"Today you will be learning about the Vampire," Said Sirius, the DADA teacher. Sirius' name had been cleared at the beginning of the year, and he had been offered the job as the new DADA teacher. Snape was, to say the least, furious that his ancient rival had gotten the job that he had wanted for... well... a very, very, long time.

Harry stared on coolly as Sirius began to talk about vampires. Draco kept glancing over at him, and noticed that he hadn't let anyone know that he was a vampire. It was very un-Potterish to not be nervous. He was almost always fidgetty when he got unconfortable, but apparently Sirius knew that Harry was a vampire, and had warned him about this lesson.

"Can anyone tell me what they know about vampires?" Sirius questioned.

Harry timidly raised his hand, earning strange looks. "Harry, why don't you share something."

"Um, well... vampires aren't as evil as many people are led to believe. They have to live off of human blood, or drink a large amount of something else's blood. For example, one human probably equals around three dogs, four to five cats, and anywhere from ten to fifteen rats. Blood banks have started to donate blood to vampires once they were made legal about ten years ago. Very few vampires are still alive, due to their massive slaughter by people who believed they were vile creatures. They can walk in the sun, it doesn't hurt them at all, and they behave basically like normal people and wizards except that they are faster, stronger, better with magic, live off of blood, and live forever. Unless killed, which is hard to do, but possible. Also, they can make other vampires, but it is a very dangerous process and there is a 45 chance that the Sire of the new vampire will die. The most common way for a vampire to appear in the world is actually by birth, because, yes, vampires can have children," Harry said, gaining confidence as he continued with his answer.

"Good! Ten points to Gryffindor," Sirius said, smiling.

Draco stared at Harry, wondering why he went on about vampires. You'd think he would try to keep a low profile. Actually, I guess he doesn't try to keep a low profile, he always has to go and get himself almost killed.

I wonder how he became a vampire. I'll have to ask him... thought Draco.

Meanwhile, Hermione was staring at Harry as if he'd grown another head.

"How'd you know all that stuff, Harry? I mean, no offense and all, but your not know for your studying habits!"

"I'll tell you later. I'll tell Ron, too," Harry whispered back to her, waiting to hear the rest of Sirius' lecture.

"I've been informed that Mr. Malfoy is training to become a slayer. Would you mind sharing any information about the practice of a slayer?" Sirius inquired.

"Well, vampires were made legal about ten years ago, like Potter said. Which should have put slayers out of business, but there were laws set up for the vampire community. Number one being that the murder of any human or wizard would result in death. The breaking of almost any of the major laws for a vampire result in death, and that's where slayers come in. They track down the offending vampire and kill him or her. Slayer's must be very skilled at what they do, because vampires are very cunning creatures, and are hard to take down," Draco said matter-of-factly. He thought he heard Harry snort, but couldn't tell for sure.

"Do you fight with magic, or do you use more muggle style fighting skills?" Sirius asked.

"Both, actually. The only way to kill a vampire is to stake it through the heart, with anything, really, as long as it peirces the heart, and use the killing curse on him or her. So you have to be very strong, quick, and silent, to be able to stake one."

Sirius nodded. "How far in your training have you come?"

"I've been training for years, ever since I was five, so I've had a long time to practice. I can already beat anyone in a fight, pin them at least. Even Crabbe and Goyle," Draco boasted.

"Would you mind showing us how to pin someone?" Sirius asked. Draco nodded, showing basic manuevers to bring someone to the ground, and how to pin them.

"Alright, let's pair up, and try out what Mr. Malfoy has just shown us. Ron, you'll be with Mr. Malfoy, Hermione, you'll be with Mr. Crabbe, and Harry, you'll be with Mr. Goyle..." Sirius began to pair everyone up.

Twenty five minutes later, everyone had pinned their partner, except for Goyle. He was having a hard time even touching Harry, let alone pin him. Soon, Goyle was too tired to move, and collapsed on the spot, breathing heavily, and glaring at Harry, who smiled sweetly at him, laughing lightly.

"Wow, Harry, very good! You've really gotten the hang of dodging. Mr. Malfoy, will you please show Goyle how to pin Mr. Potter. Seeing as you're the trained slayer, I'm sure you won't have a problem," Sirius smiled at Draco, and Malfoy knew that Proffessor Black was pretty sure nobody could pin Harry. Which was exactly why he was going to make Draco try it.

"Sure professor," Draco said, nonchalantly, walking over to the smiling Gryffindor.

"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said pleasantly. He wasn't even sweating, just standing there, while Goyle had dragged himself to a seat and fell asleep.

Draco lunged at his opponent, going for his arms. If he could grab both wrists, he could easily tip him off balance, and a swift kick in the back of his knees would bring him down. Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.

Harry moved to one side (it seemed to be his favorite maneuver in a fight) and stuck out his foot, tripping Draco. Draco fell, as Harry had expected he would, flat on his face, Harry immediately pinned his legs and arms.

Then he looked up at the Ron and said, "I think the slayer needs some more practice."

Draco just growled, too embarassed to look up at anyone.

"Get off me, Potter," He mumbled, throwing the vampire off of him. Harry got to his feet with ease, and, to Draco's surprise, helped the other boy up.

They both shook hands, and Harry pulled the other boy close, whispering so no one could hear, "If you didn't think so loud, you might have actually pinned me."

Draco just looked at him, while Harry walked away to join his friends. So he can read thoughts. THAT'S AN UNFAIR ADVANTAGE!