Yes another update! I got requests so I acquiesced. Disclaimer: Refer to Chapter 1.

Breakfast was uneventful as usual. Zya still had not found the strength to sit with her fellow Slytherins despite her heart to heart with Draco. He still hadn't professed his love to Blaise and it had been 3 months since the accident. Snow had continued to fall and there was now 5 inches over Hogwarts ground. With Christmas close at hand Zya could tell it was time.

"Zya, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." When in truth she was far from it. She had held out for 2 and a half months and her mouth was drier than the Sahara. Vampire anorexia, I am so pathetic. Lately she hadn't had the heart to feed on anyone be it Harry, Blaise or Draco. Yet she looked no different if you didn't look closely. Her normally blue eyes had darkened to almost black with a touch of red. Her tanned skin had paled slightly, making her look sickly and her strength and speed had diminished. But unless you looked closely, you couldn't tell that anything was wrong with her except that she might be sick.

"You don't look it. Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said worredly. Lately she had grown accustomed to Zya's saucy attitude and demeanor. They had actually become quite close despite their house differences. Zya had actually read some of Hogwarts: A History with Hermione and found she liked it.

"Mione, I said I'm fine. Its probably just a small chill."

"Zya you are not fine, you look sickly," Harry said knowingly.

"I'm fine," she said standing. "I'll see you guys later." She could tell Harry was following her out of the great hall and she knew his intent. She didn't have one foot out of the great hall before he grabbed her arm and pulled her sideways. Of course she could have wrenched him away easily but she let him have his way. All together they ended up in the broom closet again. After illuminating the closet he fixed her with his green eyes.

"You are not fine, why haven't you been feeding?"

"That is none of your business, Harry."

"The hell it isn't! It's my blood Zya, either you drink it or you don't. Their's no point in me eating like a pig if your not even going to feed!"

"Lower your voice. Harry, I know it's your blood I'm sucking but that isn't what I meant. My reason for not feeding is none of your business. You don't have to eat like Ron anymore but I suggest you do it anyway. You were way too skinny before." She turned to leave but Harry's warm hand on her cold marble flesh stopped her. For a second she wondered what it would feel like to be able to emit that kind of warmth rather than touch it.

"Zya just tell me what's wrong. Let me help you," He whispered. Zya sighed. What do I really have to lose?

"Harry, are you willing to help me plan my own death?" He gasped.

"It depends. If I did help you, would you make me like you?" Zya's eyes flashed and her teeth bared themselves. She grabbed Harry's wrist quickly and bit into it. She relished in his scream and this time she didn't care who heard them. She just wanted him to understand and she needed information. She could see Teddy Lupin, his changing hair and chubby body. She could see his baby smile and his grandparent's taking care of him. Only when she was aware that Harry was losing consciousness did she stop and cast the familiar healing spell. Harry did not come to until Zya had made up her mind. She would need Teddy to make this happen. His groaning brought her out of the reverie and she looked into his emerald eyes. The blood was still dripping from her lips and her fangs were still sharp. He eyes were purple and the color was retuning to her face.

"I will never make you like me Harry. You are my friend and I will never give you my disease. I like you too much," she said smiling. For once her blood-drenched fangs did not look ravenous. They almost glowed in the light sprouting from Harry's wand.

"Zya, I'll help you but…how are you going to die? Aren't you like immortal or something?"

"Well I have to drink the blood of a werewolf or someone related to them by blood. My vampire abilities will diminish until I just…die," she said sheepishly. Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Harry, to make this happen, I need Teddy's blood." Harry's eyes widened and seemed not to look at Zya but to look through her.

"I don't have to bite him, Harry. I can get one those muggle pointy things…what's the word? Needles, that's it," She said trying to console her friend. He was in deep thought. He didn't want to put his godson in danger but…

"Harry, he won't be harmed. After I drink his blood I'll be bedridden. I wont be able to hurt anyone again, least of all you," She whispered. Harry still did not look at her.

"Harry I have no other choice. I don't know of any other werewolves and I…" He stopped her by placing a finger on her lips.

"Its okay. It…it just makes me think of Remus," He said slumping. Quick as a flash he had himself engulf in an ice-cold hug. She pulled him close to her and he hugged back.

"I know Harry but he's still with you. Death cannot kill his memory," she whispered into his ear. He quickly noted that her fangs and bloodied lips were still out. He pulled away and brushed a finger against the blood red lips. He looked at it curiously before bringing it to his lips and licking.

"Harry that's disgusting!" she exclaimed.

"Says the vamp," he said smiling. "Now I know why you like me so much. I taste pretty damn good," he said. The goofy grin still on his face.

"You're a fool," she said chuckling. Her expression soon became serious. "You'll help me then? With Teddy's blood?" Harry slumped once more.

"Yes but why do you want to die so much?"

"Blaise," she said before Harry was met with a cold breeze. She was gone again! Just how many dramatic outrences was she going to make?

Harry stood outside the slytherin dorm room waiting. He knew they would come and he wouldn't leave until they did. Just as he suspected they came and waited for him to move.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco sneered.

"Waiting," Harry answered briskly. He didn't feel like bothering with Draco today. Today his focus was solely on Blaise. "What did you do to Zya?"

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about," Blaise said.

"You know bloody well. What did you do? Because of you she has a mental breakdown every time she has to feed."

"Is it my fault she's so stubborn? If she would give it to me she wouldn't have this problem," Blaise said inching closer to Harry. "I know you're her donor but that doesn't give you the right to reprimand me, Potter. This is our problem and our problem alone." Blaise pushed Harry out the way and whispered the password. So faint was his whisper that Harry had no clue what it was. He was left to deal with Draco who was gaping at him in a very un-malfoyish way.

"That's what it is isn't it? You're the one she's feeding on. That's why she's always around you," Draco whispered.

"Yeah." Harry tried to head off in the other direction but Draco grabbed his hand forcing Harry to turn around. Harry was prepared to glare and pull out his wand if he needed it but was surprised by the look on Draco's face.

"I understand," Draco said letting go of Harry. He began to loosen his tie and pulled down his collar slightly. He motioned for Harry to move closer and Harry cast Lumos before gasping at the faint bite marks on Draco's lower neck. "Don't be to hard on Blaise," he said to Harry. "Theirs more than what meets the eye with him."

"Still because of him she'll die of heartbreak," Harry mumbled. Draco did not hear him and fastened his tie as Harry pulled away. They stayed that way for a minute studying the other. They had so many years hating each other. Now one girl (sorta) had brought them together in servitude. "She makes you do things?" Harry asked.

"Not really," Draco said turning from Harry and entering the common room. Harry walked towards Gryffindor tower. Inside the Slytherin common room Blaise searched for his sister but he could not find her. He even asked Pansy who said she had not seen her. Harry slept that night and dreamt of death. What does it feel like to die? Does it hurt or is it sort of liberating? I guess if Zya's so intent on it, it must not be all bad.

Unbeknownst to Harry he was not alone in his thoughts. Zya looked down at the sleeping raven-haired boy. He tossed and turned in his sleep and muttered words. The most frequent being "blood." His eyes looked extremely small without his glasses and despite his unconsciousness he seemed to be most alive while he was asleep. Zya sighed as she heard her name muttered.

"You fool. What was I thinking?" she whispered. She was so close and yet now she didn't want what she thought she wanted. She wanted to die, always had. The moment she had tasted blood she knew she didn't deserve life. All she did was take what she could never give back. Though the only person she had killed had been horrible to her she didn't like killing. She didn't like taking what was not rightfully hers. And now she was forcing her problems on someone who didn't need it. Harry didn't need to be bothered with vamps, he had enough problems. She heard her name muttered again. Harry was sweating despite the cold weather. She could smell his blood flowing and the urge to bit was overwhelming. She didn't understand, she had fed and she was still thirsty. Without thinking she gripped Harry's wrist. Making a tiny incision with her fingernail she squeezed the blood out and watched it bead. She sucked, similar to the way a human would suck through a straw, at the hole slowly. Almost intimately did she watch his dreams.

Another filler but if I go too fast it'll be extremely anticlimactic. Review please!