Chapter one

Harry Potter stayed rooted to his spot at first, too confused to move. However his sense caught up with him and he quickly took after Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, you're a vampire? Wonderful, Great even. However, I'm afraid you must be mistaken, I'm not."

Draco stopped his quick pace abruptly and turned towards Harry. "I'm not mistaken. You are a vampire, I made you one." Once again the blond boy turned to pick up his quick pace towards the exit of the alley and the city street.

Harry stood there and looked after the boy again. I'm not a vampire. He's crazy. Completely insane!

"I'm not crazy." Harry heard Draco's voice yell from the mouth of the alley and seconds later Malfoy was standing directly in front of him once again. "Do you believe all those things you saw back there were normal, Potter? The smell of the rubbish in that dumpster almost made your stomach hurl. Is that normal? It's less than 30 degrees out here and you can't even feel it can you? Potter, do you really think this is all normal human behavior?"

Harry said nothing but looked around the alley once more. Like before, he could see every crack in the walls and every life that lived within. He knew it wasn't normal.

"No, it's not normal Harry. You are no longer normal any more. You're a vampire." Malfoy put his hand on Harry's shoulder and shock him as if it would help knock some since into the poor lad. Malfoy backed away and once again returned to his quick pace into the night. Only this time Harry followed without hesitation, refusing to think about the fact that Malfoy just called him. Harry.

Having to run a little to match Draco's taller legs and faster past, he begins his questioning.

"Okay so let's say I am a vampire. Not that I believe you. But let's say that I am. I don't remember being made a vampire."

"Of Course you don't remember. You were unconscious during the whole thing." Draco smiled down at Harry as a proud father would smile at his son.

"But how could I have been unconscious don't you have to drink my blood and I drink yours?"

"I have to drink your blood yes, but you don't drink mine." Draco continued his fast pace not missing a beat.

"So you drink my blood, I die, and become a vampire?"

"Yes, and no Harry. If every person vampires, drink blood from became a vampire than the whole world would be vampires by now. And naturally we would all die."

"I don't und."

Malfoy stopped and looked directly at Harry. "Vampires are not made by exchanging blood, or from a vampire feeding on them. Don't believe everything you read in muggle fiction and see in the theatre."

Harry finally let all control slip from him. He couldn't hold it in any longer. "Well that's kind of hard for me to do Malfoy. I didn't even believe in vampires really existed outside of movies and books!"

"And I'm sure you didn't believe in Witches or Wizards either. Harry you are a wizard, you need to stop thinking like a bloody muggle." Draco sighed, "I'm sure you've heard of vampires before but never really thought much of it because you hadn't believed that they existed." Draco says nothing as he watches Harry go through every single memory he had concerning vampires. "Come on, I'm taking you to my house so we can sit and have a nice little chat. Here is not the place or the time."

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walked though the streets for what seemed like an eternity to the-boy-who-lived. The more they walked the easier it became for Harry to keep up with Draco's accelerated pace. They walked side by side in complete silence, Harry knowing that any attempt to ask questions would be ignored. He kept his head down towards the ground because every time he looked out towards the street at a car that passes by or people walking to or from a club he would find that he could see so much more than usual. He could see the details of the faces that normally a person couldn't see in the darkness of the light. He could see people's expressions, the pimples on the right side of the nose, things that he didn't want to see. Harry could hear conversations. Angry, tired, he could hear them all. He could hear the songs that played in the cars that passed by no matter what the volume was. Needless to say Harry hated looking out towards the street.

After forty minutes of walking the boys finally turned into a house, a small house. Harry looked on in bewilderment as Malfoy took keys out of his pocket and opened the door. Harry followed Draco into the house his confusion going to a breaking point. The bloody house looked normal. It was a normal small house, with normal carpeting, and normal furniture.

"Why so shocked? Surprised how normal it is? Boring huh?" Malfoy smiled as he entered the foyer. "Really Harry, contrary to popular belief, Vampires don't live in caves, tombs, crypts, or even big mansions, or castles, or whatever else Anne Rice would have you to believe."

Harry jumped at the sound of this muggle author's name coming out of Draco Malfoy's mouth. " You keep saying that vampires don't do this, or that, but you haven't told you anything."

" Harry vampires are not insanely rich, although we can be if we choice to be rich. But what's the point? We are no longer mortal and don't care about mortal happiness. People want to get rich. Why? So they can buy anything they want? For special treatment? It's all dodgy nonsense really. Why bother? We are superior creatures only they don't know it. That's really all that matters. Why have a huge house when all I need is a place to lay in the daylight. I don't need food or any other extravagant lifestyle."

Harry Potter for the hundredth time that night was stunned to silence. Draco Malfoy. THE Draco Malfoy had just told him that being rich was DODGY NONSENSE.

"Okay so the truth is being rich in this world brings a lot of attention that we don't want or need." Seeing the confusion on Harry's face Draco continued, "A vampire's biggest weakness is the sun, Harry. When you're rich in this world everyone wants to know you, know more about you. Us vampires have to make sure that no one ever finds out about what we are, no one can ever get too close, wizard or muggle alike." Draco paused and smiled, "I know you're a bit confused with all of this and I want to tell you more but best if we wait till tomorrow night. The sun will be raising soon and you need your rest."

"But what abou."

"No Harry, tomorrow. You wont understand tonight. I'll tell you everything tomorrow." He motioned for Harry to follow him. Harry reluctantly took step behind him as Draco lead him up the stairs and down the hall. The boys stopped at one room, which was decorated with a soft baby blue and had a beautiful canopy bed in the center. The bed curtains were much like the curtains around Harry's bed at Hogwarts. "This is my room. Your room is down the hall but until you past your transitional stage you have to sleep in here with me." Draco said as he entered the room.

At this Harry went red. "Bullocks! I am not sleeping in here with you Malfoy."

Draco sighed, "Harry, I really don't have time for this, so just get in the bed."

Harry continued as if he hadn't heard him. "You want me to sleep with you. Its bad enough I could possibly be a vampire and have to sleep in a coffin or something horrible."

"Shut up. Harry. You're really making an arse of yourself, you know that? I'm doing this because I have too, you wanker." Draco sighed, "You may be asleep but your body will not be once the sun is up. By mid afternoon your body is going to want to move whether you're conscious or not. Have you ever heard of sleep walking, Harry? Well imagine that shortly followed by a burning corpse, because that's exactly what you're going to be." Draco rolled his eyes and went into the room.

Harry stood quietly by the door and watch as the taller boy took off his clothes. The raven-haired boy couldn't help but to admire Draco's lean body. He didn't want to look but he felt as if he could not turn away. He watched as the light seemed to reflect off the perfect statue before him and he had to catch his breath before he let out an unmistakable moan.

He is so beautiful. Harry thought to himself. Quite suddenly the blond wonder turned around and Harry quickly averted his eyes to the ground. I hope he didn't catch me.

"No, I didn't catch you, but I can feel your desire miles away. I'm going to have to teach you to control your thoughts. Come on then. Get into bed, Harry,"

Harry stared in astonishment but quickly regained himself once Draco turned off the lights. Harry pulled back the curtains before looking around the room once more. Even with the total darkness of the room Harry could see everything in the room. He could see the colors of the room just as well as he could see with the light on.

"Oh what is it now?" Draco said as he slipped into the bed with only his boxers on.

"Umm. nothing." Harry stuttered. He could feel the annoyance radiating from Malfoy and for some strange reason he didn't want to annoy the blond boy any more. Harry quickly stripped to his boxers and got into the bed being sure to pull the bed curtains tight around them.

All of a sudden Harry felt Malfoy's arms come around him and Harry froze. What the hell?!

"Yeah, yeah. This is for your own protection. I wont do much good if I'm unconscious and can't stop you from getting up." He paused, "Besides you know you like this as well." Malfoy emphasized this by grinding his manhood into Harry.

Harry's breath caught in his throat. Oh God. He did not. Harry tried to hide his arousal but Malfoy just laughed.

"Oh and to answer your question, in case you haven't figured it out. We don't sleep in coffins. Not if you can avoid it, those bloody things are uncomfortable really. I prefer a bed any day. Sleep tight, Harry."

Harry remained silent as sleep took him.