If Draco hadn't been trained as a Slytherin, he would have run from Severus' and his rooms in his rush to leave, but he didn't. He only walked quickly and threw dark glares at anyone who dared to stand in his way. He didn't notice that most of the people standing in his way were gaping at something, mainly his ears. Draco though only of getting some clothes for Harry and getting out of this place for a while. He couldn't wait to see Harry, No, Potter you dolt. His name is Potter. He couldn't wait to see Potter in some proper clothing instead of the rags he'd worn the past three years.

Internally, Draco was having a battle with himself. He liked this new Ha-Potter, but didn't know what to do about it. His father had beaten it into him that after Potter had said no to him he was never to associate with the other boy. But now that Potter had that aura of darkness around him, he was irresistible. Draco didn't know where Potter's stand in the war was now. After the few looks he'd thrown at Dumbledore, Draco new he wasn't exactly for the Light anymore, but he doubted the man would join the killer of his parents willingly.

After getting a robe and some clothing that had grown to small for him, he made his way back to Severus' chambers. He knew that Har-Potter had some sort of interest for him, but he didn't know how deep it went. He was broken out of his thought buy a voice to his left.

"Um…Draco?" He whirled and saw Blaise Zambini (1) looked at him as if he had no idea who Draco was.

"What?" Draco snapped out. He was in a rush he hadn't the time to stop and chat.

"Draco…what happened to your ears?"

Draco, even under the best of circumstances, could not have covered to look of horror that crossed his face. He'd forgotten to cover his ears before he'd left Severus' rooms. Oh god, everyone knew.

"Nothing Zambini." He swept away. Damn Potter. Making him forget to cover his ears.


Severus' Rooms

Down in Severus' rooms, Harry was having trouble not laughing. He knew that Draco had forgotten to put the glamour back up, and hadn't had the time to tell him before he'd left the room. Draco was going to angry with him, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Glancing over at Severus, he changed his train of though. The man sitting in front of him was an enigma. Drinking his blood had been the single most pleasurable thing that had happened to Harry since he'd been turned. Secretly, he hoped Severus would let it happen again. His blood was thick and rich.

At the end of last year, he'd hated Severus. Hated him because he'd ruined any chance Harry had of freeing his beloved godfather, Sirius. Harry knew that if it hadn't been for Snape, if it hadn't been for the full moon, Sirius would be free. But now, seeing him so comfortable was changing Harry's opinions of the man. He realized that the slimy git Snape and Severus were two different people. Snape was an act, put on purely for the Dark lord. Harry was sure that once he put his plan into action, Severus wouldn't need to be Snape all of the time.

He could feel Severus' eyes on him, burning a path down his body. Glancing over he smirked.

"Like what you see?" He leaned back against his chair, stretching out slightly. Seeing the hunger in Severus' eyes, he smirked, trailing a hand down his chest. Severus' leaned closer, then cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"Don't do this to yourself childe. Wait until you are ready." He pulled back, going back examining the book he held in his hands. Harry had known it wouldn't have worked. He had wanted to see how Severus reacted. A knock on the painting to Severus' rooms interrupted his thoughts. Draco was back, and with clothing. He got, placed a grin on his face and sauntered over to the painting and pulled it open. Draco growled darkly at him and pushed past, dumping a small pile of cloths on the table before turning around and glaring at Harry.

"You could have told me that I forgot to put the glamour's back up. But NO! You just let me saunter out of here with my ears showing and everything. Now everyone knows Potter." Harry just smirked and walked over to Draco, reaching up and trailing his fingers over the tip of his ear again.

"Why is it so bad if everyone knows? You look so cute with them." Harry made sure to put on his best innocent face as he said this. Draco did not look 'cute' with his Elvin ears, he was downright sexy. Put it wouldn't do to tell Draco that, yet.

Severus cleared his throat and stood up. "Harry, go put these clothes on, then we'll leave. The Headmaster doesn't want us gone for very long." Harry flushed a soft pink and nodded, grabbing the clothes off the able and rushing to put them on in the bathroom. After about 10 minutes, they all left through Severus' fireplace on the way to Diagon Alley, through the Leaky Cauldron. After both Harry and Draco falling on Severus when coming out of the fireplace, they left to get all of Harry's school supplies, along with some extra books and such. Harry also needed a new wand, considering all of his things, including his fathers invisibility cloak, map and the photo album of his parents, had been burned by the Dursley's before they took him to that man.

After an hour in Diagon alley, Severus shrunk all of their bags and took them into Muggle London. There Draco proceeded to try and make Harry poor by buying an entirely new wardrobe. One that fit his new, darker personality. Harry ended up with mostly black, dark greens and blood reds as the colours of his wardrobe. Draco also picked out a few pieces that had either silver or gray on them as accents. All in all, Harry now looked like a deadly little Goth boy.

After several hours, all three flooed back to Severus' rooms so that Draco could take Harry to their shared room to get unpacked and settled in. They told Severus that instead of skipping dinner, Harry was going to get dressed and they would meet him outside the Great Hall in 15 minutes. Harry chose a form-fitting robe that looked a lot like Severus' teaching robe. Under that he wore a pair of black, skintight jeans and a dark green silk nearly skintight button up shirt. Draco did his hair in a fishtail and with that they swept out of the room, on their way to dinner.


Great Hall, Dinner

Albus Dumbledore did not know if he was going to see Harry that night at dinner. Somewhere, he wished he would not. Harry was his biggest failure. Not that the boy had turned out rotten or anything, but Albus knew that if he had listened to Minerva all those years ago, Harry would not be what he was today. He knew now that he should checked on Harry the second the wards had alerted him that the boy had not returned with the Dursley's after the trip they had taken. Above all, Albus knew he had failed the boy and his parents. He was surprised when the doors to the hall burst open and there stood Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, side by side. Harry looked darker then he had the night before. Behind the two boys was Severus Snape. Albus sighed. There was no way he could help the boy now. He glanced over to the Gryffindor table to see Ron Weasely standing, a look of furry on his beet red face.

Harry could tell right away that Ron was mad. He looked at him coolly before gliding over to a seat at the head of Slytherin table, Draco trailing along behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Severus walk up to his seat at the Head Table. He smirked, waiting for the redheaded beet like boy standing at the Gryffindork table to explode at him. Ron stomped his way over to the Slytherin table and glared at Harry, who had decided to ignore him until further noticed. When he spoke, his voice was deathly quite and everyone could hear him. The hall had gone silent upon Harry's arrival.

"What are you doing here, Potter? Your kind aren't wanted here, filthy scum."

Harry continued grabbing small things from the plates around him. Ron grabbed his hand as he reached for his goblet and twisted it in the wrong direction.

"Aren't you listening to me?" Harry looked at Ron his eyes ice cold. Suddenly he was behind Ron, the redheads head tipped to the side with Harry fingers tangled in his hair, the vampires fangs unsheathed enough to touch Ron's neck.

"You know what, Weasel, as a fledgling vampire, I can suck anyone's blood in here at any time for the next year. I need to blood more then you. After a year though, I have to find a donor so I can continue to go to school. Even after that though, any unprovoked or racist attacks on me, I can punish any way I choose to. So, Weasel, unless you want to find yourself on the wrong end of my fangs, I recommend you back off. Do you understand?" Harry could feel the terror coming off of Ron. He had made his point. Harry let Ron go, pushed him hard so he fell to the ground and stormed out of the Great Hall with one last dirty look over his shoulder at Dumbledore.


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