"Malfoy! Give it a rest! It's one in the morning for fucks sake!" Harry was yelling at his rival.

"Hang on! I've almost got wingardium leviosa down!" Draco said, using wandless magic to move a little rubber ball. "Plus, you're a vampire, you stay up all night anyway!"

"NO! I most certainly do not! I go to sleep every night, just like everyone else!" Harry pouted.

"Oh give it a rest! Go to sleep in the corner of the room or something! I'll wake you up if I need you," Draco said, still concentrating on the ball.

"Fine! I think I will!" Harry retorted, and amazingly, he did.

Draco watched in amazement as Harry curled up like a cat, closed his eyes, and promptly fell asleep. Draco shrugged and turned back to the ball he was trying to levitate.

So far the only thing he had gotten the ball to do was shake a bit and then fall still again.

FINE! You stupid ball! I'll make you float if it's the last thing I do! Which it won't be, of course. I'm destined to live a very long and very happy life Draco thought, when suddenly his arms were pinned at his side and fangs were at his throat.

"Second lesson," Harry said, his lips moving against Draco's skin. "Don't be sure of anything. I could kill you right now if I wanted to. And what did I tell you about thinking loud! Wait until I'm at least in a deep sleep before you go shouting out your thoughts!"

"Fine, I'll think quietly! Geez! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the cold stone floor," Draco scoffed.

Harry growled, but released Draco so that he could go back to his 'lesson' and Harry could go back to sleep.

He is so annoying! Too bad he's the only one that can teach me about being a slayer. Well, besides Mother, but she's having a hard time remembering anything, since Father is gone so much. Then a thought occured to Draco. Another way to kill a vampire, although it wasn't always sure fire, was to kill that vampire's mate. So who's Harry's mate? He has to have one, he's part vampire.

Harry groaned and rolled over in his sleep. Must be thinking too loud again. Gods, he is so sensitive to what people are thinking! Why doesn't he just keep to himself, instead of prying into people's thoughts!

It's not like he has a choice another part of his brain answered, and Draco had to agree, although he did so grudgingly.

About an hour later Harry woke up to see Draco staring at him intently.

"What? Hey, why are you still here? I would have thought you'd have gotten that ball to move by now," Harry said. Draco thought it was amazing that Harry didn't act like he had just been woken up, he was talking as if he had been awake and it was the middle of the day. Draco was a bit confused by this, but answered Harry's question.

"Yeah, I moved the damned ball. It was hard though. I'll need more practice. Of course, when I was about to leave, I saw you, and it looked like you were going through quite the punishment in your twisted little mind. So tell me, what were you dreaming about?"

Harry looked confused, "It probably had to do with Voldemort, because unless he sends me a dream, or I see what he's up to, I don't have dreams. I don't think it's possible for vampires to dream. But I don't remember dreaming... Of course, if I don't remember, it probably had to do with my mate..."

Draco perked up, "Who's your mate?"

Harry shrugged, "I dunno. I'm only part vampire. I get to choose my mate, instead of him or her already being picked out for me. Well, actually. A few vampire hybrids have pre-picked mates. But, if I get to choose my mate, I can't unchoose them. I'm stuck with them forever, even if they die, which would be rather hard seeing as I would make them a vampire... well... maybe... if they wanted me to, and if I didn't die in the process."

"That's cool. Sounds like being a vampire hybrid is a lot better than being a vampire!"

"Yeah, in some ways. Of course, we can be killed a whole heck of a lot easier than vampires, which is why we're more cautious. That's why I'm more sensitive to thoughts, sounds, sights, and I can move a lot faster, and I'm a bit stronger than your average vampire."

"You're easier to kill?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, bet I made your day, huh?" Harry replied.

"No, I was just making sure that was what you said... "

"Sure," came the sarcastic retort. "Well, if you're quite done, then I will be going back to my dorm. Bye."

"Wait, if you can see better, how come you wear glasses?" Draco asked, confused.

"Because my sight and hearing was only perfected after my inherentence. And I think it would raise some questions from my muggle family if I suddenly stopped wearing glasses." Then again, they don't pay enough attention to me to notice that I didn't have any on. Harry thought, but kept his musings to himself.

"Oh. Okay... Well, tomorrow, same place, same time, Harry," Draco called. Ack! Did I just call him Harry?Alright, that's the last time I stay up until two thirty a.m!