In the library, Blaise was patting himself on the back for a job well done... He'd get Harry back eventually. This was just the beginning.


Harry ran aimlessly through the corridors of Hogwarts... Bits and pieces of the conversation he'd just had with Dumbledore ran through his head, (Harry, I'm sorry about this... we didn't realize the gravity of the situation.). He didn't realize until he arrived at the room of requirements, that that was where he had been headed the entire time. He ran in, not even thinking of what he wanted the room to look like when he burst in... apparently some part of his mind had been dwelling on vampires, though (and with good reason, after the talk he'd had with Dumbledore), because when he entered the room of requirements, he noticed book shelves lined with movies and DVD's and book upon book of vampire stories. Perhaps every vampire story that had ever been created, from the very lame, to the almost real was contained on these shelves. Harry certainly wouldn't put it past the room to do such a thing. Dracula, the old black and white movie, converted to DVD, caught his eye, and he looked around for a television with a DVD player. Of course, the room (or maybe it was his mind?) had already conjured one up, and Harry sat on the couch (a nice soft cushy one, too, his mind – or was it the room? – liked comfort!) H lay back on the cushy sofa in front of the TV, turned it on, and watched as the black-and-white film began.
That's where Draco found him. How Draco got into the room of requirements in the first place (seeing as Harry, not wanting to be disturbed, had made sure the door was visible to no one) was a mystery. Harry was too absorbed in his movie to notice anyone enter the room, so Draco took advantage of his invisibility, and watched the vampire-hybrid, silently.

Harry was crying slightly, but every now and then he would laugh at something in the movie. Draco, of course, had no clue what Harry was watching, it looked like an enchanted box... but who knew?

Suddenly, Harry's face went blank. Draco looked on with interest, not knowing if he should make his presence known or not.

That's when it happened, Harry squeezed his eyes shut, shuddered, then seemed to almost flicker, like you could see through him for a split second, before it seemed he dispersed. Slowly, he disappeared, but the shadows in the room seemed darker, as if they had absorbed him. Then Harry was on the couch again, staring at his hands, and the shadows in the room, before slowly turning his gaze back to the images on the... (enchanted box?) and began to cry harder.

If you've ever seen a dog suddenly snap to attention, after something has caught it's eye (or sense of smell, or hearing, you never know with dogs), such as a squirrel rushing through a bush, you'd know how they immediately perk up, then chase whatever's peaked their interest. Harry looked much like that, because his back became ramrod-straight, and he seemed to be concentrating very intently, until he dispersed, again. Only this time, it was quicker, it seemed like he was getting the hang of it. Draco tried to see if Harry had hidden in the shadows, or maybe if he was invisible, but no matter how much he squinted, or tried to see anything... he came up blank.

Draco gasped as a cold hand grabbed the front of his neck, not forcefully enough to close off his air supply, but with just enough pressure to let you know that it would be in your best interest NOT TO MOVE.

"What are you doing here?" hissed a voice that Draco instantly associated with Harry.

"I just came here to find you!" Draco was surprised he had managed to keep his voice steady... and was there a hint of the famous Malfoy drawl in there?

"Why?"

"Um," think fast Draco, come on! Draco urged himself, "Uh, early lesson?" wow, that sounded stupid

"You're right, it did sound stupid. And false... But I'll let it pass. Maybe. Now... why are you here?" the hand around Draco's throat grabbed on a little tighter.

"I was looking for you!" Draco yelled truthfully.

Harry seemed deep in thought for a second, Draco recognized the look and immediately put up his only defense against Harry, and that would be the little mind-wall that he had been taught. Only now, instead of putting random words up as graffiti, the wall said "fuck you"

This earned a small chuckle from Harry, who decided that it wouldn't be so bad to have company as he watched a few movies.

He dropped Draco and walked over to the couch, motioning for Draco to follow.

The blonde seemed confused for a second before seating himself by Harry, hands folded neatly in his lap, his posture excellent and unflawed.

Harry looked on with interest. "No one's around, you don't have to sit so straight. It looks uncomfortable."

Draco seemed surprised. "But... I'm a Malfoy! Malfoy's must have good posture! Excellent posture, in fact! It would be disgraceful to-"

Malfoy's words were cut off as he found himself incapable of speaking. Actually, he felt incapable of doing anything, until that small voice in the back of his brain started to urge him to slouch. Harry's voice, was what Draco identified it as, but that voice was so convincing, he slowly felt his body relax and he slouched down into the amazingly comfortable couch.

Harry smiled then turned back to the movie while Draco shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts before he realized what had just happened.

"You used an Unforgivable on me!"

Harry smiled, "Well, aren't you smart."

"Y-you! But! The- uh..." Draco was at a loss of words.

"Draco, I'm sure you've used an Unforgivable at least once in your life. I'm sure you'll use them a lot, and I'm also sure that this will not be the last time that you'll have one performed on you... think of it as an introduction to the world to come. Now shut up and watch the movie."

Draco had no clue what a "movie" was, but he figured it was the thing on the enchanted box, so he did what he was told, silently fuming. His bad mood didn't linger for long, however, as he was soon lost in the world of movies and the fake little vampires that the muggle world had come up with.

Of course, he couldn't deny that there was another reason he couldn't stay mad at Harry. He just wasn't ready to admit that to himself yet.