It was rather a peculiar sight, seeing two boys in the dungeons. Well, in the dungeons dressed as famous detectives.

Harry Potter had his nose touching the floor, magnifying glass in use, looking for clues. Wearing a Sherlock coat and a funny hat, Harry cried out as he spotted something.

'What is it Harry?

Ron shoved his friend aside ('Aaii!' said Harry) and looked hard at the clue. Ron, dressed in a suit Harry forced him to wear, and wore a fake moustache. 'It'll help get you in character, my ear Watson, I mean, Weasley!' Harry had said.

'Um, Harry, it's just a fly…'

Harry shot his finger in the air as if establishing a point, 'Aha! Not just a fly Ron, a black fly, which you would NOT want to kiss!'

Ron looked up, 'uh, right, mate…'

Harry dropped his character, 'Ron! Sherlock and Watson didn't live in times when they called each other 'mate'! It wouldn't have been right!'

'But I don't know this Watson guy…'

'He's an important part of history, Ron, do keep up!'

'Wasn't he fictional?'

'…'

'Harry?'

'Shut up Ron,' Harry sniffed, suddenly returning to character, 'ANYWAY, interrogate the suspect, and ask if he's seen anything unusual…'

Ron shrugged and began poking the bug on the ground. 'Confess! Confess!'

Harry, meanwhile, went back to searching for more clues. Nose back on the stone slabs he walked further. 'Clues, clues, clues! Where are you?' Harry sang. He stopped as he walked into someone. He slowly looked up into the smirking face of Draco Malfoy.

'Ron?'

'Yeah, Harry?'

'It just hit me.'

'What's two little defenceless Gryffindore's doing in a dark, dangerous place like this?' Malfoy smirked as he held our favourite Harry and Ron in his fists. He held them against the wall and this did not suit our hero's at all. Both being slightly shorter than the Slytherin, Harry and Ron also lacked the vampire strength that held them up in the first place. 'Well?' Malfoy asked.

'Now wait a dog-gone minute here, buster!' Harry snapped, 'you'd better drop us right now or I'll give you the glaring of a lifetime!'

'And I'll give you the frowning of a lifetime!' Ron added.

Harry glared. Ron frowned.

Malfoy faked being hurt, 'oh no, stop it or I might just die on the spot!'

Ron missed the sarcasm, 'its working, Harry, keep going!'

Malfoy rolled his eyes in desperation. When had my two rivals started being such dorks? He thought

'We are not!' Ron cried.

'What?' Malfoy said.

'We are not dorks!'

'But how did you know I thought that?'

'Um, you thought out loud, then,' Harry, 'are you feeling ok? You look pale,' said Harry felt his forehead, which was cold due to the plain fact he was no longer a complete human.

Malfoy sneered at Harry's hand and dropped the Gryffindore's to the floor.

'OOHya!'

'Bugger!'

'I'm a vamp, Potter, of course I'm pale,' Malfoy smiled evilly, 'and as a vampire, I'm hungry…'

Ron gave him a questionable look, 'well, get a McDonalds then,'

'I'm not hungry for the food you eat…'

'Oh, so McDonalds isn't good enough is it?' Ron snapped, crossing his arms childishly.

Harry went into deep thought, 'Don't vampires drink….something…'

'Oh yeah, what do they drink again?' Ron asked, also going into deep thought along with Harry.

Malfoy growled, 'we drink bl-'

'No, no! Malfoy, don't help us' Harry interrupted, '…it's-it's on the tip of my tongue…'

'And in the rest of your body, I might add…'Malfoy snarled.

'OH OH! I know! Ron cried, 'DR PEPPER!'

Stares.

'Cola?'

'Man, how dumb are you!' Malfoy yelled. He grabbed Harry by the shoulders and said, 'We-drink-blood!'

Harry stared. Malfoy glared. Harry stared some more. Harry laughed. 'but I'm not blood, I'm Harry!'

He stopped laughing as he fell to the ground again as the vampire stormed away.

'What's his problem?' Ron asked.

'Who knows? Anyway, where's my hat?'