Chapter 1

"Malfoy! Psst! Malfoy!" Harry called from an empty storage closet.

Draco turned to look at whoever had spoken his name. "Potter?"

"Yeah. Can you come in here please? I need to talk to you... And it will be bad for both our reputations if I'm caught talking almost civilly to you. Now get in here!" whispered Harry urgently.

Draco looked uncertain, but went into the storage closet.

"What do you know about vampires?" Harry asked immediately.

Draco's dumbfounded look almost made Harry laugh, but he kept his face serious somehow. "Um, well... Mother is a vampire slayer, and she taught me a lot about them. Mainly that you have to stab them through the heart and then use avada kedavra to kill them. She's teaching me to become a slayer too," He boasted, then said, "why do you need to know about vampires? Because just for the record, I'm not helping you in any assignments. No matter what you do."

Harry looked nervous. "You're a slayer?"

"In training, but yeah, essentially, why? Do you want to be a slayer? If so, tough!" Draco laughed his, I-am-superior laugh, but quited down when he saw Harry get even more nervous.

"Would you really kill a vampire?"

"Yeah. That's what slayers do. They kill vampires," Draco said patronizingly.

"I know that, but if someone you know at this school was turned into a vampire, would you kill them? Say that they didn't kill anybody, they just lived off of rats or something, would you kill them?" Harry asked.

"Depends on who they are, I wouldn't kill Blaise if he turned into a vampire and lived off of vermine. But say you turned into a vampire, I would kill you without a second thought," Draco said, and laughed lightly, as if it were a joke. He didn't miss how the color drained from Harry's face.

"Oh. O-okay then... I'll just be going. Thanks for the - ah- information," Harry said, before attempting to scuttle out of the room. Draco put out a hand, stopping Harry from leaving.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" He asked mischeviously.

"G-gotta s-study with H-hermione," Harry stuttered.

"Why don't you stay for a while?" Draco asked in that falsly polite voice he used every now and then. Harry took a step back as Draco pulled a knife from his robes.

"D-didn't know you were allowed to h-have those on school campus," Harry said, staring at the knife.

Draco shrugged, "I'm a slayer in training, so I get special treatment. Now, why so nervous all of a sudden?"

"I'm not nervous. I was just surprised. I thought your family had some kind of connection to vampires, I just didn't know how. Can I leave now?" Harry asked, keeping his voice steady.

"Just one second," Draco said, whiping the knife over the skin on Harry's arm faster than Harry thought the blond could move. Then the relization dawned on Harry just what Draco was doing.

"Oops. My bad, let me see your arm Potter," Draco smirked. Harry clutched at where the wound should be, knowing it had already healed. If Draco saw that, he would know Harry was a vampire.

"I said let me see your arm!" Draco said impatiently, and grabbed Harry's arm, showing flawless skin, even though there should be a cut.

Draco nodded, "thought so."

Harry leaned against the wall, and slid down into a sitting positon, burying his head in his hands.

"I'm not going to kill you Potter. I'm only in training," Draco sniggered. Harry looked up, and to Malfoy's surprise hadn't been crying, just thinking.

"I know that you eejit. You couldn't kill me, I'm too fast for you, and too powerful too. You just weren't suppose to find out. Nobody is suppose to find out," Harry went back to burying his head in his hands.

Draco looked down on him and wondered, "What's it like?"

Harry looked up stunned. That was the last thing he had expected Draco to say.

"What do you mean?"

"What's it like to be a vampire? What can you do?"

"I thought you were a slayer in training. Don't you already know what I can do?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yeah, but I want you to show me. You said that you were too fast and too powerful for me to kill you. Show me. We'll fight. The way muggles fight, no magic, and we'll see who's faster," Draco said. Harry just shrugged and nodded that he would do it.

Harry stood up, and they both walked to opposite sides of the room.

"On my count," Yelled Draco, "One! Two!"

And then he charged. Harry side stepped him easily, tripping the blond as he did so.

"Give up?" Harry said casually to Draco, who was lying on the floor.

"Not yet," He replied, jumping up, trying to grab Harry by the waist, to bring him down.

Again, Harry stepped to one side, allowing Draco to fall, but grabbed him by the collar of his robes on the way down, keeping him from hitting the floor. Harry yawned, "Have I proved I'm faster than you yet?"

"Nope, not yet," Draco was determind now. He would knock the obnoxcious boy over before he left this room.

"Just checking," Harry laughed as he tugged on Draco's robes, bringing the blond to his feet. Draco swung at the boy, but ended up with his fist held by Harry's hand, stopped in mid air. He swung again with his left, but that punch was also caught. Before he had the chance to kick at the annoying Boy-Who-Lived, Harry spun him around, so that Draco's arms were crossed in an 'X' over his chest and his back was against Harry's chest. He could feel the vampire breathing, but not hard. He was breathing as if he was reading a book or watching TV.

Draco brought his foot up in an attempt to stomp on Harry's foot, but found that the vampire was expecting this. Harry brought up one of his own feet, hooked Draco's raised foot, and tripped him. Harry landed on top of Draco, pinning down all useful limbs. Draco was about to admit defeat that yes, Harry was faster than him, when he felt the vampires lips on his neck, and the fangs lightly touch his skin. Draco went rigid, and his heart began to beat faster. Then he felt Harry's lips move against the skin of his neck, whispering.

"You need more practice, Slayer. A vampire could easily have you for a snack, and I was being easy on you." Then Harry pushed off of Draco, standing up. He smiled down at the boy laying on the floor, and Draco let out a low growl.

"Alright, so you're a bit faster, no need to rub it in!" Draco yelled, exasperated.

"Betcha I'm more powerful, too," Harry muttered, walking towards the door.

"Not so fast! Get back here Potter, you haven't proved that you're better at magic than me!" Draco yelled at the Gryffindor.

Harry sighed, "Gods, Malfoy, give it a rest! I'm faster than you and I'm more powerful, just get used to it! I'm a vampire! I'm just naturally more powerful than you!"

"Prove it," Draco challenged, taking out his wand.

Harry gave a sigh and walked over to face Draco.

"Where's your wand?" Draco asked.

"I won't be needing it," Harry answered, and half smiled.

Draco couldn't help but laugh, "You can do wandless magic? I'll believe it when I see it!"

"Well then, you'll believe it in about three seconds. One! Two! Thr-"

As usual, Draco let his first spell go before Harry finished the count. Holding out his hand, Harry caught the spell. The light the spell caused faded until it was gone, Draco looked at the raven haired boy in disbelief.

Harry extended his arm, and Draco's wand flew into his hand, he cast it aside. Against his will, Draco's arms moved back, and felt like they were being tied behind his back. His ankles were also bound, even though he could see no ropes holding them there.

Harry smiled, "Please. Take a seat."

As he said 'seat', he made a lowering motion with his hand, and Draco sunk to the floor, glaring daggers at Harry.

"There, have I proved that I can beat you in a muggle fight, and a wizard duel?" Harry asked.

Draco just growled in responce.

"I see. Well, you'll need more training if you're going to be a slayer. The way you're going right now you'll be a really nice appetizer for a vampire, and I've heard that wizard blood is better than any other type of blood. Then again, I wouldn't know, I've been living off of rats." Harry made a face.

"I'll get better at slaying, you'll see, I'll show you, I'll be able to beat you in any fight you want! Just wait a month or two," Draco said. He didn't like to be beaten at anything, especially duels.

Harry just waved his hand and whatever had been binding Draco disappeared. Malfoy immediately sprung up, and tried to tackle Harry as he was walking out of the door. Harry turned around and glared at him, stopping Draco in his tracks.

"How'd you know what I was doing?" He asked confused. In theory it should have worked, Harry's back was to him, and he was moving quietly enough to sneak up on anyone.

"You walk too loud," Harry replied simply, and walked out of the door.

"Potter, wait!" Draco called. Harry sighed and turned around.

"You teach me how to be a slayer than, if you're so skilled at everything."

"Doesn't that seem a little wrong to you? A vampire teaching someone to kill vampires. I don't think so," Harry answered, and turned to go again.

"I don't think you have much of a choice, Potter. You teach me how to be a slayer, or everyone knows you're a vampire. It's that simple," Draco had the distinct expression that he'd won. And he had.

"You're impossible, you know that? I can't believe you're blackmailing a vampire! I could kill you in three seconds and be rid of the problem you're presenting, you know that?"

"Of course I know that. But I also know that you're Harry Potter and wouldn't hurt a fly unless that fly was He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. So do we have a deal?" Draco asked.

Harry just nodded his head in the "I'm a condemned man" way.

"Meet me back here tomorrow at 9 pm. Don't try to skip out, because it's really easy for me to accidentally slip and tell somebody your little... secret." Draco smiled.

Harry sighed again, "I hate you. 9 pm. Okay."

And Harry walked out of the room, very, very happy he did not hear his name again.