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"What the hell is he doing here?" I turn around to face Snape.

"Language, Delilah." Snape drawls sitting down at his desk.

"Which one? French? Spanish? Take your pick. Won't change the question." I snap. The absolute last thing I was expecting was to have to see Malachi standing here in Snape's office. Looking completely nonchalant about it too by the way, like him being here is no big deal whatsoever.

"Get a handle on your attitude Miss Kane, whatever issue you have with Malachi does not trump my authority."

"Sorry sir." I grumble, looking down at the floor. He is right after all. It's not his fault that I've been imagining kicking Malachi in the testicles for the last week.

"Now, to answer your question. I received a letter from Malachi questioning your arrival back on school grounds. And after our discussion this past week I decided to invite him for a visit."

No where in our discussion had I mentioned Malachi. I may have vaguely referenced a guy that could have been Malachi, but I'm pretty sure I spent most of my time venting about Xerxes and his crazy plan.

"He is Xerxes brother isn't that correct Delilah?" Snape continues raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, so?"

I can hear Malachi sigh behind me.

"So I thought that maybe his presence would help protect the school and it's occupants considering he knows what we could be up against." Snape explains.

"So Malachi just willingly showed up here?" I ask, still not daring to look at him. If I do I think I may pummel him. I don't care what the reason! We had a deal! He leaves me the hell alone until I graduate from this place.

"Yes." Malachi answers for Snape. I clench my fists tightly. Breathe Delilah just breathe I repeat over and over in my head as I glare down at the floor.

"Malachi warned me you may not be keen on the idea of him staying here and keeping an eye on things during the weekends but I truly think it will be for the best."

"The weekends? As in plural?" My head shoots back up to stare incredulously at Snape. Did I hear him right? I didn't... did I?

"Yes, until the threat is eliminated." He clarifies.

I laugh bitterly, "Eliminated? He's a vampire. Not many ways to do that."

"And now we have two here to keep an eye on things. Why do you think I've been so keen on you staying and keeping alert? As dangerous as you can be Delilah, you are a formidable weapon."

So it's no big deal if I chow down on students just as long as I keep an eye on them while I do it... Gah, Snape is really frustrating me off right now.

"Fine. Is that all?" I just want to leave now. Get to Draco. Make out. Feed on him. Have sex. Do anything to stop thinking of Malachi. But oh wait, it's not just thinking about him anymore. Oh no, he's bloody in the castle now. Probably going to be eavesdropping on me every second he gets.

"No. The students will think Malachi is an auror, nothing more. Understand?"

"You mean besides Beth and Draco? Sure. I'll make sure not to declare to the world that Malachi is a vampire and oh wait, he turned me into one too."

"Thank you." Snape says ignoring my blatant sarcasm.

"Can I go now?" I press.

"Yes, but show Malachi to his room. It is up by the north tower: the candle portrait."

I stifle a groan. Of course I have to show him to his room. At least it's far away from mine.

"Okay. I'll see you in potions." I remark angrily turning on my heals and heading out the door. If he wants to see where his room is he'll just have to keep up. I don't look behind me to make sure he's following. Then again I don't need to. I can hear him just a few steps behind me. We walk in silence for a few minutes. I made the decision back in Snape's office to not utter a single word to him on our jaunt through the castle but in a split instant I whirl on him in a fiery rage.

"How dare you!" I shout. Luckily we're on the fifth floor that is primarily used for only classrooms so no one is in sight. He opens his mouth to speak but I shout again, "How dare you!" This time as I push him into a nearby wall.

"What are you doing here?" I growl.

"Snape told you, I'm..."

"Bullshit."

I'm surprised by the fact he's not haughty in the least. There's absolutely no trace of any disappointed angry Malachi I saw back at the church when he decided to not say goodbye or see me off.

"I'm not giving up." He says.

"What?"

"I'm not giving up! I'm not losing you to that human prat."

I stare at him. What. The. Hell? Has he lost his mind? This can't be the same Malachi that trained me for three months to be a soulless hard core vampire. No way.

"What was our deal? I finish school with no interference from you. And here you are. Interfering." I start walking again, or more like stomping this time.

"That was before Xerxes tried to kill you."

"I can't believe you! The last time you were here you fed on one of my friends." I point out not looking at him.

"She was hardly your friend. She talked bad about you behind your back."

I shoot him a death glare.

"Fine, either way it won't happen again. I have blood, enough for the two of us."

I stop walking and face him again.

"You brought blood?" I ask, sounding for the first time, not furious.

"Yes," He answers giving me a genuine smile.

That means I won't have to feed on Draco. He's safe, and I won't have to starve myself. I shake my head to focus. All right so he did one good thing by coming here; that's it. If anything he can drop off the blood and hit the road, but no... Snape wants him to stay. I begin walking again.

"Why are you so angry? Tell me." Malachi orders grabbing my wrist and spinning me around. The sunlight streaming through the window throws him into sharp relief. I catch the tiny bits of red scattered in his wavy dark hair. His facial features look as handsome as ever and I can see his muscles through the green V-neck T-shirt he's wearing. And as my eyes travel downward I make sure I take in how good he looks in a pair of jeans. His grip tightens slightly on my wrist bringing me out of my stupor.

I yank my wrist out of his grasp and gesture towards the ceiling, "In this place you do not order me around. I am not your protege. I am a Hogwarts student."

"Are we friends Hogwarts' student?" He asks grinning slightly.

Where the hell did this personality come from? I mean really? Sure I got glimpses of it randomly during training and in Paris and when he's saving my life but come on... this is just weird.

"Friends see each other off. Friends say good bye." I counter.

"I was angry. Forgive me. Please?" He takes my hand in his and squeezes it lightly.

"Yeah, we'll see." I pull my hand away and start to head towards his room again. The rest of the way we walk in silence.

Positive side: the Hogwarts student body is safe from my blood lust, and by extension so is Draco.

Negative side: everything else.

And to top it all off it's not like I have my hormones or feelings under any type of control. I may love Draco, but I haven't even touched what I feel for Malachi, besides loathing and spite. And let's face it, Malachi is super mega foxy awesome hot. He's also a controlling douchebag extraordinair. I figured I wouldn't have to deal with him until I've graduated and left any remnants of my human life behind. But now I have to make an extensive effort not to stare at him longingly simultaneously wishing he'd spontaneously combust.

"Well, here you go." I say stopping in front of the candle painting. The melted wax looks like it has a moving face in it every time the candle flickers. Creepy.

"Come in with me." He says after flicking his wand towards the portrait. It swings open.

"Um, no thanks. I need to go do homework." Which isn't a lie. I should go to homework. I won't, but I should.

"Delilah." He says my name sweetly and steps in my way so he's blocking my exit.

"Malachi." I, however, do not say his name sweetly.

"You can't be angry at me forever."

"Watch me." I quip pushing him to the side to get past, only of course he doesn't budge and instead grabs me around the waist and pulls me close enough to kiss me. And then that's what he does. He kisses me.

And like a fool I kiss him back. His kisses are amazing don't get me wrong, they're just so different from Draco's. Oh my gosh, Draco. I pull away and slap him. Of course slapping him is like slapping a brick wall... it does nothing but sting my hand.

"Here, take these." He hands me three vials in his pocket with a stupid smirk plastered on his face. A smirk that makes him almost look like a normal teenager. Almost.

"What are they supposed to be?" I snarl glaring at the orange liquid.

"Use the disillusion charm I taught you and you'll find out. See you later Delilah." He says and then walks into his room and shuts the portrait.

I glare at the dumb creepy wax for a good thirty-seconds before I march down the hallway in an absolute fit. Jerk! I should have kicked his ass. But instead I kiss him. Stupid idiotic turd.

By the time I get to the room I'm fuming. I fling open the door, step inside, and then slam it shut.

. . .

"SLYTHERIN!"

Professor McGonagal pulls the hat off my head. She doesn't have to signal to where the table is. They're all rooting and hollering for me. Okay, so they seem friendly enough. Of course they shout for everyone but still. At least they didn't boo.

I try to glance around for my brother as I walk down the steps. I accidentally run into someone since I wasn't watching where I was going.

"Walk much Kane?" Draco asks.

I apologize and step away from him so I can begin heading towards the table again.

"I can't believe she got in Slytherin. Seems more like a Hufflepuff to me." Draco tells his friends. They all laugh loudly at my expense. I walk more quickly so I can get away from him. Once I sit down a few people pat me on the back but they're distracted by the sorting.

I look around for my brother again but don't see him. Why didn't he wave me down? Or holler my name when they called me up? I know he's told me that Slytherins and Gryffindors don't get along much but we're brother and sister. It's not like I'm some gross worm now. I'll just have to find him after the feast.

I watch the sorting counting down until the last kid is called. When Draco is called up the hat barely even touches his head before it yells out Slytherin. Guess I'm stuck with him for seven years. That's going to suck.

Nothing exciting happens until McGonagal calls out Harry Potter. The whole hall goes silent as the boy with shaggy black hair walks to the stool.

Please be in Slytherin. Please be in Slytherin. I'm sure he'd be nice, and we could become friends.

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouts.

My face falls and I slouch even lower than I already am.

"Good riddance I say. He's a wanker." Draco announces to the table in a hushed whisper.

"You only think that because he didn't want to be your friend. Not that I blame him." I say before thinking better of it.

A few girls laugh and a couple of boys make Ooo'ing sounds. Draco turns a dull shade of red. Just as I'm about to go back paying attention to the sorting Draco says, "You only say that because you don't have any friends Gryffindor lover."

"Draco that's harsh." A cute black boy says a few seats down.

"Not really Blaise. Her brother is in Gryffindor. The hat must have made a mistake. There's no way she belongs with us." Draco says loud enough so our entire side of the table can hear what he just said.

I look down at the empty space in front of me as my peers start mocking me, or staring at me, or laughing at me.

"She probably begged the hat to put her in Slytherin." Draco continues.

The tears start to well up in my eyes. The moment the Headmaster finishes his speech, which I'm too emotionally distraught to even listen to, food appears on the tables.

I take this as an opportunity to get out of here. Maybe find a bathroom and cry myself to sleep next to a toilet since that seems to be where I belong. I rush down the aisle and head outside the Great hall. I look both ways down the hall, both are incredibly dark and spooky. I have no idea where I'm going, but at least I can cry freely now. I heave a sob as I take a right down the hallway.

"Lila!" Someone shouts down the hall.

I stop walking and turn around.

"My name's Delilah." I whimper. They can't even get my name right; I should crawl into a ball right here and disappear.

"I know that silly. But I'm going to call you Lila for short. It's pretty too."

Beth, the girl I ran into at the train station, comes walking up to me. Still looking as pretty as ever even with her robes on. Unlike me. I look like an ugly freak.

"Don't listen to Draco, or any of them. They're stupid." She says hugging me.

"You got into Slytherin?" I ask, slightly ashamed I hadn't heard her name get called.

"Yeah. But on the bright side I get to hang out more with you." She smiles warmly. "Come on, let's get some food." She grabs my hand and pulls me back towards the Great Hall. I don't protest. I still have to find my brother, and she's being so kind.

When we get back to our table we find that our entire class has scooted down the table so that there is a good five feet distance between them and the end of the table. Beth completely ignores all of them and keeps walking all the way down to the edge. I, however, can't help but glance at them. No one's even looking at us.

"Here. Now we'll be able to have a pleasant dinner." Beth declares taking a seat. I sit across from her. I'm thankful she's going out of her way to be friendly to me, but at what cost? They're going to ignore her now too.

"You don't have to do this. I don't want you to get shunned too." I say sadly.

"Are you kidding? I'd rather be shunned with you then welcomed by those jerks." She lifts up her glass. I do the same.

"To new friends." She says.

"To new friends." I repeat as we clink our glasses together.

. . .

I let out a loud scream as I toss down the vials onto the couch and stomp around the room. I don't care if I'm acting like a three year old. I'm emotional, dramatic, and haven't fed in a week. All I do is think about the consequences and act mature and try to keep the ones I love out of danger. I never do anything reckless when it comes to others. I'm a good vampire. Yet I'm punished. I just want to act like a damn teenager again.

"Oh boy. What happened?" Draco chuckles coming out of his room. At least he's fully dressed now. He's wearing a black sweater and black pants. Black really does look good on him. Really really good.

"Shit. Shit is what happened. And then it blew up in my face." I growl collapsing to the couch next to the vials. The vials that I know are blood. I won't need to feed on Draco anymore... that's still a positive side right... who needs sexy Draco blood anyways?

"That sounds incredibly unfortunate. Care to elaborate?" The grin on his face calms me down a little bit. It's not a mocking grin, if it had been I think I would have gone psycho on his ass.

"Remember Malachi?" I ask slowly, taking a deep breath.

"Is this a trick question?"

"Well he's staying here at Hogwarts on the weekends now." I say.

"What?" His calm demeanor freezes over. It doesn't matter that they worked together to save my life. It's obvious that they both despise each other.

"Yeah. And I'm furious. This is my home. Mine. He has no right to be here. I don't care if it's to keep an eye out for Xerxes. I don't want him here Draco. He'll just mess everything up!" I cry. I've done practically everything he's ever asked. I just wanted this one damn thing! For him to leave me alone while I'm here at school!

"Lila," Draco says kneeling down on the floor in front of me. I make sure not to look at him. I sound pathetic and am just embarrassing myself.

"Look at me," He orders cupping my face in his hands so I'm staring directly into his eyes. "He is not in control of you. You've dealt with my bullshit for six years. You can deal with his. You're better than him." He says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I blush slightly under his gaze, his words, his touch... who the hell knows. And that's when I snap, and completely lose my mind.

"God, I want you."

"What?" His eyes widen but he doesn't pull his hand away or even flinch. I should play it off, pretend like I'm just playing around but I can't. I won't.

"I want you. I want to tear off your clothes climb on top of you and not get off until you..."

"Woah, Delilah. Where is this coming from?" This time he does take his hand down and stands up. He's not disgusted, I can tell by the growing speed of his heart rate pounding in my ears; he's just surprised.

"What do you mean? We've been friends with benefits for about a month now and we haven't even had sex once." I stand up too, all anxiety and worry gone from my body.

"True, but I think you're turning your frustration about Malachi being here into..."

"Into sexual frustration? Yes, you're probably right. Who cares?" I say taking off my shirt so I'm standing in front of him with only my bra and sweat pants on.

He eyes me hungrily but backs up at the same time, "Delilah, would you stop and think for a second."

"Are you crazy? That's all I ever do is think. Or is it that you're just not working right... down there?"

He stops moving backwards. His eyebrow raises ever so slightly as if to ask if he had heard me right. He had.

"I mean, if that's the issue then just tell me. I'm sure it'll fix itself eventually." I say bending down to pick my shirt back up.

His fingers grip my shoulder tightly and yanks me back up. His lips crash down into mine as he steers me, back first, into the closest wall. I hit it hard not bothering to stop kissing him.

He presses his hips against me and breaks away to whisper, "Do you think it's working Delilah?"

I grin to myself. I knew I'd hit a nerve with that comment. "Yes. Very nicely I might add." I say wrapping my legs around him. His hands cup my butt as he supports my weight against the wall. He starts kissing me again and I welcome each kiss eagerly. He pulls away from the wall and carries me over to my room and tosses me on the bed.

"You're sure you want this?" He asks, his macho sexy confidence faltering for a second.

"We need to take this damn sweater off." I command scooting back to the edge of the bed. I grab the edges of his shirt and yank up pulling it up and off of him. I literally could have stopped and just stared at him for hours, but I don't have that much self control. So I don't stop. I stand up and begin to unbuckle his pants.

"You didn't answer the question." He says placing his hands on mine stopping them from getting any closer to what they want. What I want.

"Of course I'm sure. We've only been beating around the bush this whole damn time. Now let go." He does and I continue to unbutton and unzip his pants. I then turn him around and push him down onto the bed. I take the hem of his pants and pull them off so he's lying on the bed with nothing but black boxer shorts on. I smile wickedly as I shimmy out of my own pants.

He watches me completely mesmerized as I climb onto the bed and crawl on top of him. I begin to kiss him gently at first. His hands travel my body as lie down on top of him. I could probably make a map of every ripple and crevice on his chest. If possible he grows even harder underneath me. I let out a sigh.

"We have to stop." Draco says suddenly pushing my shoulders back.

"Why?" I ask flirtatiously leaning down for another kiss.

"Because you'll regret this later."

"Doubtful." I chuckle. But when I try to kiss him again he pushes me all the way off of him and sits up. "What the hell? I'm practically throwing myself at you. What more do you want?"

"I don't know. I just know this isn't right." He mutters scooting off the edge of the bed so his back is to me.

"You're a guy. This is fucking perfect."

"Don't say that Delilah." He whispers.

"This is bullshit and you know it. You walk around half naked flaunting yourself around this place but when I react you say no? Bullshit." I didn't have time to even think about drinking his damn blood. I was so caught up in his body. I get off the bed and stand on the opposite side of him staring at his stupid perfect back.

"The only reason why you've given in is because Malachi is here. You just want to piss him off or get your mind off of him. Maybe both." He stands and turns around to face me, "But I'm not going to be apart of it."

"Oh boy! Draco's found a conscious? Let's alert the media." I growl. His eyes narrow dangerously.

Three loud knocks come from the front door. Neither one of us move. We continue to glare at each other.

Again, more knocks. This time twice as loud. "Delilah!"

"It's Beth." I say stoically. "I'll get it. Too much chivalry from you might throw the whole world off balance." I add in the meanest tone I can muster. I grab the nearest shirt, which just so happens to be his, throw it on and stomp out to the door.

I fling it open just as she's about to knock again. She takes one glance at me and her eyes practically pop out of her head.

"Did I interrupt something? Were you having sex?" She says the last part in the softest whisper imaginable.

"No." I say bitterly pulling her inside and slamming the door.

"Were you about to? Did you finally tell Draco how you feel? Did he carry you into the room and throw rose petals on the bed and ask if he could make love to you?"

I stare at her in bewilderment.

"No. None of the above. I wanted to have sex and he said no."

"You wanted... and he said... and then nothing?" She repeats incredulously.

"Nothing. Stupid tease." I growl as I walk over to the couch and pick up a vial.

"He actually said no?" She asks again while I search for my wand.

"Yes!" I snap. I think I may have left it in the kitchen last night...

"Did you at least feed on him?"

"Beth," I say calmly after taking a very deep breath, "why don't you go into my room and just talk to your fiance. Okay?"

I find my wand the moment she disappears into my room. Finally. I place the vial on the counter mutter the spell and a pop and cloud of smoke later a bag of blood is lying before me. I grab a straw and punch it in the bag. I walk over to the couch, fall onto it, and begin to drink my breakfast. Stupid humans.

"She needs your blood! Did you chicken out?"

I close my eyes and listen to their conversation. Oopsie, Beth's pissed. At least that's not my fault.

"Of course not."

"But you said no to sex? You?" she sounds absolutely confused.

"Look Beth, I don't know how I did it. In all honesty I wanted nothing more than to rip off her bra and underwear and..."

"Ew, okay. I get it. Let's not talk about my best friend that way okay?"

"Sorry. My point is that I don't intend to have sex with her just because she's angry that Malachi showed up."

"Oh boy, so she found out about him already then?"

"Yes, she definitely found out already." His voice sounds almost amused as he says this.

I take a few more gulps of blood and sit up. This blood isn't working. Usually blood calms me down and gives me this euphoric high. Instead all I'm feeling is increasingly embarrassed and somewhat depressed. I lay down the blood and sit with my head in my hands. Have I lost my mind? I can't imagine a better way to have humiliated myself.

Act like a sexually aggressive bimbo. Check. Practically hurl my virginity at sexy guy. Check. Throw a fit when sexy guy acts decent. Check. Sulk. Check.

"I'm sure it's just a mixture of stress and her thirst. I mean I know I get bitchy when I'm hungry." Beth says calmly.

I squeeze my eyes shut trying to block out the rest of their conversation. I don't want to hear his response to that. I feel absolutely and completely awful. Even though we're just friends with benefits he doesn't deserve to be a red herring. The fact I was so close to taking complete advantage of him makes me sick.

I stand up. I need to get out of here. But unfortunately I need pants and my pants are in my room with Draco and Beth. I pick up my T-shirt and study it. I guess this will have to do. I grab my wand and transform the T-shirt into a skirt. Nothing fancy, but at least it covers my ass.

I transform the empty bag of blood back into a vial and toss it in the trash. I hear movement in my room. Time to go. I rush to the door and am half way through it when Beth calls out my name. I groan and turn around.

"Yes?" I ask looking only at Beth, even though Draco is standing right next to her, still shirtless.

"Feeling better?" She asks politely.

"Or are you off to find another guy to seduce?" His tone is light and humorous.

Beth smacks Draco on the arm. Even though I know he's joking I can't help but look down at the floor.

"He was kidding." She says hurriedly walking towards me.

"I know." I mumble.

"Lila don't beat yourself up okay? I have to go because if Gretel gets caught without me we're both in for a torturous detention session. Speaking of which, don't leave Draco's side this weekend. The Carrow's are cracking down on this stupid project." She walks up to me and gives me a hug. I hug her back gently and step aside so she can get by.

"See you later." I mutter closing the door behind her.

So much for escaping.

"Want to see if I can say no again?" Draco asks his voice full of laughter.

"Shut up." I say as I attempt to walk by him so I can lock myself in my room for the rest of the weekend, maybe eternity. He grabs my arm and twists me around to face him. The humor gone from his face.

"You know why I stopped us right?"

"You didn't want to be used." I say shrugging my shoulders as if it was just common sense.

"No. That I'm fine with. I'm even fine with you taking any anger you have for Malachi out on me."

I look at him questioningly. That doesn't make much sense.

"I knew you'd regret sleeping with me afterwards."

"That's not true." I say forcefully. I don't regret getting involved with him. I just regret that it can never be normal between us. For obvious reasons. Why would I mind having sex with him?

"Not because you wouldn't enjoy it. Oh you'd enjoy it." He smiles cockily, "It's because you wouldn't have done it for you. You would have been doing it to piss him off."

From the touch of his hand I know he's telling the truth. He's also not over that whole soiree. In fact, I'm sure if I tried to seduce him again right now he wouldn't put up as much of a fight. Or any fight for that matter.

"But I thought you like pissing him off?"

"I do. But not at the expense of you. I care about you too much." He says moving his hand from my arm up to my face.

"There's that word again. Care. I'm just a friend. Blahdy blah blah."

Whoops. Well, that came out of nowhere. I really should have stayed in bed this morning. I have no control of my brain at all today. But he doesn't get annoyed or frustrated at my sudden outburst. He just grins.

"You have absolutely no patience." He pulls me into a sweet kiss that grows into complete passion. He's still shirtless so of course my hands begin to roam, but he grabs them and holds them firmly in his, our fingers interlock. It's just kissing. But it feels like so much more than that. There's more than just lust that I'm feeling from him; he feels exorbitantly joyous.

A loud knock at the door pulls us back down to earth.

"What could she have possibly left?" Draco groans leaning his forehead against mine.

"I'll ask." I laugh pulling away from his embrace. I don't know how such a dreadful situation could result in me being this happy. Maybe because I have hope now. Hope that I don't have this unrequited love festering inside of me. That is why he feels like a ray of sunshine right?

I open the door about to tell her that this time she is definitely interrupting but I stop short.

It's not Beth standing in our doorway. It's Malachi. And he looks livid.


This whole ending with Malachi thing is fun.

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