Soooooo . . . I kinda took a long time on this, sorry. But you know, senior year, college applications, community service, homework, they all kind of take a lot of time. But here it is anyways, I don't know when the next one will be but let's keep our fingers that it'll be soon, k?

Pairings:

Harry/Edward (duh!), Alice/Jasper, Esme/Carlisle, Rosalie/Emmett, Draco/?, Luna/?, ?/? (I'm allowed to keep some pairing secret, and if you know the pairs DON'T RUIN IT FOR THE OTHERS!)

Disclaimer:

Hate these things but I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. Blah

Chapter 3

Edward was feeling slightly irritated – okay, maybe it was more than slightly – and frustrated as he drove home from school. It didn't help his mood that Alice was being unrelentlessly persistent in her questions – both vocal and not – and even Bella was being unnecessarily annoying. He looked in the rear view mirror and glared at the old red Chevy behind him. It took all of his years of self control not to growl, that would have been like giving in. But it was maddening, and he was sure Bella was supposed to be grounded.

"Edward," Alice called, finally vocalizing her thoughts, her impatience thinning even more than usual. Edward sighed and ignored her, much to her ire. He was not ready to tell her – or anyone else as a matter of fact – what was ailing him. It was too personal and embarrassing. No, he was determined to solve this . . . problem on his own, and he would solve it.

Just as soon as the allusive Harry Potter would stop to hear him out, although he doubted the teen would. Even now he could feel the boy's heated glare, and he wondered if that was how Bella had felt the day they first met. Not that it was the first time he had actually met Harry. And given the circumstance he was actually a bit relieved that Harry had acted the way he did. But it didn't mean that he enjoyed being avoided. Granted, he'd give Harry his space, but it was only a matter of time before he took the boy. No matter what happened, Harry was his.

Edward sighed and pushed the thoughts of Harry to the back of his mind as he neared the house. He didn't want to alert Jasper to his feeling just yet. Just for a little bit he was hoping he could keep this a secret and keep all those in the household oblivious to his new attraction.

Edward pulled the car – his precious Volvo – into the garage, still tuning out a pouting Alice, and exited the vehicle quickly. If he was lucky he knew he'd be able to retreat to his room and ignore the rest of his family there. Even though they were all unnaturally strong and could easily take out a measly piece of wood, the entire family all understood the importance of privacy and a locked door. If Carlisle taught them nothing he at least made sure that they all knew that. Luck, however, wasn't on his side when he had to stop to greet Esme, giving Alice just the right amount of time to corner him.

"Edward," Alice hissed, her displeasure quite evident in her tone. "You know I hate not being able to see. What happened? What was that today," she demanded. Esme's welcoming smile vanished, turning into a frown when she caught on to her children's mood. She looked between the two in confusion.

"What's going on? Did something happen? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Edward said in answer to both of their questions. He then turned, wanting nothing more than to retreat to the comfort of his room so that he may think, only to be met with another obstacle in the form of Bella. She stormed loudly into the room and glared at him.

"What did you do to Harry?" she demanded. "And don't you dare say 'nothing.'" Edward didn't answer, because he knew Bella would see through his lie. She always had a habit of picking up on things he didn't want her to know. Edward used to find it endearing, but right now, it was just plain annoying.

"Who's Harry," Esme asked into the silence, confusion coloring her melodic voice.

"Harry's the one I told you about. He moved into that house a mile or so out from here on Saturday," Bella explained, looking quickly at Esme before turning back to glare accusingly at Edward, "When I met him he was perfectly polite, but all day today, whenever Edward showed up Harry would disappeared. And in Chemistry, Harry was practically glaring a hole into Edward's head. So, I'll ask again: 'What did you do to Harry?'" Edward sighed and threaded his fingers through his hair in a clear sign of his frustration, and he averted his eyes away from those in the room.

"Nothing . . . really," he said cryptically and Alice growled lowly, the sound sounding foreign coming from her. Sensing his wife's spiking frustration, Jasper appeared at the small vampire's side. Edward watched – a little bit envious – as the blonde ran his hand down Alice's back in a soothing manner and the girl visible relaxed. With Alice calm, Jasper let his golden eyes drift around the room, tasting the emotions of those there. His brows knitted together in confusion as he turned to face Edward.

Who are you thinking about? He questioned in his mind. Edward chose to ignore him. He didn't want to tell them about his green-eyed beauty. And then, for a moment, Edward's thoughts were consumed with thoughts of Harry. That smooth pale skin, those petal red lips, all that thick black hair, and those eyes . . .

"Edward," Jasper called, shifting slightly from the intense emotion rolling off of the mind-reader. "Why are you feeling so . . . lustful?" Edward tensed up as everyone turned to look at him with wide eyes. Then Alice's face lit up like a Christmas tree and Edward inwardly groaned.

"Oh, this is so exciting! Edward, you've —"

"Ah, Carlisle is here," Edward suddenly announced, cutting off whatever it was that Alice was about to say. He flitted over to the door to open it for his sire, feeling immensely grateful for the distraction. Carlisle entered the room with a smile of his beautiful face and confusion in his warm, golden eyes.

"Hello," he greeted them all pleasantly. "Did I miss something?"

"Edward's found his mate," Alice blurted quickly before Edward could even think to stop her. Edward turned to gap at his little 'sister' with wide eyes – not able to believe her gall – but she simply grinned cheekily back at him.

"Is that true," Carlisle asked, surprised, turning his always intense gaze onto his first son. It had only been three days ago that Edward had realized that he was, at the very least, bisexual. Surely he couldn't have met his mate in such a short time period?

"Well, I'm not really certain if he's my mate or not," Edward answered a bit hesitant; making sure Alice could see the accusing glare he was giving her. He then made a face at Carlisle's hopeful thoughts.

"Oh, well, what's the boy like?" At that Edward had to shrug his shoulders.

"I don't really know," he admitted, and then added bitterly, "I haven't really gotten a chance to get to know him." Behind him, Alice and Bella shared a knowing look. They had a very good idea who Edward was 'pinning' for.

"Well, have you tried reading his mind?" Esme asked, getting confused again.

"Yes, but I can't read him mind," Edward answered much to everyone's surprise.

"You mean like me?" Bella asked, feeling a little relived that she wasn't completely abnormal.

"Not quite," Edward told her and she frowned. "With you, I can't hear anything. It's like you're not really there. But with him, it's like I'm constantly running into a wall. His mind is there, I just can't get to it." He explained to them as best as he could. Thinking about it now was actually giving him a headache.

"So, Harry has, like, a barrier in his mind or something?" Bella asked, and Edward shrugged, still lost in his thoughts. "Oh, well what about Draco and Luna?"

"Same thing," Edward answered absently.

"Oh, hmm . . . that's weird." Bella then turned and grinned at Alice and the pixie-like vampire grinned back. "Well, at least we now know that Harry's your mate." She commented nonchalantly. This seemed to snap Edward from his stupor and he looked over at the two grinning girls in shock.

"I never said that," he remarked numbly, groaning inwardly.

"But you hinted at it," Bella pointed out. Edward opened his mouth to object but Alice cut him off.

"It's okay Edward, we completely approve," she told him, and Bella nodded in agreement. They seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"Who's Harry," Carlisle asked in amused confusion. Alice whirled around to face him, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Oh, you'll just love him," she said, bouncing on her toes. "Harry's just about the most interesting human ever. I just know we'll be best friends."

"Alice, you just met him today," Bella reasoned with a teasing smile. Alice rolled her eyes and shook her head at Bella, as if the girl was missing something obvious. "But Alice is right, Harry is wonderful. A complete gentleman and he has the most adorable accent. Completely perfect for you Edward." Edward sighed and shook his head. For the first time in his afterlife, he felt like hitting his head against something really hard, if only so that he could be unconscious.

Harry stared blankly ahead, not sure what to make of the man standing across from him. He had been quite sure he was alone in these woods, but here was he – a being so beautiful they could not be real. The man stared back, his eyes a smothering dark gold and Harry saw something stirring in them that he had witnessed in the eyes of a few of his more . . . promiscuous fans. Lust. Undulated lust.

Harry swallowed hard and the tense moment shattered as the man moved. Harry blinked and he was suddenly right next to him – this auburn haired angel. Harry wanted to know who he was, what he was doing there so far into the woods, but one look into the stranger's eyes and all words escaped him.

As if drawn by some magnetic force, the man reached out and curved his hand around Harry's cheek. A jolt of electricity shot down Harry's spin and he gasped, and then suddenly he was on his back and the man was hovering over him. His eyes were completely black now and Harry thought he'd be swallowed up by them.

"Mine," the man growled, but the sound was so beautiful that Harry shivered. "Mine," he growled again, and he was leaning in. Harry lost all thought, his mind went blank and he reached up to meet the stranger's lips. "Mine," that beautiful voice murmured once more against his lips. Harry's arms lifted upward and he wrapped them around the man's neck. Hard hands splayed out and ran up and down Harry's sides. A moan came unbidden to Harry's lips.

Everything seemed to have exploded around him in a flash of white light. The feeling was too intense when the stranger bucked down. Harry felt disoriented; his head was dizzy and things seemed to swirl in his vision even though his eyes were closed.

Harry groaned and threw back his head as cool lips trailed down his neck. Fingers dug into his hips, pressing them more firmly together. Harry felt as if he were sinking into fire, his whole body was burning up. And suddenly, he wanted more.

With surprising ease, Harry flipped the stranger over, straddling him and moving his hips in a slow circle. The man gasped and his dark eyes seemed to cloud over. The nails digging into his hips tightened and Harry smirked superiorly. He leaned down, running his lips over the square jaw, down the smooth neck . . . and was stopped by the man's shirt.

Harry growled and, without even thinking about it, ripped the shirt open – ignoring the buttons completely. The stranger made some odd purr/growling sound in the back of his throat and then Harry was once again pressed into the grass – those icy lips pressed against his own before he could even gasp in surprise. The man's tongue darted out of his mouth, running over Harry's bottom lip and Harry opened his mouth without protest. He settled his hands in the guy's hair, tugging on it as the two battled for dominance.

They were rolling in the grass now, trying to outdo the other. Harry was gasping for breath when they finally broke apart.

"Bloody hell," he whispered as heat pooled in his stomach. The stranger sucked in a breath sharply, and just as suddenly as he had come upon Harry, he was gone. Harry laid on his back, blinking dazedly up at the slate sky. "Bloody hell." he said again, but this time in horror.

Harry groaned and sank down into the comfy chair that reminded him strongly of the Gryffindor common room. He had finally gotten Teddy to sleep and all he wanted to do now was relax. Of course, that was easier said than done. Every time he closed his eyes, an image of Edward Cullen would drift into his mind, and that would remind him of what had happened only two days ago. No matter how hard he tried to shake away the thought, it would always come back to haunt him. That horribly embarrassing day, constantly drifting on the edges of his mind, waiting to ambush him. With a sigh of defeat, Harry opened his eyes and looked around the room.

He was sitting in the North Den, the sitting room located on the second floor. This room was done up in shades of browns. The chair he was sitting in was suede and it sat in front of a stone fireplace, and the carpet was dark brown. The walls were a nice tan that looked warm in the afternoon sun, which was making another rare appearance by peeking through the feeble veil of clouds. There was a dark oak desk sitting across the room from the fireplace. The wall behind the desk was fitted with a bookcase, all of its shelves filled. The portrait of one of Harry's ancestors – Adrian Potter – snoozed on one wall and Harry stared at him for a while before getting up.

He walked absently toward the kitchen, wondering what he was going to make for dinner, when he passed the Records Hall, which was the small library that held all important information pertaining to the Potter family. The door was cracked open and through the slit Harry saw two figures leaning over the main desk at the far end of the room.

"What are you doing?" Harry questioned, and the two blondes looked up, looking slightly like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Neither said a word, they just stared at Harry before Luna smiled, turned, and stuck her head into the stone Pensive and disappeared from sight. Draco hesitated for a moment, looking apprehensive before he followed after the odd girl. Deeply confused, Harry walked over to the Pensive and peered down into it. He looked around for a moment, not sure what to do, before he dunked his head into the swirling white liquid. He felt as if he had been doused with a cold Agumenta as he was pulled through a dark spiraling tunnel before he crashed painfully on his back in the middle of a meadow.

The area was bathed in a warm buttery light, much like the odd sunshine that had graced Forks on Saturday. Harry stood up and looked around, and his stomach clenched painfully as a feeling of déjà-vu swept over him. The feeling increased as he approached Luna and Draco, who were standing, frozen, staring at something. He peered over their shoulder and felt his stomach drop at the sight of the two figures entangled on the grass before him. Harry had to quickly look away, his face burning.

"Oh, my," Luna murmured on a gasp just as Draco mumbled, "Merlin's beard." Harry made the mistake of turning back around and he immediately turned a darker shade of red. He truly understood the saying curiosity killed the cat, and at the moment he felt like he could die from embarrassment.

The scene was one that he had failed to mention to Draco and Luna. He hadn't cared to mention that he had actually met Edward, although he hadn't known that that was the teen's name at the time. The meeting had been very brief and consisted of few words, but the two had gotten to know each other very well.

Harry shook his head and looked away again, the image of himself straddling Edward Cullen burned into his retinas. Harry wished desperately that a hole would just open up and swallow him, anything for him to escape the horrifically embarrassing scene. As if Fate was on his side for the first time, the memory ended and the three were spat out, unceremonially, onto the library floor.

Harry pulled himself to his feet and preoccupied himself with dusting imaginary dust off his clothes before sitting down on the armchair situated a few feet away from the desk, making it a point not to look at the two blondes in the room. He looked at everything: The dark blue walls, the tall shifting bookcases, the wide fireplace, the moving portraits of his random ancestors, the floating books, everything but the two that were staring at him.

"Well," Draco drawled after a bout of tense silence. Harry sighed and looked over at the former aristocrat.

"Well what?" he asked, his tone rather rude and his eyes narrowed. Draco's back straightened at the defensive tone, and his silver eyes flashed in annoyance.

"Well Potter, I never figured you for a queer," he sneered. "Who knew the Gryffindor Golden Boy was gayer than a fairy. So much for that polished hero image." Harry bristled like an agitated cat, and his eyes narrowed even more until they were thin green slits.

"Stuff it Malfoy. You're just bent because you never had a hero image."

"Boys," Luna snapped, stopping the fight she could feel was about to begin before either boy got too agitated. "Stop this right now." The former rivals turned to look at the girl in shock. Never before had Luna snapped at them, and Harry was immediately feeling guilty.

"Sorry," he mumbled in apology, looking at the floor guiltily. Draco huffed haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest. That was about as much of an apology Harry thought the Malfoy could give. Luna sighed and shook her head in disapproval before sitting down on the arm of Harry's chair.

"Now, James would you like to talk about it?" she asked as she draped her arm around the taller boy's shoulders – the rainbow colored bangles on his wrist clattering loudly.

"Not really," Harry mumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest and leaning his forehead against them.

"Oh, quit being a baby Potter," Draco cut across, his annoyance coming back. "So you were intimate with a stranger, there's no need to act like a bloody virgin girl. If I were you I'd be celebrating the fact that some hot bloke took a liking to me. I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem," Harry started, reeling in shock from Draco's words of . . . support? . . . "Is that he practically attacked me, and he's a stranger." He looked at the Malfoy a little suspiciously and Luna giggled, as if the blonde calling someone a 'hot bloke' was a normal thing.

"Well," Draco retorted on a snort. "If you'd stop avoiding him he wouldn't be a stranger, now would he?"

"But . . . but . . ." Harry stammered, at a loss. He looked searchingly at Luna, but she simply shrugged unhelpfully.

"Exactly, you have no argument." Draco smirked triumphantly at Harry's lost look. "Now, got your act together before I hex you."

"Magic," Harry suddenly exclaimed, making Draco jump back and into the desk from shock. He cursed lowly when his foot banged painfully against the leg of the desk and then glared at Harry as if it was the teen's fault.

"What?" He growled through gritted teeth.

"My magic," Harry repeated, not seeming to notice Draco's ire. "It goes bonkers every time Cullen comes around. That's got to be a good enough reason to stay away from him." Harry then looked smugly from Draco to Luna, but neither looked like they agreed with him. Draco stared at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open, and Luna stared at him with slight amusement.

"Are you a bloody idiot?" Draco suddenly roared, waking Rosalina Potter. She hissed angrily at him before disappearing out of the edge of her frame in a flip of chestnut-colored hair. "Don't you know anything? Are you really that ignorant?" Harry blinked in shock, like he didn't understand and that was only confirmed by the unintelligent 'Huh?' that passed his lips.

"Honestly, didn't you pay attention in school? Did you ever think to pick up a bloody book? In History of Magic they clearly tell you all about what happens when you meet your destined one. You know, your life mate."

"Wizards have mates?" Harry asked dumbly. Luna sighed and patted him on the head like one would a confused child.

"Back off Dragon, you know James was brought up by Muggles," she told Draco in a calm tone, angering the boy slightly with her choice of a nickname.

"Muggles have nothing to do with it. If he'd pick up a bloody book . . ." the blonde muttered lowly to himself, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

"Wait, wait," Harry spoke up after a moment of digesting this news. "Are you saying that I have a mate, and it's Edward Cullen?" Harry's voice was amused and he looked at both blondes as if he expected one of them to burst out laughing, claiming it was all to be a joke. When that didn't happen his shoulders sagged. "No way. How?"

"Bloody hell if I know," Draco said with a shrug. "But Cullen has to have at least a bit of magic in him, right?" He looked over at Luna and the girl nodded in the affirmative.

"So, what, he's a wizard too?"

"He doesn't have to be a wizard to be your mate," Luna informed him. "And I don't think he is. I don't even think he's human . . . anymore." Harry sighed, not liking the situation at all. Why couldn't he have a normal life for once?

"I guess I can agree with you there," he mumbled rather reluctantly. "But, then, what is he?"

"Oh, I believe that would be quite simple to find out," she informed him with a wink. She then stood up and glided over to the desk where there was a stack of books that had yet to be sorted into the right library. "This should be helpful." She turned around and in her hand she had a book titled Magical Beast and Where to Find Them Vol. 1.

"Ugh," Harry groaned, stretching his arms out above his head. He heard the satisfying pop of his bones readjusting and sighed. He then slid Mythological Creatures of the Deep off of his lap and yawned. They had been at the books for an hour and they had yet to come across what the enigma that was Edward Cullen was. "This is pointless," Harry complained. Draco glared at Harry from over Creeper Creatures and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Look, I'll go and cook us up something and you two can keep looking if you want."

"Whatever. It's not like you were helping anyways, Potter," Draco drawled before disappearing behind his book once more. Harry look questionably at Luna but she just let out a distracted "Hum," and continued to read her book: Beasties of the Forest. Harry sighed and shook his head as he left the Records Hall.

He wandered once more down to the kitchen, nodding at the portraits that bade him hello on his way. Halfway there a house elf appeared before him. Her ears were droopy and she was dressing in an old doll's dress. The elf Harry now recognized as Misty, bowed lowly before speaking.

"Master Harry, little Master Teddy has awoke and requests Master Harry, sir," she said, speaking to the floor. Harry sighed and turned around to walk back up the spiraling staircase.

"Thanks Misty," he called back to the still bowing elf.

"Tis nothing, Master Harry." And then Misty disappeared with a loud crack.

Teddy was standing up in his crib, the bars fisted in his hands, when Harry walked into his room. He stared unblinking at Harry with large green eyes and a smile split his face when Harry approached.

"Ah!" he shouted, reaching out toward Harry. Harry grinned and pulled the 15-month-old boy into his arms.

"Hey there little man!" Teddy giggled, flashing another set of perfect pearly whites. "Come on, you're gonna help your godfather make dinner." Teddy laughed and clapped his hands before launching into a longwinded baby babble, which he continued all through the first half of Harry's dinner making process. He only stopped when Luna came streaking through the kitchen, a book clutched firmly in her hands and Draco trailing after her, looking highly amused.

"James!" Luna practically squealed, making Harry jump and nearly burned himself on the stove. Harry spun around to face the overly excited girl.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Is someone hurt?" Luna paused for a moment, a large grin spreading across her face as she dropped the heavy tomb onto the island.

"I —"

"We," Draco cut in, still looking amused. Luna rolled her eyes in a very un-Luna-like fashion.

"We found it. We know what Cullen is!" Harry blinked and dropped the spoon he was holding into the pot of bubbling tomato sauce.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief. He glanced briefly at the title of the old tomb: Magical Bites and Its Affect on Its Victims, before looking back up at Luna. "Okay, so what is he?" Luna took a deep breath as if steeling herself to deliver some dramatic news, or at least that's what it felt like to Harry.

"Edward Cullen is a vampire." As if the words were some sort of trigger, Draco began to laugh uncontrollably. Harry blinked, looking from both blondes in confusion.

"But . . . but how can he be around people? And why aren't his eyes red?"

"It has to have something to do with his diet," Luna told him, trying to ignore Draco's obnoxious laughter. "A vampire's eyes are normally red because human blood turns it that color. I'm going to have to assume that they drink something different. But what, I don't know. . . ." Luna trailed off, clearly lost in thought. It was only at times like these that Harry could really see the Ravenclaw in her.

"Okay, so he's a vampire," Harry said, breaking the girl out of her thoughts. "That doesn't explain why Mr. Ego is dying of laughter right now." Harry motioned toward the blonde aristocrat that was rolling around on the floor, clutching his stomach in a move he would normally call undignified. Luna threw the teen an annoyed look.

"Frankly, I don't know." She said, sounding as annoyed as she looked. "He said something about submissive, but you can't expect me to understand half the things that come out of his mouth." Harry blinked and stared after the girl as she stalked off. Something was seriously wrong with this picture. Draco was the one that was normally annoyed. After a moment's debate, Harry chalked it up to the two being around each other a little too much.

With a sigh and a shake of his head Harry turned back to the stove, trying to ignore Draco's laughter and Teddy's small giggles.

"I don't wanna." The childish retort only served to further aggravate the blonde it was directed at. Draco scowled darkly and pulled out his wand, the threat of a hex in his eyes.

"I won't say it again. Move it, Potter." Harry stubbornly crossed his arms like a petulant child and looked away. "Potter," Draco growled in warning.

"Why can't I just stay here and take care of Teddy? I don't really need to go to school."

"If I must be subjected to this Muggle madness then you, as our rightful leader, must suffer with me." Draco grounded out. "What's that Muggle saying?"

"The Captain always sinks with his ship," Luna offered helpfully from her perch on the kitchen counter. Harry peered under Draco's arm so that he could glare at her but she seemed oblivious, humming some song and swinging her legs.

"Exactly. So be a Captain and hop aboard." Harry almost laughed at Draco, almost, but laughing would have probably earned him a very painful hex. "And don't you dare say another word about Teddy. I have Tibs watching him today so you're free to go to school unattached."

"Now wait just one damn minute —" Harry spluttered, now glaring up at the blonde towering over him.

"No, you wait a minute." Draco immediately cut in. "Stop being a bloody coward and get your arse in that Muggle contraption before I'm forced to make you do so." And he would do it, Harry could see that now. With a small sigh, Harry gave in.

Harry was a bundle of nerves as he drove them to school. Draco had demanded at first that he drive, but Harry kind of wanted them to live so he had grudgingly got behind the wheel. The car was deadly silent accept from Draco's constant muttering, which he had been doing since they first started to drive.

"Honestly, scared of a Vampire, the nerve . . . our bloody Savior? Ha! As if . . . If I didn't know any better . . . disgrace to all of Wizarding kind . . . bloody ponce . . ." Harry tried to ignore him, but then he would think about where he was heading and the nerves would come back full force. By the time they had reached the school, Harry felt like he had swallowed a box of Doxie eggs – which wasn't a very pleasant feeling.

"I really can't do this," Harry announced suddenly, pulling the car into a parking spot and then letting it stall. He bounced his leg nervously as he glance out the window at the students milling around outside of the school. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

". . . And where the bloody hell is all that Gryffindor courage now . . ." Draco's voice rose suddenly as he voiced this part of him mutterings. Harry was still looking out the window and as a patch of girls walked by he spotted Bella and the two Cullens walking toward their car.

"Down the toilet with my breakfast," Harry injected as his nausea increased, but Draco didn't even acknowledge his presence. Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but it didn't seem to help at all. "I really can't do this."

"It's a bit too late to ditch now," Luna piped up from the back seat, and Harry was struck once again by a Muggle saying leaving a Pureblood's mouth. First Draco and now Luna, the world was going insane.

Harry watched the three figures and when they were in line with his car he briefly considered running them over, but then Bella would get hurt . . . unless he moved her carefully out of the way. Would the car even do any damage to Edward anyways?

Almost as if she could hear his thoughts, Luna tapped Harry on the head and said, "Don't even think about it." Harry heaved a heavy sigh and nearly jumped at the sound of a door opening, but it was just Draco.

As Slytherin got out of the car, he shot Harry a glare that clearly said 'Don't make me bodily pull you from this car'. Harry grimaced and quickly scrambled out after him, even thought his stomach was twisted into painful knots. Draco was already known to be irritable and violent in the mornings, there was no need to add to it. As soon as he stepped out, he was immediately faced with a cheerful brunette.

"Good morning!" Alice chirped happily. Harry blinked and her before mumbling a quiet good morning back. He then gave her and Bella a smile and then practically pulled Draco and Luna toward the school building. Along the way Harry trying really hard to ignore the stare he could feel burning into the back of his head. When they were safe from the rest of the student body, Draco pulled Harry roughly into an empty bathroom. Luna strolled in casually after them and sat down on a sink, humming – she always seemed to be humming something, but never anything Harry recognized.

"Alright, Potter, let me get this out now," Draco started, staring Harry straight in the eye. "I don't want to have to drag you back here after you try to make a run for it, because, leader or not, I will kill you." Harry opened his mouth, a retort on his lips when Luna cut in.

"Just let whatever happens happen." And then she added, "You'll have to give in sooner or later anyways." The words sparked a memory in Harry's mind and then he remembered Alice saying the exact same thing to him yesterday. Harry turned to look at his friend to see that she was smiling and humming again.

"So suck it up and get your arse out there." Draco then proceeded to push Harry out of the restroom, not giving him any chance to defend himself or argue. The halls were filled now and great number of people turned to stare at them, especially when they noticed that Luna had just stepped out of the boys' bathroom.

Whispers followed them as they made their way toward their first class. Draco guided Luna to her class, nodded her goodbye and then pulled Harry toward Calculus. Harry sighed, today was going to be a long day.

"Someone seems a little down in the dumps." Harry looked up, a glare set firmly in place and a frown on his face. Bella arched a brow at him before sliding into the seat next to him. "So . . . what's eating at you?"

"Nothing," Harry muttered, crossing his arms across his chest tightly. Bella continued to stare at him but he ignored her. It's not like he could tell her that he was mad because a vampire had to be his mate. That was sure to send the girl running for the hills. "It's complicated," he then rephrased when he saw that the girl was still waiting for an answer.

Bella shrugged at that and dropped the subject. Harry was once again thankful that Bella was not like most girls. Most girls he knew would have pushed the subject until he spilled his guts, as morbid as that sounded.

"Hullo James, Isabella," Luna's sweet voice washed over them as the girl appeared at the table, pulling out a seat next to Angela. Harry didn't return her greeting, still annoyed at the girl for forcing him into going to school.

"Hi Luna," Bella greeted and she gave the girl a smile. "Do you know what's wrong with grumpy?" Luna blinked slowly and peered at Harry before she shrugged.

"He's being a prat that's what's wrong with him," Draco sneered, coming up on the other side of the table. He pulled the chair beside Luna out roughly and slid elegantly into it. Then he proceed to cross his arms and glare at Harry. Bella looked between the two glaring boys in confusion, not quite sure what was going on.

"Wow, I feel like I'm watching some kind of deadly battle," Angela whispered, as if she were afraid to speak any louder unless either boy unleashed their anger on her. Bella nodded mutely in agreement.

"You can practically see the electricity in the air." Bella nearly jumped out of her seat when Alice's amused voice reached her. She turned to see Alice and Edward sitting calmly in the seats beside her. She hadn't even heard either of them approach, which could be expected but it didn't mean she was used to it quite yet.

Alice flashed her a bright grin before calling down the table, "Hey guys! How was your day?" Luna appeared to be the only one who had heard her and was therefore the only one who answered.

"It was quite pleasant, thank you for asking." Bella blinked. She had never heard anyone answer a question like that. Luna sounded like one of the characters from out of Pride and Prejudice – or someone from Edward's time. It was a bit unsettling, but the girl didn't seem to notice Bella's discomfort.

She turned back to her lunch and said, "James, don't slouch," in a distracted voice. Harry, who had slouched low in his seat when he saw Edward arrive, shot Luna a glare but sat up straighter none the least.

"So . . . um . . . how do you guys like Forks so far?" Angela asked hesitantly, and let out a small breath when she wasn't glared down for asking the question.

"It's alright," Draco answered in a disinterested tone that immediately contradicted his words. Across from him Harry muttered something that sounded like, "It's horrible, we should move." But Bella couldn't have been too sure.

"Come now James, cheer up." As Luna said this Draco took out a green checkered thermos and slid it over the tabletop to the sulking boy. Harry eyed it suspiciously.

"And what is that?" he demanded.

"Don't worry about it, just drink up." With the way Harry was eyeing the thermos Bella didn't think he'd listen to Draco, but he did. He twisted the metal top off – giving Bella a short glimpse of something amber colored – and tipped the thermos back. Bella saw him shudder but he didn't put the thermos back down until it was empty, and when he did he looked a whole lot calmer.

"What was that?" Bella found herself asking, but Harry simply shrugged so the girl turned to look inquiringly at Draco, who in turned looked at Luna.

"Just a simply herb remedy my mother used to make for me," Luna explained and then went on to change the subject. "James, Alice has offered to take us shopping and show us around." Bella grimaced, thinking it would be best if everyone stayed away from Alice when she shopped. Even though she thought that, she knew that the three new kids did not know Alice's habits, so therefore, she was very much shocked by Harry's reaction.

He sat up straight, his eyes widening and blurted out a loud, "No," that caused the group at the end of their table to pause in their conversation and look over at them. Bella smiled shyly and Mike and mouthed "Nothing," which made the blonde shrug but resume his previous conversation. Sighing, Bella turned back around to see Luna glaring – very mildly at that but glaring all the same – at Harry.

"And why not," she asked in a strangely level tone. Now, Bella didn't know Luna that well, seeing as she had just met the girl the other day, but she had a very good idea that Luna wasn't one to talk in a level tone. Harry swallowed loudly and turned to look searchingly at Draco but the other boy simply shrugged unhelpfully.

"Well . . . um . . . I have stuff to do," he finally said rather lamely.

"Like what," Luna pressed. Harry looked around the cafeteria as if the answer would fly in from the ceiling.

"Well . . . uh . . . I still haven't painted my room yet and . . . and I've barely spent any time with Teddy as of late, I wouldn't want him to think I've neglected him, and there's no food at the house, I have to go shopping for that too. So . . . yeah . . ." Now Draco had joined in at looking at Harry skeptically. Bella couldn't understand, they sounded like reasonable enough excuses, even Alice looked like she was thinking of rescheduling her offer.

"Can't Tibs do the shopping?" Draco questioned, sounding like he was talking to a small child. Harry shot him a glare.

"No, Tibs can't. I'm the one cooking, so therefore I'm the one who knows what ingredients to buy. Besides, I can't send Tibs to the Supermarket to do the groceries, imagine what would happen." Draco grudgingly agreed.

"Okay, fine, but honestly you shouldn't have to worry about all that. Misty or Shell could do that," he said, sounding disgruntled.

"Well excuse me, but I actually enjoy cooking."

"Well what else are they for; you might as well use them while they're still around." Bella didn't know what Draco was trying to do but the blonde must seriously have a death wish. The look on Harry's face was enough to kill.

"They aren't slaves, Draco Malfoy," Harry hissed, his words almost sounding animal like. Bella inched away from him in shock, but Draco didn't look the least bit affected. He simply arched an eyebrow but continued to look uninterested.

"Okay, don't get your knickers in a bunch. It's not like I'm abusing them or anything." Bella could have sworn she saw Harry's eye twitch, but he looked relatively calm, although his eyes looked like a churning green storm.

"So, um . . . who's Tibs," Bella interjected, but only to stop Harry from acting violently toward Draco after she had seen that Luna wasn't going to intervene.

"You could say he's our butler," Harry told her through clenched teeth. He appeared to be trying to calm himself, but it didn't seem to be working. Finally, he stood up, gathering his bag and putting the thermos in it. "Look, I'll see you later in class Bella." He then nodded at everyone then turned and left. Luna rounded on Draco once he was gone.

"Look at what you've done now Dragon." Draco turned to look at her with an outraged expression.

"What I've done," he asked indigenously. "He's the one walking around biting everyone's head off!" Luna sighed and then stood up also. The bell rang as she did so and the sound of a hundred voices was now mixed in with the screeching of chairs and the clatter of trays.

"Yes Dragon," Luna said over the din. "And you know he's having a stressful time, the least you could have done was gone a few minutes without arguing with him. I was under the impression that the two of you had come to a truce of sorts." Then she turned away and disappeared between the twisting bodies. Draco stared after her with his mouth slightly open. Bella was a little surprised when he turned to look at her.

"Can you believe that!" Bella shook her head slowly, not really sure if he was actually asking for an answer.

"Don't worry Draco, they'll get over it," Alice piped as she slid her arm through his. "Now come on, we wouldn't want to be late." Draco still looked flabbergasted and Bella was sure that that was the only reason why he allowed Alice to pull him away. Right before she disappeared into the crowd, Alice turned and winked at Bella.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting lunch," Edward commented in an amused voice from beside her.

"I'll say," Bella grumbled before she turned to look accusingly up at the vampire. "You didn't talk to Harry at all." Edward had the decency to look sheepish at that.

"I wanted to, but I had a feeling he would have just left if I did. But I did get Alice to ask about the shopping thing, I figured that might work," he admitted.

"Oh, so that was your idea? Huh, guess it didn't work like you thought did it." Edward sighed at that and Bella felt her heart got out to him when she saw his disappointed expression. "Aw, don't worry. Something else will come along." And with that said Bella pulled Edward out of the cafeteria and toward their Chemistry class, where she knew the sight of Harry would cheer him up slightly.

Harry wanted to be angry; really he did because Draco had no right to suggest that he treat his house elves like slaves. But he just couldn't seem to summon up the energy to keep that anger that had flowed through him in the cafeteria. Harry suspected that maybe Luna had spiked the tea he drank with a Calming Draught. He wouldn't put it pass her.

But that really wasn't Harry's top concern at that moment. The real reason he wanted to feel angry was so that he couldn't have to worry about Chemistry. But seeing as he had unknowingly downed a Calming Draught, he couldn't, and although he felt calm his mind was still left to wander about in circles about what might happen.

Harry walked into an empty classroom once again and moved straight toward the teacher.

"Professor," he called out to the man, who jumped a little in shock before turning to him.

"Oh . . . ah, Harry, right?" Harry nodded and the stout man gave him a pleasant smile. "What can I do you for?"

"Um . . . I was wondering if I could change seats," Harry said, the slight infliction he added at the end making it come out like a question.

"Is there something wrong with the seat you have now," the teacher asked – for the life of him Harry could not remember his name.

"Not really sir, but I have a slight problem with one of the people sitting in my group." The teacher nodded his head in understanding.

"I see, well I supposed I can put you in group three," he told Harry, pointing at the table near the back. Harry almost cried out in joy when he saw the distance between his old seat and his new one.

"Thank you sir, that seat's just fine." And with that, Harry strolled over to his new spot, sitting himself comfortably on the stool at the end of the counter. He watched as the students entered the classroom this time and nodded in greeting at the ones that came to join him in the back.

"You moved your seat," Bella asked when she saw him sitting in the back. Over her shoulder Harry saw Edward looking over at him with the expression of a kicked puppy. Harry focused back in on Bella to see that she was looking at him in disappointment.

"Um . . . yeah, Edward and I are at a misunderstanding at the moment and I didn't want that affecting my grade in the class." It was a complete lie, but what Bella didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Bella looked at him skeptically for a moment before sighing.

"Fine, but just so you know, I think you're being unreasonable." She then turned away from him at the sound of the bell and went to her seat.

"What was that about," one the guys in his new group, a blonde that said his name was Mike, asked, staring after Bella also. Harry lifted and dropped his shoulders in a shrug.

"Whatever, she's probably just jealous because you're not sitting with them," Jessica, the girl from yesterday said with a disdainful sniff. She then flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and shot Harry a flirty look. "So, Harry, how do you like Forks so far?"

Harry had a feeling that she was asking about something different, especially when she leaned and pushed her arms up so that she was showing a tremendous amount of cleavage. Harry internally rolled his eyes and tried to be as polite as possible.

"Forks is . . . alright so far."

"Really? You don't find all this rain dreary?" Harry leaned back as she leaned in even closer to him, batting her eyelashes. Mike, who had seemed so easy going at first, was now glaring at him. Harry now wished he hadn't changed seats. Dealing with Edward was a whole lot better than dealing with Jessica.

"Yeah . . . well, England isn't that different from Forks. I'm kind of used to the rain." Jessica sighed and went to say something more when their teacher dropped a packet of papers in front of them.

"Get to work," he ordered, and Harry let out a relieved sigh and scooted his stool away from Jessica. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed Edward staring at him intently. Harry blushed and turned back around, concentrating on his work more than he actually needed to.

Someone asked me for a detailed flashback so you can thank her because I originally wasn't going to make one, but I changed my mind because she had a really nice review.