrong?"
He didn't know where Draco was, but he trusted his instincts to lead him to his beloved vampire. He was so focused on Draco's safety that he wasn't aware that Hermione was running along behind him. He also missed it when Hermione dragged a confused Theodore Nott with her when he ran into them with "It's Draco!" as the only explanation. Harry ignored all the complaints from the students he bumped into. He had only one thing on his mind, to find Draco and keep him from the danger the blonde somehow encountered.
He saw Draco surrounded by screaming Gryffindors in the fourth floor hallway. He growled loudly when he saw Ron's wand swish, likely to send a hex at Draco. Without any thought, he ran as fast as he could and shoved Ron with his shoulder hard. He stood in front of Draco with a very rigid stance. His muscles were taut, ready to launch if any of the other Gryffindors dared to attack them.
He was standing tall and threatening. He didn't realize that his nails had elongated and sharpened, making his hands transform into some kind of claws. Or how his eyes glowed brightly like an emerald under the sun. Or how his bared teeth became sharper and his upper and bottom fangs lengthened, his face distorted into a very frightening beast. Or how his growls became more and more beast-like each minute.
But everyone around him realized it though. They felt the power emitting from the Golden Boy and they instantly knew that this Harry was very dangerous. The other Gryffindors, those that surrounded Harry and Draco, scattered away to safe their arses. Hermione and Theo let out gasps, their eyes wide. Ronald couldn't move an inch and only could stare with huge amounts of fear on his blue eyes. The red head wouldn't admit it, but he nearly wet his pants.
But this Harry gave Draco a different feeling altogether. Draco felt himself almost swooning behind Harry as waves of warmth and safety washed over him; he had that goofy smile and dreamy eyes.
"Don't you ever dare to touch him again, Weasley." Harry said with a low, dangerous tone between his never ending growls. "If you lay even one finger on him again, you will answer to me. If I find you threatening him in any way, I will personally kill you with my bare hands. Do you get me?"
"Ye- yes," Ron whimpered in fear. He'd never seen Harry as angry as this. And he'd never looked as frightening as this.
"Go away." Harry growled one more time before Ron found his feet and ran as fast as he could.
When the red head was gone, Harry turned around to face Draco. He immediately returned to himself again. His teeth and nails were normal again. But his eyes still had their glow; even if slightly dimmed. He touched Draco's cheeks and stroked them softly. He looked so worried.
"Are you okay, Draco?" he asked. Draco put his own hands on top of Harry's.
"I'm fine, Harry. Thank you for saving me." Draco said with that dazzling smile. Harry let out a relieved sigh and gave his own smile in return. He leaned in and put a soft kiss on those soft pink lips. Harry vaguely felt Draco's lips curl into a small smile. He broke the kiss and put his forehead against Draco's cold one. He stared at those beautiful silver orbs and smiled once more.
"I'm glad you're okay." He said, his hands already leaving the blondes cheeks and moving to wrap them around Draco's slim waist; keeping the blonde close to him. Draco rested his hands on Harry's chest and returned the smile.
"Me too," the blonde said.
They kept their stances for a while until the tender moment was broken by a cough from behind them. Harry turned around and saw Hermione look at him with an eyebrow risen. "What, Hermione?" he said, a little bit annoyed by the interruption.
"I think we have to talk about what happened earlier, Harry." Hermione said with a little bit of worry laced in her voice. Harry opened his mouth to say that there was nothing to talk about, that Draco was safe now so they could continue their lives. But Hermione beat him and with a brief glance to her side, he only then realized that there was one more person standing there. Theodore Nott. With wide, shocked eyes.
"We really need to talk about it, Harry." Hermione said urgently. Harry sighed and nodded. He let go of Draco, but caught his hand to link their fingers together.
They walked together in silence until they arrived at the bare wall across from the statue of Barnabas the Barmy on the seventh floor. Hermione walked back and forth three times before a wooden door appeared out of nowhere on the wall. Harry followed Hermione entering the room. He looked around and found the same sitting room as the one they used just yesterday. He sat on one of the couches, bringing Draco to sit beside him. Hermione decided to sit on the armchairs across from them and Theo on the other armchair beside her.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Harry asked Hermione. Hermione made a glance to where Theo was. Theo still looked shocked and amazed at all that happened this morning and also a bit confused as well. Hermione bit her bottom lip, she looked like she was thinking of something.
"Maybe, we should tell Theo about these few months first." She looked at Draco warily. Draco immediately understood that she wanted to tell Theo about his condition.
"What? No! No, we should not!" Draco said crossly. Harry rubbed Draco's back softly to calm him down. Harry knew that Draco didn't want anyone to know about his vampirism. Especially his best friend. The blonde assumed that Theo would run away from him in fear if the dark haired teen knew about him being a vampire. Harry knew that Draco felt that he would lose Theo's friendship if the lanky teen knew and that the blonde just couldn't lose the only friend he had.
"Draco, I think he should know.." Hermione said with soft voice. The blonde, looking so distressed by the mere idea, shook his head frantically. Harry wrapped his arms around the lean blonde and nuzzled his neck.
"It's okay, sweetie." The raven whispered soothingly to the blonde's neck. "It's going to be okay. He's your best friend, isn't he? He has the right to know."
"But, Harry " the blonde whined, he turned his body so that he looked at the raven face-to-face with his wide, scared, silver eyes. Harry stroked his cheek softly and smiled.
"He will understand, Draco." Draco looked at Harry with uncertainty loaded in those beautiful eyes Harry loved so much. Harry nodded to assure him and the blonde gulped before he gave a hesitant nod. Harry smiled and pecked the blonde's lips. Draco gave him a faint smile.
"Okay, you can tell him." Draco said, showing no sign of wanting to talk about it himself. Hermione gave him a small smile and nodded. She turned her body a little to begin her tale only to find that Theo was still in his trance of shock. She giggled and poked the dark haired teen to consciousness.
"Wha- Hermione?" Theo blinked his eyes a few times before he realized that they were not in the hallway anymore and that he was seated in a cosy white armchair in a cosy sitting room with a roaring fire in the hearth and that Hermione looked at him with akin of amusement in her eyes and Draco, his usually aloof and cold best friend, cuddled to Harry Potter with a content smile. His eyes widened. "Wha- what happened?" he asked. He vaguely heard someone chuckle softly. And a little investigation later, he would know that that was Harry, who was snickering to the smiling Draco's hair.
"Theo?" Hermione called him. He turned his neck to see an equally amused Hermione.
"Hermione? What happened here? The last thing I remember is Potter here became ballistic, literary, when Weasley tried to hex Draco."
"Relax, Theo. We, okayIwill tell you what we think happened. But, I guess we could use some tea." She snapped her fingers and a house-elf appeared in front of them.
"May Blinky helps yous, Misters and Miss?" the tiny elf bowed.
"Can you bring us some refreshment, Blinky?" Hermione said kindly. The house-elf bowed and disappeared with a loud crack only to appear a moment after with a tray full of any flavour biscuits and cookies you could imagine and a steaming tea in a never-empty-pot with jars of sugar, milk, and honey. "Thank you."
For a moment, Hermione busied herself to prepare tea for the four of them. Two sugars and a splash of milk for Harry, lot of milk without sugar for Theo, two teaspoonful's of honey for herself. How she knew their preferences of tea was a mystery. To Theo's confusion, she thrust her hand to Draco and the blonde handed her his pint. She then poured Draco's tea with the contents of the pint. The strong steely smell told him that it was blood Hermione added to Draco's tea. A lot of blood. But before he could ask her about it, Hermione held out a hand and she gave him an I-will-tell-you-soon-enough look.
They took a moment to sip their tea and Harry munched a biscuit or two. What? He was hungry! His breakfast was cut short after all. Theo sipped his steaming tea in a hope of gaining some kind of calmness. Hermione took a long sip and pondered how she would begin her story. Draco drank his bloody tea in huge gulps, clearly nervous with everything.
After what it seemed like hours, Hermione put her cup down and opened her mouth to tell Theo the most shocking and unbelievable news in his young life. "So, it all begins with.."
A.N. I don't know why is it so hard to write the confrontation scene. But, It was okay, don't you think? Ah, and I'm sorry if my Draco is rather OOC, but just imagine that he just wears his Malfoy mask (the jerk and cold spoilt brat) in front of most of the people to protect himself as well as to live up his father's expectation of him. But he felt safe with Harry and Theo and also Hermione, because he already thinks her as his friend.
Harry is beginning to show his wolfish side! what will happen next? Will he transform into a werewolf this full moon instead of getting the usual dreams? What will Theo think after he hears the whole truth about his best friend? Will he run away like Draco thinks he would?
What do you think?
I'll give Vampire!Draco's nice and cool figurin for all of you who leave some reviews! =D