The amber flakes drifted slowly down towards the moist grass below, before finally disappearing in a faint hiss.

He sighed as he flicked the cigarette he had been smoking away from him, before leaning against the large trees bark behind him. He lifted his head up, towards the dark clear sky, admiring the bright silver glow that cascaded down from the full moon directly above him.

His head snapped quickly to his left towards the noise he had just heard. He frowned, and straightened up off the ancient tree. It was too late for any other student to be awake. Nervous, he began to walk quietly away, his pace swift, trying to avoid running in to whatever had created the noise.

He stopped and turned around when he heard the noise again, his right hand grasping his wand tightly in front of him, prepared to hex anyone, or anything that dared to harmed him.

The noise, he recognized, were footsteps. He squinted his sharp gray eyes, attempting to peer into the shadows that seemed to have suddenly surrounded him. His pulse began to pump faster due to the fear that was invaded his body. Turning again when he saw nothing, his pace this time, much faster.

The clearing of the forbidden forest was only a few feet away, but before he could reach it, he felt a strong cold grasp on his wrist. He struggled to rid of it, to turn around and see what was holding him, but couldn't seem to manage. He felt what he thought was a persons body press itself into his back, keeping him to look in front of him, to look at his now impossible escape exit.

His breath hitched slightly in his throat as a shiver laced its way down his spine. The person behind him felt like ice, frightening him further more. He shut his eyes tightly when he felt a cold tingling breath on his neck.

"Why are you so afraid?" A harsh but soft whisper breathed against his neck. He shivered noticeable again, and the hold on his wrist was released, only to be replaced with an arm placed around his waist, as the persons other unoccupied hand began trace patterns on his neck, gradually digging and dipping its nails in harder. He recognized the voice was a male.

"I…I am not afraid." Draco said, his voice only managing to escape his mouth, his teeth chattering violently from the freezing wave that was hitting him from behind.

"Lies are ugly my dear one…you are afraid, I can smell it." The faceless voice said from behind, the voice carrying itself in an elegant but deadly whisper.

"I am a Malfoy, we don't do afraid." Draco said bravely, his chest heaved out in pride, as his courage once again returned to him. Whatever, or whoever, was behind him was bound to know the Malfoys. They were after all, the wizarding worlds most well known dark arts family. 

"Is that so…hmm, yes I do seam to remember one of your ancestors having the same exact air to him…Lovely man that one, very powerful blood." The voice this time sounded almost amused. Draco frowned; still aggravated that he couldn't see the man he was speaking to, or rather who was captivating him.

"Well of course his blood was powerful, we are purebloods after all…" Draco said, attempting to once again turn to face his holder, but was stopped with a vice like grip. He sighed quietly to himself.

"Yes, I enjoyed feeding on him."  Draco could almost hear the smirk behind him, as he paled slightly. Had he heard correct?

"What is your name, young Malfoy?" The elegant voice demanded, the cold air tingling his neck once again.

"Why should I tell the likes of you?" Before Draco was able to react, he was spun violently around; the cold hands placed firmly on his shoulders, hurting him just the slightest. He looked up and was stunned to see what he saw.

"Because, my little one, if you do not tell me your name, I will do to you what I did to your ancestor…" The bright blue eyes flashed dangerously, and Draco noticed two sharp fangs extending larger ever so slightly. He looked back and forth between the two, afraid to say anything but his name.

"Dr…Draco." He stammered. The vampire, only inches from his own face, smirked at him. 

"Dragon? Feisty." A cruel laugh escaped the blood red lips, as Draco continued to stare at the person, no, vampire in front of him. Unable to do anything, paralyzed between shock and awe for the creature.

"My name, my venerable dragon, is Artram Umbra." He whispered, his bright eyes looking Draco over. A cold hand was placed softly against Draco's pale cheek. Unable to resist, Draco leaned into the touch.

The vampire lent down, his hands gliding smoothly over Draco's sides, until they rested against his hips, as if supporting Draco. The cold lips hovered above Draco's soft pale neck, causing him to whimper slightly in desperation and curiosity to the vampire's sexual touch.

The lips rubbed slightly against Draco's neck, causing him to moan louder this time. Artram smiled slightly, before opening his mouth, and wetted the soft skin slightly with a small stroke of his cold tongue, delivering more impatient noises from his dragon.

He grazed his fangs along the moist spot, as Draco clung to him, his neck bent, allowing him the full most access to bite him. He looked up into the gray eyes he had once done many centuries ago, before closing them and finally sinking his teeth into the gloriously smooth skin that covered the powerful blood of a Malfoy he longed for.

Draco gasped in pain, and clenched at Artrum's cloak tightly, the leather like material bunching in his fists.

He could feel the blood leave him. He could feel the pull of it. He could feel his head becoming gradually lighter as the blood was slowly drained from him, as if a plug had been pulled in a sink. But mostly he could feel the arousal that was happening as the pain began to subside. He arched his back slightly, and moaned when he felt the mouth leave him.

He felt himself being slowly lowered onto the moist ground. Artrum stepped above him, each leg placed next to his hips. He bent down on top of Draco, and grazed his sharp nail across his own left wrist, drawing blood.

Draco turned his head slightly, not wanting the offered blood above him, unsure of what it would do, or what he was meant to do. He looked up into the blue eyes, which stared down at him encouragingly.

"Drink it, and be awakened my dragon."

Artrum whispered, and Draco placed his lips onto the pooling blood, his tongue lapping the cold liquid obediently. Artrum closed his eyes, and moan silently, before snapping them open, and pulling his wrist away, the wound healing almost immediately.

A hand was offered to help him off the ground, which he took, stumbling slightly, unable to stand up right. Artrum lifted him up with ease, and carried him back to the castle. Resting his head against his chest, Draco was not surprised to find not a single heartbeat. 

He was laid just inside the castle doors, clear away from any large windows, his eyes fluttering shut every now and again. Artrum stood above him, only disappearing after his last words of the night.

"I will be back shortly my dragon."

"Goodbye Dark Shadow…" Draco whispered, before passing out in the dark castle.