Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Harry Potter, of course if you coint the originality of this story...that, one the other hand, is mine...obviously...

A/N: Okay, i've got a bit of time so i'll take the time out to answer so questions you may have and all of your reviews:

Emma ): Yes, there is -alot- of romance in the near future, the -very- near future so pay attention closely or you might miss it...

Sefadora Firewood : Yes, Harry is Draco's mate, if it isn't obvious and Draco's not extra possesive because he's a subdued (whatever he is) and Harry's a bit....special, therefore, he does not -need- as much protection if he were not -special-. If this response confused you, don't heed it, just read and play attention closely, as it may become a bit confusing, hell, i wondered what i was writing -while- i was writing it.

anna may /u/334919/ Sorry if it seemed rushed but i'm not exactly a slow type of writer unless the plot calls for it, and this one doesn't, therefore, i found it would be best to get straight to the point and be blunt about it...

SO Harry's now a vampire? -Yes

Cally attacked Draco? -?? She did? Are you speaking about when Draco had Harry pressed into the wall? If so, then i believe i made it quite clear that she threw his ass away from him...he -did- look like he was hurting Harry, after all..

Dracos a Veels? smirk what do -you- think?

Harry's Draco's mate?- " "

What about Cally?- Ah, you will have to wait and see

THen at the end where did Ron come from?- The scene shifted, sorry if it was unclear as to when and why it did so...i'll work on that

Muse? Flute?- In my world, vampires have a muse, but this -will- all be explained as you read.

Just so you know, i have no intention on rewriting it, but as i write i will ease up on the action and help my readers to understand the story rather than just read it for fun

angelkitty77: I disagree, i find all of you -very- worthy. Thank you for your review smirk

Arigazi /u/553401/ Yes, the Golden Boy just -may be- his mate. i know it was a bit confusing and the conflicting of blood will take place soon enough, that is, if i decide there isn't enough going on as of yet, it should be...interesting...

Emerald Star Blood /u/585495/ I have great advise for you: lay off the coffee and get a full eight hours of sleep, as you seem to need it...badly... As for your love of my story, thank you, i am honored you feel that way

Leeanna-Marie-Malfoy /u/375035/ I would like to laugh as ) If you would kindly tell me which words i spelt wrong so i do not make the same mistake i will be in debt to you...thank you for your...interesting review.

guilty by association I have updated, as you asked...my ledge...

Sylver-Tyger /u/208499/ "When are you going to have more Harry/ Draco?" Soon enough, do be patient...

"When are you going to put more Ron and Hermoine in?" I'm not sure when i will have them in, but when i do it's most likely going to be either extremely lovy-dovy or a lot of violence...i'll ponder that

I did notice my mistakes with Padfoot and Moony but please take them lightly as they were not deliberate.

Eva Eville Stolie ) I thank you for correcting and pointing out mistakes, as i am quite horrible at doing it myself and am extremely honored that you had enough time to actually go through my story and pick out specific mistakes. Thank you for your review, it helped and hurt but that's what they are for smirk

Before I continue with the actual story i would like to note that this chapter goes by pretty fast as well, and there are some key explanations within so play attention and please read this update in full before any unneeded questions are asked: they waste your time and mine.

Okay, i will leave off at that, if i forgot -anybody- please tell me and i'll give you a little "shout out". Enough of this, here is the next chapter:

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Where we last left off...

Harry sat in front of Dumbledore's desk, watching as his two best friends paced back and forth, well, one of them anyway, the latter of the two, Ron, had taken to staring at him intently.

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Chapter Five: Tastes and Touches

"What?" he exclaimed, startling Hermoine and Dumbledore, Ron just continued to stare though the outburst was directed toward him.

"Um…nothing…" the red head shook his head fiercely, pushing down a blush. The Gryfindor could have sworn he saw his best friend blush, pushing aside the fact that both Callasandra and Draco were not present.

"Well…" Harry said expectantly looking around the room to his God father, who also decided what a wonderful opportunity to stare at him as well, Snape, who found the fire place so damn interesting, not that he minded-hell he liked not being the center of somebody's world, Ron, who kept stealing glances, a light blush breaking over his freckled face every time Harry looked to him, Hermoine, who seemed to find the most logical thing to do at the moment was pace and of course Dumbledore, the crazy ass wizard he used to look up to as a role-model but now wanted him out of Hogwarts almost as bad as Lucius Malfoy.

"Well what?" Ron asked, still looking to the floor where Harry had last left his eyes, the red head refusing to meet the Gryfindor's eyes.

"What the hell am I doing here? And where are Cally and Draco?" Harry's voice was so calm and elegant one would think he was born to use the English language. Harry shook his head, could he hear people's thoughts now? Or was he slowly but surely going insane?

"Ms. Snape and Mr. Malfoy have been taken to their rooms and told to stay there. This Mr. Potter," the Gryfindor did not like the way the head master rolled his name off of his tongue, it sounded weird, "is a meeting concerning your well-being."

"Why does my well-being concern you? Voldemort's gone, his Death-eaters are well on their way to trial and I'm the living dead, there's not much more to be in my business about," his voice was pure ice and he could have sworn he'd seen the headmaster shiver at his tone, having to push down the urge to smirk at the shocked faces around him and of course the rising of Snape's head was almost too much; he looked to the headmaster expectantly.

"Harry, my boy, I don't want you to ever think that we, that I, do not care for your safety in any situation, including that of the one you recently went through," Dumbledore near stuttered. Harry's pale green eyes narrowed at him and his dark recently calm aura lashed slightly.

"And what, pray tell, is this recent situation?" He almost whispered.

"Never mind that, Harry, the changes you are going through are dangerous to your health, you can't get too riled up…" Hermoine broke through the glare he had set Dumbledore with by standing directly in front of him. Her body just happened to be in his line of view and he got an eye full of just how much she had grown over the past summer, not that he hadn't noticed before. Someone cleared their throat, braking through his spoiled thoughts of his best friend. Taking a glance around he noticed the blush on both Hermoine and Ron's cheeks, the raised eyebrow Snape sent him, his godfather's look of bewilderment and an uncomfortable look upon Dumbledore's face.

"Do you know what Veela are, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, looking to him, the look being masked but not so much as to where he could not tell the old man's emotions, oddly enough the headmaster looked quite bare now that he could read into those annoying twinkling eyes of his.

"Well, since Draco is one I'd say…yes." He said sarcastically making a face to Dumbledore that relayed some of what he thought of the older male at this moment.

"How did you know Malfoy was a Veela?" Ron busted out and the other occupants of the room sent a 'wow-you're-stupid' look his way. Harry chuckled lightly, rising from his seat. In the middle of standing completely he paused, a soft thumping of sorts could be heard and he looked around. The sound seemed to be coming from the occupants of the room and oddly enough the sound rang in his eardrums and pulsed through his veins. He fell back to his seat in a whoosh of air, the intake meant to calm him as he looked around dizzily. Looking to Dumbledore, the Gryfindor shook his head; he could actually see the veins running through the old man's face and visual flesh. He averted his eyes to Ron and saw a lashing aura about him as he looked to him worriedly, mouthing something to him but Harry couldn't hear it, all he could hear was the thump of pulsating veins in Ron's bare neck.

The doors to the room busted open to reveal one Draco Malfoy and one Callasandra Snape.

"Harry," someone called but the Gryfindor did not hear it, his body moved on it's own as he appeared in front of Ron, the shaken boy moving farther into his seat.

"Harry," another, deeper voice called and that reached him, the Gryfindor snapped his head up toward the sound, blinking the somewhat clouded look from his eyes. His eyes focused on Draco who now stood in his regular form, the Slytherin's eyes blazing with concern and desire as he stared at Harry.

"Um…Harry?" someone asked from his arms and he looked down to discover the pale freckled face of his friend who just so happened to be in his arms as at the moment, deeply pressed into the scarlet sofa-like chair, his blue eyes looking up at the Gryfindor with a mixture of shock, fear and confusion. Harry unwrapped his arms from around his taller friends form, climbing off of him hesitantly, looking confused as he did so. Everyone in the room, including the two new comers stared at him and he looked to Ron again. His friend had moved away from him and was currently standing beside the seated headmaster.

"Sorry about that, Ron," he rasped out, the thumping getting louder in his ears. He felt a tingling sensation in his gums and his enlarged insisters grew longer, pointing so much that Harry had to open his mouth not to be cut by his own teeth, "I don't know what came over me," he spoke through his teeth, trying to close his lips over them to hide them from view. Draco stepped forward, looking the Gryfindor over in wonder, his eyes growing in size slightly as he stared at the Gryfindor.

"You were hungry," Callasandra said simply, "if I'm not mistaken you are of Evan descent…you're mother…was an Evan, right?" at Harry's nod Callasandra walked to him, putting a chilled hand to his cold cheek, "than that means you'll be needing blood frequently…it's either kill and maim or find your acacias."

"A what?" Ron exclaimed and for once no one looked to him as if he were the most unintelligent being in the world but backed up his question with expectant looks to Callasandra.

"Acacias, it's another word for Blood Mate or lover if you will, it's the other part of a whole. Nacacius is the original form of vampire, which is what I am, I am whole and do not require a mate to survive without killing but a Acacias is only part of a whole and needs their other half to maintain life, if the Acacias," here she gestured to Harry, "does not have a mate the result is killing and maiming for blood which would usually come from the mate. If I am correct, your father was the mate, or other half of, your mother who was a Acacias…that would make you one as well…"

"So what happens if Harry doesn't find his mate?" Hermoine cut in, looking worried.

"Then with in a week of coming into his vampire heritage, what Harry was about to do to Ron would look like a friendly handshake," at her answer the office echoed a dead silence, to all but Harry that is. The thumping had grown louder than before and his head was spinning with flashing images of flowing red liquid. He closed his eyes tightly; the most wonderful smell of something surrounding him and the thumping, the thumping was just too much. Next thing he knew something cool was put to him lips, a hand running through his hair lovingly. The thumping dimmed to where it merely pulsated against his eardrum but did not go away. Something with a delicious taste and spice to it ran down his throat and he sighed gratefully, resisting the urge to slurp whatever it was down.

"Shhhh," someone soothed and he finished what ever it was in the cup with a disappointed sigh, "you'll be fine…" A purr vibrated in his chest and he refused to open his eyes in effort to cherish the moment. Who ever was touching him so gently deserved to be put on a pedestal and never let down.

"How does he find his mate?" he heard, the voice registering in his head as Hermoine's but he did not move or open his eyes as his hair was stroked.

"At the end of the week, which is in about three days, Harry will have a sort of sixth sense, or seventh sense to us vampires because he can already see the aura of his others. The seventh sense will make him able to sense his mate, his senses, such as smell and sight will seek out that person for that entire day and if that person is not found than, in limens terms, he goes into a temper tantrum and kills everything, except his own kind and his others, in sight." He heard and Callasandra quieted momentarily. The Gryfindor felt her and Hermoine's eyes on him for a moment before they left his still form.

"Others? What do you mean by others?" Hermoine asked, looking back to Callasandra.

"A vampire detects those that are 'worthy' of their company by the sighting of an aura. When I first arrived here I had yet to see it until I had entered the Great Hall. Upon looking to the student body I saw you, Harry, Ron, and Draco, not because I was looking for you but because lashing auras demanded my attention," she explained patiently, aware of Draco's attention from beside Harry.

"Worthy?" Hermoine asked, leave it to her to leave no corners unturned.

"Yes, others have the power to take a vampires immortality and significant others, or what Harry and Draco are to me, have the power to end a vampires life. Being that a vampire may want to die or may want to become human they do everything in their power to protect their significant others. What Harry did to Ron in there would mean that Ron was not Harry's significant other, only an other, and this is deciphered by who the vampire wants to be with. You are his best friends so you, regardless of if you were meant to be or not are his other. Understand?" Callasandra asked hopefully, to tell the truth she only knew all of this because her mother and father had been trying people and they insisted on her knowing all aspects of her culture. Hermoine nodded slowly, her large brain going a mile a minute to process the information and find any holes, which may need to be filled.

"So Harry could have killed Ron if he wanted?" Hermoine asked somewhat worried, looking to the door in which Ron was waiting behind.

"No," Callasandra sighed, "no matter what, a vampire can not kill their others. Drain yes, hurt yes, but not kill." Hermoine nodded in understanding still a little shaky on one last clump of questions.

"How does a vampire know who their significant others are? And how many does a vampire have?"

"We know who are significant others are simply by the size of their aura, Harry and Draco are my significant others because their auras, on first sight almost blinded me with their brightness. A vampire can have up to five significant others but that is only if they are Nacacias and are not Acacias. The Acacias only has one significant other, their mate, which makes them a large threat because only their mate can destroy the Acacias and no one else." Harry shifted and she looked to him, smiling at how the Gryfindor tried to pretend he had fallen back to sleep. Hermoine followed her gaze to the Gryfindor and smiled gently toward him before leaving and letting the three of them have their moment together.

Harry allowed his eyes to finally flutter open to look into glazed over silver that stared down on him in adoration. The Gryfindor's pale green eyes had darkened to forest green in sleep and Draco could not turn away from the gaze. Callasandra stood at the foot of Harry's bed, waiting patiently to be acknowledged by the raven-haired beauty.

"Hello," Harry's alto voice echoed through the silence that had formed and he looked to Callasandra a moment later, "both of you." Callasandra offered a small smile as she crawled up the bed, never had she felt so exhausted.

"Harry," she sighed as she laid almost completely on top of him in a sigh, her yellow eyes blinking tiredly up at him. The Gryfindor chuckled lightly at the look on her face before looking to Draco who sat in the large chair by their bed.

"How long have I been out?" he asked the blond since Callasandra lay snoring softly on his chest.

"About a day, then Cally finally came up with the idea of giving you some blood. Downers were low so I volunteered," he smirked, the expected splash of rose across his cheeks not coming as he stared at Harry longingly.

"That was blood?" Harry asked licking his lips; the delicious taste still lingering there. Draco nodded. "Your blood?" again his question was affirmed with a nod.

"Are you feeling ok?" Draco asked looking over the Gryfindor's partially covered body though his eyes lingered longer than needed on Harry's form.

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