I apologize for the last few chapters and the amazing quality they have attained that makes part of them vanish and bits of old ones to pop up instead. It's seems to be quietening down now, though.

I have been quite busy lately thinking up a synopsis for a story I'm planning. It won't be allowed on Fan Fiction, because it will be NC-17, (hee hee) but I should get it somewhere else.

This chapter will take ages being put up because I managed to split the very tip of my left middle finger to the bone. And I find typing quite painful.

What was the little 'romantic' scene like? First published attempt at anything vaguely smutty. I say 'romantic', because the thought of rolling around in the dirt does nothing for me. Even with Sirius Black. *Smiles*

I have read Book 5. One of my favourite guys is no more…

The coppery taste of blood stayed under Daniels' tongue until late afternoon the next day. Draco had woken up in his bed with a strange pain in his neck and dizzy feeling which remained until he got up and walked it off. Daniel had transfigured Draco's listless body into a twig and carried him in her fist to the Slytherin Common Room. Putting him in bed, she changed him back and debated with herself about whether or not to put him in pajamas.

After coming to the conclusion that he would suspect something if he woke up in his dress robes, she hastily removed said robes and fought him into his nightclothes. After that particular battle was won, she went back down to the Ball and informed Blaise that Draco was feeling sick and had went to bed early. Walking outside again, she remembered with a giddying thrill the feeling of the hot blood flowing down her throat. Feeling sated for the first time in a long time, she took it upon herself to sprint to the school gates.

Arriving there, she apparated to Sirius' residence. She stood outside the cave for a while, letting her eyes get adjusted to the navy sky. Slipping slowly into the cave, she paused for a while, kneeling to a hippogriff tied to a rock in the corner. It accepted her submission and went back to sleep. Sirius was lying on a pile of old newspapers. He was in dog form, of course, a dog would look much less suspicious sleeping in a cave. Sitting down beside him, she stroked the matted hair on his back and shoulders, and he moaned and shifted in his sleep. Before she left, she scribbled him a short note, explaining about the precarious end to their evening and assured him that Draco didn't know who he was. He looked so annoyingly peaceful. The weight of the world hidden behind filthy black hair and chestnut eyes.

The Slytherin Common Room was almost perfectly silent. The faint crackling of the fire was the last sound Daniel heard that night, as she fell asleep on the faded leather sofa. Warm, comfortable, satisfied, and trying not to think about Sirius lying on newspapers, living off rats and unknowing rival of a Mr. Draco Malfoy.

Being jerked awake in the early hours of the morning is never a good way to start the day. Especially not when the person jerking you awake is psychotic and blonde. Dragging Daniel into the shower rooms, Draco Malfoy looked angry. He stared at her for a few seconds, and then turned away, muttering. Well, she thought, if he's not going to say anything. Daniel made for the door, but Draco slapped her hand away from the cold steel handle and slammed her up against the tiles.

"Who is he?" he hissed, fists clenched at her collar, putting uncomfortable pressure on her throat. Making a halfhearted attempt to push him off, Daniel found herself removed from the wall. Draco kicked her feet out from under her, and then she was on the damp tiles. His knees were pinning her arms to the floor, and surprisingly strong arms kept her head from moving at all.

"Who is he?" he screamed, lifting her head off the floor so he could look at her. Sighing in exasperation, Daniel tried to get up. A fist slammed into her jaw. A flash of light seemed to come from inside her head. Dazed, she blinked several times before she could see. When his incensed features were in sharp focus again, he relaxed his grip a fraction. "Is he from Durmstrang? Beauxbatons?" he gave a giggle. "Is he from Hogwarts?" he turned his grinning face to the ceiling, and then dropped it sharply to look at her.

"You're an idiot Malfoy." She said thickly, jaw throbbing. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he smashed her head back onto the floor.

He felt her body go limp underneath him. Her head flopped back onto the tiles, the dull noise echoing round the empty shower cubicles.

There was a sort of explosion in the pit of his stomach. He was elated, he had shown her briefly what it was to mess with a Malfoy, and yet, he was filled with a mortal dread as to what she would do when she woke up. He got up and looked down at her. Daniel Snape. Scary bitch from Hell. Not so bloody scary now, he thought. A thin line of blood was making its way from the corner of her mouth to the floor. Ohh, god. The sight of blood made him nauseous. It never had done before, but since last night, when his faint memories of the concluding moments were of teeth sinking beneath the surface of his skin, and of the satisfied growl she made in the pit of her throat, he didn't seem to able to stomach it. He leaned over a sink, and stared at his pale reflection. He touched the raised lumps on his throat gently. You wouldn't know they were there unless you touched his neck. He wouldn't ever let anyone go near his neck again.

He heard a sound behind him. He spun around, and nearly fainted. Daniel was standing, albeit shakily, and she looked mad.

The look on her face promised punishment. She smiled. Draco let out a dry choke. Her teeth. They didn't look like the fake vampire teeth you get at Halloween. These looked very strong, very dangerous, and very real. She was still dazed. He quickly uncharmed the door, which had stayed unopenable throughout his questioning. Daniel seemed to realize what he was doing. She planted herself in front of the door. He walked forward hesitantly, she kept her eyes trained on his face, and it was almost unbearable for that manic, hungry look to be focused on him. Keeping his wand between himself and Daniel, he walked forward a few more steps. She didn't move. Draco realized she wouldn't try anything with the common room filled with people, and even if she did, his Father would have her exterminated. Thinking about it was easier than doing it. Trying to be confident, he walked past her to the door. He had his hand on the handle. As he was opening the door, a white hand slapped onto his wrist. Draco whimpered. Jerking him sharply from the door, Daniel slammed him into the wall, using the same forceful attitude he had used. He was facing the wall, and his left arm was twisted behind his back, and his right arm was stretched out on the wall, her hand still clamped on his thin wrist. She was dangerously close to the back of his neck. Daniel felt him trembling, and laughed quietly, sending cold breath over the surface of his skin. Putting her face closer to his, Draco could see the desire to bite him again dancing in her eyes. He averted his eyes. Making an amused noise, she twisted his arm further, almost lifting him off the ground. Draco whined with the pain. Being mollycoddled for all his life hadn't given him much of a pain threshold.

"If you ever," she growled into his ear, "think you can do that to me," Draco shivered, he could feel her teeth grazing over the skin on his neck, "I will make it my business to see you suffer." One of her long fingers trailed over his neck. "What you felt last night was nothing compared to what I can do."  She let him go. Standing back, but still within arms length, she watched him straighten his robes and gingerly feel his shoulder. He muttered something about, " my father..". He hadn't meant to, but it was force of habit for him to say after he had been made uncomfortable by anyone. Daniel's eyes flickered horribly. Draco had unknowingly given her an excuse to injure him some more. He hunched up, bracing himself for an attack. When nothing happened, he felt a bit stupid and straightened himself up in time to see Daniel advance menacingly. He shut his eyes tight and felt himself fall. Draco hit the tiles quite lightly. Daniel sat on top of him, holding his thin wrists under her knees. It took a while for her to do anything. Draco thought about Malfoy Manor, and never seeing it again. His bedroom, which he had lovingly decorated to the best of his ability, and waking up every morning during the summer holidays and being able to do just about anything he wanted to.

"I'm not going to kill you Draco." She said quietly, an edge of anger still grating her voice. He lifted his head to look at her. Her face had lost the feral look that had dominated her features since she regained consciousness. She leaned forward over him, so that her hair tickled his face and their noses were barely an inch apart.

"But what I do is my business. And if you ever think otherwise," she dug one of her fingernails along the line of his jaw. Blood seeped at the edges of the cut. Waiting until a bit had collected at the surface, she flicked it off with her finger. "I will not let you live next time round." Draco shuddered as she licked her finger clean. She smiled faintly. Jumping to her feet, she exited the room. Draco sat up slowly. The enormity of what she had done, she had threatened him, he, Draco Malfoy. Father had told him to be wary around her. He walked slowly out of the bathroom. And straight into a waiting Daniel. Standing right next to her, he only thing he could think of was how it would feel to be the anonymous guy at the Yule Ball.

 Feeling her under him.

Around him. He wanted her so badly. Yet, the homicidal maniac aspect had to be in the relationship also.

"I don't need to tell you to keep this quiet." Daniel drawled, using the same tone of speech as Draco used so often. He nodded frantically. She went to walk past him to the dormitories, but instead stopped just as they touched. "And don't think about me like that when I'm in the room." She snarled. Brushing past him, Draco shivered involuntarily. Did she know what he was thinking?

He couldn't help think, as he wiped the cut on his jaw, if she knew how he felt when he saw her with another guy. If she knew what he dreamed, knew what he imagined doing to her, what he dreamed she did to him, and ultimately, what they did together in Draco's mind whenever he saw her. He just wondered if she knew.

Awwww. How sad. But I had to end it somewhere.

Xanadan