As everyone knows, there are good days, and then there are bad days. Draco was having a bad day. Not only did he not get a good night's sleep, but he missed breakfast, three of his classes, and part of lunch before someone finally found him, and was able to reverse the spell keeping him attached to the wall.

"I'm gonna kill Potter!" he promised himself, while downing his lunch as quickly as possible. He didn't want to miss potions, his favorite class... with his favorite teacher.

When he arrived at potions, everyone was there and seated except for Potter, and oddly enough, Blaise was missing, too. Draco quickly took his seat, and looked at Snape with his complete and undivided attention.


It happened halfway through the lesson.

Blaise ran into the room gasping and panting, followed closely by the one and only Harry Potter.

"Help!" shouted Blaise, "The vamp-"

Harry jumped onto Blaise's back, covering his mouth with his hand. He whispered something into Blaise's ear, who nodded, and when Harry stood up, and walked calmly to his seat, Blaise stood up and shouted, "Ha! Just kidding! Wasn't that funny?"

Everyone stared at Blaise as if he were nuts, and then burst out laughing. Snape scowled, but didn't give Blaise detention.

After that, the class went by rather uneventfully. Draco managed to slip Harry a note, during class, asking what the Blaise thing was about. Harry glared at the paper, and it suddenly burst into black flame. Draco jumped back, and Harry looked just as surprised as everyone around him.

Snape appeared by Harry's side in a swish of black cloth. "What, is going on here?" he demanded.

Everyone began to talk amongst themselves, and stare at Harry, who looked up at Snape.

"Nothing, sir," Harry said.

"And I suppose 'nothing' made that paper burst into flames?"

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm. "No, sir."

"Did you set the paper on fire?"

Harry nodded, staring at the table.

"May I go to the Headmaster's, sir?" Harry asked, almost politely. This threw Snape off balance for a split second, before he regained his composure.

"I think that would be a wise idea, Mr. Potter," he said.

Harry sighed then asked, "Blaise needs to come"

Snape raised an eyebrow.

Blaise leapt in at this point.

"I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore, and as long as Potter here is going, it would be a perfect time for me to visit him," Blaise said, then added quickly, "I finished my potion"

Snape sighed and put his hands on his temples. "Just go."

The two boys ran off. Only Draco noticed, but their footsteps didn't make any noise going down the corridor.


Harry arrived at Dumbledore's office, after shadow-drifting there. It was where he melted into shadows, and could appear anywhere else. Almost like apparating, only without the large 'pop.'

"Why, Harry, you're shaking," Dumbledore observed, concern evident in his voice.

Blaise was smiling from ear to ear.

"Hungry," Harry said.

"You shouldn't shadow drift so soon after this new transformation," Dumbledore warned.

Harry just shrugged.

"And Mr. Zambini, what brings you here?"

"I offered to be Harry's blood donor!" He replied enthusiastically.

Dumbledore nodded. "I must warn you, Mr. Zambini, you will feel tired for the first few months after becoming Harry's blood donor. To some, also, you become addicted to feeding time. You will want Harry to feed off of your blood more and more often. Once you are no longer his donor, you might experience withdrawals."

Blaise just nodded, "No, I completely understand! I have done all my research, and I asked for Harry's opinion, and everything! I know what I'm getting myself into!"

Harry fainted.

"Looks like he's hungry, eh?" Blaise said, chuckling, and waking Harry up.

"I will give you two some privacy, I suppose," Dumbledore said, standing up, and leaving the room.

Harry immediately latched onto Blaise's neck, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh. Blaise began to mutter something, but soon fell silent.

To Blaise, the sensation of having Harry drink his blood was like flying. It was almost as if someone was lifting him up. It was bliss.

To Harry, the sensation was more grounding. He could feel something pulling him back to earth. A sensation he had been longing to feel. Ever since he realized he was hungry for wizard blood, it had felt like he had become detached from the world. Floating about freely, and not quite able to find anything to keep him on the ground. Now, finally, he was back on earth, and he planned to stay there.

Slowly, Harry retracted his fangs. Blaise seemed to protest, but slowly opened his eyes, and asked, "So how was the blood?"

Harry pondered the question. "There's a taste there that I can't identify... Maybe all wizard blood has that taste though, I don't know, I've never drank from a wizard before"

Blaise smiled. "Well, I thought it was a wonderful sensation, that flying sensation I got."

Harry nodded, not fully paying attention to Blaise. Something seemed wrong to the golden boy, but he couldn't quite place it. The taste of Blaise's blood still lingered in his mouth. It was sweet, and full of magic, but there was something wrong. Something wasn't right about the blood... what was it?


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