When Draco had finally managed to get to the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office, Harry had passed out from hunger, and knowing what he did, Draco figured that Harry would be dead by tomorrow afternoon if he didn't get anything to eat – er – drink.

"Great, what's the password?" Draco grumbled, staring at the gargoyle.

"Mr. Malfoy, may I help you?" said the voice of Minerva McGonagall.

Draco screwed his eyes shut in annoyance before turning around to face McGonagall with a look of pure innocence.

"Yes, actually, if you could give me the password so I can see the headmaster, I would be very grateful," Draco smiled sweetly.

"And why is Mr. Potter unconscious and floating in mid-air?" McGonagall asked.

Draco swore under his breath, but answered sweetly, "I found him in this state lying in the corridor a few minutes ago, so I decided to bring him to the headmaster."

"And why not bring him to the hospital wing? The boy probably needs medical attention," said the professor.

Draco nodded, "I know, but he has no cuts on him, and no signs that he was under any type of curse, so I thought that maybe he just wasn't eating properly or he was sick, and maybe the headmaster would know the best course of action to insure the Golden Boy's safety."

Minerva nodded, "Draco, please lower Harry to the ground."

Draco swore colorfully again. "I don't think that's such a good idea," he said uneasily.

"Why not?"

"Well, you see, Potter here... well... he –" just then Harry stirred, and looked up, a grimace of pain masking his features.

"Professor McGonagall?" Harry inquired.

"Yes? I am waiting for an explanation as to why you were knocked out," the professor began to get impatient.

"I – I wasn't feeling well and asked Draco for help," Harry said, and then gasped in pain, the hunger coming back.

"And are you feeling okay now?"

Harry began to nod, then clutched his stomach tighter, and shook his head.

"Well then," McGonagall turned to Draco, "put him down, so we can all have a decent conversation."

"No! He can't put me down, just..." Harry trailed off, and then looked at Malfoy, "will you please take me to the headmaster?"

"The headmaster is not on the school grounds for the rest of this week, he was called off to a meeting, and left just a few minutes ago, I'm afraid. I am taking his place temporarily while he is gone, what may I help you with?" McGonagall asked.

"Shit," said Harry, which earned a disapproving glance from the professor.

"Can we go to the infirmary?" Harry asked both Draco and Minerva.

"Sure, I'll take you to Madame Pomfrey," Draco answered.

"What is going on here? Why do you need to go to the hospital wing?" McGonagall asked confused, but trying not to show it. Why were two worst enemies relying on each other?

"Talk to the headmaster, because I'm not authorized to tell you what's happening," said Harry, before groaning and grabbing his stomach again.

"Well, then follow me," said McGonagall, even though she was aware that the two students knew their way to the hospital wing, the gods knew they had both been there enough, she felt as though she had to be of some use.


The trio finally made it to the infirmary, and Harry was guided to the bed, where Draco asked McGonagall to put a full body bind on Harry.

The professor gave Draco an odd look, "Mr. Malfoy, I do not find it appropriate for a teacher, or anyone, for that matter, to put a full body bind on anyone, unless there is no other way around it."

Draco sighed, "Well, if you're against using magic to restrain him, I suppose we can always tie him to the bed, but that sounds a little kinky, doesn't it? Don't know how effective it would be either," Draco had lost his angelic appearance that he used on most teachers; he was tired and wanted to know that Harry was all right (not that he would ever tell anyone he was concerned for Harry Potter of all people).

"Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall squawked indignantly, she wasn't used to having students talk so bluntly, especially in front of a teacher.

"Professor McGonagall, something is wrong with Harry, and we have to restrain him, otherwise, he might hurt somebody," Draco paused. He noticed the strange look the professor was giving him and quickly added, "not on purpose, of course, it would just happen, because... well... ask the headmaster, but you must restrain him, he's not himself!"

"Draco, I think that I would know how to handle such matters. Look at Mr. Potter; he's probably only suffering from the stomach flu, or a small bug of some kind. Madame Pomfrey will take care of it, and everyone will be on their merry way, there's no cause for alarm."

Draco turned to Harry, who was suspended a few inches off of the bed, "Have you told anyone besides the headmaster? My god! You are the most foolish person I've ever met!"

"Well who could have predicted that the headmaster would have been gone the exact moment something like this chose to happen!" Harry whispered back.

"You should always be prepared, though!" Draco scolded.

McGonagall watched the two boys bicker amongst themselves. She had no clue what they were fighting about, seeing as they were talking to low for her to hear, but she didn't really care. She never thought she'd be happy to see two students fighting, but here she was, extremely glad that the two boys were back to acting normal... whatever normal was.

"Well, I will leave you two to talk amongst yourselves, Madame Pomfrey will be here in a few minutes, she's busy gathering up a sleeping draught for a few students, good day," and with that McGonagall strode out of the hospital wing, bent on figuring out what was wrong with the two students, and prepared to weasel the information from Dumbledore.


Madame Pomfrey strode into the room, took one look at Harry, then at Draco and started to shake her head in disapproval.

"What have you two boys gotten yourselves into this time?" She asked.

"Does the school have a store of blood?" Draco asked before Harry could say anything. Harry glared at Draco, but the other boy didn't notice, he was too busy waiting for Madame Pomfrey's answer.

"Well, we have a few pints of blood, but not much; it's from the muggle blood banks, and only used in case of an extreme emergency. Why do you ask? I don't think either of you are in dire need of blood."

Draco chuckled to himself, while Harry continued to glare at him, tempted to cast a rather nasty spell on him.

"Madame Pomfrey, would you be so kind as to grab a pint of your finest blood for my friend Harry, here?" Draco chuckled some more, fond of his little joke. He would have continued to laugh if not for the fist that collided with the side of his head, courtesy of Harry. Draco scowled and moved away from the bed Harry was hovering over.

"And why would Mr. Potter need blood? I don't see a single scrape on him," said Madame Pomfrey.

"Madame Pomfrey... I..." Harry was having a hard time finding the words, he was enough of a freak as it was, let's go add this extra gene and make it worse.

"Draco," Harry said, turning his head towards the blond, "will you please tell Madame Pomfrey about... well... you know, tell her about the predicament that I've found myself in, and make sure no one else hears, please?"

Draco couldn't refuse, after all, Harry sounded civil, decent, small, confused, scared, and almost intelligent all in that one sentence, so Draco motioned for Madame Pomfrey to come closer, and Harry cast a silencing spell, so that no one but the three of them could hear what Draco was about to say.

After explaining to Madame Pomfrey that Harry was a vampire hybrid and something had happened to make him act more like a full blood vampire, she ran off to find Harry a pint of muggle blood.

When Madame Pomfrey returned, she basically threw the pouch of blood at Harry. Draco caught it instead, and handed it to Harry, who grabbed at it, and brought it to his mouth so quickly, the human eye couldn't quite see the motion. Draco ended the spell keeping Harry suspended in mid-air after the hybrid had downed the whole pint of blood and seemed rather satisfied.

Madame Pomfrey stood looking at Harry and finally turned to Draco saying, "Now, he'll need a donor that attends Hogwarts, because we don't have enough muggle blood. Also, if he keeps drinking muggle blood, then he'll develop a taste for it. Muggles don't respond to vampires sucking their blood as wizards do. You see, wizards can stand it, because the vampire's saliva will enter the blood stream, just a little Mr. Malfoy, don't give me that look," she glared at Malfoy who was making a gagging face, then began to speak again. "Anyways, the saliva enters the wizard's blood stream, making the extraction of blood painless, and also more easily digested for the vampire. Wizards can deal with this very easily. The magic in our blood eradicates all magical properties in the saliva. Muggles, however, have no magic to erase the magic that a vampire's saliva introduces into their blood stream. Once one vampire drinks from a muggle, the muggle will become either very weak, and die off in a matter of months, or the saliva will seem to have no effect on them, but their children will have, what muggles call, 'psychic abilities.' Sometimes, these new powers cause the muggle child to be ridiculed, become an outcast, or go insane."

Draco, who had fallen half-asleep from the rather boring lecture that Pomfrey had just given, nodded, and then looked over at Harry, who seemed to be asleep.

"How do I find him a wizard blood donor, without telling anyone about his... unique situation?" Draco asked.

Madame Pomfrey shrugged. "I'm sure his friends, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger know about all of this. Let them take care of it," and with that she turned to wake Harry up, and sent the two boys off to their dorms.

Harry trudged slightly behind Draco, deep in thought.

Suddenly, he spoke, making Draco jump slightly, "Did you notice that Madame Pomfrey talked about me as if I weren't there?"

Draco shook his head.

"No, think about it. When telling you all about blood donors, she turned to you, instead of me, and I'm the one who needed to know the information, not you."

Draco did think back a bit, and realized that, yes, Madame Pomfrey and told him about the blood donors, not Harry.

"Do you think she was... you know, prejudice about vampires?"

Draco shook his head, choosing not to say anything, seeing as that was an entirely plausible explanation.

"Where am I going to get a blood donor?" Harry said, more to himself than Draco.

"You have your friends, right? The mud blood and the weasel?"

Harry pounced.

Draco went down with a WHUMP onto the hard stone floor.

"DON'T CALL THEM THAT!" Harry yelled at Draco, after successfully pinning him.

Though he tried to struggle and get Harry off of him, Draco was helpless.

"Apologize," Harry demanded.

Making a choking sound that was probably supposed to be a 'no,' Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry, seeing as Harry had his arms pinned, so he couldn't flick him off.

All of a sudden, Harry seemed to calm down, and, getting up off of Draco, and wiping the dirt off of his clothing, said "Alright. Don't apologize then. Well, good night. Hope you have fun sleeping in the corridor."

It took Draco a while to figure out what Harry was talking about, and realized it a second too late.

Invisible arms pinned Draco against a wall and Harry began to walk away, pausing long enough to turn and stick his tongue out at Draco, before continuing on his way to Gryffindor tower.


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